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Author: Angle Eyes

Notes: When people are thinking: ' '

When the characters replying to himself/herself: ' Italic '

When it's just one person speaking to himself/herself: it's just Italic

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Hidden Truth

When the solider had fired the gun, Duo had dropped the laptop on the floor. He immediately, closed his eyes and brought his hands to his chest. He shot me; he killed his own friend. Wish I could have talked to Hilde…Duo thought. Sensing something was wrong and missing, he opened one eye and saw the end of the barrel. Well, I'm going to say that this is hell.

He opened both and took his hands off his chest. They were clean. No blood or holes in his body. The gun didn't have any bullets in it. What the…? He began to think.

"Opps," Heero said. Duo's looked up at him, into the icy walls. They looked…amused? Had he done that on purpose? Was that just a joke to him? The look on Duo's face was at first shocked, then confused, then entirely pissed off.

"You knew there weren't any bullets in there, yet you fired anyway! What was that? Some sort of sick joke?! What's you're problem, Heero? No one knows what the hell is wrong with you! Tell us dang it, or just at least give us some clue! It's Relena isn't it? Isn't it!? Answer me, you son of a bitch!" Duo screamed. His hands were balled into shaking fists. He needed to hit something, mainly Heero. The braided pilot was without a doubt, hurt. How could Heero do that to him? He had always thought Heero had considered him a friend. Just the thought of Heero shooting him, killing him, and laughing at his dead corpse was too painful to think about. Yet the thought still haunted him in the back of his mind. It wouldn't let go, constantly the 'What if…' would return, sounding louder and louder.

The other gundam pilots and some Preventors peeked through the door at Duo's ranting and curses. They watched cluelessly as Heero just played with the gun in his hand, tossing it from one hand to another. The cold smirk on the Perfect Soldiers face didn't calm the braided man down at all.

Suddenly, Duo lunged forward, bringing Heero to the floor. He was able to give Heero a good mouthful of fist before the stronger of the two won the fight. The spectators didn't know what to think of it. Would the two men be able to work this out on their own? Wufie and Trowa were the first to kick that thought aside after realizing that Heero wasn't playing nice. They ran forward, grabbing Heero by the arms and dragging him off Duo. Heero fought like a mad animal. Helping Duo up, Quatre looked at the fat lip that was swelling up quickly.

"I know what it is. It's because of her. Well Heero, you had your chance! You had thousands of damn chances to tell her and you didn't say it!" Duo whispered angrily. Then he closed his eyes before reopening them.

Fire was flaming through his pupils as Duo yelled, "You almost killed me! I thought I was you're friend. I guess not. Friends don't pull the trigger on their friends, with or without bullets!

"I don't understand Heero. Why couldn't you just tell her? Why didn't you say that you liked her? Did you think she deserved something better? Something with power and money? From the things I've learned from Hilde, most women—especially Relena—don't care about those things. They can't control who they fall in love with."

"Which would explain why Hilde married you," Wufie commented in a low mutter. Only Trowa heard it and he gave Wufie a warning glance, although the tall boy held a twinkle in his eyes.

"She loves you. But instead of loving her back or at least showing the least bit of affection, you point a gun at her and swear you're going to kill her! Then you just disappear! How is a girl supposed to put up with that for SEVEN years? Do you think she'd wait for someone who doesn't give her any attention? Then you're an idiot. If she loves you, then it's because of you, nothing else. By the way you've been acting, I don't think you deserve her at all!"

Heero glared at Duo, no emotion was playing in his eyes. But Wufie, who was looking at him, could have sworn his saw a flicker of pain at Duo's last comment. Even if it was only for a short time, it still proved something.

Duo's words hit right on the mark. Every single word was true. Heero had just hidden the truth, imagined that those words weren't real, that he had plenty of time to tell her. Relena accepting Chris's proposal was enough evidence that told Heero he was wrong. The Perfect Soldier had told him these things. He heard it but he didn't want to believe it. He wanted to believe that she loved him, that she cared for him and that she'd always want for him. How foolish. How incredibly foolish he was and now he was paying for his actions.

But this wasn't Heero. This was the Perfect Soldier, the solider who never loved Relena. In fact, the Perfect Soldier despised her. She had weakened him, making him into two people instead of one. The golden haired angle, the demon was more like it. A tricky white demon, yes that's what she was. Duo's words? The Perfect Solider didn't give a damn about the blond. Stupid people. Couldn't they tell Heero didn't care? But wait, they didn't know that Heero still had the Perfect Soldier did they?

The Soldier couldn't help himself. A laugh that was so inhuman came forth to his lips. It rang cruelly and sickly in their ears, twisting their insides. His laughs were empty and hallow, like his eyes. Most of the other Preventors couldn't take it anymore and walked away, whispering to each other that the Great Heero Yuy had finally cracked over the years.

The gundam pilots just watched in horror as their friend let out empty, uncontrollable laughter. With his emotionless eyes and the sound of his chuckles, it scared them. Wufie closed his eyes after he had hit the surprised Heero in the head, knocking him out. He slung Heero over his shoulder and carried him to the clinic in Headquarters.

~*~

'What are you doing?' Heero demand the Perfect Solider. Heero faced himself, or the Perfect Solider. The only difference between the two was that one's eyes held emotion and feeling. The other's were blank and empty, a layer of ice that had trapped the emotions behind it. The Perfect Solider stared at Heero.

'I did what you wanted.'

'And that was almost killing my friend?' Heero demanded, his hands itching with the urge to strangle the soldier. Just place his hands correctly on the evil's one's neck and it would all be over in a less then a second. That's all he wanted.

'No pain. I promised you no pain and you're not getting any pain are you?'

'Yes, I am. Everything you've done since I let you come back has been painful. And what you almost did to Duo…You're sick.'

'I'm you.' He shot back.

'Part of me. Not me. I want to come back.'

'No.'

'What?' Heero gasped out in disbelief.

'I said, No. I'm here. I've wanted to come back for a long time. But that blonde bitch pushed me away from you.'

'Don't you ever call her that!'

'It's true. Why do you care? She left you; she's marrying someone that's far from you rank. What else could she be call, whore?'

'Don't call her that, never call her that! I care because I love her!'

'You do not know what love is, Solider! Love is something you do not have or g

'Well now I do. You're not the boss of me, not now, not ever! Dr. J used to be and everyone else used to be, but I'm my own boss now! This is my life! And you're not needed anymore. This is a world of peace now.'

'Come on Heero, you really believe that pack of lies? It's just a dream; it's not real. We both know that those things never exist.'

'It will, if it hasn't all ready. And its people like you that destroy the peace. Tell me, Perfect Solider, did you enjoy killing the women and children? Did you enjoy murdering them in their sleep? Did you enjoy watching that little girl die because of us?'

The sudden memory of the girl and her dog flashed through both of their minds. The Perfect Solider seemed to be sad but shook his head. 'I am a solider, a weapon, a killer. Weapons don't have emotions, or feelings or memories. You have nothing as well.'

'You're wrong. I have a girl, who worries for me, even if I don't want her to worry for me. I have emotions, I have troubles, I have feelings, and now I have memories that teach me things and I have something now that I never had in my whole life. You want to know what that is?' The Perfect Solider said nothing.

'I have love.' Heero continued in a firm voice. 'Soldiers aren't needed anymore. You're going to leave me and I'm going to go on with my life, got it?'

~*~

Heero woke up and he knew the real Heero was back. The Perfect Solider was locked away again. Heero tried to get up but found his legs and arms strapped to the bed. Heero gave a sidelong glance at his visitor.

"You're awake," Trowa commented.

"Hn."

"You want to explain to me why you've been acting this way?"

Heero didn't say anything.

"This has to do with Relena, doesn't it?"

There was a pause, as if he was trying to think of the right words. Swallowing, he admitted the reason why he let the Perfect Soldier free. "I…didn't…want the pain. I want another chance with her, Trowa."

Trowa stared at his friend. His deep green eyes covered his tangled thoughts. He understood. Walking over, he undid Heero's straps. The real Heero was back, and that's what really mattered.

"Go to her, Heero." Trowa said.

"She's getting married. What if she doesn't…?"

"All you can do is see, but there's a good 95% chance that she feels the same way you do."

"There's still a 5% chance that she doesn't." Heero muttered.

"It's never too late to tell someone how you feel."

After letting the advice digest, Heero nodded his thanks and went to the door.

"No, they'll stop you. You should see what you did to Duo. Une was going to talk to you when you awoke. Go out the window. I'll cover you."

"You're a true friend. I understand that now." Heero gripped Trowa's shoulder with his hand, expressing his gratitude.

"Go!" Trowa whispered, a smile playing on his lips. Heero couldn't help but smile back before escaping through the window. He had a mission to complete.

"All right, you can come out now," Trowa called out into the air. The wounded Duo slid out from underneath the bed. Wufie stepped from behind the curtains and Quatre crawled out from inside some cabinets.

"Go Heero, go tell that woman that you love her!" Duo cheered. Then quickly grabbed his face, trying to calm the pain that had shot around his jaw and eyes.

"It's unfair to take sides in this situation, but I have to say…Go Heero!" Quatre said.

"I'm starving, let's go get some donuts. My treat!" Duo waved his car keys in his hand as he exited out of the room with Trowa, Wufie and Quatre following him.

"No, I have a better idea. Maxwell would probably enjoy this more than I would," Wufie said, a wicked gleam in his eyes caught the other three's attention.

"What'd you have in mind?" Duo asked, an evil smile playing on his lips already.

~*~

Heero rested against the tree while balancing his weight on a limb. Looking through the leaves of the trees, he took in the beauty of the pearl white moon and diamond like stars. He sighed. He couldn't decide if outer space was more beautiful from the earth's view or colonies. In the colonies, you were so much closer; you almost felt part of it. But from the earth's view, it didn't seem so dark and the stars seemed brighter.

Heero remembered when he was little he would constantly go out on the observatory decks and look out into nothing. He would always wonder how a thin little piece of glass could separate one world from another. He loved space, partly because it was his home and partly because he was like space. Space was cold and empty and so was Heero. But that was until he met her. He was still slightly cold, but he wasn't empty any longer.

He shifted his gaze to Relena's room. He stiffened as the door opened, sending a bright line of light into the darkness. But just as suddenly as the light came, it was gone. Heero adjusted his focus and saw a figure slouching against the door. He was able to make out the slim and curvy figure of a young woman, a woman that he loved. She looked tired.

Quietly, he jumped from the tree limb to the balcony before sliding through the opened door. He stayed in the shadows like always, listening to every sound and watching every movement she made. Heero watched as she reached for a small animal on top of her dresser. It looked to be a small bear. Suddenly, he remembered. That was the bear that he had given Relena for her 16th birthday.

"Heero, where are you?" Relena whispered. Her question caught him off guard. How the heck did she know he was there? His mind was racing whether he should come out or stay hidden. Relena made the choice for him.

"Why hasn't he come back?" she asked into the night air. Heero raised his eyebrows. First she was directing a question at him, and then at what? Heero observed the girl. She was sitting on the floor, her back resting against the door and the bear in her arms. He observed for a couple more minuets before realizing that she was talking to the bear, not him.

"I miss him so much. I have to stop thinking about it, but I can't. He takes up my mind every spare moment of my life. I wish I could stop it, but it grows harder with each passing day. I cried again." She stated as she looked at the bear and rubbed its head.

"I cried for him. It hurts to think about him. It's this painful ache that won't go away and I tried to fill it up with Chris but it won't leave. I miss him so much. I would do anything to have him here, to know he's alive. He doesn't care though, and I wish he would know how much it hurts me when he's not here.

"I once wished that I had never seen or met him because then I wouldn't be hurting so badly. I wouldn't be sleep deprived because he would take up my thoughts. I wouldn't constantly be day dreaming and constantly imagine that he was there in the shadows, ready to protect me.

"And yet, I'm glad that I did meet him. He's what keeps me going, gives me hope and I always wish I could see his blue eyes, just once if I was lucky. I don't know what would have happened to me if he hadn't enter my life." Heero listened in shock. Was he hurting her? He wanted to go over to her and encircle her small waist with his strong arms, telling her how much she meant to him, but his feet were rooted to the floor. He listened to every word that escaped her lips into the night air as she continued.

"Life. He doesn't believe in life, in his own life. But he has so much to give and his still young, like me. We have the rest of our lives to fill up. He doesn't know the value of it. I wish I could make him understand. I just wish there was some way…" her throat swelled, making it hard for her to speak. Tears formed in her eyes and with reluctance, she let them fall.

"Relena, stop crying!" she ordered herself. "He thinks it's weak to cry. I need to be strong. But I'm not strong enough. I never will be. I'm weak even though he doesn't believe it," she stopped talking and sobbed.

Her cry stabbing Heero like sharp knifes. He hated to see her get hurt. He walked over without making a sound. Kneeling next to the girl with her face buried in her arms, he touched her arm lightly.

"Don't cry," he whispered. She looked up quickly. Heero saw the tears that had stained her precious cheeks. Gently, he wiped her face with his fingers.

"Heero?" she breathed out. Her warm breath swept across Heero's hand, making him shiver.

"Relena."

She looked up at him with quizzical eyes. You've had too much work, girl. Stress and caffeine is doing this to you. He's not really here, her mind spoke to her but her heart refused to believe it. Cautiously, she reached up, touching his strong jaw and smooth cheeks. Feeling his warm skin under her fingertips, she whispered, "You're really here, aren't you?"

"Hn" was all he said. He covered his hand with hers, pressing her cool finger tips against his face. He loved her touch, he loved the way she sent shivers down him, and he loved the way in which he felt when she did little things like titling her head. It took all of the control he had inside of him to keep himself from kissing her face, neck, and body, everything.

Water flooded her eyes until one couldn't be dammed any longer and fell down the side of her face, "W…why did…you…leave?"

She didn't care if he saw her crying. She was too confused at his sudden appearance.

His next move surprised her. Leaning closer, sadness filled his eyes. His face kept coming closer and closer till the point where she could feel his hot breath against her face.

Heero leaned in and lightly kissed the big tear, the saltiness stinging his lips. He wiped the remaining trail with his thumb and then proceeded to caress her cheek with his thumb, his hands on either side of her head. Each stroke was gentle and tender. His whispered in his deep voice, "I'm sorry."

The tears kept coming, each one killing him inside, tearing at his heart. Her pleading look made him say the reason. "I…you," he swallowed then repeated the words he had spoken once before, "You deserve someone better…like Chris."

Trying to get the first word out was torture; trying to finish was slow, sheer death. "You deserved something that I would never be able to give you. You're so perfect Relena, I would only stain you and I've hurt you and I'm sorry. I just want you to be happy…" Even if it kills me, he added silently. After realizing everything he said he felt embarrassed and added, " I…should go."

Standing quickly to his feet, he pivoted, and walked to the window in which he had entered. His face was blushing madly. He couldn't hurt her any longer. He had to leave. Go somewhere far away. To an abandon colony or something and relive his life. Let her marry Chris and live a good, happy live. He could die in misery for all he cared, just as long as she was happy. He ignored her cries after him.

"Heero?" she asked weakly in confusion and disbelief. Suddenly she realized he was leaving.

"Heero!" she repeated in an angry voice than anything else. Jumping to her feet, she ran after him.

Grabbing his arm, she whirled him around with strength that surprised him. What surprised him even more was the brutal slap that made his head turn sharply to the side. The force of the blow made his cheek burn as if on fire. It hurt. He reached up to touch his wounded face, feeling the heat pulse through to his fingers. His Prussian blue eyes were wide.

"I deserve someone better? I don't need or want someone better. Heero! I'll I need is you! You are my strength, my hope, and my spirit! I would be nothing without you. How can you say that? I love you Heero and that's all I needed. I wouldn't ask for anything in the world but to know that you loved me too. Chris could give me everything, which is probably true. But he doesn't have my heart, not my whole heart anyway. It belongs to another."

"Relena…" Heero started but he didn't know what else to say. He was too surprised by her sudden angry outburst.

She wanted him to tell her that he loved her too, but she wasn't hearing it. His hanging sentence made her heart fall and she started to tear up again.

He had to keep her from being so sad. "I'm sorry Relena. I never meant to hurt you and I did. I didn't want you to get into any more danger than you are already in. Please forgive me."

Relena stood in front of him, her head bowed and her hand placed against her chest as if calming her wild beating heart. Her golden hair was covering her face, the face that Heero loved to look at. With his strong, callused fingers he brushed the soft strands behind her ear. He heard her sniffle after he had done this.

His touch was calming, yet it made her heart jump a thousand miles. She loved it. She wanted to be closer to him. Slithering her hands around his waist and embraced him, resting her head against his chest.

Her sudden cling onto him and her body pressed against him made his throat go dry. Nevertheless, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer to him. He brought his face down to hers, breathing in the scent of her hair and whispering over and over again, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for hurting you. I'm sorry."

Each time he said it made her cling onto him even more. She never wanted to let go of him. Heero didn't either.

The two held onto the moment, wishing it could last forever. Everything seemed so right with them in each other's arms. Heero relaxed and rested his head on her shoulder. Suddenly, out of now where, music drifted into the room. The sweet cords of a violin and the soft, dreamy notes of two flutes with the gentle tapping of a bongo filled their ears. Without thinking, Heero placed his hands firmly on her waist, bringing his mouth right next to her ear that his lips grazed against them as he whispered, "Let's finish the dance we started long ago." She nodded her head, trying to stop the ticklish feeling his breath had made.

TBC

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