Cruel Affection
Chapter Two
A/N- flashabacks in italics, and please excuse my incessant misuse of the lovely punctuation marks called comma and hyphen. Thanx a billion for reading! Enjoy!
Zechs thought, head in hands. As he sat silently, he contemplated over what had happened the last days. He sighed, a steady fear rising in his strong body. Had this all happened in one instant or was there possibly more to the story? Relena's half-hearted excuses of late, had left him with an empty, unsure feeling. He wasn't convinced of anything lately, what with all that had happened, even his trust in once beloved friends was steadily decreasing with every day -- what was he going to do?
A soft rapping upon the door alerted the eldest Peaceraft to the presence of another being in the room. He glimpsed up enough to see platinum black hair enter the room after waiting for some sort of reply that never came.
"Zechs?" Noin asked, a worried expression radiating some sort of unidentifiable confidence upon him. She looked tired and concerned, but somehow her being there was like a beacon of hope -- a steady light to help him. He looked up into her deep eyes as an acknowledging of her presence.
"She's woken up. The doctors tried to give her another sedative, but it's not working -- her body rips through whatever dosage we give her. I don't know what to do."
Milliardo sighed again; this time his hands moving to his temples to firmly massage them. What else was there left to do? He had put off this day with tranquilizers and promises, but it had crept up on him slowly. He had wondered how long it would take her to resist the medication; maybe he had underestimated the power of love.
"I'll be in to see her in a minute."
Lucrezia bent her legs so that she was at the same height as the sitting figure she called her dearest friend. "If you want me to come in, too, I will." She started quietly, a troubled look in her dark eyes, "You're not alone, you know, I'm here for you."
He looked at her tired features, his own uneasy orbs of blue scanning his companion's face, "No, I should tell her myself." He said, smiling weakly -- she didn't have to be here or do this; she could be doing whatever she pleased. But for some reason, or rather sheer dedication, she had stayed with him all this time, abandoning her own needs, and solely concentrating on him.
"Alright." Said Noin, a sympathetic smile finally brightening her fair face. She stepped out of the dark room, her indigo eyes snatching a last glance in the direction of her love. If only this hadn't happened - I hate to see him suffer.
Zechs let out a deep breath, eyes roaming to the door that he would need to exit by to see Relena. A new confidence stirred within him, though, and he stood stoically, realizing that he had to - no matter what. He had to let her know the truth.
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"You should go to bed." He suggested, though his tone was anything but accommodating. Bold brown hair stuck up in the most irritating way, and his Prussian eyes gazed listlessly in her direction. Today had been one of her good days - one full of tranquility and happiness. This was one of the days that the entire Earth Sphere thought was the regularly prefect life for their queen of peace, that was everyone but Heero.
He knew the real princess -- how she really was. It didn't take a genius to discover what Relena's life was really like, however it did take a mastermind to cover up all that truly went on.
"Okay." She said, hushed footsteps walked to the door and then silently closed it behind them. Heero looked up, hoping that she had done as he requested, and then maybe tomorrow would be just as good as today -- a day he had actually enjoyed on some level.
A sharp cry issued from the adjacent room -- Relena's room. His soldier's sense kicking into gear, Heero rushed into the room unchallenged, eyes searching the near vacant space for any sign of foreign assailant. Only, there was none.
The blonde woman stood, tears streaming down her lovely face. Yuy looked into the azure eyes, confusion in his own, "What happened?" he muttered.
But no answer came from the young woman's lips -- an onslaught of tears followed, though, face mutilated with malevolent drops of morality. She fell against the bed, arms wrapping around her body in need of support.
Heero looked at her suspiciously, was she faking? He sat down on the bed next to her, his usual indifferent heart feeling an uncertain sense of empathy. He chanced a hand on her shoulder, just a small gesture that took so much debating in his mind that he eventually gave way to letting her rest her cheek against his broad chest.
She sat like that for some time -- her essence torn to shreds in the demanding society of life she called her home. But she wouldn't let go; she clung to his strong body, her only firm stance in the perilous world that caused her mind so much pain.
Finally Relena seemed to doze, her limbs drooping in surrender to the necessity for sleep. He watched her for a few seconds before placing her petite body under a mass of blankets and walking to the door. Just before he left he risked a glance in her direction, a puzzled expression making its way onto his face. What was truly wrong with her?