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Chapter 3

Milliardo watched his sister trudge silently to her office. She had bags under her eyes indicating several nights of lost sleep. There was no light in her eyes, no music to her laughter. She seemed almost like a ghost of her former self. “It is just so unfair,” he thought to himself for probably the hundredth time. “Only three more days… Please God, can’t he be the one who could make her happy? I know it’s asking a lot…”

His wife, Noin, interrupted him from his train of thought. “We just got back the preliminary report on Jacob Quincy. You might want to come take a look.”

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Inside her office, shut off from the world, Relena couldn’t help but think of Heero. “It has been more than four years,” she said to herself. “He’s not coming back.” The thought brought tears to her eyes, but she blinked them back stubbornly.  “Again?” she scolded herself. “Just when I think I couldn’t possibly cry another tear…” She got up and walked over to the window. She looked out over the lush green landscape, and the pain fell from her face. Relena saw her reflection in the glass, and fixed a calm, almost blank expression on her features. The look in her eye was more than resolution, it was a look blazing with intensity. “I must do this, for peace. So people won’t have to fight,” she said out loud. “So he won’t have to fight anymore… Oh Heero, you will not let me love you, so I give you this last gift. Peace. May you never have to fight again.”

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Somewhere on L1 colony, two figures met in darkness. There were few words exchanged. They switched duffel bags, nodded, and went their separate ways.

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Heero sat down in front of his laptop, disk in hand. “This is my last transmission,” he said as he typed the words. A few seconds passed, then he inserted the disk and uploaded the information. As the upload finished, he typed out a single sentence, “Be on your guard, they plan to kidnap the Princess.”

He clicked his laptop shut, and turned to Dr. J. “All right, I’m ready, now,” he said to the somewhat mad scientist. Heero moved over to sit on something similar to a hospital bed. Dr. J immediately started placing electrodes on Heero’s head. He lay back on the bed, and the doctor strapped him down before turning on a machine. Current flowed through Heero’s body as every muscle tensed, almost lifting him off the surface. Images flowed through his mind in a steady stream….

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Milliardo finished looking over the report on Jacob Quincy, Relena’s husband-to-be, and pretended to bang his head on his desk. Noin laughed half-heartedly.

“It’s not funny, “Milliardo said, scowling.

“I know it’s not, but it could be worse.”

“How? According to this report he’s a lazy, arrogant, womanizing jerk! Relena will hate him, and there’s nothing we can do now. Forgive me, Relena,” he said as he buried his face in his hands.

Noin moved over and placed her hands on her husband’s back. “Relax. It won’t be that bad. As determined as Relena is, she’ll be the one to change him. And if not, then they can always just live in separate homes, or get a divorce someday.”

Milliardo pulled his hands away from his face to give his wife a black look. “You’re not helping. She’s miserable, and I don’t understand why. It’s not just this arranged-marriage thing, there’s something else. Something she’s keeping from me, and I hate that.”

Noin laughed. “Men. You really don’t have a clue, do you?”

She was met with another dark look. Her face took on a serious expression.

“As much as you don’t want to hear this, she loves Heero, and….”

“It’s been over four years, she should be over him by now,” Milliardo said rising from his chair, anger distorting his delicate features.

“And maybe she is, but she’s having to let go all over again. It’s final this time, she’s getting married, and she can’t have him now, even if he did come back.”

“She told you this?”

“No, I just…know.”