Chapter Seven
"Honey, wake up, we're almost there…" Milliardo said tapping softly on Lucrezia's shoulder who was taking a nap while the shuttle was on route to Mars.
"Ok, ok…I'm awake…" replied Lucrezia sleepily, "Wait a minute, is Heero piloting?" asked Lucrezia surprised.
"Yes. You know I've always considered Heero an excellent pilot…besides, I needed a break too" Miliardo replied shocking Lucrezia.
"I would have never thought I would see the day when Milliardo Peacecraft would actually praise Heero Yuy…" said Lucrezia winding her fiancé up.
"Do you think you're funny?" asked Milliardo pretending to be upset.
"I.know.I'm.funny…" replied Lucrezia obviously having fun.
"I'll show you what real fun is…" Milliardo said starting to tickle his fiancée provoking a fit of laugher.
Suddenly, through the intercom, they heard Heero's monotone voice:
"I don't know whether you two are interested but, we will be touching down in less than two minutes…"
"Damn…" whispered Lucrezia blushing deeply, "the intercom has been on all the time…".
While Milliardo was muttering quite a few swearing words, realising he had been caught praising 'his worst enemy', Lucrezia went to the speaker and said to Heero that they were on their way back to the cabin.
Shortly after landing they went to the section of the base that both Milliardo and Lucrezia were using as their apartment. Then Heero was shown the room where he would spend the night. He only had to stay there one night because the next day he had to try to contact Dr J and let him know about the Preventer's plan.
After a quick dinner, the three of them overviewed for the last time the instructions Lady Une had given to them. Then they decided that it would be better going to bed and get some rest.
Heero went to his room. Since the base was still being constructed, the whole structure was very basic. The room itself was only a small space with barely space enough for a single bed and a wardrobe. That sufficed. Heero had been in much worse places than this one.
He undressed and leaving only his pants on, got his gun and put it under his pillow. He felt that, unless it was there, he would not sleep properly.
Once he was inside the bed and the light was switched off, Heero allowed himself, for the first time in the whole day, the luxury of thinking of Relena.
She looked even more beautiful than he remembered. He was very impressed with the way she had swallowed any pride she had and had gone to speak to him. That was yet another proof that the girl was much better than himself.
Heero felt very tired. In the last two months, ever since Relena had pronounced those three little words, he had been trying to give a name to the feelings that the golden haired girl inspired to him.
The problem was that Heero was not trained for this kind of things. He simply did not have enough data on the subject. He felt impotent not being able to decode these feelings.
He had to get more information. Unfortunately, right now, he did not have the time nor the resources for this task. He had to dedicate all his energy to this new mission. After all, like Relena herself had said, they had to put everything on hold but the mission.
Heero fell asleep feeling a bit better. Missions were good. They gave him the impression that he was still in control. A feeling he had been missing sorely after the war had been over. Everything related to Relena was simply too confusing. Yes. Missions were definitely good for Heero.