Warnings: 5xR, yaoi (1x2), angst, after EW.
(from the personal journal of Relena Peacecraft Dorlian)
August 29, AC 202
Noin called today with the strangest questions. At first I didn't understand what she was talking about, though I was glad to hear from her; Mars is far enough away that communications between there and Earth really aren't all that reliable.
It turned out that she wanted to know whether there was any history of hereditary diseases in the Peacecraft dynasty that I might know about. The question itself was a bit strange, and my mind went blank when it tried to think of a reason why she might interested in my family's medical history. She explained that she wanted to know whether Zechs – Milliardo, that is – is driving her nuts because he's messed up in his head or if he's really just doing it on purpose. I think she was hoping for the later, because that way she would have an excuse to pound him. Who knows.
"Well, you know how it is with royal families," she told me when I asked her why she might be suspicious of Zechs' mental health in the first place, "they all seem to suffer from at least one hereditary disease from too much inbreeding. Especially the European ones."
I told her that no, the Peacecrafts didn't have any record of suffering from chronic, gene linked madness. She said that that was a relief, and then we talked about other things for a few minutes until the connection deteriorated enough that it wasn't worth it to keep it up. I said goodbye, and hung up.
I didn't tell her about the other thing.
(Wufei: AC 207)
Do you ever get a feeling like you've never had any control over your life? Three years ago and I was content – I had a job I enjoyed, Duo had finally gotten off my case about dating, and even if I was not truly happy with my life, I would not have said I was unhappy.
Three months ago this all disappeared. Now I wander, drifting from one thing to another, unable to stay in one place, to settle down. I think I'm looking for something, though I would be unable to answer if questioned about what I am searching for.
Yesterday, I finally came to a decision, and went to see Lady Une. I quit the Preventers, somehow the job that at one time had been the center of my world, no longer seemed important. I found myself unable to concentrate... my thoughts kept on wandering...
(from the personal journal of Relena Peacecraft Dorlian)
June 27, AC 200
It actually started when I was ten, but it wasn't until I was thirteen that we – my family, that is – really noticed anything. At first it was an occasional stumble interrupting otherwise graceful movements or a miscalculated grab for an object. A misplaced foot caused me to pitch forward down a flight of stairs when I was thirteen, and though I was not seriously injured, it was then that my mother insisted that I see a doctor.
I was diagnosed soon afterwards, much to the confusion of the doctor, might I add – neither my maternal nor my paternal ancestors had shown any history of the disease, and, even though it was possible for it to appear as a result of a simple gene mutation, this rarely occurred in females. I can't remember why now, but he did say something about one X dominating the other. It was all rather confusing.
As for how I came to inherit the disease, well... What the good doctor didn't know was that my family actually did have a history of it, however it was my real family, not my adoptive one. And since no one, other than my adopted parents, was supposed to know my "true identity," it wasn't surprising that the doctor was ignorant of the fact.
So, that was how it happened. Thirteen, on top of the world, peak of puberty, rich chick with everything she could possibly want... and then she finds out that she's slowly dying, probably won't live to see twenty, and there's nothing to be done about it.