Feline Fatale
I unfortunately don't own the G-boys; if I did I would be much happier, wallowing in money. Nor do I own Catwoman, in any of her forms, which this story is based on. So don't bother suing; I don't have anything, I'm a poor college student people! Unless of course you want a couple blood thirsty dust bunnies….I got plenty of those. Comments are always appreciated….craved actually. REVIEWS! I NEED REVIEWS. Uh…sorry….I'm ok now. So please, review; let me know what you liked, what you didn't, the good, the bad and the ugly basically. However flames will be laughed at, so I wouldn't even bother.
Prologue:
It was always the same, the same meetings, the same people, the same problems. I was trapped, and I didn't know how to get out. Everywhere I turned there were security officers…people whose duty it was to protect me. In other words, they make sure I have no life other then that of "Vice Foreign Minister". How I hated those three little words that by themselves mean very little, but together are a heavy title to bear. Each day I wake up, not to the freedom of going to school, or going to a normal nine to five job, or going out to spend time with my friends…as if I have any…but to the never ending responsibility of being 'Vice Foreign Minister Peacecraft'. I often wonder if I do truly have friends anymore…or even if I ever did…I think perhaps the closest thing to a friend is Quatre Raberba Winner, that and maybe Heero Yuy. )))snort((( No, I stand corrected; I would like to have Heero as a friend, more then a friend to be truthful, but at least a friend. But, no, I am a symbol of peace that must be protected at all costs, and icon…a mission. Yes, that is all I am to Mr. Heero the fucking Perfect Soldier Yuy…a fucking mission. What? Didn't think that a 'princess' could swear? Feh. I do all the time, just not aloud. After all swearing isn't becoming in Royalty now is it? Add another couple words to the ever growing list that I hate….icon, ideal, symbol, princess, queen, royalty… How I despise what I have become, what I let myself become. There isn't a day that I don't curse Romefeller for making me Queen… though I have no one to blame but myself. It all comes down to that I let them, I let them make me Queen, I let them dress me up and put me on a pedestal; and now I am trapped in this role that I allowed myself to be thrust into.
"Minister…? Are you well?" One of the delegates, the one from L4 I believe, asked me. I blinked at him, suddenly realizing that I had zoned out, lost in my own self pity.
"Of course, my apologies I was thinking about something you said…" I reply, as I recite some random piece of the man's speech back at him, some point that we had spoken on earlier to let it seem like I was paying attention…that I cared. Don't get me wrong, I had wanted peace; just not at the expense of my own freedom. Yet, those around me knew nothing of my emotional turmoil, and they probably would never find out. For I am Vice Foreign Minister Relena Peacecraft…and to them, I am not a person, I am a symbol.
I know I know...I have two stories I have yet to finish...I will be updating those. Promise! But this story has been beating around in my head for a while now, ever since I saw Catwoman. I was watching the movie and I suddenly had an idea of Relena as a kick ass Catwoman...so I had to try. I'm sorry! Please don't hurt me! But please tell me if you like it or not... I know most of the readers out there dislike Relena; and normally I do too...but in all reality she's not a bad character...she just needs to get over her Heero obsession...who belongs to Duo...normally. However, in this fic, he doesn't. (((((((dodges rotten fruit thrown by outraged fans))))) Again, I'm sorry I wanted to try something new...since I'm always writting Duo centric yaoi fics...I wanted to try something a little bit different. Besides, I've been wanting to try my hand at a none annoying Relena fic. So please, refrain from bashing 'Lena to badly. Well I hope you like it!