A/N: Sorry this is so short, I wanted it to be longer but it wouldn't round up in a good way, I gonna try to make the next two installments longer, just remember the more feedback I get the faster I'll post.  This is my first Fic, and just to let you know, at present I'm aiming for a three chapter "Trilogy". Thanks.

Credits and Disclaimers - Some parts of this story were inspired by poetry collected from classic literature, while I was writing I found a piece by Cummings that struck a cord and I decided to slip it in as my primary inspiration. I don't own our bishounen GW pilots, or anything else so, please, read and enjoy, content in the knowledge that I am not a thief.

Somewhere I have never traveled, gladly

beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence:

In your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,

Or which I cannot touch because they are too near.

Your slightest look easily will unclose me

Though I have closed myself as fingers,

You open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens

(Touching skillfully, mysteriously) her first rose.

Or if your wish be to close me, I and

My life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,

As when the heart of this flower imagines

The snow carefully everywhere descending;

Nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals

The power of your intense fragility: whose texture

Compels me with the colour of its countries,

Rendering death and forever with each breathing,

(I do not know what it is about you that closes

And opens; only something in me understands

The voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)

Nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands.

Somewhere - by E.E. Cummings

"Naishin Juubun Gunsotsu"

The Innermost thoughts (of a) Perfect Soldier

Prologue - The Look in Your Eyes

"Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heaped for the beloved's bed; And so thy thoughts,

when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on."

PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY - "Music When Soft Voices Die," 1824

            **I have seen the world over, traveling a great distance, and surviving horrendous pains and injustice, escaping dangers the like of which the world and colonies, with all their combined resources may never understand.  And yet I have been held captive for the past eighteen months, by a weapon as meager as the heartrending silence behind your jewel like gaze.  You may laugh and talk, and swear from the comfort of your facade, living a masqueraded existence of a joker or fool, proclaiming "Real men never scream out loud." But that doesn't stop the pleading and sorrowful silence from flooding your eyes, even as laughter escapes your lips.  Our friends find your nature comforting, while I worry, what will happen when that mask your wear slips and cracks? I hear you sob in your sleep, whispering the names of your friends from the street, the nun, and that old Priest; I listen and my heart weeps, though I cannot bring myself to comfort and hold, that simple touch is denied to me, because you are to near.  That closeness I nurture yet curse, binds me to your side, though it forbids me from clearing the tears from your amethyst eyes . . . **

            As Princess Relena's personal bodyguard and escort, Heero had top security clearance though his own background was shrouded in mystery, when asked the response "classified information" rolled easily from the lips of his colleagues. As the subject of social and political curiosity, when he had submitted his short story 'Eyes of a Soldier' to Time Life magazine they had snapped it up, and offered him a permanent position on their writing staff.

            Staring at the email, fellow Time Life writer, and only other Japanese staff member Kiyoshi Yakumoto had sent him, Heero wished with a pained thought that he had never accepted the magazines offer. A brisk knock on his open door had him glancing up, not at all shocked by the silent approach when he spotted his former partner playing with the end of his braid.

            Using two fingers Duo flipped a silver embossed deep blue envelope onto his desk, before releasing his braid and crossing his arms to lounge against the door frame patiently and in surprising silence waiting for his response. As Heero opened the envelope and began to read, the braided ex-pilot smiled and violet eyes began to sparkle before he spoke into the silence, "Zech's says that Relena can do without you for a few weeks vacation, given the circumstances."