Here is the next part of my new GW fic. I hope that you had enjoyed the previous
parts. At last, GW doesn’t belong to
me. Meaning standard disclaimers still
apply to my new GW fic. Well, that’s it
for now. Enjoy!
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By: Era-chan
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Relena lay quietly on her bed, staring sightlessly at the ceiling of
her room. The others had left her,
realizing that she needed the time for herself to grieve. She tried not to relieve the memory of that
time, which had only been seven hours ago.
Through disbelieving ears, she had heard Quatre tell the others that
there was no sign that any survivors, including Heero, could have survived the
explosion.
Her musings were interrupted when she felt another presence. His presence. Without getting off the bed, she turned her
head, and saw him. “You.”
The dark figure walked inside.
“Yes. Me.”
Relena slowly sat up. They
stared at each other, letting the silence hang between them. Then she smiled and threw herself at
him. He possessively embraced her
within his arms. She gave a sob. “I thought I lost you,” she whispered, her
voice muffled from where it lay on his chest.
He took her face between his hands and raised it so that his hungry
eyes could look at her own. “You will
never lose me, angel.” He began to
lower his face towards hers. Before his
lips met hers, he whispered, “This time, no one will take you away from
me. Ever.”
Relena surrendered to her dark angel’s ministrations. She had been torn between two men, but not
anymore. She had chosen him, her
dark angel, the other half to her light angel.
She need not fear him, now that he was here, in the flesh. With all her being, she let him possess
her. Heart, body, and soul.
Afterwards, the lovers lay entwined on the rumpled bed. His hand lay on her belly, caressing
it. He had given her the gift of love,
which was now inside her, waiting until it was born.
“He’s going to be fine.”
He stared at her silver eyes, loving the way that she looked at him,
her love so bright and beautiful, he could have wept, if he could. “Hai, he is.”
“You wanted me to get pregnant.”
He didn’t refute it. “I wanted
to start a family, now that we have a second chance to do so.” He scowled.
“This time they won’t separate us.”
“Hush.” She caressed his lips
with her finger. “We’re together
now. Not even they could
separate us now. I won’t let
them.” There was a stubborn note in her
voice.
“Me neither.” He gathered her
close. They lay like this for a moment,
and then he gently pulled away. “We
better get dressed, angel. We still
have to contend with the others.” His
hand took hers and pulled her to her feet.
“Do you still have those clothes that I left behind?”
Relena nodded, even as she went to her closet. She gasped as she felt herself being pulled
back toward a hard, masculine chest.
“That’s good,” he purred. “But
let’s shower first.” He muffled her
laughter with his mouth, even as he moved them toward the bathroom. He closed the door after them, cutting of
the protests of his light angel from the room.
The group was silent, the news of their friend’s death still on their
mind. Milliardo stared near the stairs,
worried for his younger sister. Their
friends knew that she was taking it hard, since she did loved Heero so much. Even he knew that she loved his rival,
though he wouldn’t admit it to anyone else, including himself. The only person who could have beaten him
was gone. He felt his hand being
squeezed and turned his gaze to the sympathetic one of his beloved.
Before he could speak, however, he saw two figures come down the
stairs. He had long black hair that was
longer than his own or the braided boy, with black eyes to match his hair. Not the same as the Chinese boy, but more
darker, if black could get any darker, that is. The boy had an aura of power, palpable to the group.
Milliardo got up from his perch.
“Who are you?” he demanded.
The boy raised his brow, but ignore the question. He sat down on a chair, pulling Relena onto
his lap.
Milliardo took a step toward them.
“Answer the question.”
The boy stared at him for a long moment. Finally, he spoke as he saw that the older man was about to lose
patience. “You don’t remember me,
Zechs?”
The
group gasped. It was Duo who voiced
their suspicion.
“Heero?”
Heero
shrugged. “What?”
“How…? What…?” Duo swallowed and tried again. “What happened to you?”
Heero
contemplated his answer. “I was nearly
finished with the last bomb when a scientist shot a needle at me. I shot him and pushed the detonator button. I figured that I was going to die since the
potion was for the ‘pure’ souls.” He
smirked. “Looks like they were wrong.”
Quatre
shook his head. “But you couldn’t have
survived the explosion, Heero.”
Duo
turned to Quatre. “Come on,
Quatre. This is Heero we are talking
about. He can survive anything.” He turned to his ‘best’ friend. “You did survive, right Heero? I mean, you didn’t die, right?”
“No,
I’m not dead, if you must know.
Truthfully, I wouldn’t have survived the explosion, since I was near the
bomb. But the potion took effect and I
used my powers to save myself.”
Meiran,
who had kept silent, asked a question.
“Which potion was that?”
Heero
smirked. “The same potion that they
gave to Relena.”
Midii,
who had also been silent since arriving to the Peacecraft mansion, also spoke
at last.
“You
know, I was always curious about our success.
Why did we survived and not the others?” Midii asked.
“Good
question. It’s really simple. We were successful because the potions
didn’t change us. It just released our
true self.”
“What
do you mean?”
“In
another time, we were different beings.
For instance, Relena is an angel.
Meiran there is a dragon. And
Midii is a nymph, an earth being with magical powers. We died and were reborn, but our powers were locked away.”
“Are
you an angel, Heero?”
“I
am.”
This
revelation unnerved the group. Trowa
stared at Midii, while Wufei stared at Meiran.
They didn’t know what to do.
Before they could decide any future actions, however, Heero spoke again.
“Look,
the base in the Moon was not the only one that they have. I just destroyed it. There are others, smaller ones that still
dangerous. I’m going to destroy them
as soon as possible.”
“No!” Relena grabbed Heero’s arm with her
own. “Mamo-chan, don’t go.”
Heero
kissed her temple. “I must, angel. I’m used to them and you are not. That’s why you can’t change your
appearance.” With that said, Heero
swiftly changed his hair and eye color to the ones that the others knew best.
Milliardo
frowned. “What does that mean?”
“It
means,” and Heero rose from the chair, leaving Relena upon it. “That I’m a dark angel while Relena is a
light angel.”
“What
is the difference between the two?”
“The
white angels are more peaceful and never kills, but harms. The dark angel are more wicked and kills
without cause.”
“That’s
not true! You’re not like them,
Mamo-chan!” Relena grabbed his hand and
held on to it tightly.
“Tell
that to them, angel.” Bitterness
colored his tone. “They were aghast and
attempted to separate us. Well, not
this time. This time I won’t let them.”
“Neither
will I.” Relena gazed lovingly at him.
Milliardo
was still in shock over his sister’s revelation, but not enough to let his
older brother instinct lay to rest. Yet
before he could utter a word, Heero turned his gaze toward him. With steel in his voice, he halted the older
man in his tracks. “I wouldn’t do
anything, Zechs. You may be the brother
of Relena both in the past and the present, but this time you won’t succeed in
separating us again.” He had a
rueful smile on his face when he saw the reaction of the older man. “Yes, you are also a light angel. In fact, the best of the light warrior
angels, powerful in your own right. But
unlike you, even as I am younger than you, I’m still powerful. And you realize it also, you just won’t
admit it. Even then, you realized how
powerful your sister and I were, and we still have the same connection as
before.” He tensed. “But you are too late. Our battles, our rivalry, our animosity
cannot separate my angel and I from each other.” He glared at the older man.
“You were one of the people who led the trial of separating us. You fought against me, and know my
flaws.” He turned his gaze to the woman
who had sat beside the older man. “In
the past, you had tried to stop him when you realized what was between Relena
and I, but your realization was too late.
You were also a party of the group, and though this time you are trying
to rectify yourself, your efforts are still not enough.” Power grew stronger from him, as he
remembered the past, the anguish he had felt, when he was torn from his angel’s
side. It streaked around the room,
making the people wince in reaction.
His eyes, so blue, deepened until it was black. He clenched and unclenched his hands, trying
to suppress his anger from erupting.
When he neared the point of no return, a calm feeling blossomed in his
mind, soothing him until his anger was eased.
His eyes returned to the Prussian blue that everyone knew, which he
turned them to the silver eyes of his beloved.
Relena
smiled at him, a plea in her eyes.
Heero
hesitated for a moment, and then he gave a barely perceptible nod. He slowly returned to the older couple. “Be glad that Relena still loves you both
and has forgiven you. Unlike her, I’m
not easy handing my forgiveness. Though
you earned my respect now, a part of me still hold a grudge against you
both. Heero has no qualms against you,
but my past self does. I am Heero. I am also the dark angel, the prince of the
dark angels.”
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Well, that’s it for now.
I’ll be working at the next part of this fic. If you want to read the previous parts or any of my fics, then go
to Era-chan’s Lovely Little Corner. Until then…