Fall Like Rain 

I'm listening to Britney Spears' "Walk On By" and it's making me sad. :(

Anyways…

Somebody said in a Review that torturing her dreams isn't really torturing her. That just kind of bothered me, so I'm straightening it out.

If Marsh here keeps on haunting her dreams, I mean she can't tell reality and fantasy when she's given that shot (don't worry, it'll be cleared up in this part) that's what happens. I mean, how much can that poor girl take.

God, my house its so cold ~shiver~. Why doesn't someone turn on the heater? I hate winter.

~shiver~

Anyways…

Any confusion you had earlier will be cleared up in this one (hopefully).

Disclaimer: Don't own GW, never will, don't sue me. Marshall and Jordan are mine!

Relena cried into her hands, it was so horrible.

The dream and the beating from Jordan.

The two added together are enough to drive a person insane.

She wept.

"Why does Marshall hate Heero?" the girl asked.

"It's a long story," Jordan responded.

He was still in the room with Relena. He didn't leave.

"Tell me."

"A long time ago, two very poor couples lived together very happily. My grandfather and my grandmother had a daughter named Lilya. But sadly, my grandmother died in childbirth. He was very sad, he loved her very much. Lilya was taken care of by him alone. He would not anyone touch her, she was his precious jewel. He disliked the young man that married her, he wanted her all to himself. Lilya and her husband adopted a little boy. Soon after, there was a battle in the town Lilya, the husband, and the boy lived him. There was a Gundam in the battle. The polite was 01, Heero Yuy. There was an accident, Heero meant to fire at one of the dolls, but the doll moved before the beam could hit him.

"The beam hit Lilya's house.

"All of them died but the boy.

"The boy was given to the grandfather to rise.

"The grandfather wanted revenge on Heero. He decided to build a new type of dolls. There could even go one-on-one with a Gundam.

"Heero ruined the project, destroying all the new dolls.

"So the grandfather wanted to make his life miserable.

"That wasn't going to be easy. Heero was good, he was the best. But every human being has a weakness. All he had to do was find that weakness. Then he would be destroyed.

"The Grandfather kidnapped the closest person to him.

"Tell me Relena, who do you think the Grandfather is?" Relena was stunned. This is what happened.

"It's… its Marshall isn't it?"

Jordan nodded.

"And you… you're the boy."

Jordan nodded again.

"Now you understand."

"You must hate Heero right?"

"No."

"No…?!"

"I forgive him. This is a war. Accidents happen."

"I'm sorry…. I'm so sorry for what the war had done to your family. I'm so sorry…"

Relena began to cry again. She couldn't hate Marshall. He's family was ruined.

She now understood why Marshall hated Heero.

Just then, the door opened. Relena feared it would be Marshall again.

Luckily, it was not.

It was a maid with a tray full of food.

Relena suddenly realized how hungry she was, her stomach was growling.

The maid sat the tray down on the table in the center of the room and left.

Jordan left with her.

There was Chinese food on the tray. Some fried rice and an egg roll. Also something that looked like stew.

Relena pigged out.

"Hurry up," said Heero to the Gundam polities.

"Heero do you know the person that kidnapped Relena?" asked Wufei.

"He's an old friend of mine." "What do you mean?"

All he got was silence.

Heero's face was emotionless as before, but everybody knew it was just an act.

Whenever Relena was in danger, he would feel this pain in his heart. No matter how much Advil he took it would not go away.

And he always had the sudden urge to strangle somebody. Somebody's going to pay, and going to pay dearly.

He could not stop that tiny voice that keeps on worrying.

'Oh Relena are you okay?'

That question was just swarming in his head again and again.

If only I was there to protect you, this would have never have happened.

She was his only distraction. Somehow her face just kept popping up in his head in the most important times. Times that he needed to concentrate on.

She was half of his soul, without her, he wasn't complete.

"Yo, Heero, in la-la land today?"

Duo's loud voice snapped though his thoughts.

"I said, for the millionth time, that THE GUNDAM ARE READY!!!!!"

Relena refused to sleep.

She was mentally and physically exhausted. But she would not sleep.

She wouldn't dream, she wouldn't be killed by Heero.

Her eyelids desperately wanted to close.

But she refused, fearing that she would crack sooner or later.

The entire night, she lay on that bed, shivering.

Trying so hard not to cry, not to close those eyelids.

She refused to let herself fail.

The reason she worked so hard to gain peace, so that the Gundam polites don't have to fight. So that he won't have to fight.

She was not about to give up now. Not after working so hard.

She won't give up.

She won't crack.

She won't open her mouth, nothing would come her. Nothing.

Marshall could kill her.

Let him.

She didn't care about that right now.

But she won't give up.

Won't give up.

Just won't.

I will not give up.

"Sir, the Gundam polities are coming close," said an officer to Marshall.

Marshall smiled.

Heero was here.

You see, during these years Marshall has been re-building the new dolls Heero had destroyed.

The dolls that can go one-on-one with Gudams.

They were stronger and better than before.

They would beat the Gundams, he was so sure of it.

"Send the dolls in," Marshall commanded.

"Yes sir."

Marshall could see it in his head, the dolls tearing the Gudams apart. Tearing' the polities apart. Tearing' Heero apart.

He would let little Ms. Peacecraft see this. Let her see Heero being teared up. He would see

her tears, like his precious Lilya.

Her tears and cries still haunt his dreams.

"Take my child! Please dad, take Jordan! Give him a good life."

And he did. He gave Jordan a good life.

Now was the time for revenge.

Heero deserves to die. For what he did to Jordan.

He deserves to die.

Die, die, die.

It hurts so much, when Marshall's daughter was killed.

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts.

And that pain in his chest had never really gone away.

It was washed by hatred and revenge.

For a year now, he had planed the perfect plan.

Planned it ever so carefully.

And now it would go into action.

Heero would die.

Die.