Part 3
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Relena was dazed and lightheaded. She could only see two faces: Vincent and Heero. She couldn't believe he'd begged-begged!-for forgiveness, but she was too stubborn and sensitive to even look at him. She almost started crying again.
Heero was angry, and angry because he was jealous. His boiling heart persisted. He had to tell Relena about her Vincie. But how? She hated him. Her hatred could have only deepened. He didn't want to hurt Relena. Some birthday she must have had yesterday. Heero stayed in bed until afternoon again (but in a mush cleaner room). There was a knock at the door. Heero groaned for them to come in. Trowah entered.
"Hey." He said quietly.
"Hey." Heero grumbled. Trowah closed the door and sat at the end of Heero's bed.
"You should talk to Relena," Trowah (of all people) advised, crossing his arms, "I'm sure there was a good reason she didn't show."
"Yeah. She was with her boyfriend."
"Don't be like that Heero. Tell Relena how you feel. Then she'll really be yours."
"I'm pathetic," Heero mumbled.
"Because of your emotions?"
"Because I'm taking love advice from you."
"If I didn't feel sorry for you, I'd give a nice jab in the mouth. But in this case, you're right."
Heero pulled the sheets over his head. Trowah pulled his covers off.
"Come on, lazy bones, its 2:00. You'll have plenty of time to be depressed after Relena leaves. Go to her, Heero."
Heero excused Trowah from the room and dresses in his uniform from the St. Gabriel institute. With smiles and pats on the back from his friends (Duo and Quatre at least), Heero took his sedan and drove to Marquis Wayridge's.
He stopped in front of the Marquis' house and jumped out of the car. He anxiously rang the bell. Relena opened the door.
"Heero!"
"Relena!"
"Oh, Heero!" Relena cried out, blushing with shame, "I'm so sorry! Please," she took his hand, "Please forgive me!"
"Relena, I was a jerk. I'm sorry. I really thought you hated me. I deserved your anger and contempt."
"No, Heero, it is me that deserves your anger and contempt."
"Relena," he said, suddenly with a deadly seriousness, and holding her hand tight, "listen to me. Vincent is playing you. I saw him. A girl came to his house after he dropped you off—"
"How do you know?"
"Something inside just told me to follow that bastard—"
"You've got some nerve," Relena said angrily, "Did you come here to apologize or patronize?"
"What are you talking about, woman? Look, I followed that bastard home—"
"Vincent. His name is Vincent. Not bastard."
"Why are you making this so damn difficult?"
"Why did you try to shoot me all those times?"
"Why are bringing up the past like that?" demanded a wide-eyed Heero, "No, wait don't tell me—Vince says that I don't love you because I never said so and because I did my job well."
"Something like that."
"Like and lie rhyme for a reason."
"Don't call him a liar when you're the one that changes identities all the time and shoots people!" she yelled at him, slamming the door in his face. Heero burned all over. He pulled out his gun, checked the bullets, got in his car, and sped to Vincent's.