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Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Gundam Wing, its characters, blablablablablabla.
Author's Note: Hiya! Please gimme words of encouragement by reviewing! Anything's fine, please gimme some tips on how to make the story better if you'd like to! No flames please. Remember, I live for reviews. (And presents) Sorry for the LONG wait on this chapter, I had a lot of tests and was quite busy. . .
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"Love has no boundaries. . . "
"Only fools believe that there is no life after death, and that there is no death after life."
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Only Forever - Chapter 3
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After the Mariemaia Incident, January 23rd, 1958
"Where are you headed?"
Relena's eyes snapped up to meet Heero's at the blunt question. Inside her head, the wheels turned and sputtered to life.
"I'm a runaway." At least half of it was true as her eyes darted cautiously to the ground. Could he tell she was lying? Relena bit the inside of her lip to keep from rambling. Such times called for silence and no more.
She was hiding something. She was also a liar. He could tell by the flicker of her lashes and the nervous looks she tried to hide. This girl was a challenge. Heero Yuy never turned down a challenge.
"I know of a place you could stay. Come with me." Leaving her to ponder this, he walked off towards the end of the alley.
She'd never been so puzzled over anything in her life. When did the Heero Yuy she knew offer something graciously? Flopping down on the hard crickety bed, Relena closed her eyes in silent prayer. He'd lent her a place to stay. A place in his home. Opening her eyes again, Relena focused on her surroundings. The house wasn't large, with wooden floors and simple walls. Although she felt somewhat awful to be lying to him, it wouldn't do to tell him who she really was. He'd just send her back. No, Heero wouldn't understand. Grabbing a towel from the closet, Relena started for the bathroom.
Heero scowled at the humming screen of his laptop as the words appeared in big bold black. No data found. There was no data on a person called Tori McGregor. There wasn't even such a person. What could she be hiding? This girl was strange. He'd have to be careful. On the verge of another frown, Heero swung the door open just to see a figure disappear in the bathroom and close the door. He heard the lock click with assurance. Eyeing the door, Heero made his way down to the kitchen and sent murderous glances at the empty coffee pot. Deciding there was nothing else to do, he sat tensely in a chair and waited for Tori to come down. He was right. A few minutes later, footsteps could be heard lightly across the kitchen tiles.
Some people looked like children when they were asleep. Peaceful and relaxed. Not Heero. With a slight frown, Relena judged by the tenseness in his shoulders that he was far from relaxed. Her heart stopped beating the moment his eyes opened and that beautiful blue stared at her, well, glared mostly.
"Um, hey. I just wanted to say thanks for letting me stay here." Realizing she was still staring, Relena made a gargling noise in her throat and turned away to stare at a blank wall. "Hn."
He hadn't known under all those street clothes was something so small and fragile. Her skin was flawless ivory, her eyes big, blue, and expressive. By the way her hands were flexing on the collar of her robe, she was nervous. Her hair, just so recently washed, gleamed dark raven under the dim flickering lights suspending on the ceiling. It took awhile for Heero to notice his hands had trailed their way out to touch her hair. That he had stepped closer so that a quick bolt of lust snaked its way up in his stomach. She was staring back at him now, her eyes full of emotion. . . and something else he couldn't dissect. What was it?
"Heero. . . " Relena felt the longing coming back and following it, the love. She couldn't believe it. After all this time. She still loved him. Deeply, unconditionally. Did she want to? So much? While arguing with herself, Relena didn't notice the hand drop from her hair and the warmth sidle aside to nothing. Silent, Relena watched him struggle.
It couldn't be. Not again. His breath came out raspy and short. Nobody - nobody had made him feel desire so much. So soon. He didn't even know her for Christ Sake! Shaking off the mood, his eyes frosted over and the vulnerability he'd felt before faded away like it was never there. She was staring at him. He knew it. Probably thought he had some mental problem or something. He'd never cared what people thought of him. Never cared until Relena. . . and now Tori. Glancing up, he froze at the sight of her eyes.
They were big, brilliantly blue with unshed tears glassing over. He felt her reach out to him. Try to understand. As Relena had. He sent her a cold look to defend himself. With one blink, the glassy look in her eyes were gone replaced with nothing. Absolutely nothing.
"I think I'm going to go up now. Good-night Heero. Thank-you again." Familiar with the tradition of the japanese, Relena hesitated only a second. Bowing with a slightly cold detachment, she hurried up the stairs, unaware that Heero now watched her with puzzlement in his eyes.
How could he? Relena felt like screaming in agony. After she'd mourned for him, longed for him, and moved on, he draws her in again. Knowing there was no one to blame of her own feelings than herself, Relena curled up in the bed covers and resisted weeping. She'd promised herself she wouldn't. Back then, if he'd touched her hair like that before, she'd have been bursting with joy. Now she felt pain. Because she knew the truth that she tried to blind from herself from the very start. She loved him. Always had. And always will.
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To Be Continued. . .
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Gundam Wing, its characters, blablablablablabla.
Author's Note: Hiya! Please gimme words of encouragement by reviewing! Anything's fine, please gimme some tips on how to make the story better if you'd like to! No flames please. Remember, I live for reviews. (And presents) Sorry for the LONG wait on this chapter, I had a lot of tests and was quite busy. . .
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"Love has no boundaries. . . "
"Only fools believe that there is no life after death, and that there is no death after life."
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Only Forever - Chapter 3
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After the Mariemaia Incident, January 23rd, 1958
"Where are you headed?"
Relena's eyes snapped up to meet Heero's at the blunt question. Inside her head, the wheels turned and sputtered to life.
"I'm a runaway." At least half of it was true as her eyes darted cautiously to the ground. Could he tell she was lying? Relena bit the inside of her lip to keep from rambling. Such times called for silence and no more.
She was hiding something. She was also a liar. He could tell by the flicker of her lashes and the nervous looks she tried to hide. This girl was a challenge. Heero Yuy never turned down a challenge.
"I know of a place you could stay. Come with me." Leaving her to ponder this, he walked off towards the end of the alley.
She'd never been so puzzled over anything in her life. When did the Heero Yuy she knew offer something graciously? Flopping down on the hard crickety bed, Relena closed her eyes in silent prayer. He'd lent her a place to stay. A place in his home. Opening her eyes again, Relena focused on her surroundings. The house wasn't large, with wooden floors and simple walls. Although she felt somewhat awful to be lying to him, it wouldn't do to tell him who she really was. He'd just send her back. No, Heero wouldn't understand. Grabbing a towel from the closet, Relena started for the bathroom.
Heero scowled at the humming screen of his laptop as the words appeared in big bold black. No data found. There was no data on a person called Tori McGregor. There wasn't even such a person. What could she be hiding? This girl was strange. He'd have to be careful. On the verge of another frown, Heero swung the door open just to see a figure disappear in the bathroom and close the door. He heard the lock click with assurance. Eyeing the door, Heero made his way down to the kitchen and sent murderous glances at the empty coffee pot. Deciding there was nothing else to do, he sat tensely in a chair and waited for Tori to come down. He was right. A few minutes later, footsteps could be heard lightly across the kitchen tiles.
Some people looked like children when they were asleep. Peaceful and relaxed. Not Heero. With a slight frown, Relena judged by the tenseness in his shoulders that he was far from relaxed. Her heart stopped beating the moment his eyes opened and that beautiful blue stared at her, well, glared mostly.
"Um, hey. I just wanted to say thanks for letting me stay here." Realizing she was still staring, Relena made a gargling noise in her throat and turned away to stare at a blank wall. "Hn."
He hadn't known under all those street clothes was something so small and fragile. Her skin was flawless ivory, her eyes big, blue, and expressive. By the way her hands were flexing on the collar of her robe, she was nervous. Her hair, just so recently washed, gleamed dark raven under the dim flickering lights suspending on the ceiling. It took awhile for Heero to notice his hands had trailed their way out to touch her hair. That he had stepped closer so that a quick bolt of lust snaked its way up in his stomach. She was staring back at him now, her eyes full of emotion. . . and something else he couldn't dissect. What was it?
"Heero. . . " Relena felt the longing coming back and following it, the love. She couldn't believe it. After all this time. She still loved him. Deeply, unconditionally. Did she want to? So much? While arguing with herself, Relena didn't notice the hand drop from her hair and the warmth sidle aside to nothing. Silent, Relena watched him struggle.
It couldn't be. Not again. His breath came out raspy and short. Nobody - nobody had made him feel desire so much. So soon. He didn't even know her for Christ Sake! Shaking off the mood, his eyes frosted over and the vulnerability he'd felt before faded away like it was never there. She was staring at him. He knew it. Probably thought he had some mental problem or something. He'd never cared what people thought of him. Never cared until Relena. . . and now Tori. Glancing up, he froze at the sight of her eyes.
They were big, brilliantly blue with unshed tears glassing over. He felt her reach out to him. Try to understand. As Relena had. He sent her a cold look to defend himself. With one blink, the glassy look in her eyes were gone replaced with nothing. Absolutely nothing.
"I think I'm going to go up now. Good-night Heero. Thank-you again." Familiar with the tradition of the japanese, Relena hesitated only a second. Bowing with a slightly cold detachment, she hurried up the stairs, unaware that Heero now watched her with puzzlement in his eyes.
How could he? Relena felt like screaming in agony. After she'd mourned for him, longed for him, and moved on, he draws her in again. Knowing there was no one to blame of her own feelings than herself, Relena curled up in the bed covers and resisted weeping. She'd promised herself she wouldn't. Back then, if he'd touched her hair like that before, she'd have been bursting with joy. Now she felt pain. Because she knew the truth that she tried to blind from herself from the very start. She loved him. Always had. And always will.
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To Be Continued. . .
