Secret Passions
Chapter 3.
Dreams Open the door and come in I'm so glad to see you my friend I don't know how long it has been (Wilson Phillips-You're in love)
9:45pm Final ball of the season.
"Heero, oh, Heero, come down from that balcony and dance with me. You've been up there for over an hour and you haven't seen anyone yet." Heero shot Relena a death glare as she talked to him over their headsets. There was no way he was going to compromise her safety to dance. He knew she had some attraction to him, though he doesn't know why. He didn't want to lead her on either. He knew he could never love someone who prances around in a pink dress like that in that way. For that matter, he'd never had feelings for anyone in a dress. Now he loved her as a friend but that's it.
"Come on Heero, I swear there's not assassins. The wars over, we defeated OZ and besides they would have tried something by now." Relena was now walking towards the balcony. "Heero, please, you're being a party po-" Heero cut her off.
"Relena, shut up! Don't look up here, if there are any assassins they know I'm here now. And you just led them to the part of the room I'm in. Now, please, for your own safety I'm telling you to shut up. I think Quatre is here now. Stay with him while I relocate."
"Fine, were is he?" Relena puffed like a 2 year old. "I'm not searching this accursed ball for him so you just tell me." A tick off Relena snapped.
"He's by the front entrance. I see him from here. Now go!" 'Who is that he's with, I thought he was coming with Trowa. Long brown braid, sunglasses on top of his head, red shirt, blue jacket. Totally informal at a formal ball. No, there was no doubt about it. This was Duo Maxwell; the American Quatre was talking about in his letter. Heero scanned the ball for anyone who might be an assassin, but the braided boy kept ensnaring his eyes. 'He's not bad looking; actually, he's quite good looking. I have to stop this. I can't be thinking this. It's not the time or place. There may be peace right now but that doesn't mean there won't be any assassins. Good, she found Quatre. Hopefully they wont do anything while she's with him. Now were am I going to relocate.' He scanned the room and found the perfect spot. He just had to get there with out being seen. Any smart assassin would take him out before they go for Relena. Pistol in hand he mad a dash down the stairs to the main floor. Turned a corner and was out of sight before anyone saw. There he found the staircase to the second floor and went up the to the empty musicians balcony that overlooked the ball. Standing behind the curtains he was virtually invisible to anyone on the first floor.
"Relena, I'm on the musician balcony, I haven't seen any movement or any signs of assassins. Don't look up here. Give Quatre the head set for a minute, I need to speak to him." 'Where's Duo, I don't know all that much about him, he could be an assassin. I'll have to look for him if Quatre doesn't know. Can't take any chances.' He knew in his heart that wasn't the reason, for some reason he felt this urge to find and talk to the boy.
"Alright, if I must." She turns to Quatre and takes off the small headset. "Here, put this on. Mr. Perfect soldier wishes to speak to you."
"You know, he's going to shoot you one day if you don't stop calling him that. He told you if you're going to call him that at least drop the Mr. part." Quatre said to Relena in a rebuking tone. Relena gets a slightly worried look on her face but it vanishes when she sees Dorothy and starts to walk to her. "Alright, Heero, what is it?"
"Where's Trowa? And is that Duo you walked in with?"
"Trowa should be here in a few minutes, he went to get Wufei. And yes that was Duo; you really are watching everything like a hawk. Come to think of it, he disappeared right before 'Lena got here. Probably off to find food." Quatre said, softly chuckling to himself at how Duo could never get enough food.
"No, I can't see him anywhere. So, how do you know him?" Asks a watchful Heero, taking in all the happenings. The ball was mainly a political get together.
"He is the son of an old friend of the family." Quatre was now getting looks from people because he looked like he was talking to him self.
"Well, I don't see him anywhere. Is he the kind to wander off?"
"Well, in the search for food or to flirt. Yes." Quatre started walking towards Relena and Dorothy.
"Quatre, I see him, he's walking towards the stairs to the second floor. Go get him would you. He wants food, show him were it is." 'I'd rather he ate then flirted with girls Maybe I shouldn't have said anything, at least I could have met him at the top of the stairs an we could talk and may-. Don't think like that Heero. You have to pay atten-'
A pounding at the door brought Heero out of his dream of the ball. 'It seemed so real. Like it was happening all over. What time is it?' He looked at the clock. 3:27. 'Who the hell is at the door at 3 a.m.!' "Shut up, I'm coming." He walks over to the door. As soon as he opens the door in come Quatre, Trowa, and Wufei. "What the hell are you doing here? Its past 3- freaking a.m." Heero shot them all death glares.
"Heero calm down. We just came to get you. A friend said he ran into you today. He said you were talking suicidal, and then on the phone you were the same. I didn't want to take any chances." Quatre walks over to the broken frame and picks it up. "Really, Heero, I know your upset, we all are. You need help. We are taking you back to my house if we have to drag you kicking and punching. My helicopter is waiting on the roof. Trowa, Wufei, get him on board, I'll go pack some clothes." Quatre walked into the bedroom and started to pack.
Heero reached behind his back and pulled his gun out and pointed it right at Wufei's head. "I'm not going anywhere!"
"Yes you are" Answered Wufei calmly. "Put the gun down and don't make us force you."
"Heero, listen to him, make it a lot easier. 'Lena wouldn't want you to kill your self or anyone else." Trowa tried to reason with him.
"No" Was Heero's cool answer. He slowly squeezed the trigger. Wufei didn't move. Trowa's eyes were huge.
"Heero, don't do this." Came a slightly frightened voice from the bedroom. Quatre was standing in the doorway; afraid to move least it makes him shoot.
"Don't worry, no one will be hurt by me tonight or any time ever again .EVER." Heero turned the gun to his own head and continued to squeeze the trigger closer and closer to firing. Seconds before he was going to fire the gun, he stopped; the code he was to crack flashed through his mind. One last thing he was to do, and for which he must stay alive for the time being. Not knowing he was not going through with it Wufei moved faster than he's ever moved before and kicked out Heero's feet from under him and Trowa was behind him in a flash and had him in a choke hold. Heero didn't feel like putting up a struggle.
"Alright, I'll go. Let go of me" 'I guess it doesn't matter were I crack them.' Trowa let go of him and Heero walked into his room to pack his clothes himself.
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Dreams Open the door and come in I'm so glad to see you my friend I don't know how long it has been (Wilson Phillips-You're in love)
9:45pm Final ball of the season.
"Heero, oh, Heero, come down from that balcony and dance with me. You've been up there for over an hour and you haven't seen anyone yet." Heero shot Relena a death glare as she talked to him over their headsets. There was no way he was going to compromise her safety to dance. He knew she had some attraction to him, though he doesn't know why. He didn't want to lead her on either. He knew he could never love someone who prances around in a pink dress like that in that way. For that matter, he'd never had feelings for anyone in a dress. Now he loved her as a friend but that's it.
"Come on Heero, I swear there's not assassins. The wars over, we defeated OZ and besides they would have tried something by now." Relena was now walking towards the balcony. "Heero, please, you're being a party po-" Heero cut her off.
"Relena, shut up! Don't look up here, if there are any assassins they know I'm here now. And you just led them to the part of the room I'm in. Now, please, for your own safety I'm telling you to shut up. I think Quatre is here now. Stay with him while I relocate."
"Fine, were is he?" Relena puffed like a 2 year old. "I'm not searching this accursed ball for him so you just tell me." A tick off Relena snapped.
"He's by the front entrance. I see him from here. Now go!" 'Who is that he's with, I thought he was coming with Trowa. Long brown braid, sunglasses on top of his head, red shirt, blue jacket. Totally informal at a formal ball. No, there was no doubt about it. This was Duo Maxwell; the American Quatre was talking about in his letter. Heero scanned the ball for anyone who might be an assassin, but the braided boy kept ensnaring his eyes. 'He's not bad looking; actually, he's quite good looking. I have to stop this. I can't be thinking this. It's not the time or place. There may be peace right now but that doesn't mean there won't be any assassins. Good, she found Quatre. Hopefully they wont do anything while she's with him. Now were am I going to relocate.' He scanned the room and found the perfect spot. He just had to get there with out being seen. Any smart assassin would take him out before they go for Relena. Pistol in hand he mad a dash down the stairs to the main floor. Turned a corner and was out of sight before anyone saw. There he found the staircase to the second floor and went up the to the empty musicians balcony that overlooked the ball. Standing behind the curtains he was virtually invisible to anyone on the first floor.
"Relena, I'm on the musician balcony, I haven't seen any movement or any signs of assassins. Don't look up here. Give Quatre the head set for a minute, I need to speak to him." 'Where's Duo, I don't know all that much about him, he could be an assassin. I'll have to look for him if Quatre doesn't know. Can't take any chances.' He knew in his heart that wasn't the reason, for some reason he felt this urge to find and talk to the boy.
"Alright, if I must." She turns to Quatre and takes off the small headset. "Here, put this on. Mr. Perfect soldier wishes to speak to you."
"You know, he's going to shoot you one day if you don't stop calling him that. He told you if you're going to call him that at least drop the Mr. part." Quatre said to Relena in a rebuking tone. Relena gets a slightly worried look on her face but it vanishes when she sees Dorothy and starts to walk to her. "Alright, Heero, what is it?"
"Where's Trowa? And is that Duo you walked in with?"
"Trowa should be here in a few minutes, he went to get Wufei. And yes that was Duo; you really are watching everything like a hawk. Come to think of it, he disappeared right before 'Lena got here. Probably off to find food." Quatre said, softly chuckling to himself at how Duo could never get enough food.
"No, I can't see him anywhere. So, how do you know him?" Asks a watchful Heero, taking in all the happenings. The ball was mainly a political get together.
"He is the son of an old friend of the family." Quatre was now getting looks from people because he looked like he was talking to him self.
"Well, I don't see him anywhere. Is he the kind to wander off?"
"Well, in the search for food or to flirt. Yes." Quatre started walking towards Relena and Dorothy.
"Quatre, I see him, he's walking towards the stairs to the second floor. Go get him would you. He wants food, show him were it is." 'I'd rather he ate then flirted with girls Maybe I shouldn't have said anything, at least I could have met him at the top of the stairs an we could talk and may-. Don't think like that Heero. You have to pay atten-'
A pounding at the door brought Heero out of his dream of the ball. 'It seemed so real. Like it was happening all over. What time is it?' He looked at the clock. 3:27. 'Who the hell is at the door at 3 a.m.!' "Shut up, I'm coming." He walks over to the door. As soon as he opens the door in come Quatre, Trowa, and Wufei. "What the hell are you doing here? Its past 3- freaking a.m." Heero shot them all death glares.
"Heero calm down. We just came to get you. A friend said he ran into you today. He said you were talking suicidal, and then on the phone you were the same. I didn't want to take any chances." Quatre walks over to the broken frame and picks it up. "Really, Heero, I know your upset, we all are. You need help. We are taking you back to my house if we have to drag you kicking and punching. My helicopter is waiting on the roof. Trowa, Wufei, get him on board, I'll go pack some clothes." Quatre walked into the bedroom and started to pack.
Heero reached behind his back and pulled his gun out and pointed it right at Wufei's head. "I'm not going anywhere!"
"Yes you are" Answered Wufei calmly. "Put the gun down and don't make us force you."
"Heero, listen to him, make it a lot easier. 'Lena wouldn't want you to kill your self or anyone else." Trowa tried to reason with him.
"No" Was Heero's cool answer. He slowly squeezed the trigger. Wufei didn't move. Trowa's eyes were huge.
"Heero, don't do this." Came a slightly frightened voice from the bedroom. Quatre was standing in the doorway; afraid to move least it makes him shoot.
"Don't worry, no one will be hurt by me tonight or any time ever again .EVER." Heero turned the gun to his own head and continued to squeeze the trigger closer and closer to firing. Seconds before he was going to fire the gun, he stopped; the code he was to crack flashed through his mind. One last thing he was to do, and for which he must stay alive for the time being. Not knowing he was not going through with it Wufei moved faster than he's ever moved before and kicked out Heero's feet from under him and Trowa was behind him in a flash and had him in a choke hold. Heero didn't feel like putting up a struggle.
"Alright, I'll go. Let go of me" 'I guess it doesn't matter were I crack them.' Trowa let go of him and Heero walked into his room to pack his clothes himself.
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