WAITING FOR DREAMS
By: Sage
Disclaimer: Hello? FAN fiction…writings by the fans! Meaning…I'm not getting paid for this so don't sue me. ::Empties pockets:: I have a dime and a note to my friend Tiffy…that's about it.
Alright, so this is my first little fanfic ever, so be nice! This is PG for now, but if I'm motivated enough, I might continue on. *Hint hint =) This ficcy is about my favorite couple, Relena and Heero! Okay, on with the fanfiction!!
Oh, one more thing…I just want to give a shout out to Sassafras. Without her, this story would still be sitting in a file somewhere. You rock, chickie! ^_~
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He types furiously away in the dark, the computer casting an eerie glow about him. Long into the night he works, unaware of his surroundings, trying desperately to shut out the world.
The perfect soldier.
Maybe…or maybe something more.
He is always the lone one: never joining in, never commenting, never even cracking a smile. By day, he acts as though he were a machine. But at night, when he dreams, is a different story. He dreams of the person he was brought up to be, the person he could be, and the woman who could make it all possible. She haunts his dreams, teasing him, and torturing him with her love. A love that seems to withstand all. Each night he reaches out to her, but he can never have her. In order to obtain his wants and desires, he would have to take that one final step. He fears that like nothing his ever faced before.
He wakes from these dreams, sweaty and panting for air. He aches for the one person he wants, and the one person he feels he can never have. The dreams are addictive. In them he can almost be happy, can almost have his every wish fulfilled. Then…he wakes up. He is forced into the cold dark world again, and must wait for night to fall before he can see his beloved once more. As he lifts his head from the keyboard he uses as a pillow, a single word escapes his lips…
Relena.
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She sits outside her balcony, the moonlight bathing her in its soft glow. It is a ritual for her. When all the papers are signed, all the meetings adjourned, she escapes to her sanctuary, and dreams the night away. Sometimes she stays long into the night, often falling asleep in a patio chair. Sometimes she can only stay a few scant minutes, just long enough to see the first stars light up the sky.
But, she never misses a night.
It almost seems as though she's waiting for someone.
Waiting for him perhaps. Waiting for her dark angel to emerge from her dreams and carry her away into the night. He is the one person who has challenged her every belief, who has fought by her side, and who has always protected her. She doesn't care how long she must wait. She would sit out on that balcony for all eternity if she could. But, duty calls, and the nation needs her. So she wearily rises and braces herself for more obnoxious people, ready and waiting to tear her apart with questions and accusations.
She grows tired of her life of treaties and assemblies. A life of saying…but never doing. A life of diplomats and bodyguards…but never friends or family members. She hopes and prays for her love to come back to her. As she sits out on the moonlit balcony and waits for him to return, one word is whispered from her lips…
Heero.
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Okay, so that's it. If I'm encouraged enough, I'll continue with this little fic here. So that means review, review, review! It's easy…all you have to do is click on that pretty purple button at the bottom. Come on…I know you want to…^_~
