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Relena sighed as she waited for the younger Dekim. She really didn't know why she bothered. Sure he was nice looking, but her heart stayed with a certain Prussian blue eyed man.
Even though he had not returned that love.
Every time she though of it she always had second thoughts. Should she have left or gave him another chance.
But she was tired from all of it. Her trying to get him to open up and him making a very good impersonation of an iceman.
There were times that he almost drove her over the edge and she wished she had a flamethrower just to see if he would burn or melt.
But she loved him too much to do that to him.
She sighed and waited. But she felt a presence behind her that made her uncomfortable yet secure. Looking behind her, she found no one. But when she slowly gazed across her table, she held her breath.
He had somehow changed from when she last saw him. His Prussian blue eyes seemed lost and hurting as if the cold had vanished. He seemed hurt when he looked at her, longing and regret and suffering.
She never knew that two years could change that.
"Heero," she breathed.
"Hello Relena," he said softly.
"How did you find me?" she asked.
"I had my ways," he replied but she noticed that his tone didn't have any of his usual coldness.
"Why now?" Relena knew he could have found her anytime he wanted. When he didn't come for her in two months after she left, she lost all hope.
Heero was silent for a while. All the time he looked at her as if she was one of the displays in her museum. Admiration of beauty. Even longing.
Then... he answered.
"It took me this long to think," he said.
"About what went wrong," it came out like a whisper. Inwardly, Relena smiled. Was there still hope?
"And what did you find out?" she asked sullenly.
"I need you," he said without hesitation surprising her.
"Why?" she asked. For all the time she was with him he never even talk about their relationship but now... it was a change she had hoped yet feared.
"I don't know," he said. "All I know is something was missing and I didn't know what. But I felt complete when I thought about you, even if it was a second."
Relena was starting to get confused. Did Heero change that much for him to say those words? She still had doubts and this was being too easy.
If he need... no, wanted her back, he would need to prove it.
"We tried, Heero. It didn't work out," she said despite her feelings.
"You tried," he said. "I didn't give it much thought."
"Why?" she asked, almost angrily. "We wouldn't be here if you'd open up." Heero remained calm and it annoyed her. How did he have so much self- control?
"It's hard for me to open up," Heero said. "I had been trained to ignore ALL emotions. Sorrow, pain, grief, anger..." he looked into her eyes and smiled sadly. "Love."
"Then why didn't you tell me this before?" she asked. Heero's face became cold all of a sudden. This was the Heero Relena knew.
"I was afraid," he said, his face suddenly softening.
"Of what Heero?" she asked. What he said next, was unexpected.
"Of rejection," he said softly.
"Rejection?" she asked incredulously. She was about to say something but he stopped her.
"We lived in different worlds," he said. "You had lived through a time of peace, I on the other hand, was trained for war. War, that my so-called 'masters' declared on the world.
"I am a killer, Relena. I had killed countless people before I had met you. Their blood was on my hands. Blood of the innocent."
"What happened?" she asked even though she was surprised about the revelation that he presented her.
"You did," he said. "You had showed me something more precious than gold."
"What was that?" she asked softly.
"My soul," he said and looked behind her. "Your date's here." Relena turned to look and sighed. When she turned back, she wasn't surprised to see and empty chair.
Heero had slipped away.
Relena sighed and pondered on his words.
***
A pair of gray eyes saw the conversation and inwardly sighed in disappointment. He was jeopardizing the mission talking to her like that.
What was his predecessor up to?
*** ***
"Heero?" Une smiled as the Perfect Soldier came to her home.
"What is it?" he asked stoically.
"May I see Jeremy's file?" she asked making Heero look at her in confusion.
"What for?"
"I needed to check on some things," she said.
"Like what?"
"Skills," Une said. Heero took a deep breath and told her.
"Basically he has the same skills that I have only a bit..."
"Underrated?" Une asked.
"Perhaps," Heero said. "But remember, he left Doctor J before his training was complete."
"Meaning?" she asked.
"Meaning Jeremy is not as heartless as he seems," Duo said as he entered the room eating a piece of pie.
"Good," Une sighed. Heero frowned in confusion and shifted to different matters.
"How's Mill?" he asked.
"Everything's perfect," Duo said. "He had persuaded Dekim Junior to use the Bellagio's vault to keep his emeralds."
"Which Wufei's making as we speak," Millard said as he joined them.
"Any other concerns?" Heero asked.
"Not at the moment," Une said. But Heero looked at her questioningly.
"What is it? Jeremy?" he asked.
"He's been digging through Treize's accident," she sighed. "He actually pulled every police report and forensics report about the accident. He's up to something."
"He has a degree in Forensic Science," Heero smirked. "Let him be. Maybe he has something to have the Dekims out of our hairs for good."
"Perhaps," Une said almost hopefully. "Where is he anyway?"
The men looked at each other and shrugged.
*** ***
Jeremy Jager was in room 417 in the hospital near Mariemaia's home. It was practically easy for him to enter the room considering that all that worked for the Kushrenada foundation.
Owned by Treize Kushrenada.
Mariemaia's father.
That same man that lay on the bed before him.
Treize Kushrenada, age 38, father of Mariemaia. Owns the Kushrenada foundation, one of the largest in Las Vegas.
Even in his sleeping state, he looked good.
No wonder her daughter was beautiful.
Jeremy shook the thought from his head. Now was not the time. He did a profile of the rich magnate and had come with some surprising anomalies.
Like his car crash for example.
Trace evidence had found that another car had pushed Treize's SUV onto the oncoming train. Fortunately, he had it armored but that didn't stop it from being trashed around.
And he was in a coma because of it.
One year.
That was one year ago. Why was he looking it up an old case? Was it because he sensed it was wrong? Or because he cared for someone?
He sighed and looked at the man.
"I'll take care of your daughter," he said solemnly. "Hell will freeze before harm could be inflicted to her." With a final nod, Jeremy left.
He didn't notice the man's lips twitch into a smile.
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End of 6
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A/n: I was hoping for more reviews than what I had gotten. Anyway, Mariemaia is NOT my character. She really IS Trieze's daughter. I just aged her a bit.
To Shadowfax: You noticed that too huh? So what do you think about this chapter? It would be pretty boring if I didn't add some unknown elements.
Please review! And thanks who those who did.
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Relena sighed as she waited for the younger Dekim. She really didn't know why she bothered. Sure he was nice looking, but her heart stayed with a certain Prussian blue eyed man.
Even though he had not returned that love.
Every time she though of it she always had second thoughts. Should she have left or gave him another chance.
But she was tired from all of it. Her trying to get him to open up and him making a very good impersonation of an iceman.
There were times that he almost drove her over the edge and she wished she had a flamethrower just to see if he would burn or melt.
But she loved him too much to do that to him.
She sighed and waited. But she felt a presence behind her that made her uncomfortable yet secure. Looking behind her, she found no one. But when she slowly gazed across her table, she held her breath.
He had somehow changed from when she last saw him. His Prussian blue eyes seemed lost and hurting as if the cold had vanished. He seemed hurt when he looked at her, longing and regret and suffering.
She never knew that two years could change that.
"Heero," she breathed.
"Hello Relena," he said softly.
"How did you find me?" she asked.
"I had my ways," he replied but she noticed that his tone didn't have any of his usual coldness.
"Why now?" Relena knew he could have found her anytime he wanted. When he didn't come for her in two months after she left, she lost all hope.
Heero was silent for a while. All the time he looked at her as if she was one of the displays in her museum. Admiration of beauty. Even longing.
Then... he answered.
"It took me this long to think," he said.
"About what went wrong," it came out like a whisper. Inwardly, Relena smiled. Was there still hope?
"And what did you find out?" she asked sullenly.
"I need you," he said without hesitation surprising her.
"Why?" she asked. For all the time she was with him he never even talk about their relationship but now... it was a change she had hoped yet feared.
"I don't know," he said. "All I know is something was missing and I didn't know what. But I felt complete when I thought about you, even if it was a second."
Relena was starting to get confused. Did Heero change that much for him to say those words? She still had doubts and this was being too easy.
If he need... no, wanted her back, he would need to prove it.
"We tried, Heero. It didn't work out," she said despite her feelings.
"You tried," he said. "I didn't give it much thought."
"Why?" she asked, almost angrily. "We wouldn't be here if you'd open up." Heero remained calm and it annoyed her. How did he have so much self- control?
"It's hard for me to open up," Heero said. "I had been trained to ignore ALL emotions. Sorrow, pain, grief, anger..." he looked into her eyes and smiled sadly. "Love."
"Then why didn't you tell me this before?" she asked. Heero's face became cold all of a sudden. This was the Heero Relena knew.
"I was afraid," he said, his face suddenly softening.
"Of what Heero?" she asked. What he said next, was unexpected.
"Of rejection," he said softly.
"Rejection?" she asked incredulously. She was about to say something but he stopped her.
"We lived in different worlds," he said. "You had lived through a time of peace, I on the other hand, was trained for war. War, that my so-called 'masters' declared on the world.
"I am a killer, Relena. I had killed countless people before I had met you. Their blood was on my hands. Blood of the innocent."
"What happened?" she asked even though she was surprised about the revelation that he presented her.
"You did," he said. "You had showed me something more precious than gold."
"What was that?" she asked softly.
"My soul," he said and looked behind her. "Your date's here." Relena turned to look and sighed. When she turned back, she wasn't surprised to see and empty chair.
Heero had slipped away.
Relena sighed and pondered on his words.
***
A pair of gray eyes saw the conversation and inwardly sighed in disappointment. He was jeopardizing the mission talking to her like that.
What was his predecessor up to?
*** ***
"Heero?" Une smiled as the Perfect Soldier came to her home.
"What is it?" he asked stoically.
"May I see Jeremy's file?" she asked making Heero look at her in confusion.
"What for?"
"I needed to check on some things," she said.
"Like what?"
"Skills," Une said. Heero took a deep breath and told her.
"Basically he has the same skills that I have only a bit..."
"Underrated?" Une asked.
"Perhaps," Heero said. "But remember, he left Doctor J before his training was complete."
"Meaning?" she asked.
"Meaning Jeremy is not as heartless as he seems," Duo said as he entered the room eating a piece of pie.
"Good," Une sighed. Heero frowned in confusion and shifted to different matters.
"How's Mill?" he asked.
"Everything's perfect," Duo said. "He had persuaded Dekim Junior to use the Bellagio's vault to keep his emeralds."
"Which Wufei's making as we speak," Millard said as he joined them.
"Any other concerns?" Heero asked.
"Not at the moment," Une said. But Heero looked at her questioningly.
"What is it? Jeremy?" he asked.
"He's been digging through Treize's accident," she sighed. "He actually pulled every police report and forensics report about the accident. He's up to something."
"He has a degree in Forensic Science," Heero smirked. "Let him be. Maybe he has something to have the Dekims out of our hairs for good."
"Perhaps," Une said almost hopefully. "Where is he anyway?"
The men looked at each other and shrugged.
*** ***
Jeremy Jager was in room 417 in the hospital near Mariemaia's home. It was practically easy for him to enter the room considering that all that worked for the Kushrenada foundation.
Owned by Treize Kushrenada.
Mariemaia's father.
That same man that lay on the bed before him.
Treize Kushrenada, age 38, father of Mariemaia. Owns the Kushrenada foundation, one of the largest in Las Vegas.
Even in his sleeping state, he looked good.
No wonder her daughter was beautiful.
Jeremy shook the thought from his head. Now was not the time. He did a profile of the rich magnate and had come with some surprising anomalies.
Like his car crash for example.
Trace evidence had found that another car had pushed Treize's SUV onto the oncoming train. Fortunately, he had it armored but that didn't stop it from being trashed around.
And he was in a coma because of it.
One year.
That was one year ago. Why was he looking it up an old case? Was it because he sensed it was wrong? Or because he cared for someone?
He sighed and looked at the man.
"I'll take care of your daughter," he said solemnly. "Hell will freeze before harm could be inflicted to her." With a final nod, Jeremy left.
He didn't notice the man's lips twitch into a smile.
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End of 6
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A/n: I was hoping for more reviews than what I had gotten. Anyway, Mariemaia is NOT my character. She really IS Trieze's daughter. I just aged her a bit.
To Shadowfax: You noticed that too huh? So what do you think about this chapter? It would be pretty boring if I didn't add some unknown elements.
Please review! And thanks who those who did.