A/N: Sorry guys! I have been FOUR days without being able to write!!! Just not had the time for it…now, the weekend is finally here so I hope I will be able to upload at least a couple of chapters…

As usual, thank you very much for your reviews, specially the ones from the most faithful ones…they do help me to push myself to update as often as possible…

Now, back to the fic…

Chapter Eleven

Heero woke up with a huge pain on the back of his head and feeling disoriented. He looked around himself and saw that he was in a small room that looked very much like a cell. Then, slowly, he started remembering everything.

"Relena!" the Japanese man exclaimed loudly only causing himself further pain in his already suffering head.

Heero was getting frustrated with the confusion that clouded his mind. He started doing what his training as a samurai had taught him, he had to put his thoughts in order so he would figure out the best action plan.

Although he didn't know the exact location, he knew that he was in some sort of prison. Heero knew that, if he ever hoped to see Relena again, he had to get away from there as soon as possible.

He started taking a closer look around the room trying to find something he could use to open the only entrance to the room. The door.

Unfortunately there was nothing useful in the room. The so-called bed where he had been lying was nothing more than a rough piece of cloth covering some straw. There were no further elements of furniture.

Then, ignoring the pain and the hunger, he decided to go towards the door to have a look at it. The door was pretty simple, it was held to the wall by two big hinges fixed to the door with a single metallic bar.

'This is handy…it'll be a piece of cake…' Heero thought having already found a way to get out of there. He was about to start pulling the metallic bar when he heard voices coming from the other side of the door. He then heard someone opening the door and Heero stepped back preparing himself to fight his way out.

"Hello…your name is Heero, isn't it?" asked a man that Heero recognised immediately.

"You're Barton, aren't you?" the Japanese man asked lowering his fists temporarily.

"Yes I am..." Trowa replied ignoring the Japanese man's hostility.

"What do you want?" Heero said seeing, for his consternation, that the door was being locked again. He would now have to wait for someone to open it again to let the French man out.

"Well…firstly, I would like to ask you a few questions, then I have something I want to tell you…" Trowa replied settling himself with his back against one of the walls.

"Hn…" was what Heero gave as reply.

"Alright then…tell me a bit about you…" Trowa asked suddenly.

Heero, surprised by the question, looked up at him, the French man was a bit taller than he was and, seeing that Trowa was serious, Heero asked:

"What do you want to know?".

"Well…tell me where are you from, what are you doing here and…what do you want to do with your life…" Trowa replied without any hesitation.

"Why should I tell you?" Heero asked provocatively.

"Because unless you convince me that you are the right one for Relena, you'll lose every hope you have to ever see her again…" Trowa replied this time looking at him directly.

Heero was shocked…but not enough to forget to ask:

"Have you seen her? How is she doing?".

"She's very weak still…malaria is a nasty disease…even if you are lucky enough to have the money to buy the quinine…Milliardo keeps saying she's a fighter and she'll pull through it…I wish I was so confident as well…but, I think that, unless we give her a reason to live…well…you know…" Trowa said not wanting to finish the sentence.

"A reason to live? And what would that be?" Heero asked not fully understanding Trowa's point.

"Right now, Relena doesn't know what's happened…but, she keeps calling your name and you're never there…she woke up briefly the other day and Milliardo told her that you had left to Japan…I wasn't supposed to hear it but I was just behind the door…so, she thinks she's never going to see you again…she's probably thinking she's going to be forced to marry me now she's back to my house…" Trowa said with a very sad tone of voice.

"I see…I don't fancy telling you all about me…for there isn't much to be said. Essentially, I was brought up by my master since I lost both my parents when I was a baby. No one really knows what happened to them. My master raised me to be a samurai like himself…he said that the most honourable thing to do was dying for the Emperor…protecting him…it was the only acceptable way for a samurai to die. Then, just as I had started being independent and having my own tasks assigned, there was a change in the government and suddenly we, the samurai, were not needed anymore, we fought hard, but ultimately, we lost and now an army is guarding the Emperor. My master, before dying, made me promise I would escape from Japan since he felt it would have been dangerous for us samurai to stay there, some army officers didn't like us very much…so I did…I got in the first ship from Nagasaki harbour and it took me to Haiphong. There I met Wu Fei and we decided to work together…My master also made me promise I would live my life guided by my emotions…I think he was wrong…" Heero said finishing his story.

"Why do you say that? I think your master was right…" Trowa said feeling sorry for him, the poor man had been trained all his life for something that was no longer useful...Heero probably felt out of place all the time.

"Look at where my feelings have brought me to…" Heero said bitterly.

"You shouldn't worry about this…it is only temporary…but, tell me, why do you love Relena…that is if you love her, of course…" Trowa asked shocking Heero for the second time in a row.

"I do love her…it is so confusing to me…I don't know why I love her…it's probably because she's not afraid of me like most people are…and she's so much stronger than I am…I've never seen anyone as prepared as she is to do almost everything in order to live her life the way she wants to…yeah…that is probably why I love her…" Heero said surprising himself with his own words.

"That is what I needed to hear…I have a plan…but for that I need you to stay here…you were probably planning to escape, weren't you?" Trowa asked and without waiting for a more than sure confirmation of his theory, the French man added, "Alright then…you need to stay here…I will ensure you get out when it will be the moment…if everything goes according to my plan, you and Relena will be on your way to wherever you want to go…" .

With this, Trowa went to the door and knocked it to call the guards.

"Where are you going now?" Heero said.

"I'm going to give your woman a reason to live…" Trowa answered before leaving the room leaving Heero feeling unusually happy but also nervous. He didn't have any control over the situation and he was not used to the frustrating feeling of impotence.

Sally came out of Relena's room looking exhausted. The girl had been unconscious over four days now and, it didn't seem as though as she was getting any better…

"How's she doing?" asked Trowa seeing the doctor sitting down to take a well deserved break.

"Oh…she's so weak…if only I could do something else…Milliardo has left to get another doctor to see if he can help…" Sally replied not even having the energy to complain about Milliardo's lack of trust.

"Can I go in to see her?" asked Trowa suddenly.

"Sure…but…" Sally said her shocked eyes speaking volumes for her.

"She's going to be my wife…I better take care of her…" Trowa said walking towards the room where Relena was sleeping leaving a started Sally behind.

"What's going on?" Lucrezia asked seeing Sally's astonished look.

"Well, if I hadn't heard it with my own ears, I would have thought I was dreaming…I think that Trowa has finally come to his senses about Relena…I guess he has accepted the order he's been given…" Sally explained.

"That's good…I really think that Trowa is the right man for Relena…but, I do feel sorry for Heero…after all he didn't really kidnap Relena…it was more…" Lucrezia was saying when a voice, coming from behind the two women interrupted her.

"You know the law…Relena is a minor and that man took her away without her guardian's permission…" .

"But Catherine…" started Sally.

"Where's my brother?" asked the read head not wanting to argue about something she obviously thought she was right.

"He's in there, with Relena…" Sally replied.

"Très bien…now, I will go to the kitchen to supervise our dinner…" Catherine said with a smile walking away from the two women.

Meanwhile, inside the room, Trowa sat next to a sleeping Relena. At first he just stared at her. The girl was really beautiful…it wasn't the down to earth beauty of his Midii, it was an almost ethereal one. She looked every bit like an angel.

Trowa definitely could understand why Heero had fallen for her. He would have had it not been because his heart was already taken…

He felt furious…this plan of his had to work, otherwise many people would get really upset and four people would be doomed to live their lives in complete misery.

"Relena...you'll see Heero again… I promise…I will do everything I can to prevent this wedding…I now understand that, no matter how hard we try, there is no way our marriage would work. I cannot be Heero and you cannot be my Midii…we would be forced to forget them and you know as well as I do that this is impossible…I will love Midii all my life and I know now that you will love Heero as well. The same way he loves you…because he does….I'm sure of that…I have a plan, but I need you for it…please wake up soon…".

He realised as he finished that he was grabbing her hand and without thinking twice, bent down to kiss it.

Then, getting up, he walked out of the room resolutely and, ignoring the looks that both Sally and Lucrezia were giving him, went to a place he thought he would never visit again. Midii's house.

The platinum blond girl looked, to say the least, amazed to see him there.

"Mon cher…" Midii managed to say before throwing herself at him bursting in tears.

He hugged her and with one hand started stroking her hair murmuring all the sweet words that only Midii could inspire him. Trowa felt like coming back home after having been away from it for a long time.

"I need your help for something…" Trowa said before going inside the small house where his lover lived.

END OF CHAPTER ELEVEN