I don't own Gundam Wing or any of its characters, I just like playing with them.
Chapter 2
It had been raining all day long. Now it was just a gentle drizzle, but it was enough to scare people out of the streets and into their houses. Not all people though.
A mysterious figure could be seen walking through the dense fog on the silent street. Even more silent was the figure, which, due to its size and form could be undoubtedly described as male. His footfalls were unintentionally silent and he walked with a stealth that could be compared to that of a panther's.
A dark trench covered most of his long, slim but muscular body. Underneath his coat he was wearing a pair of jeans and a simple, dark blue shirt.
A mob of dark unruly brown hair covered his head. Order did not exist in it and it made a person wonder if the man had ever used a comb. But his hair did not need to be combed, its untamed state only added mystery and looks to the man's already handsome face.
Very handsome face.
A perfect, straight nose and thin-but-full lips occupied his face. His most mesmerizing features though, were his eyes. Steeled with determination, they were a most uncommon tone of dark blue; the color the sky takes at night; Prussian blue. Those eyes held years and years of silent suffering, impossibly wise for the youth's age; a deep sadness and desperation filled those twin gorgeous orbs of blue.
Only if you were looking for it you would see it. That small flicker of hope that would appear in his eyes whenever thoughts of a unique person would cross the youth's mind.
Hope.
It was small, that flicker of hope, but it was enough to keep him going.
It was all he had left after all.
It were thoughts of her that made him want to continue, though he didn't know why. Despite everything that had happened, her image still occupied his mind; her face still haunted and tainted him. It was always there. No matter what he did, no matter what he thought, Relena would somehow find her way into his mind.
Relena…
The name alone stirred unusual emotions and feelings within himself. That was strange. Especially since he wasn't supposed to feel.
He was the Perfect Soldier after all.
But still, no matter what he tried to do, just imagining her face would make him feel warm and fuzzy.
And warm and fuzzy were things the Perfect Soldier SHOULD NOT be feeling.
But then, he wasn't the Perfect Soldier anymore. Was he?
This unnerving train of thoughts had been bothering him for the last two years.
Two years since the Wars had ended.
Two years since the peace had settled in.
Two years since he had seen her.
He had tried to understand (many times in fact) those feelings that Relena stirred in him. And though in his subconscious he had a pretty good idea of what exactly was happening to him, he stubbornly refused to acknowledge it.
Still, it had been this train of thoughts that had brought him here, all over from the Colony L-1, to Earth, to Brussels.
To walk down the streets in search of her, all wet and cold from the drizzle and the chilly air.
It had been Duo, his self-proclaimed best friend, who had finally convinced Heero to confront Relena. Duo's strategy had been to simply inform Heero of Relena's state. No encouragement had been needed. Her situation had been enough.
Apparently, her faithful butler's death had triggered something in her and, after two years of never ending work and depression, the 18 year old girl had finally snapped.
He didn't blame her. From what he knew, being the Vice Foreign Minister had really been a straining job, and what with her adoptive mother's death and her brother's complete disappearance, she had been left completely alone to her job. With only the faithful Pagan to help her out. Duo and Hilde were always there with her, but there was only little they could do to cheer her up.
Now Pagan was also gone, and from what he knew, she had left the Darlian's mansion to live in a house in a more private and deserted neighborhood. All alone.
Heero Yuy frowned at that. He didn't like the idea of Relena living alone.
He didn't like it one bit.
Prussian blue eyes looked up towards the sky. The sun hadn't come out the entire day, but even without the sun, it was easy to tell it was getting darker. The drizzle had not stopped though.
Heero looked at himself. He was soaked. Completely soaked.
Well, after walking for hours under the rain he wouldn't have expected any less. He didn't care anyway. Right now his mind was set on finding Relena.
He suddenly realized he hadn't been paying attention to where his feet had been taking him. A little annoyed at himself, he looked at his surroundings, his eyes alert to everything, even in the night's darkness. A small yellow sign caught his attention and upon reading Pine Tree he realized he had arrived at her street.
His sense of direction wasn't so rusty after all.
He resumed his walking, but not for long. Heero's feet stopped in front of a gravel path that led to a nice house. It was the biggest one out of the entire neighborhood, not enough to be considered a mansion, but big enough in itself. Perfect for Relena.
It had a nice, big, front backyard covered with lush, green grass. The rain droplets in the grass leaves shining with the light reflected from the moon gave the place an ethereal feel, and the big pine trees that were scattered all over the place gave one the feeling of being in the middle of the forest. He liked it.
The house had a nice, wooden front porch, ideal for sitting there on hot summer nights.
The house in itself was very pretty, Victorian style, with wooden carvings on the many windows, and a dark, wooden roof covered the top of the house.
Relena had good taste.
Determined, Heero gave a nervous sigh (though he would never admit he was nervous) and quietly started walking over to the porch.
He stopped in his tracks however, when his eyes caught a flicker of movement. With quick reflexes, he dashed behind a pine tree so as not to be discovered.
He let a few seconds pass before looking back to where he had detected the movement. And, sure enough, there, on one of the body-long windows a human figure could be seen.
Everything was dark, and though no lights on the house were on, Heero knew perfectly well who the owner of the figure was.
The moment his heart (or what was left of it) started doing strange somersaults in his chest he knew it could only be her. He was only further confirmed when the hairs on the back of his neck started standing up.
Though he wasn't close to the house he could still define her delicate features. Her hair took a silver color from his standing spot and two sparkling diamond eyes could be distinguished. She was holding a dark bundle in her arms, it moved. That most have been what caught his attention in the first place. A cat, if he wasn't wrong.
He never was.
Suddenly the curvy, feminine figure started walking away and was soon out of his sight. A little worry nagged at him. Heero really hoped she hadn't seen him. He didn't want to scare her.
This thought brought him back to the dilemma of what she would do when he finally showed himself. What would he say? That she was driving him crazy and that he came to find out why? That he needed her guidance? That he couldn't, for the life of him, leave her on the memories of his past? He needed answers. Desperately.
She had always been so special. Unlike anyone he had met.
He had threatened her, promised to kill her and had even pointed his gun to her pretty chest. And what had she done? She had smiled, asked him to keep his promise, made a reverence and asked him to dance.
Then she had said she was on his side. Fighting with him.
She had lost him there.
But what had really started an inner struggle within himself had been the fact that he hadn't been able to kill her.
What had happened to him? Since when did the Perfect Soldier hesitate?
Who was this girl that was able to make him, the Perfect Soldier, contradict himself?
He had escaped that night. From her. From his battling, confusing mind. And his emotions.
It had turned out that, in reality, she was the last, lost princess of the Cinq Kingdom's Royal Family.
This discovery was what later brought her to the position of Queen of the World.
During this lapse her pacifist ideals and dreams had been formed and these ideals were what later brought her over to the battleship Libra, to her brother, and to Heero.
He still remembered the moment Duo had informed him that Relena Peacecraft was aboard Libra. He had had a sudden urge to see her, and the next thing he had known was that he was aboard a cargo ship the pilots had stolen to go to Libra to rescue her.
Now he was back, after two years. Idly, he wondered about what was about to happen.
There was no turning back now.
He looked monotonously towards the window where she had been perched before.
Now he would let his perfect soldier instincts lead him.
He was going in.
AN: Ok, so that was the second chapter, which is all I'll post for now. I need to see what people think before actually continuing with this. Thanks and please review!