After realizing how short the last two chappys were, i opted to combine them into this final chapter. hope you enjoyed my first ever GW fic!!
After an hour of silence, Heero's eyes snapped open as his mind screamed in alarm. In an instant he was concealed in the shadows, gun in and, staring at the silhouette on the balcony.
His natural instincts screamed at him to attack immediately, but the soldier within him ordered patience.
As the figure took his time picking the lock on the balcony doors, Heero fought his growing anger, forcing his body to wait in the shadows silently for the right time to strike.
Relena's deep, dreamless sleep was suddenly interrupted when she felt a cold wind blow into her room. Sitting up, she had a strange feeling of tightness in her chest upon noticing the open balcony doors.
Although initially she thought it could be Heero's doing, she somehow knew that it wasn't….he was not one to leave the doors wide open.
Attempting to squint through the darkness, she reached over for the lamp on the table next to her, and felt a rough hand grasp her wrist to the point of cutting off circulation.
Although not entirely unexpected, she still couldn't help but tremble as she was pressed back onto the bed. The hand on her wrist moved to cover her mouth, stuffing a piece of cloth so far that she couldn't scream, gasp, or do anything but gag.
She stared at the black form of the man above her, and for some reason, felt more anger toward him than fear.
The fear, however, was there, and it threatened to consume all other emotions as the seconds passed.
Closing her eyes tightly, Relena sucked in cold air as the assaulter proceeded to rip apart her nightgown.
She gripped fistfulls of the bed sheets she lay on, and bit down on the gag in her mouth, preparing for the worst.
But it never came.
Her eyes flew open as the weight on her body disappeared. Now nearly adjusted to the darkness in the room, she ripped the cloth from her mouth and watched in shock as two figures engaged in a personal battle.
In a fit of what he guessed to be rage, Heero rolled across the floor, pulling the man with him.
Swiftly dodging several punches aimed at his head, he brought his gun down to knock the attacker out.
Unfortunately, his grip on the gun was altered by accumulated sweat on his palms, and it was knocked from his hand, sent flying across the room.
Stunned at how quickly he'd lost his weapon, he failed to notice the knife coming his way until it was inches from his heart. Evading the small but deadly blade, his eyes narrowed as the adversary launched another attack.
Using his own quick reflexes, Heero snatched the knife from the man's hand, and, grasping it firmly, tackled him to the floor.
Pinning him down, he momentarily lost self-control as he drove the sharp metal into the enemy's stomach.
As a shriek of pain filled the room, Heero and Relena both looked toward the door as the light as turned on.
In the doorway, Zechs, Noin, and nearly everyone else stood gawking in the doorway, staring down at the dark puddle of blood that had formed on Relena's carpet.
In a nervous attempt to break the tension, Duo cleared his throat and chuckled.
"Damn, Heero, could you take your job any MORE seriously?"
-It had been nearly twenty-four hours since the attack took place, and already it was covering the news.
The man was identified as Malachi Larson, a former OZ soldier who had been driven to the brink from the wars.
His trial was yet to be determined, but it was more than likely a mental facility was in his future.
It was an exhausting day for all in the mansion, even those who had not witnessed anything. The press didn't let up until nightfall.
Knowing full well that the media would again be at her doorstep come morning, Relena sighed while staring at the black ceiling of her room.
A small, quiet yawn escaped her and closed her eyes, relieved that this threat was finally over.
Now, Heero would no longer have a reason to follow her around. It was like he was playing a game of cat and mouse…and she was certainly not the cat.
Her eyes popped open in realization.
She hadn't seen Heero all day; he had disappeared when the reporters arrived.
The only conclusion was that he had left…again.
And, as usual, it would be unknown how long it would be before she saw him again, if ever.
As she thought more about it, she began to feel a mixture of hurt and bitterness.
He had shown up, saved her, and then vanished without a word.
The circles they ran around each other was tiring and frustrating.
But mostly, it was painful.
Anger seeped into her thoughts for just a moment, before she shook it away to be replaced by sadness.
"Damn you, Heero…"
"Well, that's nice. I almost kill a guy to save your virginity, and you condemn me to damnation. That's not like you, Relena."
She shot up in bed at the deep and sultry voice that floated to her ears from across the room.
"Heero? I…didn't know that you were here." She stuttered, embarrassed and ashamed at her previous statement.
She was shocked, however, to hear what she could have sworn to be a chuckle.
"That was the idea. I would have left earlier, but I realized I had forgotten something."
Not sure of exactly what to say, Relena watched as Heero stepped from the shadows, casually approached the bed, and pulled her toward him to kiss her with an intensity she'd never known before.
As their connection deepened, she felt him set her onto the floor, grasp her shoulders, and push her against the wall.
Smiling, she remembered the last time this had happened to her. The only difference was, this time, she really wasn't afraid.