Killing Blow
The wind created from the force of his blow ruffled her uniform skirt, teased blonde locks. He had never bothered to use his monitor to focus on a single individual before. Her upturned face was wondering and unafraid. It was strange, he decided, looking upon her from such a height when not twenty minutes ago, they had been so much closer.
'You just can't shove your Gundam's shield through someone once you've learned the scent of their perfume', Heero reasoned much later, trying to sort through his thoughts. He thinks, 'You just can't kill someone once you know they're beautiful...'