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Kryptonite: Chapter 2
By Symee-Sama

WARNING: Some bad language.

I watched the world float to the dark side of the moon.

Heero scanned the crowd warily, he didn't like this place. It was too much like his last school, and he felt like any moment now, Zechs would come and slap him on the back. Lu would be with him, Heero remembered fondly. She never wanted to leave him, she loved him so much. His reminiscent smile turned into a frown as he realised what he was doing.

He was getting nostalgic about them. He couldn't afford to dwell on his kills. That would get him killed if he was lucky, and captured if he wasn't. If he was caught…they would kill her. He shuddered as he remembered the things that he had heard about her treatment.

Starvation, beatings, and degradation, all because she had wanted to be friends with him, and he, being the fool that he was had accepted her. That's happened when you let people get close to you, Heero thought bitterly. You hurt them.

"Forgive me," he let out a low breath, knowing that she wouldn't answer him, and that every time he failed she would suffer for it. There could be no forgiveness for someone like him, but he prayed to the God he didn't truly believe in to find some compassion in his heart for her.

Shaking his head slightly, he forced himself to focus on his mission. He was to become close to the target, to earn her trust, and then to wait for them to contact him. When the time was right, Relena Peacecraft would die, and then the Alliance would reign supreme. Maybe then they would let her go.

Heero shook his head again, now he was being ridiculous. As long as he was useful, they would use him, and when his usefulness ran out they would kill him, and then they would kill her. No, he could not allow his use to expire.

After all I knew it had to be something to do with you.

He scanned the crowd once again, and saw that the one he was looking for, an angel with a halo of blonde hair, walked towards him, surrounded by multitudes of her friends and admirers. He stepped forward, plastering what he knew to be a nervous grin on his face, and walked towards the group.

"Excuse me, Miss Peacecraft," he said, his eyes practically shining with feigned admiration. "I was wondering if I could talk to you for a moment." She looked at him, her eyes weary from the hero worship she received from nearly everyone in the school.

"Yes, of course," she smiled, but Heero noticed that it didn't reach her eyes. "What would you like to talk about?" She saw his reluctance to speak, and the way his eyes widened as he looked around at the people who surrounded her.

"Actually, Miss Peacecraft, I would prefer to speak to you alone."

Several of the boys who surrounded her began to protest, but she hushed them quickly. "Of course," she said again, and smiled again, this time at her followers. "If you would excuse us for a moment." She motioned for Heero to follow her, and ducked into one of the empty classrooms. "Now, what would you like to talk about?"

"Your brother's death, Miss Peacecraft." Heero began bluntly, and watched as her eyes widened in shock, that was quickly hidden behind a façade of carefully crafted indifference. "My name is Heero Yuy, and I'm a member of the Sanq Secret Service. I was sent to protect your brother, and when he was killed, I was sent to you, in order to protect you."

"You didn't do a very good job of it," Relena snapped, waves of bitterness washing over her. If this boy had done his job right, her brother would still be alive. "What makes you think that you can help me if you couldn't help him?"

"Because your brother's attack was an inside job," Heero lied smoothly, his face not betraying a flicker of emotion. "There was someone from inside the Service who knew every move that I made and kept me away from Zechs when he was killed. Because of this, I would ask that you limit your communication with the Service to only me. That will help to contain the breach."

"I've never heard of this Secret Service," Relena looked at him warily. "How come?"

"The Service fell under your brother's jurisdiction," Heero said as he handed her a thick folder, bulging with official looking papers. "All information that you would need is in there, although I would have to ask you to leave it with me for security reasons.

"You may, of course, ask to look at it whenever you wish." Heero played his last card, and handed her the necklace that Zechs had entrusted him with. "I found him while he was dying, and he asked me to give you this." His voice softened as her eyes filled with tears. "He was my friend, Miss Peacecraft, and I'm truly sorry that I couldn't be there when he needed me."

"It's Relena, please." She smiled her first genuine smile as she fastened the necklace around her neck. "I have enough people calling me, Miss Peacecraft. Maybe I could see you sometime, and we could talk about my brother?"

"I would like that, Relena," he stumbled slightly over her name. "Here's my card. If you need anything, just call me. It doesn't matter how late it is, or how early. Just call." She nodded, and he turned from her. "We'll both be late for class if we don't get going. I'll see you around."

She opened her mouth, millions of questions on her mind, but he was gone, and she was left staring at his card, wondering how long it would take her to work up the courage to call his number, and a couple hallways away, Heero smiled to himself. She had taken the bait, fallen for the imaginary Sanq Secret Service, and was eating out of the palm of his hand.

And he wondered as he walked into his class, how long it would take her to work up the nerve to call him.

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I really don't mind what happens now or then.

The house was quiet when Relena entered, carefully closing the door behind her, and making as little noise as possible as she crept across the front hall. "Relena!" She winced as her mother shrieked from the drawing room. "Relena is that you?"

"Yes mother," Relena called back, and closed her eyes, dreading the confrontation she knew was coming. Her mother stalked into the room, her hands clenched into fists. "What is this I've heard about you?" She practically snarled, and put her hands on her hips. "What's this I've heard about you and the Butches?"

"They're lesbians, mother," Relena said quietly, managing not to wince when her mother's eyes widened in anger. "It's considered impolite to call them butches, and I went to one of their meetings last week to help raise awareness in our school."

"I don't give a damn about what names you're supposed to call them by," Lydia snapped, and threw her hands up in the air dramatically. "What on earth were you doing at one of their meetings? Do you know what it's like for me to receive a call from my friends asking if my daughter's a lesbian? I nearly died of embarrassment!"

"I went to their meeting for research!" Relena retorted sharply, her own temper rising. "I was writing an article about them for the school paper, and I wanted to ask some questions. It's not a crime to be a lesbian, mother!"

"It's a crime for you to be one," her mother smiled primly as if that settled the argument. "Now, I suppose you have a fair amount of homework to do." Relena nodded, and hurried up the stairs, grateful to be away. "And Relena," Lydia called, stopping Relena at the top of the stairs. "Derek called for you. He wanted to know if you're free tomorrow night."

"And what did you tell him?" Relena asked through gritted teeth, already knowing what the reply would be.

"I told him you were, and that you'd be delighted to see him tomorrow night." Lydia examined her nails, before smiling up at her daughter. "I do hope you'll try to be more pleasant to him than last time. He really is a dear boy."

Relena nodded stiffly, and made her way into her room, throwing her book bag on her bed, and curling up into a ball on the floor. She hated being here. She hated the way her mother was so condescending about everything, hated that she had to uphold the family's image.

What would dating Derek do for the family? If they were married, the family fortune would double, they'd have a wonderful lineage to brag about, and they would have beautiful pictures to go on the Christmas cards.

She had to admit that she and Derek were a beautiful couple, but that wasn't enough for her. Derek slept with other girls, and didn't try to hide his romances from Relena. He called her a prude for refusing to sleep with him, and she just hated it when he touched her.

Her mind made up, she moved downstairs, deciding that she would finally tell her mother what she felt. She wouldn't hide anymore. "Mother?" She called softly, making her way into the drawing room. "Mother I've something to tell you."

Lydia looked at her in surprise. "Well out with it then," she sniffed haughtily. "I have things to do, Relena."

Relena nodded, gathering all her courage, all her resolve. "I don't want to date Derek. I want nothing to do with him, and I won't see him any more." She watched as her mother's indifference melted into anger, and took an involuntary step back.

"You won't see him?" Lydia's words were laced with venom. "You will do what you're told, Relena."

Relena's own anger sparked at those words. She had her own will, and she wouldn't spend the rest of her life catering to her mother's will. "I will not do as I'm told. Not this time." Her eyes narrowed as she made her decision to let her mother know what she knew. "I won't date Derek because you have designs on his father."

Lydia moved faster than Relena had ever seen before, and she made no move to dodge the blow. A crack echoed around the room as Lydia's hand connected with her daughter's cheek. "You little bitch," Lydia snarled. "I won't have that attitude in this house. Get out, and don't come back until you've learned your place."

Relena nodded stiffly, and made her way outside, not even bothering to grab her book bag as she walked through the door. The cold air hit her like a fist to the stomach, and she thought about turning to grab her coat… just as Lydia slammed the door in her face.

"Well there goes that idea," she grumbled softly, her newfound pride and anger refusing to let her beg for a coat. She pulled out her cell phone and started calling her friends. She had begged and bowed to her mother all her life, she would not do it anymore.

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As long as you'll be my friend at the end

Heero was still awake when his phone rang. He walked towards it, muttering in annoyance, and wondering who would be calling so late. It was two in the morning for god's sakes! "Hello?" He snapped, hoping that whoever was calling him had a damn good reason for doing so.

"Heero?" His eyes widened at the sound of Relena's voice. "I'm sorry to bother you, but I… I couldn't reach anyone else, and I need help. I got kicked out of my house, and I tried to find someone else. I really did, but no one's picking up their phones, and… I have nowhere to go."

"Where are you?" He asked quickly, reaching for his car keys without a moment's hesitation. "Stay there. I'll come get you." He hung up the phone, and pulled on his coat, wondering as he walked to his car what someone like Relena could have done to get herself kicked out of her house.

She was an honours student, she was involved in sports, clubs, everything. He threw the car into drive, and peeled away from the curb. What had she done to deserve being kicked out? What kind of mother would just leave her to fend for herself?

He pushed his thoughts away as he pulled up in front of the coffee shop. Relena didn't need his questions right now. What she needed was his support, and he would give it to her. He didn't fuss over her as she got into the car, simply looked her over once, and asked her if she was hungry.

And when she wasn't looking, he frowned at his reflection in the mirror, and wondered why he was so glad to see her.

8&8&8&8&8

His room was as simple as she'd expected it to be. No unnecessary or unpractical decorations in the domain of Heero Yuy. She smiled slightly to herself as she made her way through his apartment, pausing to look out the window at the traffic, not knowing that he had done so many times since he had moved in.

When she turned back to look at him, he pulled off his shirt, unaware of unconcerned about her embarrassment as he moved towards his closet. Her eyes were drawn to his naked back as he opened it, picking out articles of clothing.

"Change into these," he muttered, shoving a pair of pyjama bottoms and a t-shirt at her, "and give me your clothes." He looked at her expectantly, and arched an eyebrow when she didn't move. "Is something wrong?"

Relena glanced down at the shirt she held in her hands, her face growing hot as he stared at her. "Could you turn around?" Se asked hoarsely and he smirked slightly in understanding as he turned to face the wall.

"I didn't think you would care so much about something like this," he said, keeping his voice deliberately casual, and keeping his eyes carefully averted as he spread a blanket on the floor. Relena was the most popular topic at school. Unassuming, and sweet, she apparently had a dark side that only a few people knew about. The things he had heard about her and other men had twisted his stomach. He had managed to shrug most of it off though. What was it to him if she had lost her virginity at the age of fourteen, and to a man who was old enough to be her father?

He shrugged uncomfortably, and tried to tell him that he didn't care.

"You've heard the rumours then," Relena's voice was flat as she pulled his shirt over her head. "Do you believe them?"

"I prefer to make my own decisions," Heero said gruffly, He grabbed a pillow from his closet, and threw it on the floor, keeping his hands busy to keep his mind off unpleasant things. "You don't really seem like that type of girl."

"Thank you," she smiled, and patted his shoulder to show him that she was done changing.

"You can have the bed," he offered, holding up a hand when she opened her mouth to protest. "I'd prefer it."

Relena nodded slowly and pulled back the covers of his bed, as he walked to the window and flicked off the light. She lay still, and listened to him arrange the blankets on the floor to his liking as her eyes adjusted to the darkness.

"I'm sorry about all the trouble." She began, twisting the covers around her finger.

"Don't worry about it," Heero shrugged off her thanks. "I just want you to feel safe." He paused for a moment, thinking about what he'd just said, and was surprised to find that it was true. It was unusual for him to form a connection like this so early in his mission, but he wanted her safe. As safe as he could make her. He was sure that some god was laughing at the irony of his situation somewhere. "Do you?"

"Feel safe?" Relena nodded, a sad smile on her face. "I barely know you. I don't understand why I feel so safe and comfortable around you."

It didn't comfort Heero to hear that she the same way that he did and he turned away from her grumpily. "Sleep." He said, and pulled the covers up to his chest. "We can talk in the morning."

Relena stared at his back, millions of questions echoing in her head, and she doubted that she'd be able to sleep at all. A yawn shook through her body, and she blinked sleepily before closing her eyes. Maybe he was right. There would be plenty of time to talk in the morning.

Author's Note: This is one of my favourite stories. There's so much of me that goes into this fic that it's hard not to become attached. I can only hope that you guys like it as much as I do, and review. Thanks to everyone who reviewed the first chapter, and btw... 'Trapped Within Two Worlds' will be the next fic updated.