Codename: Kamikaze
Chapter 8
Disclaimer: I wish.
Guess what. I'm not dead. I am in fact very much alive and brewing with a few new ideas. This is in huge part thanks to Andrew Ludka. I appreciate it, Andy!
Haruka felt feverish and achy. The gentleness of the bed she lay on did little to temper that feeling. How she was now on a bed, she didn't know; but it mattered little. The throbbing in her temples convinced the girl to remain still and shield her view from the world. A hand was holding the sky king's; she could tell that much. But who's? Pluto's? Saturn's? Probably Neptune's. That would make sense. Why was it so hot!? Haruka still resolved to have her eyes tightly shut as she kicked the confining covering off her over- heated body. With her movement came a tight squeeze from the hand grasping her own. Haruka was suddenly perceptive of the actual hand and not only it's presence. It was larger than her own delicate appendage but just as strong. The palms were slightly callused, revealing years of duty and work. 'How very familiar.' The senshi suddenly recalled everything. She remembered chasing the girls, she reminisced capturing the youngest, she even recollected dropping her little prisoner on her head. And she remembered why. All because of the surprise visit from the pilot. From her Heero.
The thought of the lean Japanese man with icy cerulean orbs and set face caused the senshi's temperature to rise yet again. Risking the head splitting pain she was sure it would create, Haruka opened her eyes to drink in the pilot's image. Tears filled sapphire pools as her head reeled. Before Heero could respond, he found himself trying to breathe as the blonde attempted to wrap herself around him. He wasn't accustomed to soothing crying girls, but found himself inclined to do so. "Shh. Shh. Don't cry. Shh." Little good it did at first, but the wind senshi forced her tears to subside and face the man she was holding. "Heero…I," the words refused to go further than her mind. It didn't matter, for three energetic planetary princesses bounced into Haruka's room. Heero pulled sharply away from Haruka at the interruption. The senshi's body suddenly turned frigid and she expelled an audible whimper at the lost of contact between herself and the man.
"Uranus! Are you okay? Ya fainted, you know. And you dropped me on my friend," Saturn explained as she climbed up onto the bed. "Sorry about that," Haruka answered numbly, still feeling the absence of her pilot's touch. "Yep, it was very un-Uranus like. Are you sure you're fine?" Pluto added. Before the wind senshi could reassure, Neptune pointed an accusing finger at the perfect soldier. "You. What are you doing in here with Uranus? She needs her rest and some time free from bothers." "Why don't you leave then?" he growled at the child. "Uranus wants me here!" she stated as she stomped her foot. "Here comes that headache again," Haruka commented dryly and rubbed her temples as the two engaged in a war of words.
Cobalt orbs observed the three young princesses of the outer solar system as intensely as a jungle cat would stalk its prey. The shrill cries and giggles from the children at play created a spark of spite in the soldier of which the origin was unknown. Perhaps it was the fact that two of his fellow Gundam pilots had reduced themselves to babysitters he despised their happiness. Duo and Quatre automatically levitated to the girls in the two days they had resided in the palace. Upon interrogation, the pair admitted their motive was to allow Heero and the blonde female some time together to sort through obvious issues. The problem was, the icy soldier flat out refused to be in the same room as the senshi. The reasons behind the deceit he felt were unclear. She had a mission; how could he hold that against her? But he did. Haruka had deprived him of the honesty assumption had assured would be in their relationship. 'What relationship?' Heero thought bitterly.
True, when he saw the tall woman for the first time in two years, his heart stopped as rapture and bliss filled his normally docile being. But the perfect soldier had decided while the girl was unconscious that his feelings couldn't overshadow the fact that she had explaining to do. And he would have committed himself to this vow, if it weren't for the exquisite divinity that possessed Heero as the quivering female sought refuge in his arms upon awaking. He would have taken her then and there if it weren't for the energetic trio that interrupted. He was secretly thankful. He didn't need her. A soldier of his caliber needed no one. So why the hell did he hate himself so for thinking the way he did about the only person he could possibly love?
Haruka had given up subtly and was now staring straight at the Japanese man who refused any communication towards her. She didn't like the attention he paid her small comrades, though. The senshi would gladly admit it was jealousy; her pride wasn't so obstructive. Haruka had waited two years to be rejoined with the aforementioned soldier. Every breath expelled, every thought conjured, every view observed; she wanted to be his entirety. 'How trait can one person get,' Haruka cursed herself. She had been weakened by the desire she had for this man. Not even with Michiru had she been such a slave to her emotions. A senshi. That's what she was. Devoted to her princess, her comrades, and her kingdom. This man meant nothing in the greater scheme of things. He'd grow old and die, but the Ginzuishuo would sustain her. If death was ever to touch her being, the duty of a senshi would provide rebirth; but he'd leave this plane of existence forever. Such is how the Gods decree. So why did torment her to know one day his icy stare would no longer fall upon her form.
As clicks and clacks sounded from the trusty laptop of the perfect soldier, Haruka lost all reserve. The wind senshi stalked towards the distracted boy and slammed the screen of his computer shut atop his swiftly moving fingers. Masking surprise, Heero glared at the bold woman. Sensing the upcoming brawl, the two pilots grabbed their playmates and pulled them to the safety of a foreign room. Then, a pair of broken hearts raged.
The contact of angry flesh against his own and the deafening slap that echoed in the empty room brought an utterly shocked look upon the normally stone set face. "What the hell is wrong with you, Heero Yuy?" Heero stared up like a child just reprimanded. "H-Hnn?" The sky king instantly regretted striking her beautiful soldier but stood firm, demanding answers. "We don't lay eyes on each other for what seems like forever and when we do, you push me away and ignore me. What kind of torture is this, Heero!?" The pilot quickly regained control of his surprise and rose to leave. An irritated female latched on to the fleeing figure. A guilty mixture of pain and pleasure shot through the Japanese man at the connection. Haruka took advantage as he stalled. "Heero," she breathed, "Answer me so we can put this behind us. What's wrong?" At that, Heero pushed all thoughts of her touch on him out of his mind and prepared to do battle. "You said you'd return to me, Haruka. You lied." Sapphire eyes widened. "N-No! I didn't. I'd never. I was going to come back. I just…" "Didn't. You just didn't," he interrupted trying his best not to covey his hurt. "Why?" he demanded.
Why? She knew why. The duty of the senshi is what pushed her. Love was nothing compared to duty. That's the lie she had feed her self when it became painfully clear the long and lonely road of a warrior she'd have to travel. The fact that she was beaten by serendipity, would that appease his curious mind? Probably just start a completely new feud between the would be lovers.
But those cobalt eyes revealed as much as they hid. His concern was evident and it touched her. He was like a small boy, terrified of being left to his own in the darkness of night. Heero thought she had abandoned him. "You were afraid," she gushed. Shame marked his cheeks with crimson glow. "Hai." The boy was unexpectedly pushed back onto the couch he had been sitting on previously and was met with a sincere yet devilish smile. A velvet tongue jetted out and wet her pink lips. Leaning in and placing a kiss where the perfect soldier's neck met the collarbone, Haruka purred, "I was afraid too. Now I'm not." A moan escaped his tormented mouth. Surprised to hear such a noise come from the boy, Haruka stopped and gawked a bit amused at the amorous soldier. Before more torture could be administrated, a small strain was heard from a foreign throat.
The pair turned simultaneously to meet a very amused Venus. "Oh, Minako. Um we were just, uh…" the blonde woman choked out. Heero was able to ignore his embarrassment enough to ask the purpose of the senshi's interruption. Suppressing the last her giggles, Venus answered, "Looks like Neo Queen Serenity's worries were right on. It appears we'll be battling even in peace." The sky king's face was grim as the other blonde left the room. "Haruka?" Heero started. Haruka gave a sad smile as she gazed into her love's eyes, "No, not Haruka. Not right now. Right now I'm Uranus. It's time to go to work."
There you go, boys and girls. Tell me what you think. Also, I might pair the Gundam pilots with the scouts. Review and let me know where you stand and who you think should be with whom. Ja-ne!