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Chapter 5
Heero got up and walked over to the door, yanking it open. His eyes scanned the hallway. Nothing. He walked back into the room, his jaw clenched in anger. “I’ll kill him.”
Heero quickly dressed and then sat down to wait for his roommate. He crossed his arms and leaned back in the chair. “I’ll kill him, I swear.”
About a half-hour later, the door opened. Brian walked in carrying his coat, whistling a tune and smiling happily. In a flash, Heero had him pinned against the closed door. “Where is it?” Heero demanded, his right forearm pressed ruthlessly against the young man’s throat, crushing his larynx.
“What?” Brian croaked.
“You were in my desk. You took something that belongs to me.”
Brian’s face was an unhealthy crimson color. Amidst desperate gasps for air, he managed to nod his head slightly. “I….I..just looked. I..was….going to give…back..”
Heero released him, and Brian bent over to try and catch his breath.
“Where is it, Brian?”
“One…second,” Brian declared breathlessly.
“NOW!”
Brian stood up sharply and saw the look on his friend’s face. His brown eyes widened in fear. He stepped over to his dresser and opened the bottom drawer. He pulled a picture frame out from under some folded shirts and handed it to Heero.
“I saw it in your desk one day, and thought it belonged in a frame. It was going to be a surprise. I thought a girl that pretty didn’t belong hidden away in a desk drawer,” he said quietly.
Heero looked at his roommate, then down at the newly framed photograph. “Thank you,” he said tersely, the words sounding foreign on his lips.
Brian shrugged and turned away. “You’re not going to tell me who she is, are you?”
Heero was still gazing at the picture. It had been taken the night of the party at St. Gabriel’s Academy. They were both wearing their school uniforms; his looked like a tux with a lacy collar from another time, hers a pretty burgundy dress. They appeared deceptively young and carefree. The camera didn’t seem to know their conversation. She had asked if he was still going to kill her. He had answered ‘yes’ while dancing with her; it had felt so strange to hold her close - so strange, yet so comforting.
“Hello?” Brian’s voice interrupted his thoughts.
His head snapped up and he glared at Brian again.
“She’s no one you know,” Heero growled.
“You look good together. Ya’ll were a lot younger then, huh?”
“Hn.”
“High school sweetheart?”
Heero glared daggers at him. Brian laughed. “I guess not.” He crossed the room to look at the picture again.
“She looks familiar,” Brian said pensively.
Suddenly, the photo was jerked away possessively, and Heero put it back in his desk.
Brian looked confused. “Whatever, man. I don’t get you. I’ve been rooming with you for a year and a half, and I still don’t understand you at all.” He shook his head.
Heero shrugged. “It’s not for you to understand,” he stated simply.
Brian walked over to his desk and pulled out a folder. He tossed it on Heero’s desk. “Here. These are your assignments. I won’t bother waiting for a ‘thank you’, so I’ll just tell you that you’re welcome. And you owe me a hundred bucks for that doctor’s note. The coach was gonna bench you.”
Heero snorted. “Yeah, right.”
“You know he doesn’t tolerate prima donnas. He thinks you’re getting a big head, being the starting center striker and only a sophomore.”
Heero shrugged and picked up the folder on his desk. He flipped through the assignments, and stopped. “What is this?” he asked, pointing to a paper on essay requirements.
“Oh, that.” Brian looked down nervously. “Dr. Minsler changed up our history syllabus in light of current events.”
Reading from the paper, “In your own words, explain why the Earth Sphere Unified Nation declared Relena Peacecraft-Darlian’s actions regarding the Soldier Protection Act treasonous. Base your opinions on prior case law and the wording of the E.S.U.N. charter.” He looked up from the paper, and demanded furiously, “What the hell is this?”
“A required essay assignment?” Brian said weakly. He remembered the scene at the student center a few days ago and took a step back.
“Like hell it is!” He tore the paper from the binder, and crumpled it in his fist.
“Heero, that’s a whole test grade. Dr. Minsler….”
Heero smirked. “I won’t write it. They can’t make me write it.”
“If you don’t, you could fail the class. Then you’d be out your scholarship, and the soccer season.
Heero shrugged. “I won’t write it.”
“I don’t understand why it’s such a big deal. So, you don’t agree with what they did. Get over it. No one said you had to believe what you write for a school assignment.”
Heero glared at him. “You wouldn’t understand.”
“No! I guess I don’t. I watched those conventions; I saw that final meeting. She overstepped her bounds. She thinks she’s so high and mighty 'cuz she was once ‘Queen of the World’ and somebody finally stepped up and put her in her place….” The rest of his sentence was cut off by Heero’s fist smashing into his face. Brian’s head jerked to the right from the force of the blow. Suddenly, in his mind the last piece to the puzzle seemed to fall into place.
“It’s her, isn’t it?” He asked, rubbing his jaw painfully.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Heero said flatly.
“In the picture, that’s why she looked familiar. You’re in love with her.” Brian would have smiled if his face didn’t hurt so much.
“I don’t love her - the girl in the picture. I still don’t know what you’re saying about her looking familiar,” Heero lied, shooting his friend a warning glare.
“Okay, let me spell it out for you.” He walked over to his desk and picked up the newspaper he had been reading. “This is Relena Peacecraft-Darlian,” he said and pointed to a picture. Then he went over to Heero’s desk and started to open the drawer, but Heero moved to block him. Brian smiled in triumph. “It’s her. You’re dancing with the former Queen of the World in that photograph. That’s why you’ve been so upset lately, because that’s your girl those ESUN guys are after.”
Heero grabbed him by the shirt collar. “She hadn’t been Queen of the World, yet, in that picture. And she’s not my girl,” he hissed. “And if you tell anyone I know her, I’ll kill you where you stand.”
“But you admit it!”
“Admit what?”
“That you’re in love with her.”
“I told you that I don’t love her,” he said and released Brian’s collar.
Brian smirked, “Then why’d you destroy that poor innocent television set in the student center?”
“She’s a friend. And she was just doing what she believed was right. ESUN’s wrong on this.”
“You’re not afraid of the Gundam pilots?”
“I live in fear of them everyday. I don’t want to go back to fighting. They’re not any more or less likely to cause trouble than former OZ soldiers, or White Fang members. But I don’t see ESUN locking them away.”
Brian frowned. “Good point. I never thought of it that way.”
“Hn.”
“So, what’s she like? I always wondered…” Brian smirked. “I mean, she must be something really special that keeps you so faithful. I mean you don’t even date….”
Heero cut him off, “She’s not my girl.” He glared at Brian again.
“Oh, come on! Any idiot can see the way she was looking at you in that picture. When was that taken, by-the-way?”
Heero sighed and rubbed his temples. His head still ached from his hangover, and he knew that Brian was never going to shut-up without giving him a few details. “We were fifteen….”
AN: Chapter 6 will be coming soon, I promise. We’re going to skip ahead 2 years and see what everyone is doing. Thanks for reading! - Rose