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Chapter 1
What's Lost? What's Gained?
2 Years Before Prologue.
He had been a preventor since a few weeks after the Barton foundation's attempt at taking over. He was the best that they had; no one would, or could, say other wise. Not that he cared.
He was currently lying on his bed in the small apartment like dwelling that the Preventors provided. He lay awake thinking of what had happened during the war and the short episode a year after. He thought about the other pilots, the job he now had, the work he had done for them, and most importantly, he thought about Relena.
He had seen her since the incident, even talked to her a few times. Their conversations were brief usually, not lasting more than a few sentences most of the time. He remembered when she held him in her arms in the underground fortress of the Bartons. Her touch was so light, so gentle. He shook his head to clear his mind. The soldier in him was telling him to stop thinking of such unimportant distractions as a girl, not a girl he told his subconscious, a woman, the strongest woman he knew. What did she see in him that was so worthy, so noble? He had a meeting scheduled in a few minutes with her, maybe he would ask her.
"How have you been Heero?" She inquired in a silky voice.
"Fine." He answered gruffly.
"You really ought to open up a bit Heero, one word sentences are not how you make conversation." How did she do this to him? Make him want to be human.
"I've been working for Preventors for the past few weeks. I'm leaving on a mission tomorrow." She smiled. What a perfect place he had chosen to talk. They were sitting in a candle lit booth in a small restaurant with a dark comfortable atmosphere. She sipped the red wine in front of her and swished it around in the glass.
"When will you be back?"
"I'm not sure yet." He replied calmly.
"Well, I hope you're not gone to long. I'd hate to not have these talks anymore." He looked into her eyes. They showed what looked something like guilt or maybe sorrow. It was gone as fast as it came.
"I probably won't be coming back."
"What? What are you talking about, of course you'll be back." She was taken aback. She studied his face. "Why?" Her eyes showed fear, regret, pain, she seemed like she might break down in tears.
"I'm not ready to start living a normal life. All I've ever been is a soldier Relena. I don't know how to live in a world with out war and battles. I'm not ready yet." He said looking down at the almost empty glass of wine.
"I'm sorry then Heero. Have a good life." She stood up and started to walk away. The tears in her eyes were threatening to fall. He got up to go after her. He stepped outside the door to catch up to her.
"Relena." He called to her. She started to walk faster toward her car. 'I won't cry in front of him. I won't cry in front of him. I won't cry.' He grabbed her wrist. "Relena." It was barely a whisper. She turned around to face him but avoided his eyes. The tears began to fall.
Chapter 1
What's Lost? What's Gained?
2 Years Before Prologue.
He had been a preventor since a few weeks after the Barton foundation's attempt at taking over. He was the best that they had; no one would, or could, say other wise. Not that he cared.
He was currently lying on his bed in the small apartment like dwelling that the Preventors provided. He lay awake thinking of what had happened during the war and the short episode a year after. He thought about the other pilots, the job he now had, the work he had done for them, and most importantly, he thought about Relena.
He had seen her since the incident, even talked to her a few times. Their conversations were brief usually, not lasting more than a few sentences most of the time. He remembered when she held him in her arms in the underground fortress of the Bartons. Her touch was so light, so gentle. He shook his head to clear his mind. The soldier in him was telling him to stop thinking of such unimportant distractions as a girl, not a girl he told his subconscious, a woman, the strongest woman he knew. What did she see in him that was so worthy, so noble? He had a meeting scheduled in a few minutes with her, maybe he would ask her.
"How have you been Heero?" She inquired in a silky voice.
"Fine." He answered gruffly.
"You really ought to open up a bit Heero, one word sentences are not how you make conversation." How did she do this to him? Make him want to be human.
"I've been working for Preventors for the past few weeks. I'm leaving on a mission tomorrow." She smiled. What a perfect place he had chosen to talk. They were sitting in a candle lit booth in a small restaurant with a dark comfortable atmosphere. She sipped the red wine in front of her and swished it around in the glass.
"When will you be back?"
"I'm not sure yet." He replied calmly.
"Well, I hope you're not gone to long. I'd hate to not have these talks anymore." He looked into her eyes. They showed what looked something like guilt or maybe sorrow. It was gone as fast as it came.
"I probably won't be coming back."
"What? What are you talking about, of course you'll be back." She was taken aback. She studied his face. "Why?" Her eyes showed fear, regret, pain, she seemed like she might break down in tears.
"I'm not ready to start living a normal life. All I've ever been is a soldier Relena. I don't know how to live in a world with out war and battles. I'm not ready yet." He said looking down at the almost empty glass of wine.
"I'm sorry then Heero. Have a good life." She stood up and started to walk away. The tears in her eyes were threatening to fall. He got up to go after her. He stepped outside the door to catch up to her.
"Relena." He called to her. She started to walk faster toward her car. 'I won't cry in front of him. I won't cry in front of him. I won't cry.' He grabbed her wrist. "Relena." It was barely a whisper. She turned around to face him but avoided his eyes. The tears began to fall.