Quatre felt that the today he had originally planned was ruined. Heero ran off somewhere and didn't come back until it was afternoon. In the morning, he had arranged for everyone to see a tour in the flower garden downtown. But instead, everyone including himself went to search for Heero. But it was pointless to get all upset over that. But he was glad to know that Heero was ok, not that he could take care of himself. Quietly reading the newspaper in his suite, he decided that he would extend the time limit of the vacation just one more day at least due to today's unfortunate turn of events. He'll take everyone tomorrow to the flower garden and whatever else he planned. But for now, everyone will just do as they please.
Relena was in her room that evening. She stood on the balcony staring at the orange sky. She thought of how romantic and lovely this city was having the sky as the background. But she noticed the sky's color. It was the same color she had unexpectedly met Heero at the park. Trowa later told her what had happened later on. Heero was for some mysterious reason was lying down in some alley late one night with bruises all over his body. Trowa guessed that he was hit with something hard. But why did Heero get that beat up? She had always known Heero to be capable of just about everything. And if he did make a mistake, would it be that bad? No. If all that has happened was true something big happened alright. And why did he just leave without telling everyone? Well she did'nt know why, but at least he did'nt get hurt this time. She decided she would go talk with him.
"I'm sorry about ruining your day." Heero was standing in front of Noin at her's and Zech's room door. He learned what Quatre had planned for them today and it was ruined because of him.He had apologized to everyone else and they were next, but Zechs wasn't present."You know I remember how you and the others rushed onto the battlefield in the old days. Just don't do anything reckless from now on ok?" Noin said to him. Although her words were gentle, they were scolding as well. But he knew he was forgiven. Heero took his leave and headed straight to his room. Zechs walked in his direction as he did so. Probably to get to his room.
"You've changed" he said as Heero walked by.
"Well I suppose we all do, sometimes for what's best. By the way, Relena is looking for you" Zechs continued.
"Good Night Zechs" Heero said ending the brief conversation.
When Heero got back to his room, he decided to watch T.V. for a change after a relaxing shower. He could'nt remember the last time he watch it for pleasure. He turned to the Discovery Channel and got some fruit cocktail to eat as he did so. He thought about his actions earlier today. And he knew what he did was wrong. He should've let the others known first. Oh well. There's nothing you can do once you've done it already. But he didn't think he regretted it though. A mentor from his childhood days had taught him to: "Do as your heart tells you." The door bell rung. Going over to the door, Heero looked at the hole inserted on it. Through the small hole covered by glass, he saw Relena's face. He opened the door.
"Hello Heero" Relena said smiling. "May I come in ?"
"Whatever you want." Heero said.
She stepped in his room. Heero went to the chair to sit and continued to watch T.V. She could'nt imagine him wanting to do that in their younger days.
"Can I get or do anything for you?" Heero offered looking at her as he sat.Walking over to a couch near him, she asked "May I have a seat?" she asked. "Well, like I said, whatever you want." He laughed a little.She took a seat in front of him. Now she thought it would a good time to get to the main point.
"Listen Heero, I'd like to talk to you."
"About what?"
"Well, I've noticed that you've changed a lot by your demeanor these past few days. I think something made you change. And well, I know it's none of my business but I'm interested in knowing. If it's all right with you"
Heero seemed reluctant at first, but decided to talk after a few moments."Well I decided to ask you out for dinner, one time, but you refused."Sudden memories flashed back in her mind. So that was the cause of his change?"Even worse, you said we could'nt get involved like that. So I felt like a fool for asking." he continued. Relena felt sorry for him."So I went to the place I wanted to take you to and drank" he stopped a moment before going on. "Then I saw you with Duo." he said ultimately.
She remembered that night. Duo had asked her out, so she kept that night reserved for herself so that she could go out with him. To be honest, she was kind of unsure about it, but Heero never bothered to talk to her. And Duo, well of course he was talkative so they chatted sometimes. Seeing what an interesting person he was, she befriended him as if she would anyone else. Duo was a nice person, but it wasn't the same with Heero. She remembered when they were about fifteen they had met for the first time. Since then, it was as if she was enchanted by his looks, and those unique Prussian blue eyes he had. But she became unlimitedly enchanted by his resolve and that mysteriousness that made him they way he was.
"Well Heero...I..."
She couldn't find the right words to say. But she needed time to think things out. She was unsure of her feelings for him. Just time would do her good.
"Heero. Thank you for deciding to take the time to talk. I think you deserve some words from me. But I'll need some time to think about things." Relena said as she placed a hand on his shoulder. "I'll see you tomorrow. Good evening to you Heero."
Duo Maxwell was staying up a bit late watching T.V. For some reason, he just couldn't sleep. He always had a feeling that there were going to be problems encountered along the path of his life. And he'd encounter them with Heero. Oh well. But just to avoid less problems as usual, he'd give Heero the explanation he wanted. But he still thought it was none of his business. But he thought it would be alright with Heero. After a few more minutes, Duo grew sleepier and sleepier. At last, he soon gave way to sleep.
