Chapter Four
Waiting outside the large office, I shifted in my seat. This wait was becoming quite uncomfortable – obviously people like to try and see if they can make me suffer. Don't get me wrong – I feel pain, just dulled – and it's a rare occasion if I let the bastard who inflicted it get the best of me. These times are the best for laughing – then people really think that you're insane. Like I care.
After suppressing the craving to chuckle in my own malicious way, the secretary's telephone rang. The redhead looked annoyed that her boss was interrupting her third latte, but she picked up the telephone and sighed.
"Yes, Mr. Peacecraft. I'll let him in. No, I haven't had enough caffeine. That was a joke? You're a regular riot, Mr. P," she said, her jovial tone contrasting with the scowl that had a strange similarity to my own. With a flick of her hair, she went back to whatever work she had been doing.
I'm not usually one to intrude – but why hadn't she told me I could go in yet? I watched her for another five minutes, but there was still no reaction from her. Was I supposed to just go in? This was driving me mad.
"You can go in now." She said. Finally.
I walked to the door to find that it was locked. Maybe the world is full of coincidences – or maybe someone's just out to get me. I think the second theory is much more probable.
"Oh, yeah, here." She handed me the keys and went back to her work. Don't people in this office know anything? Was not my distressed look making them want to help me? I'll admit that my 'distressed-look' often includes squinted eyes, a straight jaw, and my regular scowl – but it was the closest thing I could come to helplessness. Evidently people don't know how to read body language.
I put the key inside the lock, turned, and then pushed the door open, only to find that…the door wouldn't open. This was making me frustrated. Very frustrated. When I get frustrated, I get volatile. You don't want to see me volatile.
So, instead of taking the rational way out, I took my gun out. Filling the door's lock with about five slugs, I felt much more satisfied – and the door opened for me. Who says violence doesn't solve problems?
"Hello, Yuy." Said the person from inside of the room, which was only recognizable as Zechs'. People have this obsession with my last name – I know that its nice and all, but I like my first name better – and, well, its not really mine.
"Hello." I said upon finally entering the room. There was Zechs, wearing his usual unsightly uniform and fiddling with a small paperweight. I also observed Noin, looking distraught and rather down. I wondered what had been going on.
"You are not suitable enough to date my sister."
He didn't even wait for me to close the door, which was looking rather mangled at the moment. I noticed that nosy secretary peeking up from her magazine and into the room. I should probably have told Ambassador Peacecraft that his secretary happened to work for the International Enquirer – but since he was being mean, I decided I would tell him once all his state secrets are out. God was I ticked.
And what right did he have to say that I couldn't date Relena? And what input did he have in her life, anyway? He was just the dense half-brother. And who said I wanted to date Relena in the first place? Not me – not out loud at least.
"It took you a whole seven minutes to use physical force," he said. I truly couldn't tell if he was being serious or sarcastic. Note to self – kill Zechs Merquise after I've married his sister (I need someone to walk her down the aisle). "What if Relena had been taken by a terrorist? Would it take you that long to react?"
What? Was that whole ordeal some goddamn test? Told you someone was out to get me.
Noin looked up at me with her sorrowful indigo eyes and said, "I'm sorry, Heero. What Zechs meant to say was that he is a little reserved about you taking Relena home yesterday," she started, sending her own reproachful looking in her fiancé's direction, "and since we're leaving the country for our honeymoon, we just want to make sure Relena's will be safe while we're gone." Noin walked across the room and scowled at the attractive secretary before closing the door. Oh I could start a whole other story from there, but I won't.
I stared blankly. How, in the whole solar system, did they ever live together? Not that I should really talk due to my contradictory love for Relena. I guess that just show things can work out between opposites. Okay, so they've known each other for forever, and they actually understand each other. Give me a well-needed break, okay?
"And what Zechs is also trying to say is-"
"That if you harm, maim, hurt, or otherwise touch my sister while I'm gone-"
"He is intrusting you with Relena's care. We're only a call away." Said Lucrezia as calmly as possible. Remembering that if I killed the Ambassador on the spot, that I'd have to answer to Relena – I just nodded. How did they expect me to react? They'd been planning their wedding for nearly five years now. The only question I had was – who was going to take on the role of Ambassador while Zechs was gone? So I found my voice box and asked.
"Who's going to be the Ambassador when you're gone?"
The happy couple looked at each other and shared one of those glances that only people in love share, and then looked at me. "I was thinking to give the job to Sally or Dorothy." Zechs responded.
"Don't you remember, dear? Sally has her own medical practice now – you can't possibly ask her to give up her job for two weeks just because we're going on our honeymoon." Said Noin. I don't think I've ever seen someone other than Relena call the ex-soldier an affectionate name. You might say it was hilarious. Too bad all I have is a maniac laugh – it would have been a good opportunity to kill Zechs' pride.
"Well I can't give it to that crazy blonde – she'd probably have all the diplomats assassinated so she can start another bloody war."
"Don't get upset with me, Zechs. It's not my fault. Why don't you just give it to someone light-hearted if you can't stand girls who know how to fight." Said Noin, eyeing him with a 'you'll sleep on the couch if you don't shut up' look.
"Why don't you just get Relena to do it?"
Zechs' eyes sparked with anger. Oops, see, this is why I don't like to talk – it always gets me into trouble. "Relena is illegitimate," he said slowly, taking great care to choose his words, "According to the Constitution of the most high Kingdom of Cinq, she cannot govern on any basis."
"But she's your half-sister."
"I know that." He snapped, "But just because she has the royal blood of our mother in her, doesn't mean she is royal."
Though I'm not easily intimidated, I decided to back this one down. I knew it was a touchy subject for everyone since the letters of Mrs. Peacecraft and Mr. Darlain had been discovered. Let's just say they weren't all business.
"Oh really, Zechs, why not Dorothy?"
"Because she's a goddamn psychopath – I can't have her blow up the world!"
I could tell that they were getting nowhere and I was getting bored. If this is how real love is supposed to be – I want nothing to do with it. But, of course, love just happens to be kind of haphazard, leaving me on the wonderfully humble setting of awe.
While Noin screamed, and Zechs tried to play her off as a little girl, I tried to worm my way out of the room. Making sure all exits were accessible, I decided that the best course of action was just to leave. My plan would have worked dandily if it hadn't been for that notorious girl, who, in the safety of my mind, I refer to as my love.
"Oh, Heero what on Earth are you doing here?" she said and then began to giggle.
Okay, so I'm not that good with jokes, and sometimes I'm a little slow, but I seriously didn't understand what the heck she was laughing about. So, as to hide from anything that might lead me down the path of 'I didn't mean to say that', I said nothing.
"Heero…don't you get it? Earth? Heero we're not on Earth. Get it?" she said. I was thoroughly confused, but the second she smiled at my mystification, I was lost once again – this time in her eyes. If only I wasn't so human. Then things like that wouldn't happen. I could live out my life in perfect monotony. I have no problem with that whatsoever.
Granted, I did understand on some level and managed to make my lip twitch. It was the best I could do. I think she understood, though, since she smiled brighter and patted me on the arm. And while I know that I have perfect biceps, my personal space is my life.
"You may not understand me Heero – but I think that you will someday." This coming from the woman that thinks I hang around her just because I have to. If I were a humorous person, I would have laughed, confessed my true feelings, and then kissed Relena into oblivion. But I, in no way, pull off the humorous note. Stupid stuff like that is left to imbeciles (*cough*Maxwell*cough*).
"Why are you here?"
At the moment, I didn't really know. I'd just gotten a call from Ambassador Peacecraft's office saying that he needed to speak to me. But now that that was done, why was I still there? Because Relena was there. And what do I do? Whatever Relena does. Only I try to be a little inconspicuous, lest she, even offhandedly, think that I have some sort of feelings for her. Too bad I do.
"Oh, Relena why didn't you tell us you were here?" asked Noin, finally taking her eyes off Zechs long enough to give the honey-blonde a gracious smile. I knew my stay was beyond its welcome, but I was just a little on the curious side. Besides, I have a tendency to blend – it's that wall thing again.
"Relena, you have good judgment – who do you think should taken on the esteemed role of Ambassador to the United Colonies, from Earth's Senate?" asked Milliardo, "You see, me and Noin are having a bit of a disagreement. If you could just clear things up, it would be most appreciated. Besides, the entire solar system trusts your reasoning."
I swear on a stack of Bibles I knew what was coming before she even said it – I almost have a sixth sense like that. Only, I didn't want it to be true. I would have done anything in that millisecond to keep her from saying those two words, but I felt a wave of helplessness crash upon me. Damn love.
"Heero Yuy."
A/N- a wee bit on the short side, but all I could muster from two hours of Physics and Calculus. What a strange turn this story has taken. In fact, I'm not sure I really like it. Why I wrote it- the world will probably never know. And yes, Relena's attempt at a joke was very corny, but just the fact that they really don't know how amusing they are, is amusing in itself. Hope you enjoyed!
Okay, I understand this is a little on the confusing side, but lets take it step by step. If you go through all the chapters, I make note that Relena is not a princess. In mine own personally opinion, she looks nothing like Mr. Peacecraft Sr. and looks a whole lot like Mr. Darlain. Second, in earlier chapters I made mention that it had already become public. I guess I didn't make that too clear – but its what I meant. "…obviously he hasn't read the papers in a while – Relena wasn't a princess anymore." Mistakes are human, and I have made one, which is why I am trying to clear it up – can you see the sunshine now? Ah yes, beautiful, simple love – not drama. Thank you twice a trillion for your time.
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