Her eyes observed him as he brushed pass a fellow preventer, and for whatever odd reason could vividly picture him swiftly spinning on his heel, and cleanly snapping the young man's neck.
She didn't know where the thought had come from, and it unnerved her slightly, yet deep down it provided a profound feeling of security. She was happy knowing that the man she was 'dating' was a trained soldier who could kill at her disposal. She knew she would never utilize this power, nor would she ever want him to kill anyone anyway, but all the same it made her feel powerful.
She continued to scrutinize him, and his little nuances as he continued to walk up and down the aisles. She smiled inwardly,
'Even his stride was lethal.'
The steps he took were deliberate and carefully measured. Close enough to ensure stability, yet far enough provide easy maneuverability just in case he was required to partake in any "strenuous" activity. He moved with the fluid grace of man who knew he could kill with little effort. Had he not been a soldier, she surmised he would've been a fine athlete if he had continued at the academy they, or rather she attended when they were younger. He was barely there for a full week.
As he walked he held his head high and stiff, emitting an almost regal air. All the while his eyes darted everywhere, scrutinizing everyone and everything as a potential threat. They perused the rafters up above and the thousands of empty seats that filled the arena. Never stopping on any single item for too long.
Relena sat in her chair on the main stage and watched as he glanced at another operative and gave an imperceptible nod. Then he drifted off toward the left corner of the room near the two main double doors. He leaned his back against the wall while folding his arms over his chest and let his head drop faintly as he closed his eyes. His unruly bangs fell slightly and shadowed the upper part of his face.
All that was perceptible were his nostrils downward.
It was a tad hard to make out considering she was at one end of the stadium and he was far off in the corner, but still she could see enough. She wondered for a moment if he had become bored with his patrol and decided to catch a nap, but she knew better. Even from that distance she could see his lips moving and instantly knew he was speaking through his earpiece to the various Preventers stationed around the complex.
To anyone else he would have appeared asleep or completely bored and disinterested, but she knew that he was probably the most active one in the building. Listening to the preventers in the security booth and Une back at headquarters, doing a mental checklist of the orders he was given at the briefing, going over the list of diplomats and civilians that were to be in attendance, and so forth.
A small smile tugged at her lips, 'I'm finally thinking like the great Heero Yuy.'
The back of her mind wondered if he knew she was watching him. She fiddled with the thought of dropping her pen or coughing to catch his attention, but the more she thought of it the more it seemed to suit the antics of a teenage girl.
Instead she contented herself with finally being the one that watched him rather than the other way around.
"I'm watching you," She whispered in a sing-song tone.
As the words left her lips, Heero's eyes snapped open and he tilted his head in her direction.
Icy cobalt blue made contact with soft aquamarine.
Startled by his sudden reaction she blushed and ducked her head, pretending to be going over her speech. She silently mouthed the words in order to give the impression that she had in fact been reading all along, and only met his glare by sheer chance.
Had she looked up she would've seen him smirk.
After a minute or so, she figured that he must have bought her bluff and resumed his activities. Raising her head slowly, still mouthing the words just in case, she looked to see what he was doing. When her eyes finally left the paper however, he was gone.