Fall like Rain

Here's Part Five. I am getting a little bit clueless on what to write. I have no idea what's going to happen in the end! Either H&R are going to live happily ever after or they're going to die a sad death. I don't know. I can't sleep 'cuz I can't decide. So help me! I can tell you that this little series is probably going to end at Chapter 7 or 8 from where its going. Also it's going to very graphic (not Lemon) towards the end. It may go as far as an R rating.

Sorry that the last one was so short. And I might include a song in one of the chapters, which I will certainly provide a link to download the MP3. Like I said, I haven't decided yet.

Thanks to everyone who reviewed and emailed me! You hold a special place in my heart. And sorry this one's so late, I was lazy and didn't feel like writing. Plus my relatives were over. And I was too busy reading fics. :p So sue me.

Owww… I broke my toe. It hurts. Ow! Please note that I am experiencing pain in this one and want to make the characters suffer.

Trowa and Catherine are not siblings in this one.

Disclaimer: Don't own, Marshall and Jordan belong to me.

Enjoy.

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The silence made her want to scream. There was not one sound, not a board cracking or a mice squeaking.

She was going to go insane.

The blackness that existed far away from Earth was called Space. Billions and maybe even trillions of stars glimmered. The sight was enough to melt one's heart. This beautiful palace of darkness was taken for granted by so many people. To them, space is know was 'war palace.'

Every single day, these battles and wars were tearing it. Sooner or later, chaos would break. And yet these people never noticed, never stopped. One of these people was Heero Yuy. But there's always good when there's the bad. Some people try to make this ridiculous world understand that this was unnecessary. Wars should be stopped. These ideas seemed silly.

Maybe they are, maybe they aren't.

But we all know that you cannot stop wars. Those who are fools who try.

Heero used to think this about wars. He used to think Relena was a fool. That was what he used to think. Pase tense.

But now he was tried of fighting endless wars. Tried with having the blood strain his hands. He was just... tired.

And soon, he began to believe in her ways. He begun to accept her as part of, well, the group.

She was just another member of their little gang. The pilots and their girlfriends. But Relena wasn't a girlfriend to any of the pilots. The only one available was him.

He won't admit it, but he was glad that the only person available was him. And maybe, somehow she would end up with him.

But now that couldn't happen. Because she's be kidnapped. Again.

All because of him.

All because of him.

The guilt was like a virus. Eating him inside out, and outside in.

Because he wasn't there to protect her. He was never there for her. Whenever she needed him most, he was never there.

Always on some mission of his.

He hated himself right then.

"Heero? Heero? Did you hear me?"

Quatre's voice cut through his thoughts.

"Huh?"

"I said we're going to be approaching the base soon."

"Ok."

The plan was planned out very carefully. Heero new that Marshall would have MD waiting for them. The new kind, the ones he destroyed. He was confident that Marsh has re-built them.

This battle would be hard, unlike anything they had ever fought.

They could lose, or worse, die.

Quatre, Wufei, Duo, and Trowa would stay out in space to fight the MD.

Heero would go inside, rescue Relena, and go out to help them fight.

It was a simple plan, but everything could go wrong.

What is there's more MD than they can handle? What if I can't find Relena? What if Marshall killed her? What if…?

The 'what if's' went on and on.

He couldn't stop them from swarming in his mind. Specially the 'killed her' one.

He tried to shake it from his mind, he needed to concentrate.

This was an important mission. It wasn't for Dr. J, it wasn't another pointless mission. This was for himself. Never had he done something for himself before. This could go in to a history book.

Even as he focused, he couldn't help the face that swarm in his mind. Her face. Her light blue eyes staring at him. He wished she'll stop.

And suddenly, dolls began to appear. There were so many! Hundreds! Each so big and powerful.

And they were holding guns, these were not ordinary guns. These were powerful babies. They belong to Gundams.

He could imagine Dup beginning to panic.

And sure enough, Duo's face appeared.

"Man Heero. You nuts! There are hundreds of them! Look at that gun!" a look of panic spread to his face. "This is a hopeless battle!"

"That's what we're there for," Heero answered. His face unchanged.

Then Quatre's face appeared. "Heero are still going on with the mission?"

"Yeah."

As he got closer, more of them appeared.

He saw the little chunk of the moon they used as their base.

The base wasn't big. Medium size. It would probably take him ten minutes to find Relena. He hoped that the others could hold on for that long.

Heero put on his "Perfect Solider" face and set out to battle.

Suddenly all the dolls aimed their beam at the pilots and fired.

Hundreds of energy beams fired at them.

He fired back enough so that he can get through the mass of dolls.

There were so many! As soon as he got rid of one, another would take its place.

It was a maze. His vision filled MDs.

This was the war that Relena tried to desperately hard to prevent.

And here he was, starting it.

He didn't want to fight this battle anymore. He felt so tried of this.

Innocent people ordered by Marshall to kill.

They don't matter, he quickly reminded himself. They wanna be bossed around. The only thing that matters right now is… Relena.

Somehow he found the entrance to the base. Marshall was a fool. He had that many MD on battle but he had no one to guard the entrance.

He quickly got out of Wing Zero and went inside.

Surprisely, it was decorated very well. It almost felt like a palace. It was so strange, Marshall made his little base look like a house.

There was no smell of gunpowder. There was a faint smell of Peaches, probably a candle.

They walls had wallpaper on them. A beautiful decoration of roses.

Also there were pictures hanging on the walls. There were many of a handsome young man with neatly timed blond hair and light blue eyes. He was about the same age as Heero. Probably a little taller.

There was also a picture of Relena.

He cursed that Marshall would have a picture of her. She was in a rather fancy room and bed.

Dressed in a blue dress, she was sleeping quietly with sweat on her forehead. Her eyebrows were crinkled as something bad happened.

She looked so beautiful there. Like an Angel.

Heero quickly passes by the picture and continued on.

He had been inside about a minute. He hadn't meet anyone yet.

With his gun pulled out, he leaned against a wall. With eyes sharp, he turned a corner.

A maid with a tray full of food was there. She didn't even notice him. He shot her. Luckily, he had a silencer on his gun.

He continued down a hall.

It seemed to go forever and ever. It seemed like a maze. It was just a long hallway with the same wallpaper. There were no doors.

Forever and ever it stretched.

Sweat began ticking from his eyebrows. He was getting nervous.

There were no doors. Heero wondered if he should turn back. This sure wasn't the way.

And almost magically, a thick, oak, brown door appeared.

There was one golden handle. He pulled it open. With gun leveled, he stepped inside.

This room was not like any room. Not beautifully furnished or designed. It was covered in metal. Nothing but cold blue mental.

It was not big, probably the size of your parents' bedroom.

As soon as he stepped in, the door shut with a loud BANG and refused to open again.

And though another doors, a man entered.

His face was hidden in the shadows, but Heero knew who he was.

"Hello Heero."