Pre-notes:
So this will be the climax of the chapter. Just to beat anything to the bush, this will include references to Frozen Teardrops. While I know the worlds are 'different' I do like some of the ideas. So…I'm just going to borrow them! Muahah.
I want to state that I thanks to everyone who reviewed. It means –a lot- to me to see a review waiting for me with your thoughts/likes/dislikes. I take all of them to heart and I really look at the story and maybe take some oppies into considerations.
That's about it, so enjoy!
Disclaimer: Because I'm bad at this but if you believe I'm Japanese or part of Bandai and own this…or even sunrise you are funny. This is a work of Fan Fiction. Yup. That's it.
Darlian Dairies
A Wish form a Departed Soul
Quatre watched his friend bounce in the seat of the limo. She was dressed in all pink with her hair in a side swept pony tail. Could a person really wear too much pink? After knowing Relena for five years the answer is yes.
He wondered if she had any outfit that wasn't painted the color.
Actually he wondered if she still had that hideous pink limo….
Relena shifted a bit before leaning forward on her knees, "so…you think they'll let me pet the lions?" Blue eyes were almost glowing with a childlike innocence.
"Why on- " The blonde man shook his head, "I am sure Trowa could arrange it…but aren't you scared that it might try and eat you?" He couldn't hide his smile at the way she shook her head.
"Of course not! I mean…with both you and Trowa there I'm sure I'd be fine. You two have a natural way with animals…I mean you keep Heero from biting off your head all time, where Duo is in constant fear of his life." She beamed at him and his composure broke.
Quatre couldn't keep his laughter and his whole body shook. "True….Very true Miss Relena." The limo came to a short stop before the door was opened and the pair exited arm in arm.
"Oh I want to feed the elephants and wash them too!" She babbled off, "Do you think they'll let me try and ride a unicycle?"
Quatre just shook his head, "Was your secret dream to run away to the circus?" He tilted his head towards her.
"Maybe….when I was ten." A small blush splashed across her cheeks. "Well more like learn how to do a high flying act, you know like the big circus traipse shows?"
"Did you ever want to live a boring life?" He chuckled softly. When silence answered him, Quatre slowed his step. "Miss Relena?"
"I wasn't always like this….I think…my life was very boring up until I met Heero." The woman withdrew her arm and folded it behind her back. "It was just about school…attending political functions….the most exciting thing was when my father would take me to space with him. I was just the Darlian girl. No one really paid much attention….and most of my days were spent wishing for excitement. For my prince to drop from the sky…and save me for the mundane life I had." That was when a sad smile spread across pink lips.
"Do you regret it?"
"It would be a lie if I said I hadn't thought what my life would be like if Heero hadn't crash into my life. If my father died without me knowing his murderer….if the secret was never found. If I was 'just' a Darlian." They were just over the hill that overlooked the circus tent when Relena stopped and looked up to the sky.
Quatre waited for her to continue.
"but…that wasn't what happened. I wouldn't change a moment of it. He saved me. He killed Relena…..the old Relena. The moment he ripped up that invitation to my birthday party my life changed. That simple action was like a bullet right through my reality…my world. I had to know more about the strange transfer student, he was as much dangerous…as he was kind. It set me on an unstoppable course through the mistakes of my brother…of my birth father." She closed her eyes a moment and took a breath, "and I was reborn. He was black and I was white, neither of yielding from our points of views and always clashing but working together." This was when she turned to face him eyes full of life.
He took her hand and held it closely to his own heart. " Relena…you are truly a diamond, beautiful and with the strength to cut through even the toughest of materials." The lighter blonde said softly in his native language.
He watched her eyebrows knit in confusion but as if knowing the feeling behind them nodded. "Thank you Quatre….to whatever you just said."
"Come on," He smirked softly tugging her rest of the way down the hill, "You have an elephant to wash."
Laughing again the two made their way down to meet up with the clown.
OooOooo
The day was seriously the best one Relena had in a long time. It wasn't filled with meetings, of papers, or boring old men…instead it had laughs, awkward moments that created stories that would last a life time, and most of all friends.
The duo had showed up and Relena began her begging to help out with the animals. It took some convincing but Trowa caved to the princess. The quiet man called over his sister to join them as the four went about the daily chores of taking care of the tamed animals.
It was simple enough until Relena and Quatre began to have an evil glint in their eyes. It wasn't a second after their eyes met that the planned formed. Poor Trowa found himself in a middle of a water fight. Not one to lose he turned the tables teaming up with his sister. It had been an all-out war when Relena 'accidently' pushed Quatre into Trowa causing the two to trip in the mud and landing hard on the ground.
Relena blinked and watched the two. Quatre was cradled in the other man's arm, the clown protecting the slighter man from the fall. The two groaned as they realized what happened. The blonde was the first to pick his head up to look at his friend. "Sorry…." He muttered softly but found himself unwilling to move just yet. Trowa held him around his waist and it felt – well nice.
It was the cough from Cathy that made the two break eye contact. The woman was smiling though her hands on her hips. "Alright you two, now that you're covered in mud go and get changed! Really…!" She was laughing and looked over at the drenched minister. "You too, I can loan you some of my clothes. Come on."
Trowa just nodded but didn't make a move. Relena mused softly but looked at Cathy, "Lead the way?" She grabbed the woman's arm gently.
It was now Quatre's turn to try and get up but found it hard. The hand that was still around his waist was planted firmly there. "Trowa…it is hard to get up and get change if you aren't willing to do the 'get up' part." That and the fact was his wet body was firmly pressed up against the other males. He could feel a blush threatening his pale cheeks.
"Do you really want that?" It had a strange inflection, one the empath couldn't figure out or name. Instead, the blonde just sat his head back down on the hard chest. There was no answer for it, just a simple action.
Maybe…just maybe Trowa had a clue about his feelings.
OooOooo
Relena couldn't help but smile as she changed into a blue sweater and jeans. Cathy was there sitting in the chair of the small trailer her and Trowa shared. "You know…you aren't like what the papers say." The woman smiled leaning back.
"Oh…that's a good thing right?"
"Very good! My Trowa…well he wouldn't protect someone he didn't think was worth it. That Heero always coming in and taking him away." The woman huffed, "but…I see why. It is because of you we are able to traveling between earth and space. I am glad Trowa brings you around."
Relena wasn't sure how to take it but she was sure it was a compliment?
"Thank you…?"
Cathy just shook her head and stood, "come on, let's go see if the boy's actually got out of the mud." Linking her arm with the younger woman the two excited the trailer and went back towards the animals.
Of course Relena couldn't just take a vacation and enjoy the simple life. While, not one for self-pity unless with a fever, Relena couldn't help but internally groan when her warning bells went off.
Standing about five feet away from them was a man who dressed in a preventer's uniform. It was Rogers, Relena recognized from the shuttle ride…but what on earth was he doing here? She only had a few moments to size up the situation. It was clear he didn't belong here. It was also overly clique to think he was here to kidnap her.
Actually it was straight up paranoid.
She really did hang around Heero too much.
Relena acknowledged him and also the car that waited almost directly behind him. Narrowed eyes scanned his person and saw the familiar lump of a gun in the front pocket of his jacket.
Couldn't she just have one holiday that didn't end in a kidnapping?
"Cathy..." Relena whispered to the woman. "When I say go…go alright?"
"Relena…?"
"Mr. Rogers, you aren't due back here…can I ask why you have come for me?" Relena held his glaze waiting for his next move.
"There has been a threat on your life; I have come to collect you, please this way." He waved his unpocketed hand to the waiting unmark black SUV.
"That's fine, Cathy, I need you to go find Quatre and tell him I was collected by the preventers." Her lips were pressed in a thin line as she took her steps towards Rogers.
Nodding Cathy took a few steps away from the two and went off to find Trowa. Something was clearly wrong however she knew when to make a sacrifice count. Pointless heroic deeds was one way to get yourself or the person you are trying to save killed.
Relena waited until she was sure the other woman was out of harm's way before allowing herself to be escorted to the black van. She slipped into the SUV without fuss folding her hands in her lap.
"So…what are you kidnapping me for Mr. Roggers?" Her kind blue eyes were replaced with harsh glare as they drove away.
OooOooo
It was a long car ride coupled with a shuttle ride to some unknown location. Her captors were fairly kind to her this time around. Relena counted her escort party to be a mix of Oz, White Fang, and a few young idealistic 'revolutionist' in the mix. Those from the former OZ looked at her as if she was still queen. They flanked her on either side of her person and kept the more antagonistic former White Fang members at bay.
In her life Relena counted that from the age of 10 she has been kidnapped roughly about 5 or 6 times. The first time was a slight failure where a mysterious masked man saved her from a rebel mobile suit pilot. The second was when she met Dr. J. The third was when she was politically kidnapped and forced to be Queen. The forth was her time spent (Somewhat willingly) on Libra. The fifth was during the Eve Wars. So if she wasn't mistaken or her memory going, this would actually make sixth.
This of course was going through her mind was they escorted through a long hallway. How these people keep seemingly kidnapping was really going to hurt her feminist pride. Yet with each kidnapping, Relena knew the situation within minutes of being napped. The kidnapper however wouldn't know what would hit them.
She wasn't just some princess who needed saving. Sure, when she was 10 that may have been the case but now older and wiser Relena knew better than to 'freak out' and hurry for an escape. No, sometimes being kidnapped was the best way to get information on your enemies. It was the best way to rot their mission from within – something she learned from Heero over the years.
Relena's strength however was in how the villain of the day underestimated her own knowledge of the situation and that ability to manipulate it. Both Lady Une and Dr. J seemingly forgot she was a child of status and what that actually meant. As with most blue bloods, knowing how to be a good marksmen- or woman, was a valued trait. If royals couldn't bond over shooting helpless animals or flying white plates how on earth could the deal with each other in boring meetings of senate?
Never mind that the idea of actually hunting made her sick. It didn't mean that she didn't know her way around a firearm.
With that in mind, Relena took note that they wore their guns holstered at their waist. That was a small comfort. No one ever thought that she would resort to hand guns in terms of her escaping. After all she wasn't a pilot, but that was always a mistake people – namely Oz – made of her. It was also that assumption she was banking on if talking- or waiting – failed.
Only Noin had ever taken her seriously, and since she knew the former Oz solider would pat her down each meeting…Relena made sure not to conceal one. Of course that also changed when she tried to take on the ideals of her biological father. She however was more Dalrian than Peacecraft these days.
Blue eyes dropped to the exposed side arm of the Oz-clad solider. Relena jerked her eyes back up when they opened a set of double doors. She had to meet the new Big Bad before she did anything reckless. The former princess had to be ready. Soon she would come face to face with the new terrorist that would give her some grand speech. It would be the typical, it's your fault this happened, it's the pilots fault this happened, the world should be blah blah blah.
What she wasn't ready for was the carbon copy of Heero Yuy. He was older…by ten years but the face was none other than the man she loved and trusted with her life. He stood leaning against the old oak desk. With his arms crossed he had a smirk place smugly on his lips.
"…Heero..?" Relena couldn't help herself taking a step forward. "No…"
"Well…you are mostly right Miss Relena." The nameless man smirked and took a few steps towards her. "Wow…you really do look just like her close up…even with how you stand. If I didn't know better….I thought you were like me." He reached out to grasp a lock of her hair and held it to his lips. "Amazing genetics, you Peacecrafts…." The man who was not Heero took a step around her.
"You idiots….you shouldn't expose your firearms too closely to her. Didn't you hear how she pulled a gun on your precious Lady Une?" Relena winced as the men around her took a step back. Well, there went that plan. For a moment she had thought about reaching for one of them and aiming at this doppelganger.
Because all of a sudden she was afraid.
"Who are you? And what do you want with me?" Relena gritted her teeth but kept composure.
"Me? You can call me Odin for lack of a better name." The man mused as his eyes racked over her body shamelessly. "Really… how could they not see it? I wonder if your brother got all of her fire…but then again…it looks like you really want to hurt me right now. Where is that famous Queen like composure?" He smirked up at her before straightening his back.
"Who are you talking about?" Relena kept her eyes on him refusing to back down.
"Your Grandmother of course…the first pilot of the Zero-System…or what would be the Zero-System" Odin smirked as he moved back to his desk. "You could be her double…or clone. I wonder if they genetically altered you to look like her?" The man, her kidnapped mused as he sat on top of his desk.
"You didn't drag me off my holiday to accuse me of looking like my grandmother. What do you want from me Mr. Odin. If this is all I would kindly ask you to return me back to the colony before you give Lady Une a stomach ache from this nonsense." What was with this man! He was so…aggravating! He also looked too much like Heero. It was unsettling to have him look at her the way he was.
They were eyes of a lover.
And Heero never looked at her in that way.
The man whistled and crossed his legs, " Aaah there is that famous temper. I dragged you here because I simply need your mind Miss Relena. You are the key to unlocking the prototype that I want. It seems the Talgease was first piloted by your grandmother wearing the mask of the Marquise. Fitting of course because that is how your brother got his name. It was also why he was able to fly that beast of a machine."
Relena waited for the punch line to this sick joke. Her grandmother? Queen of the Sanq kingdom was a pilot?
"Now you must be asking yourself, oh how could my grandmother! Mother of the prefect pacifist be a pilot! Simple… because your family believed so strongly in peace that they could also be considered the main enforcer of it. I have here on record a large number of bases that she attacked in order to defend her kingdom…she was a very vicious fighter. Also…" He jumped off the desk again, smirking, "She killed the original Heero Yuy."
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Post Notes: I was going to write more….Really I was. Yet I couldn't. I love ending it here!
There are some things I like about this chapter and some things I don't. But This is the climax! I am thinking about two more chapters after this one.
The next one will be rather long and then chapter six will be the final one. I must say I have been REALLY enjoying writing this. Recently I just cosplayed Relena. It was so much fun getting pictures with my cosplay group. I was about to cry from happiness.
Over the next two weeks before I start on five, I'll be re-working the first few chapters. I am not 100% with three.
Here is the teaser:
Over 60 years ago there was once a romance. This story became one about a warrior princess and a man from the stars. The warrior thought that the only way to protect peace was to use a sword. There was no such thing as complete peace with humans. She coined it an endless waltz – a phrase a young revolutionary would use in the future.
The man from the stars believed it possible. That there was hope and as long as there was such a thing people would find it in their hearts to lay down weapons. The two of them were in constant state of war. This push and pull would form a great love story….until one day
The man who created such hope was murdered – his assassin never caught.
It sparred a revolution he sought for.
But…did that man really die?