Poetry of the Heart

Part 2

A week had past since that day and Heero had started to get suspicious.

'She knows something, I know she knows something; but what? What does she know?'

Heero paced in his room. It was practically 110 degrees out and today was supposed to be the hottest day ever. He hadn't written in his book, his mind was too occupied on other things.

'Relena has been acting strange around me, stranger than usual; and that's scary. So what can it be, what does she know?'

Heero passed by the drawer which contained his heart in it, and turned, unknowingly pushing it shut. A little beeper on his belt went off notifying him that it was shut and the alarm was fully functional. He froze.

'How long had that been like that? Since I hadn't written in it since last week, it had to have been... Oh no...'

First he had been stupid enough to just place it back in the drawer without properly closing it, then he just had to invite Relena into his room, then he left her alone in the room, and then she left without a very good alibi. Heero turned and began to forcefully hit his head against the wall again. She read it, she had to have. That would explain everything. She had to have read everything in there and then placed it back just the way she found it to try and save him his dignity and humiliation.

"Relena!!!" he screamed rushing out of his room, running down the stairs and past all of the surprised faces of his friends. He went up to Relena and grabbed her roughly by the arm. "I need to talk to you, now!"

"Heero, what—" Relena was cut off when Heero had yanked her back towards the stairs.

"Uh, Relena? Do you need any help?" Quatre nervously asked.

"N-No, I'll be fine. Don't worry about me," she answered while being dragged up the stairs.

Heero pushed her into his room and slammed the door shut, locking it.

"Heero? What is this all about?"

"You know damn well what this is about!" He snarled as he turned and glared at her.

"N-No, I don't..."

"Yes you do!" He went over to the drawer and opened it, hearing the alarm go off on his belt. Taking the out book he flung it at Relena. "Do you know what that is?"

Relena barely had time to catch it and alternated looks from it to Heero. "It looks like a composition book."

"Don't be a smart. Of course it's a composition book, but that is not what the question was referring to!"

"I-I don't know what it is..."

"You're lying," he growled.

"Really. But... by the looks of it, the alarm on your belt and the markings on it, it seems like a diary of some sort."

"And what do you suppose is in it?"

"Why are you asking me these questions? And why are you asking them in that tone of voice?!"

"Answer me!"

"Alright! I don't know. Journal entries, thoughts, poems—"

Heero walked up and plucked the book from Relena's hands and slammed her against the wall. "—And what type of poems?"

Now she was scared. "I-I don't know... Um... Just any normal poems that anyone could make up..."

"Quit lying and tell me what you know!"

"Quit hurting me!!"

Heero's eyes widened and he backed up as Relena rubbed one of her shoulders. The anger was completely gone from his eyes as he sat on the bed, staring off into space.

"...Heero?"

Heero started to shake his head subtly, then vigorously and hid his face with his hands. "I-I'm sorry... I... I didn't mean to..."

"Heero, what is going on?"

He looked up at her, "You know very well what is going on. You read it, didn't you?"

"The book?"

"Yes."

"...Yes."

Heero got up and hurled the book to the wall, creating a dent. "The book is nothing."

"Not by the looks of it."

Heero looked over his shoulder at Relena, his gaze penetrating deep into her. She gulped and tried to head for the door, but found that it was locked.

"You can't get out, even if you tried," Heero said barely above a whisper. "That lock takes a special pressure to work it. To you it would be stuck."

"Heero, I want out. If you want, I'll never say a word about what was that book. For all I know, the words could mean something totally different. I just... want to go now," she said quickly and placed her back to the door, definitely very scared.

"If you thought that then you wouldn't have been acting strangely around me," he answered as he walked slowly up to her.

Relena gulped and shut her eyes tight; she had never seen him this serious before. Now she waited for a slap that never came. She opened them slightly to see Heero staring at her.

"Are you scared of me?"

"Wh-why wouldn't I be?"

Heero took a step closer. "After all I have done for you, you are scared of me?"

"It doesn't matter what you did before... what you are doing now is all that matters."

"What if I said the same about you?"

"You aren't like that."

"And how do you know that?"

"From what you did... in the... past..."

"Exactly. So the past does matter."

He was acting too strange now, not like him at all. Relena gulped again but didn't dare to take her eyes off Heero. "So... may I ask what exactly made you write that?"

"You just did."

"Huh?"

"You just asked the question."

"Oh, are you going to answer me?"

Heero stared at her then looked away. "I needed to..."

"What? You needed to? Heero, you don't need to do anything like that unless..."

Blue eyes caught Relena's once more. Her eyes widened as she finally fully realized the meaning of the words. She had only slightly understood them before, but now that she knew the truth, they brought on a completely new meaning.

"No..." Relena whispered as she looked away. "No... it isn't possible..." She turned completely around and, to Heero's utter surprise, unlocked the door.

He slammed it shut before Relena could move and grabbed onto her arms. "Relena, you need to listen to me!"

"No, it isn't possible! You can't possibly feel the same way!"

Heero slapped her across the face just hard enough to stop her from hyperventilating and losing complete control. "Listen to me, Relena..." he hissed softly. "You have to listen to me..."

"I've heard enough," she stated as she glared at Heero. "No wait, I've read enough." She turned again and opened the door only to be stopped by Heero closing it again, turning her around, and pressing his lips firmly to hers.

Relena's eyes widened as she stared at the fall wall. This couldn't be happening. Heero Yuy, the perfect soldier, was kissing her. Heero Yuy, the man she had been chasing after since she was 15 was finally kissing her by his own free will. And all she had to do was read a few poems. It was unreal.

Heero kept his lips on Relena's for probably a few minutes longer than needed. When he finally parted and looked at her, he found her staring blankly off into space. Realizing that throughout his kiss she never once responded, his eyes went cold and emotionless again and he backed away. This movement knocked Relena out of her reverie and she looked at him, still as shocked as before. What she found scared her beyond all reason.

He stared at her with nothing behind his eyes. He had finally opened up, finally done something neither one of them thought would ever happen, and nothing turned out the way it should've. So many poems, so many heart-felt words wasted on a simple, years-old infatuation. He had nothing but respite for her at this moment, at least, that's what he tried to tell himself.

Realizing what she had done, Relena shook her head quickly, as if making the biggest apology of her life in just an instant's time, and launched herself towards Heero. They met fiercely, their lips crashing together with years' worth of pent up lust and want. Relena's hands wrapped around Heero's neck, entangling themselves in Heero's dark-brown hair, holding him close for fear that he might let go of her. And Heero? The respite vanished instantly and his own arms engulfed Relena's tiny waist, pressing her body close to his in the same fear she held towards him. Their breathing started coming in quicker now and realizing what was coming, Heero started to back up towards his bed for any moment now his knees would surely buckle from the electricity going down his spine and flowing to every inch of his body. The kiss deepened when they finally fell onto the mattress, their tongues dancing an exotic tango for what seemed like an eternity.

Heero broke the kiss reluctantly and stared up at Relena, his intense blue eyes flashing with a light Relena thought she would never live to see.

"Relena... I don't want to rush you..."

Relena sat up on the bed, straddling Heero's hips. "Heero, I was just turning 15 when I first saw you. I have chased after you, tracked you down, bugged the hell out of you..." Heero grinned. "And still I'm here, and you haven't killed me yet."

"I could kill you now..."

At this Relena grinned. "Going back to your poetry?"

Heero's grin changed to a devilish one as he pulled her down, his lips barely brushing hers as he spoke. "I'll have to write a new one."

"Will you let me see it?"

Making his eyes catch hers, Heero flipped their bodies over so he was on top. "Depends on how good it is."

Relena grinned and licked her lips. "How good... Tell me something, Yuy. Are these walls sound-proof?"

"You actually want to go through with this? We've only just—"

Relena reached her hand up and shushed him with one finger. "This seals the deal," she stated as her thumb lightly caressed Heero's bottom lip. He closed his eyes and took a staggering breath before opening them again and staring at her with pure want.

"It'll hurt."

"I don't care about that."

"You really sure you want to—"

In reply, Relena pulled him down for a searing kiss.

Heero opened his eyes from his comfortable position on the bed's pillow. "Figures."

"What figures?" Relena asked, stroking one of her hands down Heero's bare arm.

Heero shifted his position to stare down at her. "It just figures that now they fix the air-conditioner."

"It would've been a menace anyway."

"Still..." He kissed her neck and grinned. "The sheets will definitely need washed."

"And why exactly does that bother you?"

"I'm going to be sleeping in this bed tonight."

"Define 'sleeping.'"

Heero grinned down at Relena. "Now who's the poet?"

"I must be spending way too much time around you."

"You say that like it's a bad thing."

"My brother seems to think it is."

"You brother can go screw himself for all I care."

"Touchy. Of course, you do realize that if he objects to this at all then I'll be the one doing the killing."

"I thought you were a pacifist."

Relena brought Heero down for yet another kiss. "So? So I won't kill him, instead I'll leave the rest to you."

"Thank you for your consideration."

"Hmmm... you can thank me later." "What exactly are you proposing, Miss Peacecraft."

"Proposals now? Geeze, Heero, you do move awfully fast."

Heero narrowed his eyes. "I have good reason to."

Relena grinned. "So, think they heard us?"

"More than likely."

Relena rolled her eyes. "Great, I'll never live this down."

"Relena, I have you know that this room is more or less soundproof. The most they heard was muffled and the air-conditioner coming on probably muffled that further. If you would like to test that again then I'll be happy to oblige."

"Would you now?"

Heero grinned. "Shall I prove it to you?"

"I'd be honored to test that with you, Heero."

With that, Heero leaned in and kissed her sweetly.

"I love you, Heero..."

"And I you, Relena."