The Story of Our Love

Part 3: First Date

Relena sat looking at her watch. Delegate Watson was talking about something she was not particularly interested in. Sighing, she sat back and pretended to be paying attention. Relena glanced out the window. Her tightly pulled hair looked as if it was straining to be released. Delegate Watson recognized that look and gathered her things.

"Well, look at the time, Miss Darlian! I guess I'll be going now. It was nice eating with you." She rushed out the door, not giving Relena a chance to say goodbye. Relena sighed and paid. She then went to the parking lot. Fumbling with her car keys, a masked man came up behind her.

"Put the keys on the ground and slowly turn around, lady," the voice said. Relena sighed and turned around. The man's eyes softened as they realized who she was.

"Hey, you're that uptight chick on the television." His hands faltered for just a moment. Relena took advantage of this and grabbed his arm. She spun around, in the process, breaking his arm and laying him out on the ground. He yelped in pain. "You are MEAN!" he screamed. Relena kicked him. Security guards, fat security guards, came running. Relena crossed her arms and stood with her legs shoulder width apart.

"Are you all right, Vice Foreign Minister Darlian?" the security guard asked. Relena looked down and saw the man who had attacked her reeling in utter pain. To add insult to injury, she stepped on his hand of the broken arm. She pushed until she heard the satisfying crack of the bones in his hand.

"Well, I think that I'm okay, but the one who attacked me is a different story. I'm leaving. Get him to the hospital before I am compelled to break his other arm." Relena picked up her car keys and walked off.

Later that day...

Heero watched as Relena once again walked smack dab into him. This time, Relena went down. Heero stood triumphantly over her as she looked up at him. She seemed to be waiting for something. Finally, she sighed in annoyance.

"Are you not going to help me up?" Relena asked, trying her best not to curse. Heero raised his eyebrows at the most powerful person in the world. Relena was about to go crazy trying not to curse. Heero stood looking at the fallen woman.

"No," he simply said. Relena looked appalled by his answer.

"I could have you fired for just looking at me funny, Mr. Yuy. I demand that you respect me and help me up," Relena retorted, biting her tongue.

"Respect is given from which it is received, Miss Darlian," Heero said. Relena's frown softened for only a moment. Relena looked at him. What he said was true and she had a flashback of her knocking him down. Relena got up and dusted herself off roughly. They stared at each other for a moment. Relena brushed past him as she walked past him.

Around six that night, Relena packed up. Stuffing her folders in her briefcase, a knock came at her door. Relena turned as Heero walked in. Frowning, she looked at him indifferently.

"What do you want? I'm getting ready to leave," Relena said, trying to not say what she really wanted to, again. Heero just walked up to her and got in her face. He looked her over.

"You never wear your hair down. Why?" he asked. Relena looked steadily at him for a moment as he fingered a loose strand. Relena sucked in a breath, inhaling his scent.

"You're playing with fire, Mr. Yuy," Relena whispered a little more seductively than she would've liked to. Heero smirked and fingered her lips.

"I like it hot," he whispered, just before kissing her with all the passion in the world. Relena allowed herself to revert back into young, lively Relena. She wrapped her arms around his neck. Heero turned and picked her up. He sat her softly on the desk.

"Wait. What the fuck am I doing?" Relena said. She pushed him back for a moment. Then Heero went back to his former position. Heero shrugged as he unbuttoned her silk blouse.

"You run this world. Who gives a shit?" Heero said. Relena looked at him. Shrugging, she pulled him down with her.

That night, Relena slammed the door to her home. There was not a sound except the clanking of her stilettos on the floor. Trying to rethink what she just did, Relena poured a glass of Jack Daniels, and brought the bottle to her lips. She started chugging like there was no tomorrow. She walked to her room, bottle in hand, and closed the door.

The next morning, Zechs walked in Relena's condo. He saw a glass of Jack Daniels and looked around for his sister. She was nowhere to be found. The smell of alcohol as so strong, Zechs was getting woozy just standing there. He walked to Relena's room and saw a single hand poking out from the covers.

"Relena?" He walked up to the hand. Relena was under her covers, on the floor, and moaning. Her hair was amazingly still in the tight bun it was always in. The mass of arms, legs, and covers moved. Relena opened her eyes to look at her brother.

"Milliardo... I have a bad headache." She sat up. Her dress shirt was wrinkled. Her eyes drooped. She'd never been that drunk in all her life. The effects of Jack Daniels had taken its toll on the mighty politician.

Relena stood shakily. After wobbling for a moment, she looked at her brother, who knew what coming next. Relena dashed as quickly as her legs would carry her to the bathroom. Zechs heard the familiar sounds of gagging. He smirked and went to his sister.

"What time is it, Milliardo?" she said, furiously brushing her teeth. Zechs leaned against the threshold of the door. Relena eyed him in the mirror. "Well?" she said.

"It's exactly one hour until that press conference you have today along with Lady Une. You have exactly 59 minutes to get dressed and get sober and get to the building. Why did you just get drunk like that anyway?" Zechs asked. Relena shrugged and shoved him out of her room.

"Kiss my ass, Milliardo. I'll be there in 20 minutes," Relena said as she closed the door to her condo.

AN: Well, it got a little steamy in Relena's office, didn't it? We watched the master work. How will this effect Relena? Wait and see.