Cowboys and Angels: A Familiar Face
Rating: R (for now)
By: The Engrish Spy
A/N: See Endless Waltz? No then don't read. There are some spoilers and then it
turns our funny. I got the thought in my head today while shopping. What if the
girl (the one who hands Heero the flower) was Relena? What if she was about
Heero's age? What if she had survived the attack? Read on to find out more.
Relena silently shut the door behind her as she left the apartment she lived in
for the day. Around her she could hear the similar sounds of others getting on
with their daily lives, mothers getting ready to send their children off to
school, fathers reading the daily news, lovers leaving their love for home.
Relena just sighed and continued her journey to the bottom of the apartment
complex and complete a morning ritual. Though today she was on a mission today.
Today she was headed to a memorial held for the victims, of the burring of
apartments next to a base of stationed Gundam's. She had lost family and her
beloved puppy to the explosion. She had only survived from the blast by her
mother covering her to absorb the shock of fall and of the fire. She had not
come out unscathed though.
A large, purple, and monstrous scar covered most of the left side of her face.
She also walked with a limp never fully recovering from the fall that had her
in a wheelchair for two years. She also had long burn scars up and down her
back, chest and legs from the fire. The doctors had claimed she was not going
to make it past the night. She was only fourteen at the time when they told her
that. She shuddered at the thought and then tugged at her cream coloured jacket
as she headed for the memorial site.
The site was not too far from the apartment she lived in now. A small and
sterile one but living quarters non-the less. Arriving in inconsequential
style, Relena found a spot in the back as the disheartened festivities began.
There were speeches and dedications. Family members were given plaques for good
deeds that they did in the name of the deceased. It was the same tripe that
came with every year of mourning this catastrophe. Relena moaned under her
breath as the ceremony finally came to an end. She stood with the others as
they gave a rousing round of applause and then slipped away to the black
monolith like wall that was engraved with the names of the dearly departed.
Coming to the first wall of the structure, Relena gazed the names. There were
the names of neighbours, such as Mrs. Archibald, the old lady who would baby
sit her when her parents were working overtime and Richard Christof, who was
her dad's best friend. When she reached the second one she was quick to find
her family name. Darlian, stood out evidently on the black weather resistant
marble and granite, and listed were her mother and her father. She touched the
deep gouges in the rock with her withered hands as if she was trying to touch
her parents. The tears could be felt welling up in the back of her throat as
she continued to stare at the two names she held so dear. She never let them
fall, for that was a sign of weakness in her eyes. Nobody should cry over
others.
Standing back she felt shivers crawl up her spine. She could tell that she was
not alone any more. Turning to her right she spotted a man with chestnut coloured
hair standing near the end of the memorial. He was dressed in a blue fitted
jean jacked and blue fitted jeans. He was touching the granite the same way
Relena had been earlier. He turned as if he had sensed her presence as well.
Relena was greeted with Prussian blue eyes that burned with icy coldness,
coldness she was only greeted to once before but could not explain it. Shocked
with that thought, Relena automatically pulled her hand up to shield her face.
The man grunted and then turned to leave. Relena dropped her hand as she
watched the man's backside leave. As she turned to leave herself Relena could
not help but wonder why the man seemed so familiar.
