PERFECT ASSASSIN
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or its characters in any way.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO: NEW BEGINNINGS
Once he finished throwing his insulting accusations to the members of the room especially Relena, Darwin charged out of the room and left the air stagnant and unbearably tense.
Mrs. Sackheim saved them all the embarrassment of finding something to break the ice. She took Relena's hand in hers and apologized, "I'm sorry for my son's behavior. Although he may have just turned 19, you would think he was still a young child. He will get over this in due time, as we all will."
Relena offered a small smile and replied with great emotion, "I understand what his state of mind must be going through and there's no need to apologize. I thank you."
"Oh, there is one more thing." Mrs. Smith mentioned as she stood to join the other two main female leads in the room. "There will be no trial for you. We've already made the arrangements and have clearly discussed this issue with the justice system that there would be no need to put you through something as harsh as public scrutiny."
"As for 'punishment,'" Mrs. Sackheim chuckled at the word, "You'll be instructed to serve the rest of your time helping the public service sector and dealing in the political arena. Pretty harsh punishment, huh?" They all smiled at Relena.
That didn't make any sense to Relena. She thought that she would have to face her own trial and sentence for the deaths. The so-called punishment they have bestowed upon her didn't sound any different from what she was doing before. No question, she was ready to contemplate for her actions and serve the rest of her life in prison. Relena was bewildered by the kind generosity shown by all of them and for once in her life, Relena was speechless. The tears streaking down her face were all the words they needed for her gratitude.
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Two months have passed and life seemed to have found its routine once again. Relena kept herself occupied with public appearances and making nation-wide presentations regarding disarmament and critical current issues. As the days progressed, she felt better about herself through her undisguised efforts in spreading the word and ensuring the safety of all citizens. She wasn't able to return as Vice Foreign Minister, however, but she found something even more meaningful to work with. The memories of Dominic Sackheim and William Smith continue to burn her drive and determination. She would never forget their sacrifice for peace.
And two months… since she's heard anything from Heero. She could only recall the last time with him, when he was trying to revive her. After that, he didn't bother to make any further contact. Relena didn't know how to react to this. Should she be glad that he maintained his distance? Or did she want something more to come of their strange unprecedented relationship? Perhaps it was the right idea for him not to come looking for her. How could something that feels so right be wrong? Relena couldn't even understand why she loved the Perfect Soldier, but the bottom line was, she still did.
The worst feeling was that there was nothing she could do with her thoughts. She decided not to think any further on such matters of the heart and live life as if she never met Heero Yuy.
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Two months. Heero did not even make the slightest attempt to reach Relena. Standing by the shattered window, through McCallister's own doing, he watched patiently as the ambulance transported her away from the site. Through the weeks of her recovery, he managed to keep up with her condition through Sally Po. Not once did he consider the option of visiting her and he didn't know why.
The newly discovered feelings he acquired were so strange to him that he didn't know how to carry on from this point and it frustrated him beyond belief. Thousands of images fluttered in his memory of all his encounters with Relena and in every incident, he always felt differently somehow, not as in control as the Perfect Soldier should be. She made him more human than anything he's ever experienced. What really troubled him was the fact that he couldn't treat her in kind.
Was this what most people would classify as 'love?' He didn't know. Perhaps love was too strong a word he was looking for or maybe the perfect word to summarize his thoughts for Relena.
As soon as the incident was over, Une offered him a position with Preventers once again and he felt it would be in everyone's interest if he returned as well, especially the interest of a certain blond female. And now, he found himself typing away on his laptop, gathering information for his most recent assignment.
For some reason, it didn't feel the same without Relena nearby. And why couldn't he get her out of his mind? It seemed as if he couldn't turn his thoughts away from her. Be it at work or at home, something would always remind him of Relena.
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She changed out of her work attire and slipped on snug cotton sweatshirt and pants for the remainder of the evening. For once, Relena didn't want to have her thoughts wandering to a certain individual so she flipped open the most recent novel under her reading light. Sitting comfortably in her ottoman, she allowed the words drown out the rest of the world and soon found herself immersed in a fifteenth century romance novel of two young lovers destined to be apart. They climb heaven and earth to return to each other, disregarding all bounds. She envied the characters for their tenacity and the undying heartfelt passion they had for one another. If only she could share half of their joy…
Suddenly the door to her room opened with one quick brush of the hand and the intruder barged in as if he owned the place. The sound shook her from her reverie and Relena soon found herself facing the wrong end of a gun barrel.
The weapon was held so firmly in his hand and she didn't doubt for a minute that he knew how to use it with precision. From the moment he entered the room and their eyes connected for a brief second, she knew what he wanted. Darwin had finally come to live out his promise and kill her for his father's sake.
She knew that she'd never forget the look of his eyes, filled with such intensity and an overwhelming flood of anger and abhorrence. In fact, Relena probably knew better than anyone what was going through the mind of Dominic Sackheim's heir.
"Darwin, if I may, could I have one last request?" Relena asked gently, eyes never wavering from his.
Judging by the way he gripped the gun handle tighter, she knew she needed to be careful.
"Please." She added.
Thinking further on the subject, he finally gave a curt nod and aimed the gun higher to her chest level. "Tread very carefully, Ms. Darlian, for this will be your last night on this Earth."
She complied as she slowly stood and took careful steps to her dresser. Relena reached for the handle and moved aside a few articles of clothing before her hand brushed against the surface of a cold, black, 9 mm glock. It was the very same weapon she held in her hands when she tried her own taste of vengeance all those years ago. Looking back, she felt foolish that she would have almost committed such a hateful crime against Lady Une. Was it also foolish of him, now, to be repeating her mistakes that she thankfully didn't execute?
Despite the feeling of disgust as she wrapped her slim fingers around the base of her weapon, she laid it flat on her palm and turned back around to face him. "Use mine."
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Long after the showdown, Quatre returned back to his estate and conducted business as usual. On that night, he suddenly had an overwhelming bunch of emotions ringing through his head.
Pain…. Antagonism…. Acceptance…. Fate….
The taste of tears was so powerful in his mouth that he was taken aback by the cloud of emotions. What did they mean? He decided to ignore the feelings and tried returning to work. Instead of dissipating into the dust, the emotions grew stronger and soon he found images accompanying the emotions through his mind. An image of Relena flashed right through his psyche and he knew that something was wrong.
The moment he disconnected the phone call with Quatre, Heero slashed through the city streets as he tried cutting all corners to reach Relena as soon as possible. He didn't like how exasperated Quatre sounded on the phone… something about Relena being in trouble. Why couldn't this nightmare ever end?
For once in his life, Heero didn't care about anything anymore. The mission didn't matter anymore. Relena 'was' his mission and will always be his mission. He would not lose her again. The Japanese male hated himself for feeding her to the wolves in so many occasions but it was going to stop tonight even if it killed him.
'Hang on, Relena.' He thought to the chilling air of the night wind.
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Darwin took one cautious step towards her and decided to humor his intended victim by complying with her request. Using his open hand, he snatched the gun away from her grasp and tucked his own weapon behind his back pocket and aimed her weapon back at his target. He didn't understand the significance of why she would want to be killed by her own gun but he didn't bother questioning her strange motives. What did it matter anyway? She would be dead shortly.
"Before you pull that trigger, may I please say one more thing?" Relena asked ever so patiently.
He continued staring straight at her, waiting almost as if he had all the time in the world. The young man before her was the embodiment of all her wrong doings. As much as she didn't want to believe, it eerily felt as if she was facing her fifteen-year-old self when she was engulfed with the same pain, adamant frustration, and extreme loathing for the world. Their tacit similarities were astoundingly uncanny. She remembered that the fifteen-year-old Relena wanted nothing more but to see her father avenged, the father she loved and admired beyond imagination. He, too, was feeling this conflicting battle in his head and she desperately wanted to reach out to him.
She began, "This world has never been a fair place. I should know. You see, I witnessed the assassination of my own father when I was young. You know the reason why I killed your father and Mr. Smith. What I did was wrong. Darwin, I will have to live with that mistake for the rest of my life! Please understand that you, too, will have the smell of death on your hands that will never wash away. With that said, are you sure you won't have any regrets, any second thoughts five, no make that, ten years down the road? I would never want to see you suffer the same way as I have suffered these past two months. I'm sure I will have to face the consequences of my actions for the rest of my life, that is, if I live to see tomorrow. Do you understand what I am saying?"
He couldn't believe how trusting she was. The young man was flabbergasted by her speech and he couldn't help but think about the authenticity of her words. No wonder his mother liked her so much. However, despite her convincing speech, he didn't want to be bewitched by her words and shook off everything that she said.
Darwin merely responded, "You know I do. If I didn't, I wouldn't be here now would I?" Although he sounded a bit shaky, not as confident as he first walked in the room, Relena knew he was still making sure that his threat was carried through.
"Is this really what you want?" She asked again for confirmation, indifferent of his response.
Finally averting his eyes from her sorrowful spheres, he nodded slowly and whispered, "Yes."
Relena nodded with understanding and ordered, "Don't miss."
"I won't." He replied with veracity, "You certainly didn't!" She closed her eyes slowly and waited.
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Heero raced through the streets, darting vehicles left and right until he finally approached her building. He unlocked the main gate using the same code she had for years. Relena really should be more careful with her security system but now was not the time to fret on something like that. Slightly irritated from her lack of sense, he walked right through the main door that was left unlocked and he followed the voices from the second story.
Despite the muffled words, he could still make out Relena's voice, "Is this really what you want?"
"Yes." Came a younger male's voice.
"Don't miss." Relena again.
"I won't…. You certainly didn't!" By this time, Heero had already positioned himself right against the door to the room and gun ready in hand. He was prepared to pounce in on any time to prevent any more casualties.
-Click-
Someone's safety was switched off and Heero knew that sound could only mean one thing. Relena then heard the exploding sound of a gun being fired and she knew for certain that she had been shot. However, it didn't feel as if she was shot. She reopened her eyes and noticed Darwin grasping at his bleeding hand and she was more surprised to see Heero in there with them. Heero held his weapon that was recently fired, loosely at his side.
"Relena, are you alright?" The Perfect Soldier asked.
"Ye..Yes, I'm fine. How is he doing?" She asked, looking fearful for Darwin's life.
By the impact of the bullet piercing his hand, it was only a reflexive action for him to drop his weapon. He cried silently as he cradled his injured hand that was bleeding profusely. The 19 year-old teenager suddenly turned into a young boy confused with his life and the situation. She didn't even recall him crying out. Darwin must've still been in shock.
"He'll be fine." Heero answered stoically as he reached for his phone to call an ambulance.
Relena couldn't believe how impassive Heero was with the whole situation. It felt as if he had returned to his old self again, unconcerned for anyone's welfare save the mission. Will she ever be able to help him see the brighter side of life or is he lost to them all forever?
She knelt in front of Darwin and used her handkerchief to apply pressure to the wound, hoping to stop the bleeding. He noticed that her hands and clothes were being stained from his blood and he tried pulling his hand away in shame. Relena simply applied more pressure to the hand and it seemed as if the wound stopped bleeding temporarily.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Darlian." Darwin sobbed between words. "I guess I was still so angry from the sudden death of my dad. I didn't know who else to blame? I miss him so much."
In near tears herself, Relena answered, "Time will heal all wounds. Just give it time, as I have. To this day, I am still contemplating my father's death. You will overcome this obstacle in your life, I promise you."
She waited by the steps to the main entrance as the ambulance drove off with Darwin safely in tow. Heero stood merely five feet from her, seeing off the ambulance as well. Once the emergency vehicle was out of sight, Relena turned to Heero.
"Some night, huh? I don't know how you knew but thank you for coming tonight. If it weren't for you, Darwin would've needed to live with killing a human life and that…."
"It was Quatre who informed me that something might have been wrong at your place and I decided to take a look. Lucky guess." Heero interrupted, slightly angered. "Do you ever think of yourself over anyone else?"
"Wha… What do you mean?" She asked, unsure of what he was implying. Not wanting to dig further on the issue, she turned back to her house. "Anyways, it's getting late. You should get home. Good night."
"Wait." He reached for her wrist and pulled her into his warm embrace in the blink of an eye.
"Heero?" Relena said, extremely shocked from his display of emotion. "What are you doing?"
He didn't answer but only held onto her. Heero couldn't get enough of her scent and he knew this is where he wanted to be. He didn't know how to tell her yet but perhaps one day, he will finally be able to reveal everything to her. The Perfect Soldier only said, "Let's just stay out here a little longer, okay?"
END
NOTE: Thank you all for those who have been such stronger supporters of this fic! Part of the credit for this chapter would have to go to Purdy. Thank you for your ideas!! I hope I didn't butcher them too badly LOL. Once again, thank you!!! Your ideas always inspire me to write great fics!
Heeroyuy195 - Buddy! I mentioned you way back in ch. 15 when I made my very first 'thank you' list haha... But to make things clear, I'd like to thank you personally for being such a great supporter not only for this fic but for most of my other fics!!! I really do appreciate your reviews and your comments!! You're the best. =)
For those JK fans out there, I DO have another fic coming your way VERY SOON!!! It'll be filled with hot drama and interesting plots featuring our favorite Gundam couple OF COURSE! So please stay tuned!
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or its characters in any way.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO: NEW BEGINNINGS
Once he finished throwing his insulting accusations to the members of the room especially Relena, Darwin charged out of the room and left the air stagnant and unbearably tense.
Mrs. Sackheim saved them all the embarrassment of finding something to break the ice. She took Relena's hand in hers and apologized, "I'm sorry for my son's behavior. Although he may have just turned 19, you would think he was still a young child. He will get over this in due time, as we all will."
Relena offered a small smile and replied with great emotion, "I understand what his state of mind must be going through and there's no need to apologize. I thank you."
"Oh, there is one more thing." Mrs. Smith mentioned as she stood to join the other two main female leads in the room. "There will be no trial for you. We've already made the arrangements and have clearly discussed this issue with the justice system that there would be no need to put you through something as harsh as public scrutiny."
"As for 'punishment,'" Mrs. Sackheim chuckled at the word, "You'll be instructed to serve the rest of your time helping the public service sector and dealing in the political arena. Pretty harsh punishment, huh?" They all smiled at Relena.
That didn't make any sense to Relena. She thought that she would have to face her own trial and sentence for the deaths. The so-called punishment they have bestowed upon her didn't sound any different from what she was doing before. No question, she was ready to contemplate for her actions and serve the rest of her life in prison. Relena was bewildered by the kind generosity shown by all of them and for once in her life, Relena was speechless. The tears streaking down her face were all the words they needed for her gratitude.
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Two months have passed and life seemed to have found its routine once again. Relena kept herself occupied with public appearances and making nation-wide presentations regarding disarmament and critical current issues. As the days progressed, she felt better about herself through her undisguised efforts in spreading the word and ensuring the safety of all citizens. She wasn't able to return as Vice Foreign Minister, however, but she found something even more meaningful to work with. The memories of Dominic Sackheim and William Smith continue to burn her drive and determination. She would never forget their sacrifice for peace.
And two months… since she's heard anything from Heero. She could only recall the last time with him, when he was trying to revive her. After that, he didn't bother to make any further contact. Relena didn't know how to react to this. Should she be glad that he maintained his distance? Or did she want something more to come of their strange unprecedented relationship? Perhaps it was the right idea for him not to come looking for her. How could something that feels so right be wrong? Relena couldn't even understand why she loved the Perfect Soldier, but the bottom line was, she still did.
The worst feeling was that there was nothing she could do with her thoughts. She decided not to think any further on such matters of the heart and live life as if she never met Heero Yuy.
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Two months. Heero did not even make the slightest attempt to reach Relena. Standing by the shattered window, through McCallister's own doing, he watched patiently as the ambulance transported her away from the site. Through the weeks of her recovery, he managed to keep up with her condition through Sally Po. Not once did he consider the option of visiting her and he didn't know why.
The newly discovered feelings he acquired were so strange to him that he didn't know how to carry on from this point and it frustrated him beyond belief. Thousands of images fluttered in his memory of all his encounters with Relena and in every incident, he always felt differently somehow, not as in control as the Perfect Soldier should be. She made him more human than anything he's ever experienced. What really troubled him was the fact that he couldn't treat her in kind.
Was this what most people would classify as 'love?' He didn't know. Perhaps love was too strong a word he was looking for or maybe the perfect word to summarize his thoughts for Relena.
As soon as the incident was over, Une offered him a position with Preventers once again and he felt it would be in everyone's interest if he returned as well, especially the interest of a certain blond female. And now, he found himself typing away on his laptop, gathering information for his most recent assignment.
For some reason, it didn't feel the same without Relena nearby. And why couldn't he get her out of his mind? It seemed as if he couldn't turn his thoughts away from her. Be it at work or at home, something would always remind him of Relena.
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She changed out of her work attire and slipped on snug cotton sweatshirt and pants for the remainder of the evening. For once, Relena didn't want to have her thoughts wandering to a certain individual so she flipped open the most recent novel under her reading light. Sitting comfortably in her ottoman, she allowed the words drown out the rest of the world and soon found herself immersed in a fifteenth century romance novel of two young lovers destined to be apart. They climb heaven and earth to return to each other, disregarding all bounds. She envied the characters for their tenacity and the undying heartfelt passion they had for one another. If only she could share half of their joy…
Suddenly the door to her room opened with one quick brush of the hand and the intruder barged in as if he owned the place. The sound shook her from her reverie and Relena soon found herself facing the wrong end of a gun barrel.
The weapon was held so firmly in his hand and she didn't doubt for a minute that he knew how to use it with precision. From the moment he entered the room and their eyes connected for a brief second, she knew what he wanted. Darwin had finally come to live out his promise and kill her for his father's sake.
She knew that she'd never forget the look of his eyes, filled with such intensity and an overwhelming flood of anger and abhorrence. In fact, Relena probably knew better than anyone what was going through the mind of Dominic Sackheim's heir.
"Darwin, if I may, could I have one last request?" Relena asked gently, eyes never wavering from his.
Judging by the way he gripped the gun handle tighter, she knew she needed to be careful.
"Please." She added.
Thinking further on the subject, he finally gave a curt nod and aimed the gun higher to her chest level. "Tread very carefully, Ms. Darlian, for this will be your last night on this Earth."
She complied as she slowly stood and took careful steps to her dresser. Relena reached for the handle and moved aside a few articles of clothing before her hand brushed against the surface of a cold, black, 9 mm glock. It was the very same weapon she held in her hands when she tried her own taste of vengeance all those years ago. Looking back, she felt foolish that she would have almost committed such a hateful crime against Lady Une. Was it also foolish of him, now, to be repeating her mistakes that she thankfully didn't execute?
Despite the feeling of disgust as she wrapped her slim fingers around the base of her weapon, she laid it flat on her palm and turned back around to face him. "Use mine."
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Long after the showdown, Quatre returned back to his estate and conducted business as usual. On that night, he suddenly had an overwhelming bunch of emotions ringing through his head.
Pain…. Antagonism…. Acceptance…. Fate….
The taste of tears was so powerful in his mouth that he was taken aback by the cloud of emotions. What did they mean? He decided to ignore the feelings and tried returning to work. Instead of dissipating into the dust, the emotions grew stronger and soon he found images accompanying the emotions through his mind. An image of Relena flashed right through his psyche and he knew that something was wrong.
The moment he disconnected the phone call with Quatre, Heero slashed through the city streets as he tried cutting all corners to reach Relena as soon as possible. He didn't like how exasperated Quatre sounded on the phone… something about Relena being in trouble. Why couldn't this nightmare ever end?
For once in his life, Heero didn't care about anything anymore. The mission didn't matter anymore. Relena 'was' his mission and will always be his mission. He would not lose her again. The Japanese male hated himself for feeding her to the wolves in so many occasions but it was going to stop tonight even if it killed him.
'Hang on, Relena.' He thought to the chilling air of the night wind.
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Darwin took one cautious step towards her and decided to humor his intended victim by complying with her request. Using his open hand, he snatched the gun away from her grasp and tucked his own weapon behind his back pocket and aimed her weapon back at his target. He didn't understand the significance of why she would want to be killed by her own gun but he didn't bother questioning her strange motives. What did it matter anyway? She would be dead shortly.
"Before you pull that trigger, may I please say one more thing?" Relena asked ever so patiently.
He continued staring straight at her, waiting almost as if he had all the time in the world. The young man before her was the embodiment of all her wrong doings. As much as she didn't want to believe, it eerily felt as if she was facing her fifteen-year-old self when she was engulfed with the same pain, adamant frustration, and extreme loathing for the world. Their tacit similarities were astoundingly uncanny. She remembered that the fifteen-year-old Relena wanted nothing more but to see her father avenged, the father she loved and admired beyond imagination. He, too, was feeling this conflicting battle in his head and she desperately wanted to reach out to him.
She began, "This world has never been a fair place. I should know. You see, I witnessed the assassination of my own father when I was young. You know the reason why I killed your father and Mr. Smith. What I did was wrong. Darwin, I will have to live with that mistake for the rest of my life! Please understand that you, too, will have the smell of death on your hands that will never wash away. With that said, are you sure you won't have any regrets, any second thoughts five, no make that, ten years down the road? I would never want to see you suffer the same way as I have suffered these past two months. I'm sure I will have to face the consequences of my actions for the rest of my life, that is, if I live to see tomorrow. Do you understand what I am saying?"
He couldn't believe how trusting she was. The young man was flabbergasted by her speech and he couldn't help but think about the authenticity of her words. No wonder his mother liked her so much. However, despite her convincing speech, he didn't want to be bewitched by her words and shook off everything that she said.
Darwin merely responded, "You know I do. If I didn't, I wouldn't be here now would I?" Although he sounded a bit shaky, not as confident as he first walked in the room, Relena knew he was still making sure that his threat was carried through.
"Is this really what you want?" She asked again for confirmation, indifferent of his response.
Finally averting his eyes from her sorrowful spheres, he nodded slowly and whispered, "Yes."
Relena nodded with understanding and ordered, "Don't miss."
"I won't." He replied with veracity, "You certainly didn't!" She closed her eyes slowly and waited.
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Heero raced through the streets, darting vehicles left and right until he finally approached her building. He unlocked the main gate using the same code she had for years. Relena really should be more careful with her security system but now was not the time to fret on something like that. Slightly irritated from her lack of sense, he walked right through the main door that was left unlocked and he followed the voices from the second story.
Despite the muffled words, he could still make out Relena's voice, "Is this really what you want?"
"Yes." Came a younger male's voice.
"Don't miss." Relena again.
"I won't…. You certainly didn't!" By this time, Heero had already positioned himself right against the door to the room and gun ready in hand. He was prepared to pounce in on any time to prevent any more casualties.
-Click-
Someone's safety was switched off and Heero knew that sound could only mean one thing. Relena then heard the exploding sound of a gun being fired and she knew for certain that she had been shot. However, it didn't feel as if she was shot. She reopened her eyes and noticed Darwin grasping at his bleeding hand and she was more surprised to see Heero in there with them. Heero held his weapon that was recently fired, loosely at his side.
"Relena, are you alright?" The Perfect Soldier asked.
"Ye..Yes, I'm fine. How is he doing?" She asked, looking fearful for Darwin's life.
By the impact of the bullet piercing his hand, it was only a reflexive action for him to drop his weapon. He cried silently as he cradled his injured hand that was bleeding profusely. The 19 year-old teenager suddenly turned into a young boy confused with his life and the situation. She didn't even recall him crying out. Darwin must've still been in shock.
"He'll be fine." Heero answered stoically as he reached for his phone to call an ambulance.
Relena couldn't believe how impassive Heero was with the whole situation. It felt as if he had returned to his old self again, unconcerned for anyone's welfare save the mission. Will she ever be able to help him see the brighter side of life or is he lost to them all forever?
She knelt in front of Darwin and used her handkerchief to apply pressure to the wound, hoping to stop the bleeding. He noticed that her hands and clothes were being stained from his blood and he tried pulling his hand away in shame. Relena simply applied more pressure to the hand and it seemed as if the wound stopped bleeding temporarily.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Darlian." Darwin sobbed between words. "I guess I was still so angry from the sudden death of my dad. I didn't know who else to blame? I miss him so much."
In near tears herself, Relena answered, "Time will heal all wounds. Just give it time, as I have. To this day, I am still contemplating my father's death. You will overcome this obstacle in your life, I promise you."
She waited by the steps to the main entrance as the ambulance drove off with Darwin safely in tow. Heero stood merely five feet from her, seeing off the ambulance as well. Once the emergency vehicle was out of sight, Relena turned to Heero.
"Some night, huh? I don't know how you knew but thank you for coming tonight. If it weren't for you, Darwin would've needed to live with killing a human life and that…."
"It was Quatre who informed me that something might have been wrong at your place and I decided to take a look. Lucky guess." Heero interrupted, slightly angered. "Do you ever think of yourself over anyone else?"
"Wha… What do you mean?" She asked, unsure of what he was implying. Not wanting to dig further on the issue, she turned back to her house. "Anyways, it's getting late. You should get home. Good night."
"Wait." He reached for her wrist and pulled her into his warm embrace in the blink of an eye.
"Heero?" Relena said, extremely shocked from his display of emotion. "What are you doing?"
He didn't answer but only held onto her. Heero couldn't get enough of her scent and he knew this is where he wanted to be. He didn't know how to tell her yet but perhaps one day, he will finally be able to reveal everything to her. The Perfect Soldier only said, "Let's just stay out here a little longer, okay?"
END
NOTE: Thank you all for those who have been such stronger supporters of this fic! Part of the credit for this chapter would have to go to Purdy. Thank you for your ideas!! I hope I didn't butcher them too badly LOL. Once again, thank you!!! Your ideas always inspire me to write great fics!
Heeroyuy195 - Buddy! I mentioned you way back in ch. 15 when I made my very first 'thank you' list haha... But to make things clear, I'd like to thank you personally for being such a great supporter not only for this fic but for most of my other fics!!! I really do appreciate your reviews and your comments!! You're the best. =)
For those JK fans out there, I DO have another fic coming your way VERY SOON!!! It'll be filled with hot drama and interesting plots featuring our favorite Gundam couple OF COURSE! So please stay tuned!