Epilogue to Love's Last Whispers Disclaimer: I only own the plot. It's ironic, so don't give up on it too soon.

Relena stood in the royal cemetery, gazing up at the marble statue of Wing Zero, the tall figure standing proudly in memory of her dear prince. She said nothing as the white casket was lowered into the ground. Nor did she shed a tear. This all happened because she was herself, because she was a princess who was always threatened by assassinations, and because her prince loved her that much. Well, that would all change, Milliardo knew her plans.

Without a second thought, Relena raced to the palace in the middle of the ceremony, to her quarters where her handmaidens were waiting. "Get rid of it." She'd left her hair down.

The eldest picked up a pair of scissors and headed toward the determined princess. "How far would you like it cut Miss Relena?"

"Chin length, then dye it strawberry blonde." She sat unwavering. She would change her looks and attitude, start anew as someone else. Slowly, she watched herself being transformed from a well brought-up lady to a cocky, happy-go-lucky, carefree, teenage girl. She was only 19, not considered an adult yet by others. After drying out her now short, strawberry blonde hair, she threw on a light blue tank-top with short, denim, cut-off shorts. Hastily she put in auburn contacts, nothing more than colored contacts for she didn't need them for anything else. She was transformed. No longer Relena Peacecraft, but Renee Peterson. That was the name she'd chosen for herself.

Tying her white sneakers, she threw on a silver, polyester, button-up T- shirt and headed to the car, ready to leave with her few things to begin her new life. Yet she stopped at the car door, swinging around to find a sorrowful Milliardo staring back at her.

"We'll miss Relena. She won't be coming back to life I take it?" Striding over to his "new" little sister, he held out a hand for a formal shake, she was no longer his sister.

"No she won't." Renee moved aside his hand and gave him a quick hug before leaving, never to return. After an hour to the airport, Renee spent another five hours flying to what was once called the United States. Duo's heritage. This was to be her new home, she'd already bought a small ranch with a nice, wooden, country-style home. "My old life is gone, I am born again."

Living an hour and a half away, Renee bought a new pick-up. She'd need it on the ranch. It wasn't that much of a deal to pay for it all up front, she'd taken enough money along to get started again. Finally, after a lonely drive, it was Renee's turn to live at home, in peace at last.

Without a care, the young woman tossed her keys onto the living room table and headed into her bedroom with a smile. "Awake are we?" Her voice held a teasing tone.

"Slowly getting there." Heero tried to push himself into a sitting position, but near every movement was still painful. He'd somehow survived his "little dilemma" and had been recooperating at home. A place he could finally call home.

"Lay down," she beckoned with a small laugh. Crossing over to him and placing a hand upon his shoulder, she laid his shoulders back onto the pillow. "We don't need you hurting yourself any further." Taking off her silver shirt and tossing it to a chair, she pulled her hair back and put it behind her ears.

Heero realized for the first time how different she looked and acted. Her beautiful blue eyes were now a brown, her long, honey-brown hair was tinted orange and cut off. Her normal attire was also different. "Relena, what'd you do?"

"Don't like it?" She asked teasingly. Shaking her head, she placed a finger to his lips to silence any more questions. "I'm no longer Relena, she died the day all thought you had. I am now Renee Peterson, starting a new life. Everything's been taken care of, the guys know and so does the Prince of the Sanq Kingdom. But since all now believe you're dead, I advise you change your name and physical looks somewhat; start a new life. And we can finally be without worry, and be happy." Grinning, she bent and softly kissed his lips.

"I don't know what to change my name to," was his response after the kiss. He could easily change his appearance and attitude.

Thinking for a moment, Renee piped up. "How about Darren?"

Well, it didn't sound bad and it had a ring to it. "I like that, but what about a last name?"

Again, Renee thought, a name clicking in her mind. It was the last name of one of her childhood friends and it worked with Darren. "Rosner."

A small grin pulled at the corners of his lips. Heero Yuy, The Perfect Soldier, was dead. Darren Rosner was now born. "Then Heero is finally gone, Renee. Darren will take his role." With a smile, he pulled her down as the two lay side by side, speaking of the new life they were yet to live.