Crouching in the darkness amidst long ago memorized alleyways and buildings, dark eyes peeked through the ceiling window to a loud club. Numerous bodies danced around the floor, the remainder getting sloshed at the bar. Men and women alike stopped to others and propositioned themselves for a living. All in all, it was another normal night.
He felt the urge to wrinkle his nose in disgust. This would NEVER have happened if The Blur was defeated and Relena was able to keep a tight reign on peace. There were always the stragglers that thought they could control the world.
His eyes narrowed at the mention of his reason for being in Shanghai. He lurked around the area for two full months now, gathering information and trying to find out exactly who this female assassin was. It was a tedious job, but one he meticulously did.
A small movement inside one of the high up private rooms caught his attention. Just what he wanted to see. He KNEW the main boss was in town, though he had yet to learn his name. Whenever the Chinese man entered the room, the guards surrounded him and covered his mouth, making it impossible for him to read their lips.
As expected, the small group went for the main door and he quickly stood. He knew every inch of this club and where they'd go next. It was one of his plans during his time here. Having kept watch for a solid week of the main man's entrances helped.
He jogged across the top of the building, nearly sliding on the gravel in his haste to stop. The top held quite a few ceiling windows, sometimes opened at nights to let the heat out. He wanted to get to the next one before the others to get an opportunity to see what they were saying. Maybe learn their next plan and how to thwart it.
He didn't have to wait long. Eyes jumping around as they took turns, he learned that they had another murder planned. This time to a smaller, rival gang in the city. The girl was to wipe out the entire lot, making it easier to recruit others. She would also take out their enemies, making the spoils in the city easier for them to take.
His eyes minutely widened at such a feat. He knew of this other gang, having gotten a little information from them, in his OWN way of course. There were at least four-dozen of them, the last time he checked. They were always finding more muscle to add to the lot.
He knew where their stash of weapons were and looted a small amount for his own purposes...not enough to be noticed, but he figured half a crate wouldn't be noticed. They held over three dozen crates of machine and normal guns for their leisure.
If that slip of a girl he kept seeing was the only one to infiltrate and kill over forty men and women, then she really was the assassin he sought out. He had his doubts, not thinking someone not even reaching his shoulder could kill someone with her bare hands. He had to keep an eye on her, follow her if need be. Maybe then, when she was busy, he could put a bullet between her eyes and be done.
He was getting tired of the lower parts of Shanghai, tired of the filth and crime. It disgusted him to know that after the entire war, it still existed. Hadn't people had enough with violence and pestilence? It seemed maybe The Blur should've been in the war, seen first hand what they were trying to accomplish. Maybe they wouldn't be so happy to start another...
He was thrown from his thoughts when a different kind of movement occurred. The girl entered the room...and was looking at HIM. Even though their distance was enough for him to blend in with the black night sky, he was sure her eyes rested on him. Mentally cursing his sloppiness, he ducked from the window and started for the edge of the roof.
How did she SPOT him?? How could he've been so CARELESS? It went against his entire training to be so stupid and shoddy. It was those brainless emotions he wanted to learn about, try and feel now that he could, that got in the way. He needed to banish all feeling and thought if he was going to get his edge back. It might just keep him ALIVE.
After reaching the edging, he pushed off the brick edge and jumped to the next building, not even hesitating. What greeted him on the other side was just another realization that he had to banish all emotion and thought even more so than a minute before. With that was a mental curse.
She stood before him, casually standing among the roof as if she were waiting. He skidded to a stop about a dozen feet before her, openly aghast. How could she get to the next roof in only a MINUTE?! It wasn't possible! Not even HE could get such a feat done, even though the space between the buildings was a good ten-foot across.
Immediately tensing for the unexpected, his stance widened, open hands hovering over his legs. He should go for his gun; he would NEVER get a better chance to end things. After disposing of their main weapon, The Blur would be a lot more vulnerable. He could go in and take them all out a lot easier.
"Who are you?" He demanded. She continued to stare, as though she hadn't heard. After a brief pause, her head idly cocked to one side, as if she didn't understand. His eyes narrowed. "I said, who ARE you?" He irately repeated.
He didn't have TIME to play games with her. He just wanted to be done with this lengthy mission, to get back to finding his real self, and a real life, again.
After another lengthy stretch of silence, his hand unconsciously twitched, longing to grab one of the stolen guns and use it. Eyes locked together, he noticed a barely discernable narrowing of black. He wondered what was going through her head, why she did every facial expression and movement. She stood nearly still as a statue, the night breeze not bothering her, as it didn't bother him.
A sudden thought struck him. He wondered if she was in the war, ever fought in it. Her gross amount of discipline, training, and silent ways reminded him a lot of himself.
Had doctor J somehow trained more than one soldier? It was highly doubtful, since he had seen no one else in the area at the time. But here she was; a female carbon copy of his old soldier ways in the beginning of the war. Well...not EXACTLY the same...she held a more dangerous air, even without a weapon, and looked more at ease out in the open than he did.
Shaking himself of that thought, trying to bring him back to the present, he decided to get it over with. He was tired of thinking and wondering, and mostly tired of watching and waiting. He hated waiting; striking was his best card.
In the blink of an eye, his hand gripped the gun in the small of his back. His eyes narrowed when she didn't even flinch. She was a fool then, but a soon to be DEAD fool. "Say goodbye." He muttered.
The silencer on the gun went off, and then she finally moved. Before he could even blink, her head jerked to one side and the bullet lodged itself somewhere in the night sky the next building over.
Surprise and anger boiling together, he let anger override the marvelous feat and fired again and again. Her body moved in a blur, effectively dodging every bullet right in front of his eyes.
In a split second, he took in her body again, noticing how well the sleek black outfit managed to hide a lot of her figure. She looked extremely slim, but after a more detailed look, he could see muscles on the side of her waist as they bunched together. The black nylon covered her legs and effectively blended them in with the dark, masking the developed status underneath.
She just played the innocent looking girl, but there was a deadly gleam in her eyes that said she ENJOYED dodging bullets. As if she did it more than enough in her lifetime.
After the clip expired, he went to load again, but she rushed him. With no time to think, only going on faithful, trusting instinct, he threw the gun to one side and barely missed a killing palm strike in his nose. His moves were strictly defense, only able to dodge the barrage of techniques she kept throwing.
He was more knowledgeable of weaponry than marital arts; it wasn't exactly his forte. Even though he was trained and knew a lot, it wasn't his style of combat. He barely had time to think or wonder at her speed. She basically matched him in every aspect. When he went to throw a punch to her face, she dodged it before it was even a foot to her.
He took more to the offensive, throwing close range punches or knee strikes to her, all dodged. What WAS she?! She couldn't be human, even though she LOOKED it. There was a small, almost gleeful smile on her face that told him she was ENJOYING this! But WHY? Sure she was an assassin, as he somewhat was, but why would someone who killed for a living LIKE it? After a while, the thrill was gone and left with only the sad realization of the ugly truth.
They went on for what seemed an eternity till his well-trained endurance start to fade. They couldn't have battled for maybe twenty minutes, but she was wearing him out. How? WHY?? This never happened to him before, not in ANY battle with the Alliance, OR Oz. What type of training was she involved in to make her equal if not, god forbid, superior to HIM??
Thinking she might BEAT him sparked a small twinge of fear. If she was better, then there was no other way to fight except silence and stealth...which she ALSO held in her favor. She was able to get to the roof without him hearing her combat boots crunch on the gravel; a very hard task.
There was no way to beat The Blur. Truly, they held a very dangerous weapon in their hands. A weapon, he sadly knew, he couldn't beat in martial arts alone. She topped him, he begrudgingly admitted.
He was forced to wait for an opening, sweat dripping into his eyes, what managed to stay on in the wild dodging he did. He read her moves and was soon able to figure them out, able to get an opening.
During a hook punch, he landed an elbow to her chest, throwing her off balance enough to jump behind her and take off. His mind whirled as he heard near silent footsteps pursue. She matched his fast step, but skidded to a quiet stop when he jumped for the next building.
Landing safely on the other side, he rolled on the rooftop, knowing his skin would be bruised under the short-sleeved shirt tomorrow. Quickly getting to his feet, he ran to the edge of the building, partially confident the well-trained assassin wouldn't take such risks with her own life. She seemed an amenable fighter, but she followed orders. He, on the other hand, didn't care if he lived or died. He could be reckless with his own life.
His eyes narrowed on the roof. She was gone...AGAIN! HOW DID SHE DO IT!? He gripped on the high edge, feeling he was going to tear brick and mortar apart. How kept running through his mind. He had to know her secret. He hastily looked below, keen eyes scanning the alleyway for her. She must've jumped, that had to be it. There was no other explanation. He would've heard her running on the gravel to get to the door. But even then, he wasn't on the ground for more than twenty seconds! She couldn't be through it by then!
In the darkness, he didn't see her black outfit. She disappeared, as if a ghost. But that wasn't possible. Not a ghost. What happened only seconds ago was DEFINITELY flesh and bone. He had NOT been hallucinating, he told himself. The chill wind blew again, ruffling long bangs, gaining his attention to the situation at hand. Jumping from the roof without hesitation, he easily landed from the few story fall and quietly walked toward the exit.
His mind went back to the fight, replaying every attack, every detail of her face. She was completely calm and non-expressional, save for the small smile. Now a few blocks away, he looked into the black sky, wondering what she was thinking about. Her face was totally neutral until he thought about grabbing the gun, when his hand twitched. Did she suspect he'd draw it? Shoot her? Was she some sort of psychic?
He quickly shook the thought from his head. There was no such thing. Yet, here was a deceptively frail-looking girl who could dodge bullets and take on the perfect soldier, and WIN. His teeth mildly clenched together.
Whoever she was, WHATEVER she was, their next meeting wouldn't be the same outcome. He would study her moves, go back and adapt her techniques to his own, and BEAT her. There had to be a WAY! If there WASN'T, god help him, AND the world!
~*~*~
"Come on Hilde, you can DO it babe."
"I...CAN'T Duo. It...hurts to much." Hilde almost mewled, tears falling from squeezed eyes.
"Yes you CAN Hilde, open your eyes and CONCENTRATE."
Doing as Sally requested, Hilde opened pain riddled eyes and gripped the handlebars of the double metal beams and took an almost reluctant step away from her wheelchair.
"You DID it Hilde!" Duo gushed, beaming with pride. Duo's arms twitched on either side of her waist, ready to catch her if her unused legs gave out. "Now, give me another step babe."
Hilde almost glared, scowling. "Isn't one ENOUGH for today?" She spat out.
"Hilde, you've only TAKEN one step." Sally pointed out. "My goal today is for you to take at least five."
"FIVE??" Hilde weakly cried out, casting a beseeching glance at Sally. "Can't I leave it at three and call it a day?"
"Honestly Hilde, you pull this same routine every day. Three steps was LAST week. Just do this for all of us and then you can sit back down." She compromised.
"Easy for YOU to say Relena," Hilde bit out, "YOU'RE not DOING the physical therapy!"
She sighed and leaned away from the wall in Hilde's room. After a full month, she was ready to go back to her normal scheduled meetings. But, wanting to be there as Duo was, coaching Hilde on, she wanted to be there as well, to show support.
It'd been two months since physical therapy first began. Hilde started with half-pound weights on her wrists, Sally wanting the frail girl to build her arms up to eventually support her weight. Now, she was able to wheel herself around the entire floor, Duo at her heels of course.
"I don't mean to snap, but you need to understand that Sally isn't trying to HURT you Hilde."
"Could've fooled ME." Hilde grit out, hands keeping a tight reign on the adjacent metal bars. Her head bowed, eyes on her feet. They were mildly swollen from being used and given almost no time to rest. Sally's therapy was almost cruel as it was painful.
"Sally is doing this to HELP you Hilde." She cajoled. "How do you expect to get back to full health if you don't PRACTICE?"
"Yea babe. Ever hear of that old rule? 'No pain, no gain'." Duo cheekily added. Violet remained on his beloved.
Hilde glared at Duo, but the grin never dropped. "And easy for YOU to say Duo. I'd like YOU to do this!"
"I CAN Hilde, and that's the whole POINT of this exercise." Duo answered, voice suddenly serious. In the blink of an eye, the smile, along with any other happy expression, was swiped from his face. "I KNOW you don't like being an invalid. Cripes, I knew you didn't when you weren't this badly damaged the LAST time. But if you don't TRY, nothing will ever COME from hard work."
Her eyes widened as Hilde's head slowly lowered with a chastised look. She didn't figure Duo would reprimand Hilde for not wanting to move. It was only reasonable that she was in pain and NOT want to move. NO one wanted to endure pain, unless they were Heero!
From what she saw, she figured Duo'd patronize her, or joke her into moving. But his gaze still held that serious glare, even as Hilde looked into his eyes, determination in hers. With a sheepish nod, she looked at the ground, grit her teeth, and moved her right leg.
"That's it Hilde," Duo softly coached, "slow and steady. Deep, even breaths." Duo basically took over for Sally, though the woman was on the other side of them to help if needed.
She stood next to Sally on the opposite end of Hilde's wheelchair, ready to help if need be. She eyed the pair, Duo low crouching, arms ready to catch Hilde if need be; Hilde gripping the handlebars tight enough to keep her stationed and prevent movement, face scrunched against the pain.
Duo took a few more steps back to allow Hilde's snail pace to continue, which it did in full. She took five full steps and collapsed in Duo's awaiting arms.
"You DID IT!" Duo congratulated, hugging her to him. She could see the joy overflowing his face, even though violet was closed. That smile of his lit up the room.
"Yea..." Hilde replied, voice muffled by Duo's shirt. Her arms almost weakly gripped his, pulling her up to look him in the eyes. "Mind if I sit down now? My legs are killing me."
Duo quickly complied and gently laid her back down on the cushioned chair. "I KNEW you could do it." He lowly answered, face close to his beloved. He leaned down and gently kissed her.
Envy flowed through her. Even when she was supposed to be supportive and happy that Hilde was progressing, even though she argued over it, she couldn't help but feel jealous. Her eyes lowered to the floor.
She wished Heero were here. She hadn't heard from him in what seemed like forever, and it almost felt like he was never AT Sanc. She forced a sigh to keep hidden. What was he up to? Was he still in Shanghai? If Duo kept in contact with Heero, she didn't know about it.
Pasting a quick smile on, she lightly coughed to gain their attention. "Now that you're done Hilde, I should be going and get to work."
Hilde gave her a quick smile. "Hey, it's no problem Relena. Thanks for staying around."
She gave a genuine smile, knowing that in the end, it was better she DID stay around. She didn't want to miss any of this, any single moment. Having Hilde learn to walk again was like watching a baby take its first steps for the first time.
It was a joyous time, though painful for her friend, and she could honestly say that just staying in the room and watching was more productive than going to any council meeting. Meetings could wait. She would ALWAYS have meetings to go to and talk about something that had to do with the Earth Sphere Unified Nation. Hilde would only recover from a wound like this once, so she prayed, and needed her friends to coach her on. She knew that Hilde regretted the exercise, but still knew it was good for her in the long run.
With a quick, soft pat on the raven-haired girl's shoulders, she briefly locked eyes. "I only wish there was more I could do." She quietly answered, feeling a little forlorn and mildly depressed. She had done so little; Hilde was the REAL hero. She was the war hero, the one that turned the tides in their favor. What did SHE do? Be a politician and splay fancy words in the hope that another greedy politician would be a kinder one.
With eyes locked on the floor, she walked out, heading down the hall. She didn't mean to think this way, but there were times when trying to convince the public through speeches and have them adopt her ways didn't seem like such a productive idea. People were prone to thinking whatever they WANTED, trying to shove ideas and beliefs into their heads would just make them angry and then they'd lash out. That's why the colonies revolted in the FIRST place...
With a sigh, she looked out at the passing windows, heading to her room to change. 'Sometimes I think everything I do and say will end up being nothing in the end.'
She pulled out the pale pink business suit, knowing it made her look older. She needed older; there was no one remotely AROUND her age. Sometimes, she felt like a kid amongst adults, even though, technically, she WAS. It was just her ideals and beliefs that aged her, giving her that wise spark in her blue eyes.
Oh, but she longed to be a kid again, with only the worries that Duo and Hilde had. They just had to get over the war, while hers was just starting. She knew that wasn't fair in the least, but it was true. They ended it, and she would continue it. Her eyes slowly closed as she buttoned the blouse. 'This is my legacy. To change the minds of millions of people. To make them see my point.'
After leaving her room, she waited for the car to take her to wherever her next busy schedule started at. These were the days she wished would vanish and all she had to worry about was school again. Her eyes dropped to the carpet, arms unconsciously folding over her chest.
When had life gotten so turned around? The war had a LOT to do with it she knew. Then the death of her father, knowing the Gundam Pilots, and Noin... Her head shook with an amused smile. Good old Lucrezia Noin.
She looked down the hallway, knowing her royal guard would be joining her soon. She accompanied her to meetings, waiting outside the door to make sure she was safe. Her smile widened. She wouldn't have it any other way. Just knowing a friend was nearby was enough to help her get through the day.
After a few more minutes of staring out the grand windows in the sitting room, she heard footsteps. "Ready to go Miss Relena?" Noin softly called, stopping in the open doorway.
With a silent nod, she gracefully stood and followed her elder friend to the main doors. She quickly glanced up the wide stairs, in the general vicinity of her friends before walking through the door Noin held for her.
It was so good to have her friends around; it filled up the big empty palace, even more so than when she taught. Then, it was just a courtesy to teach others. Now, the place was alive and filled with warmth from that pair's teasing and laughter. Her lips tilted, banishing a little bit of melancholy.
She could ALWAYS count on Duo and Hilde to make her laugh and keep her entertained with their antics. Part of the time, she longed to have what they did, especially when they were open about their relationship. Being around them so often allowed her to see held hands, stolen kisses, Duo holding Hilde's body against his own...
Sliding into the plush seat, she quietly sat in continuing thought as Noin shut the side door and the fancy car drove off. 'Off to another meeting.'
Her head rested on a hand as she stared at the passing forestry on her way to 'work'. If one could call what she did work. She would call it tedious and LONG. 'But SOMEBODY'S gotta do it.' She tiredly figured. And who better than Relena Dorlain Peacecraft?
~*~*~
He paced the small space, what could ALMOST be called a living room, in utter agitation. He knew she didn't follow him back; he made sure of that. Darting through alleyways, though not hindering his run; doubling back; even throwing cautious, subtle glances over his shoulder. He hadn't seen her since she disappeared on him not too long ago.
The night wore on slowly, but it wasn't going fast enough for him. He wanted the next day to commence, so he could do more looking. He sighed. MORE looking...would it ever END? This was driving him insane. He didn't WANT to end up spending two full months in Shanghai. He wasn't a watcher; he was a point and shoot, follow through task person. All this idle time was SERIOUSLY making him stir-crazy.
He had enough information of The Blur's whereabouts to take out the assassin, as he planned, but he already TRIED that once. Doing it the easy way wasn't going to happen. He doubted even sniper fire would hit her!
Still pacing the small confined space, his eyes remained locked on the invisible circle. There HAD to be a way to defeat her, to beat someone so seemingly unbeatable. He stopped and looked out the nearest barred window. Of COURSE she could be beaten! Where there was a will there was a way! His eyes narrowed. Now who TOLD him that?
He continued pacing again on a different subject, one that was more confusing than the previous he was trying to sort out. Relena did, though not to his face. He heard her say it during her teachings when he and Quatre were at the Sanc Kingdom.
He gave an almost quiet, wistful sigh, still thinking of her. Ahh...Relena, the source of his HEADACHES. Headaches he got over trying to analyze what she meant to him in all this spare time he had in Shanghai. Going to stop the assassin was almost cut and dry, even WITHOUT the reasons behind it. Thinking of Relena, knowing he SHOULDN'T and did anyway, wasn't helping.
This whole drawn out ordeal was a mission, a blessed mission. Though, to his odd state of mind, he took it with a little bit of regret. Why WAS that?
"Because I don't want to fight anymore." He whispered, suddenly feeling older than just fifteen. The heels of his hands dug into his eyes, feeling tired. When WAS the last time he slept? He was trained to go on very little, only catnapping when necessary to keep alert and sharp before a move. So why did he all of a sudden feel the urge to say to hell with the world and sleep for a few straight weeks?
Because he was no longer the perfect soldier. The reason of his headaches wormed her way inside his heart, unbeknownst to him, and made a nice little niche for her to keep. And he didn't mind one bit.
The heels dug in harder, till he was on the verge of physical pain. He didn't mind, in fact, he welcomed it. Anything to distract his wayward mind. What was WRONG with him?? He NEVER thought so much in his entire life!
Quickly feeling that soldier side of him flare, his hands swiftly dropped and he returned to pacing, forcing himself to think of more important matters. Thinking of Relena in such a major time of crisis wasn't going to solve anything any quicker.
He didn't know how long he paced, but answers didn't come in any great magnitude. There was very little he could do, besides...ask for help. He almost shuddered. To even THINK of those three very simple words was beyond him. Not him, not the perfect soldier. Him? Ask for HELP?
Fingers went to his head, massaging his temple. What OTHER choice did he have? If this slip of a girl could dodge bullets, then his entire military training was for naught. He couldn't do a THING against her. He had to get help somehow...
His fists clenched. The idea was so repulsive, but no other given idea or opportunity presented itself. As much as he loathed the idea, and the PERSON he would have to contact, there was nothing else he could do. Lord knows he TRIED!
But how to get in contact? And how to do so in such a discrete manner than no one knew about it? That answer was perhaps the easiest he'd come by this entire night. A radio frequency sent to his current living address, though when he'd get it would be a mystery. All he could do was send it and hope that there would be a chance to establish contact.
He looked to the kitchen counters, his closed laptop lying in wait. His precious computer, the main thing he kept that was his only connection to the war. Even though an inanimate object, it still held great sentimental value. He basically built it before the war started. He knew it like the back of his hand. Doctor J said it would come in handy and it would be something safe to communicate over. If ANYTHING happened to his baby, he would know about it.
With a slight regrettable sigh, he walked to the kitchen and turned the small object on. He knew phone frequencies would be the main way to go. He didn't know of any computers in the Sanc area, not where he had been at least. Best to leave an audio frequency message and continue his mission until he could get a return. Maybe by then, he would have a way to beat this killing machine.
~*~*~
The meeting was basically a disaster. She couldn't concentrate and when she DID, it wasn't on anything they hadn't discussed earlier. 'All these meetings are good for is wasting my time.' She drearily thought. If it was up to her, action would've already been taken. But she knew that mildly stalling over the Shanghai dispute was a GOOD thing. By the time Heero finished his mission, she wouldn't have to keep the debate up.
Her lips quirked. Getting everyone going wasn't that HARD. It was like they WANTED an excuse to keep arguing so they didn't have to do something. She gave a quiet sigh and quietly tapped her pen on the small pad. 'I DO so hope that isn't going to be a trend...' If all politicians wanted was to sit in their comfy conferences and talk while the world went on without them, than she wanted to quit right now.
With a quiet chuckle, she leaned back in the leather chair and picked the pad up, eyes going over the words. She meant to get some more work done, hopefully be ahead if possible. There was still so much to learn, she just didn't have the time.
Fingers rubbed her eyes in exhaustion. She had to be up at seven again for Hilde's therapy, she KNEW that. But here she sat in the dark, a single desk lamp on, which didn't help her eyes, trying to work. She gave a small, wry smile.
Thinking of Shanghai, especially when that's where Heero was, didn't do much for her work ethic. Where work eluded her, creativity reared its ugly head. How's and why's were lost, but she went with the rare instinct and jotted down the first words that came to mind.
They were about Heero of course, of her love for him. She dropped the pad and leaned back in the chair, head tilted way back, eyes blankly staring at the ceiling. God, was she THAT pathetic that she loved something she would probably never HAVE? If Heero loved her, and that was a VERY big if, getting him to stay around would be worse than any meeting she had to go to.
He didn't like staying in one place; it was the soldier urge in him to move around to the next mission. If he accepted a minutely normal life, what would she do then? Wanting something was so common for her. It was the WANT that attracted her, since Heero avoided her at every turn. Even though she was a rich daddy's girl and could buy anything she wanted in the past, the old saying held true. Love didn't buy money, and she didn't know how long her patience would hold up in waiting for him.
Her head shook. Best not to think about it, not THIS late. Thinking of Heero and trying to understand him was like trying to figure out the meaning of life. It just didn't happen. Looking back to the discarded pad, she picked it up again.
In times gone by I think of you
Back in the day when love was true
During those nights we held each other close
Long ago memories I cherish the most
~*~
Where are you now I wonder?
Off on another mission, another blunder?
Don't you know I'll always be here?
Waiting for your strong arms to hold me dear
~*~
Come back to me and share a kiss
Your strong presence is greatly missed
What do you feel when you see me?
Is there anything in your heart that begs to be freed?
~*~
If I'm lucky you'll pass me by
And I'll shout out my love, I won't hold it inside
It wasn't an ugly Frankenstein; it wasn't a pathetic attempt at a love poem... Her brow rose in minute amaze. ...It was actually DECENT. Though she couldn't remember a time when they ever held each other in the night, she knew she had enough dreams of that for a lifetime.
A small, depressed smile tipped her lips. A lot of it was true. If she ever saw Heero again, she wouldn't hesitate to tell him she loved him. The only problem was, if he would run again and leave her alone, as he did so many times in the past.
During the war, it was always excusable; he had missions that were more important than she was. She KNEW that and tried her hardest to keep it in her mind. But now, the war was over; he HAD no excuse. 'Except FEAR.' She reasoned, tearing the sheet out. She went to crumple it, but stopped. Why NOT keep it? She RARELY wrote poetry, since there was never TIME to. What was the harm in keeping it? 'It can fit a nice little niche in my journal.'
As if realizing she wasn't getting a thing done, along with the late hour, she gave a large yawn and sleepily blinked. It was DEFINITELY time to turn in. She almost stumbled to her feet and leaned against the desk. The question was, whether or not she could make it to her room. She quietly chuckled and started for the door, shutting the lamp off on her way out.