Fifteen
Heero wasn't your average boy. Dr. J had made that clear to Relena. He could hack into impenetrable mainframes, pilot a mobile suit, even kill indiscriminately.
She knew she was going to learn that last part by experience.
Darlian and Peacecraft, witness and target. She wasn't so average herself, after all.
Hyped up on grief, knowledge and her own sense of fatality, she led her killer to the dance by his hand. It would be appropriate that her last one would be with him.
Funny, he was no average boy, and yet, his palm was still sweaty in her grasp.