Consciousness 7/?

Gin Ryo no Nari

In the wonderful world of Gin anime characters live out their post-series life in bliss.  In some cases they find their true love and settle down, in others, they may destroy military bases and/or their opposing forces as much as they want.  Unfortunately, in the Real World, Companies or Corporations own them.  So the only ownership I claim is on the stuff that happens in this story and even that has been done so many times that no one can really own it.  In short, as much as I’d like to own, I don’t.  I don’t have anything of value, except for my little 92/93 Ford Escort and even little Ryo isn’t worth the cost of suing me.

 

 

Finally succeeding to activate the communicator he spoke into it.  “Sally!  Get in here now!”

 

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Relena’s POV*

 

Warmth on her lips, she gasped softly and the warmth shifted.

 

A cool wind blew through her hair as her voice echoed off the cliffside.

 

She was standing on a submarine looking at Heero.

 

Her mouth cracked open and a searching tongue entered.

 

“Milli?!”  There were loud noises all around her noises that she would later learn were the sounds of gunfire.

 

Dorothy stood before her spouting the glories of war.

 

A warm hand held onto her own tightly, keeping her from moving away from the man kissing her desperately.

 

She stood in a field of wildflowers, with the Darlians ready for a picnic.

 

A young boy, perhaps eight years old, with light blonde hair, Milliardo, kissed the scrape on her

knee before putting a bandage on it and helping her up.

 

Her free hand went up to his neck, as she kissed him back, her tongue slipping into his mouth.

 

Relena stood over the grave of her brother and lamented the loss of her last blood relative.

 

She leaned over the prone form in the pilot’s flight suit; he looked so young and yet so old at the same time.

 

The engine noise was horribly loud; Heero explored her mouth briefly, before he pulled away from her.

 

She saw Katarina Peacecraft fall, the front of her white dress painted liberally with the blood of the gaping wound just below her breasts, tears still in her now glazed eyes and dark hair falling from her styled coif.

 

“HEERO!”  She didn’t want him to go fight her brother, but he said he had to, to protect her and peace.

 

Heero looked away from her and she could barely hear him say, “I’m sorry.  I shouldn’t have done that,” over the engine noise.  “You need to go now.”

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            Relena was floating in the dark confines of her head; she didn’t know how long she had been trapped in the darkness but she feared it had been far too long.  She thought she heard something--there it was again!  She was starting to hear things!  What relief from the oppressive silence that surrounded her--Wait!  Was that Heero?  She strained her mental ears to hear what was being said.  “…Her prognosis is good.  The doctors said she was in a stable condition, her vitals and brain waves have returned to normal…” Doctors?  She was in a hospital?  What happened?  She remembered talking to Heero in her room and then--darkness?  Wait!  There was another voice--Milliardo’s.  Heero and Milliardo both!  She tried her best to connect her awareness with her body.  She strained to reach the invisible bonds that tied her to her body.

            “Heero, you should go back to your place or at least go out to the hall and get some sleep on a couch.”  Her brother and Heero were talking just as civilly with her, presumed, unconscious as they were when she was sitting there between the two of them.  She tried harder to give them some sign but she still could not do anything.  “You’ve been at her bedside for the past three days.  You’ll do her no service by neglecting yourself.  She wouldn’t want anything to happen to you because of her.”

            ‘Milliardo!’  She screamed so loudly that it deafened her, and yet it still did not reach the outside world.  ‘Heero!’  She hung her head before speaking softly to herself.  ‘I’m here.  I want to wake up.’  She shook her head resolutely and stretched out with her mind, straining, grasping, and desperately trying to capture the threads that tied her to her body.

            “I left her--I broke down, and took a shower last night.  Duo said I was going to wake her up with the stench.--A nurse stayed with her and said that her hand moved while I was gone.--I won’t leave her again, not until she wakes up and sends me away.”

            “I have to go.  Someone has to file your paperwork.”  Milliardo’s voice had the barest tint of teasing in it.  Relena was saying her brother’s name again when she felt something touch her forehead.  “Noin will be by on her lunch.  Goodbye little sister” she heard the soft click of a door being opened and closed.   She felt him touch her forehead.  She was starting to feel things again.  She had to try harder!   She could feel a sweaty palm in her hand-in fact she could feel a pins and needles sensation all over her body now.  She gathered her strength to her and shouted with all her might, ‘Heero!’ and finally she felt her body respond in accordance of her will.

 

            Heero sat in his chair at Relena’s bedside.  His hand clutched hers tightly, his thumb stroking the back of her hand absently.  “Heero.”  He looked to Relena’s face hoping to see her eyes opened and a smile upon her lips.  Instead her eyes were still closed, but her lips were parted.  She had moved.  She had spoken a whisper of his name.  “Relena?”  He whispered hoarsely.  He felt her hand twitch in his hand and a groan escaped her throat.

Relena ached almost everywhere, but she had feeling.  She could feel the oxygen tubes running to her nose; the tape holding an IV tube to her arm and the electrodes attached to various parts of her body.  “Relena?”  Heero’s voice was a soft question.  With what felt like great effort she turned her head and opened her eyes.  What she saw was the face of her friend and protector with a slight smile gracing his lips.  He released her hand and reached up to the wall to activate the com. 

“Relena’s awake.”

 

 

AN:  The segments in Relena’s POV at the beginning of this chapter are flashes of memories.  Some perhaps remembered, some forgotten or repressed due to some traumatic experience.