Disclaimer: I’m too poor to own Gundam Wing because I spent too much money trying to buy the rights to Heero Yuy. I’ve never heard the word ‘NO’ so much in my life.
The words in italics are a quote from the movie Soldier, another thing I had nothing to do with. At first, it was just going to be an epigraph, but…then it wasn’t. :D
P.S.: A special thanks to Liz. The only girl with enough imagination to believe that the sound of construction work is, in fact, the sound of Gundams attacking Mass.
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“The Light to Live”
By: American Megami
The sun fought its way through the night; it’s light casting bright colors across the dark horizon. A small breath of wind blew softly and joined the sun, singing a song of welcoming to the day. Together, they made their journey across the sky, touching doorways and windowsills as they continued on their way.
The curtains of one such window fluttered softly as the wind and sunlight glided past, forces too strong to be held back by the small pieces of cloth. A man covered in darkness crept to the window quietly, flinging the heavier curtains back with a fluid gesture. The room erupted with light and the gentle sound of the breeze, causing the gloomy shadows to flee in terror.
The second set of curtains were partially transparent, covering the window but allowing the rays of light to flutter inside. The man paused for a moment, watching as the new day began. His life had once been like that black horizon. Each day dark and ominous. A constant struggle spent fighting between a life he hated and a death he couldn’t afford.
A small, twinkling light flashed onto the ceiling and across the walls of the small bedroom. The man turned to follow the light, and his eyes fell on its source; a tiny row of diamonds wrapped around a delicate finger.
But a new hope had broken through that darkness, like the sun through the night. The immense light had opened his eyes, freeing him from the black torture deep within his soul.
The man allowed his eyes to trail up a stunning arm and past a graceful neck, his breath catching in his throat as his gaze landed on the face of the angel sleeping peacefully on his bed. Her golden hair was spread about the pillows like a flame, glowing radiantly in sunlight. The shape of her flawless body was apparent even underneath the thin sheet that covered her, and he watched the rhythmic rise and fall of her breasts as if in a trance.
Almost unconsciously, the man reached out and ran his fingers through the angel’s silky tresses, resting a hand against her cheek in such a loving way he surprised himself. The angel’s own hand touched his softly as she opened her eyes, revealing a gaze as blue and beautiful as the heavens he was convinced she came from.
“Heero,” She murmured with a sigh. “Are you really here?”
“I think the proper question is, ‘Are you really here?’”
The corners of Relena’s mouth lifted into a smile as she nuzzled his palm. “We’re both here,” She murmured again. “Unless this is all a dream.”
Heero brought her left hand to his lips and gently kissed the ring around her finger. “This can’t be a dream.”
The smile widened as Relena pulled his body against her own, catching his mouth in a soul-searing kiss.
With his arms wrapped around his love’s slender waist, Heero felt no need to pay attention to the small click that sounded as the alarm beside the bed snapped on.
“…All flights will continue as scheduled. In others news today, Vice Foreign Minister Relena Darlian was married last night in a small, private ceremony. Unidentified sources tell this reporter…”
A small laugh escaped Relena’s throat, and the passionate kiss was broken softly.
“That didn’t take long at all,” She quipped. The final word passed her lips as a breathless giggle as Heero gently nipped the soft skin at the crook of her neck. “I don’t know whether to be angry or impressed with the media system.”
“How long do you think it will take them to find you?” Heero mumbled between his kisses against her neck.
“I’m not sure,” She replied, trailing her fingers down his corded arms idly. “Maybe two or three days.”
Heero lifted his head to look at the woman underneath him. “Two or three days?” He repeated. Relena smiled knowingly at the look in his eyes and nodded.
“Yeah…two or three…” Her sentence faded away as Heero’s head dipped to hers. She arched her neck and closed her eyes in anticipation of the fiery, welcomed feeling of his lips and body against hers. Just as their lips brushed together, a shrill ringing cut through the air, shattering the tender moment into a thousand pieces.
Relena fell back against the mattress with a scoff. “Or one,” She muttered, twisting her head toward a chair near the bed. An elegant white jacket had been draped across it nonchalantly, and the insistent ringing was seeping through the fabric of the coat’s pocket. She looked up at her husband’s face almost apologetically.
“My portable,” She murmured, and reached out for the offensive object.
Heero grabbed her wrist pulled her back gently. “Don’t answer it. You know who it is.”
“If I don’t answer they’ll send someone after me. You know how they are, Heero.”
Heero let out a silent groan and released her arm in defeat, allowing her to grab the communicator before it’s final ring. She clicked it on, but kept the dark shield over the screen.
She struggled to sit up without the use of her hands, causing the flimsy sheet covering her body to fall around her waist. Heero’s heart almost stopped as he gaped over her nude body, silhouetted perfectly in the warm light from the window. Every inch of her glowed in the sunlight, from her golden hued skin to her shimmering hair wafting in the gentle breeze. She constantly radiated with the same beauty and benevolence as he was witnessing now, ever since the first time he laid eyes on her 6 years ago…
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Space had been a vast and strangely beautiful place. So desolate and mysterious. It didn’t deserve to be infected by the corruptness of human life.
A Soldier does not speak until spoken to by a superior officer.
The view of Earth was particularly breathtaking from a far. Its wide, blue oceans were an unusual, but welcoming sight to many a traveler.
It was funny how those oceans were the first things to try and steal his life.
A Soldier shows no mercy. Mercy is weakness, and weakness is death.
A battle had ensued before Heero had even reached the atmosphere of Earth. He fought back quickly, like he had been taught; his actions harsh and precise, with an almost mechanical consistency. But as his gundam crashed into the ocean’s dark waters, the perfect soldier silently begged not to survive.
A Soldier is most happy when following orders.
Instinctively, he managed to free himself from the cockpit, but the ocean’s waves tried to swallow him as he fought his way to the surface. But even the fury of the sea was defeated, and Heero’s lungs stung powerfully as they filled with much needed air. A piercing white light blinded his eyes as pain shot through his body. Using the last bit off his strength, he pushed himself to the shore and sank weakly to the sand. The white light gradually faded away to blackness.
Hours later, Heero cursed inside himself as he slowly came to the brink of consciousness. A muffled, soothing voice instantly grabbed his attention, and he felt the heavy weight of his helmet leave him. He opened his eyes weakly and found himself face to face with an angel, glowing magnificently as the sun set behind her, morphing the sky into a kaleidoscope of colors.
A Soldier needs no friend or family.
War is his friend. The Forces are his family.
She was kneeling beside him, concern etched on her lovely features. He could make out the beautiful motion of her mouth as she spoke, so enchanted by the perfect shape of her lips that her words were almost inaudible. It was strange how something so forbidden to him could be so beautiful.
He later heard the names given to this angel of light. Although ‘Relena’ seemed like a name sent with music from above, she turned out to be a politician’s daughter, a princess, and a queen. Titles synonymous with assassination. Her crazy ideals were enough to get her killed, along with her powerful, fiery, and often stubborn personality. She went against every rule, every technique…everything he had ever been trained in.
But he couldn’t bring himself to kill her. There had been many times when he actually pointed his gun at her heart, threatening to take her life in his most menacing voice. But the thought of a bullet breaking through her gorgeous body, of seeing her crumpled form on the ground, losing the warmth that always surrounded her…he could never pull the trigger.
The light that came from inside her began to open his eyes. As he listened to her, he realized she spoke with wisdom beyond her years, and he found himself believing her ‘crazy ideals’ and actually defending them with all his being.
Every time they met, she would look at him with such intensity, touch him with such kindness that it overwhelmed him. He found himself dreaming about her looks, of her touches, fantasizing about glorious nights spent making love with her. Only her.
He had fallen in love.
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Heero’s thoughts returned to the present just as Relena switched her small communicator off.
“I’m sorry,” She pressed her hands against the sleek, toned muscles of his chest and pushed him to the mattress. “Where were we?”
He stared up at her from his back, watching as the sunlight once again surrounded her body, her hair cascading down one bare shoulder.
“You’re so beautiful,” Heero mused softly. “Everything about you is so beautiful.” Before Relena had a chance to register the comment in her mind, he had rolled her to her back. Their passion glazed eyes locked together, and the minutes became frozen in time. “I fell in love with you six years ago, Relena.” He whispered huskily into her ear.
In one swift movement, their mouths fused together just as lovingly as their gazes had. The communicator Relena had once clutched in her hand dropped to the floor with a soft thud as she ran her hands through his dark hair and down his muscular back. The small lights appeared on the ceiling again, dancing and flickering in the light.
The light would stay forever. It would never be dark again.
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So what’d ya’ll think?? I really got in the Valentine spirit and decided to write a romance, something I’m fairly new at. But I hope you all feel the power and inspiration of the ‘Great Day of Love’ and spread it all around! Ah. The sweet chocolate flavored, rose-colored day of romance. A ‘Happy Belated Valentine’s Day’ to you all!