Once Upon The Night Of Death
By: Moonlit Love
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing but I own (most) of this story line.
Chapter Three: I Don't Want To Say Good-bye
Part Two
The girls were gone by the end of the day. It was time to return to their normal
lives, lives without the love they had found. None of them thought they could last in the
cold, barren life of having felt love and lost love.
Relena was to go to work tomorrow, many believed her story but a chosen few.
Hilde was going to take a few more days off before developing some film and putting
them into her small store. Catherine went back to the circus: her aim much better, but
her heart much heavier.
~Relena~
She had been living her life without him for about a month now. Everything was
so bleak, everything was so dull and boring. She felt empty, she felt lonely, and yet she
had to do her job as if the last month had never occurred. The topping was eight beautiful
stacks of paperwork for her to do, and the piles never seemed to shrink.
'Sometimes I really wish I never took this job. I guess I felt obliged to after
Daddy died, and then I just seemed to like it. But now I wish I could do anything but this,
maybe I could have stayed with Heero,' Relena thought.
A multitude of melancholy thoughts danced through her head. She remembered
everything of her time with Heero. It was one of the few times she was free to spend time
with friends. Now she was back in her real life, the life she wished not to have.
~Hilde~
She stood in her dark room, dipping photo-paper, (I have no idea what they are
called, but if you do feel free to tell me.), into the liquid below. She pressed it down in
the liquid before picking it out when the photo emerged. She looked at it before hanging
it up to dry. She did a few more things before she exited the room.
Hilde went into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of grape wine. She swirled
the contents around before taking a delicate sip of the malted beverage. She slowly set
the glass down. She ran her finger around the edges of the glass and let her mind drift to
just a few days ago.
Just a few days ago she wasn't experiencing the sadness of being alone, or the
regret of not speaking her mind. Just a few days ago she had Duo. Now she had her old
life back, but this time she knew what love was.
~Catherine~
The crowd burst into applause as she hit her target right on the mark. Confetti,
steamers, and glitter flew everywhere. (A target had been erected at the top of the tent. If
the thrower had a good arm and aim, they could try to go for it and send a storm of prizes
down onto the audiences.) A few T-shirts, tickets redeemable for prizes, and stuffed
animals came rained down on the crowd.
People threw flowers and costume jewelry onto the skilled knife thrower. She
raised her arm above her head in triumph, a smile brightening her features. The
ring-master went over to Catherine and placed a gold knife in her hand. "To our
champion sword thrower!" he shouted.
The crowd roared its approval. She bowed and made a graceful exit. She headed
into the back. She went into her dressing room and kicked off her sequined high heels.
She leaned back in her brown leather chair and sighed. She shook her head and
tried to ease the tension out of her body. 'Why am I so tense? I have been like this ever
since I le...' she began to think, but stopped as she realized why.
It was just like the other girls' reasons. They were missing the love of their lives.
She was lonely, even though she was surrounded by friends and the a full house. She
wanted to go back in time. She didn't care if she was terrible at her trade. If it was the
cost to spend the rest of her life in eternal happiness, she would give it up.
All she wanted was to feel Trowa's arms wrap around her in a loving embrace.
She was cold. She had to get out of there. But where could she go? She was not allowed
to revisit Trowa. So where could she go so she was no longer lonely?
~Relena~
It was late and Relena desperately wanted to return home. She placed an eight of
the pile into her briefcase and secured it shut. She went to the door, turned off the lights,
and headed for her car. She got into her arctic silver Pontiac Grand Am and left the
government complex.
She was thinking all the way home; thinking about what had changed her life so,
why her life had changed, and finally she thought about Heero. She wasn't quite sure
when she got into her house, but she seated at her desk and filling out a few
questionnaires before she realized where she was.
'I have to stop thinking about him. He is gone, out of my life for good. This is
now, now without him,' Relena thought.
She worked until three in the morning, when she decided to call it a day and get
some sleep before her seven o'clock press conference on her vacation. She put on her
nightgown and slipped between the cool covers of her bed. She pressed her left cheek
into her cool pillow.
She was overcome by sleep. She dreamt about her press conference, and suddenly
the ringing of a phone seemed to persistently buzz through her speech. She looked
around for the culprit, but realized it was her own. She motioned to the crowds she
would be a moment, then she answered her phone. "Miss Relena, time to get up. You
are going to be late for your conference if you do not hurry."
Relena's eyelids shot open. It took her a moment to realize where she was. She
turned her head to see her alarm clock staring at her in red letters. 6:30 it read. This got
her moving.
She shot up and then raced around her room getting her things organized. She
took a brief shower and was ready by the time the clock read 6:59. "Pagan is waiting in
the car. Hurry Miss Relena, you shall not want to be late!"
Relena nodded to her maid and then darted out the door. She arrived five minutes
late, but no one cared. She straightened her suit & hair and then calmly walked out onto
the stage to accept the questions. After two hours, the press was finally beginning to run
out of questions to ask. Half an hour later, they were done.
Relena diplomatically turned to leave the stage. She stopped for a millisecond as
she saw a head of messy brown hair leave the building before anyone else. She smiled
before continuing on. They would find a way back into each others lives once again.
~Hilde~
She nervously licked her lips as she slipped a bulging manila envelop into the blue
postal box. Inside the envelop was her portfolio, resume, and application for a job as
photographer at the local _A.C. Daily Update_ newspaper printer. She was rather excited
and hoped she would get the job.
Hilde turned to go home, a vision of a brown braid catching her eye. She turned,
and saw nothing more. But a gut feeling told her who it was. It was Duo.
~Catherine~
She had been throwing the idea back and forth in her head. She wasn't sure if she
could handle circus life anymore. She wanted out, she wanted to be able to take a break
and sort out her muddled mind. Tonight would be the deciding night. She wouldn't
mention it to anyone until she was sure.
She threw on a dazzling smile as she heard her name being called. That night she
did her best performance ever. She astonished the crowds with her accuracy and speed.
She even had planned out a little skit for her to do. The crowds gave her a standing
ovation at the end of her piece.
"Shall I go for the target?" Catherine asked as she pointed her arm up at the black
and white circle.
The crowd thundered its approval. She pulled back her arm and flung the knife at
the target. The knife pierced the center of the target and confetti, streamers, and glitter
rained down on the crowds. The prizes floated down. She was awarded yet another
golden knife.
She scanned the crowds as she held her knife high. Her eyes stopped as she saw a
half-masked man sitting quietly. His hair was brushed forward and his eyes were blue.
She gasped as she recognized him. 'Trowa,' she whispered to herself.
She exited the ring and went straight to her room. She knew it would be useless
to try and find him, so she merely thought about him. His appearance was all she needed.
She was going to stay.
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Sorry this is so short. Our history teacher gave us a ton of home-work. I still have a lot
of home-work, but it should clear in about a week. Then I will have finals and summer,
so count on more during the summer. The vote has decided to have Survivor as the next
story for me.
How was it? Good? Bad? Please review.
Thank you,
~~*Moonlit*~~
~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~
By: Moonlit Love
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing but I own (most) of this story line.
Chapter Three: I Don't Want To Say Good-bye
Part Two
The girls were gone by the end of the day. It was time to return to their normal
lives, lives without the love they had found. None of them thought they could last in the
cold, barren life of having felt love and lost love.
Relena was to go to work tomorrow, many believed her story but a chosen few.
Hilde was going to take a few more days off before developing some film and putting
them into her small store. Catherine went back to the circus: her aim much better, but
her heart much heavier.
~Relena~
She had been living her life without him for about a month now. Everything was
so bleak, everything was so dull and boring. She felt empty, she felt lonely, and yet she
had to do her job as if the last month had never occurred. The topping was eight beautiful
stacks of paperwork for her to do, and the piles never seemed to shrink.
'Sometimes I really wish I never took this job. I guess I felt obliged to after
Daddy died, and then I just seemed to like it. But now I wish I could do anything but this,
maybe I could have stayed with Heero,' Relena thought.
A multitude of melancholy thoughts danced through her head. She remembered
everything of her time with Heero. It was one of the few times she was free to spend time
with friends. Now she was back in her real life, the life she wished not to have.
~Hilde~
She stood in her dark room, dipping photo-paper, (I have no idea what they are
called, but if you do feel free to tell me.), into the liquid below. She pressed it down in
the liquid before picking it out when the photo emerged. She looked at it before hanging
it up to dry. She did a few more things before she exited the room.
Hilde went into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of grape wine. She swirled
the contents around before taking a delicate sip of the malted beverage. She slowly set
the glass down. She ran her finger around the edges of the glass and let her mind drift to
just a few days ago.
Just a few days ago she wasn't experiencing the sadness of being alone, or the
regret of not speaking her mind. Just a few days ago she had Duo. Now she had her old
life back, but this time she knew what love was.
~Catherine~
The crowd burst into applause as she hit her target right on the mark. Confetti,
steamers, and glitter flew everywhere. (A target had been erected at the top of the tent. If
the thrower had a good arm and aim, they could try to go for it and send a storm of prizes
down onto the audiences.) A few T-shirts, tickets redeemable for prizes, and stuffed
animals came rained down on the crowd.
People threw flowers and costume jewelry onto the skilled knife thrower. She
raised her arm above her head in triumph, a smile brightening her features. The
ring-master went over to Catherine and placed a gold knife in her hand. "To our
champion sword thrower!" he shouted.
The crowd roared its approval. She bowed and made a graceful exit. She headed
into the back. She went into her dressing room and kicked off her sequined high heels.
She leaned back in her brown leather chair and sighed. She shook her head and
tried to ease the tension out of her body. 'Why am I so tense? I have been like this ever
since I le...' she began to think, but stopped as she realized why.
It was just like the other girls' reasons. They were missing the love of their lives.
She was lonely, even though she was surrounded by friends and the a full house. She
wanted to go back in time. She didn't care if she was terrible at her trade. If it was the
cost to spend the rest of her life in eternal happiness, she would give it up.
All she wanted was to feel Trowa's arms wrap around her in a loving embrace.
She was cold. She had to get out of there. But where could she go? She was not allowed
to revisit Trowa. So where could she go so she was no longer lonely?
~Relena~
It was late and Relena desperately wanted to return home. She placed an eight of
the pile into her briefcase and secured it shut. She went to the door, turned off the lights,
and headed for her car. She got into her arctic silver Pontiac Grand Am and left the
government complex.
She was thinking all the way home; thinking about what had changed her life so,
why her life had changed, and finally she thought about Heero. She wasn't quite sure
when she got into her house, but she seated at her desk and filling out a few
questionnaires before she realized where she was.
'I have to stop thinking about him. He is gone, out of my life for good. This is
now, now without him,' Relena thought.
She worked until three in the morning, when she decided to call it a day and get
some sleep before her seven o'clock press conference on her vacation. She put on her
nightgown and slipped between the cool covers of her bed. She pressed her left cheek
into her cool pillow.
She was overcome by sleep. She dreamt about her press conference, and suddenly
the ringing of a phone seemed to persistently buzz through her speech. She looked
around for the culprit, but realized it was her own. She motioned to the crowds she
would be a moment, then she answered her phone. "Miss Relena, time to get up. You
are going to be late for your conference if you do not hurry."
Relena's eyelids shot open. It took her a moment to realize where she was. She
turned her head to see her alarm clock staring at her in red letters. 6:30 it read. This got
her moving.
She shot up and then raced around her room getting her things organized. She
took a brief shower and was ready by the time the clock read 6:59. "Pagan is waiting in
the car. Hurry Miss Relena, you shall not want to be late!"
Relena nodded to her maid and then darted out the door. She arrived five minutes
late, but no one cared. She straightened her suit & hair and then calmly walked out onto
the stage to accept the questions. After two hours, the press was finally beginning to run
out of questions to ask. Half an hour later, they were done.
Relena diplomatically turned to leave the stage. She stopped for a millisecond as
she saw a head of messy brown hair leave the building before anyone else. She smiled
before continuing on. They would find a way back into each others lives once again.
~Hilde~
She nervously licked her lips as she slipped a bulging manila envelop into the blue
postal box. Inside the envelop was her portfolio, resume, and application for a job as
photographer at the local _A.C. Daily Update_ newspaper printer. She was rather excited
and hoped she would get the job.
Hilde turned to go home, a vision of a brown braid catching her eye. She turned,
and saw nothing more. But a gut feeling told her who it was. It was Duo.
~Catherine~
She had been throwing the idea back and forth in her head. She wasn't sure if she
could handle circus life anymore. She wanted out, she wanted to be able to take a break
and sort out her muddled mind. Tonight would be the deciding night. She wouldn't
mention it to anyone until she was sure.
She threw on a dazzling smile as she heard her name being called. That night she
did her best performance ever. She astonished the crowds with her accuracy and speed.
She even had planned out a little skit for her to do. The crowds gave her a standing
ovation at the end of her piece.
"Shall I go for the target?" Catherine asked as she pointed her arm up at the black
and white circle.
The crowd thundered its approval. She pulled back her arm and flung the knife at
the target. The knife pierced the center of the target and confetti, streamers, and glitter
rained down on the crowds. The prizes floated down. She was awarded yet another
golden knife.
She scanned the crowds as she held her knife high. Her eyes stopped as she saw a
half-masked man sitting quietly. His hair was brushed forward and his eyes were blue.
She gasped as she recognized him. 'Trowa,' she whispered to herself.
She exited the ring and went straight to her room. She knew it would be useless
to try and find him, so she merely thought about him. His appearance was all she needed.
She was going to stay.
~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~
Sorry this is so short. Our history teacher gave us a ton of home-work. I still have a lot
of home-work, but it should clear in about a week. Then I will have finals and summer,
so count on more during the summer. The vote has decided to have Survivor as the next
story for me.
How was it? Good? Bad? Please review.
Thank you,
~~*Moonlit*~~
~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~