DISCLAIMERS: CAN'T AND DON'T OWN GUNDAM WING AND THEIR
CHARACTERS. IF I HAD FORGOTTEN TO PUT THESE ON THE
OTHER CHAPTERS...WELL, THEN THIS APPLIES TO ALL
CHAPTERS POSTED AND STILL COMING.
WARNINGS: Containing quite a bit dirty lime in the
first part and then a few.
AN: Thanks to my batchmates for reading this, esp. my
backmate c",) and her seatmate, "blue" (",)!!, and to
one of the most persevering students I have ever
known. And for my seatmate, who keeps on tolerating my
endless babbling about anime...:)

A SECOND TIME FOR LOVE
by:sereace
PART V

Philippe Von Lucan looked at her lovingly. /You're mine, love...mine and mine alone. It would be just you
and me...forever.../ He smiled. "Relena..." he set her sleeping form on the king-sized bed, then covered her
with a white wool blanket. Unable to resist, he smiled as he planted a kiss on her lips. He stood up from the
bed, then crossed the room. He slid the curtains closed. Turning back, he slowly walked towards the
bed, imagining she was awake. Seductively, he opened his shirt button per button. Then he slid it off his
body. By the time he reached the bottom of the bed, he had already unzipped his pants, the inevitable male
reaction bare to anyone who might have passed his way.

"It's so different, love, now that you're here...it was all just your pictures before...and
now..." he pulled down his pants, then kicked it on the other side of the room. He set both his knees on
the bed, Relena's legs between them. "I just can't believe it...all of my dreams...our future...it's all
coming true..." He set down, on all fours on the bed, his knees beside her waist, his hands on her chest. He
bent his head down when he saw her open her mouth. His nose brushing on her own, he opened his mouth to
capture hers in a searing kiss...when he heard her murmur with passion a name he hated so much the hatred
reached his soul.

"Heero..."

Phillipe jumped off of  the bed, his face red with anger. "I'll make you forget HIM!! Do you hear me, Relena?
YOU WILL FORGET HIM!!!" He yelled to the sleeping form, before stalking off the room. He
closed the door with such force that the sound emitted from its banging echoed through out the whole mansion.

[Back in the Heero's apartment almost same time]

"What are you thinking?"

The younger man shook his head. "Nothing."

The long-haired older man sighed. "It's not nothing. You were smiling."

The younger man opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. "When was
smiling a crime?"

Shoving a long strand of hair out of his eyes' view, he smiled wryly. "You don't smile,
Yuy. Not unless you're with my sister. Or thinking about my sister."

Heero Yuy looked at Milliardo Peacecraft blankly. "So? That means I'm thinking of
her. Is that a crime?"

Milliardo met the gaze of the Perfect Soldier. "I never said it was. Just don't
think about her in a sexual way with me around."

Heero smirked. "Does that bother you?"

Milliardo looked away before answering a resounding "Yes."

Heero raised an eyebrow. "Why should it? You're not inexperienced in the field."
If it weren't for the curtains by the window preventing sunlight from coming in, it would
have been very obvious to anyone that the famed Zechs Marquise was blushing quite a bit.

"She's my little sister, Yuy. No matter what you say, I'll always see her as my little sister."

Heero tried to peer into the eyes of this once masked nemesis, and read the emotions hidden there.
He found none, and made a remark that would have surprised even Duo Maxwell. "You're irrational.
She's done all the things that you've done, that you see your wife doing. And you still think of her as a
little sister??!"

Milliardo turned his head sharply towards the brown-headed bishounen. "I saw her running on the gardens of the
castle naked chasing off the birds, Yuy. I wake up in the middle of the night due to her wailing and see her
diaper changed. In much more private moments, I do it myself. I saw her take her first steps, say her first
word, smile her first smile...Don't you give me a damn about how to treat my own sister, when you can't even
try to learn of the fact that other humans exist besides you."

Heero eyes flashed. "What do you know about me?"

Milliardo smirked. "Other than the fact that you actually studied karma sutra when you were 13?"

Heero, raised his gun again and his finger was ready to pull the trigger when someone extremely out
of luck that day knocked on the door. Instead of shooting at Milliardo, Heero directed the gun at the
door, and shot, as Milliardo raised his' towards the door.

[Outside The Perfect Soldier's room...]
The Junior Preventer, unaware that not one, but two of his worst nightmares but idolized superiors were
awaiting for his appearance as if he was a terrorist that had just been sent to deliver a message that the
one woman they both love had just been kidnapped, shifted his weight to his left foot. It was, in a way,
true. As far as he was concerned, he had just been asked by Commander Duo Maxwell to deliver a message to
Commander Heero Yuy. No specifics, no words, no nothing.

So here he was, sweating the hell out, praying to any good God out there to spare his life,
should his message, whatever it was, manage to piss off the infamous Gundam Pilot of Zero Wing. So for the
sake of duty and love of peace, he knocked on the door. Not a millisecond has passed when a bullet went
past his ear. He wanted to flee, run, crawl out of the place right then and there, but couldn't due to some
unknown force. /Facing Lady Une's temperament vs. facing death by the hands of the Perfect Soldier.../
Either didn't look good, a matter of death...and well, death. So he willed his hand to knock at the door
again, and closed his eyes should the pilot of the Wing Zero not miss a shot anymore.

[Back inside.]
There were no need for words as Milliardo took the lead, going behind the door, and Heero lurking
somewhere in the shadows. When Heero nodded his approval, Milliardo swung the door open, and a man
came crashing down the floor, face first. Milliardo shot the Perfect Soldier a look of askance as he
slammed the door shut, and the Perfect Soldier merely shrugged his shoulders. Assassin or not, this guy is
going to suffer the consequence of daring to set a foot in the Perfect's Soldier's private domain. The
battle-hardened soldiers stared at the recuperating intruder. As he tried to stand up, he felt something
hard and heavy on his back, and before he could take a look on his surroundings, he was again flat on his
face.

"Who sent you?"

/How can a voice be so commanding and monotonous at the same time?/ Scared
out of his wits as realization dawned, he suddenly found his throat as arid as the Sahara dessert. The
voice he knew only from private talks and rumors he was now hearing for himself, proving that every word
was a lie. /It's much worse. Much, much worse./ The foot, he managed to figure out, heaved even more on
his back.

"Talk. Or we can find some other use for your tongue."

/That would be Zechs Marquise. With my luck, I may not only manage to kill myself, but get me
a good torturing along the way./

"Commander Yuy..." He managed to mumble out.

Milliardo met Heero's gaze. His eyebrows twitched ever so slightly.

"The question will not be repeated again. If you don't answer now, you have a pretty good idea
of what is going to happen next, don't you?"

He nodded his head in ascent, and he felt the weigh behind his back considerably lighten.
"Junior Officer Winston Jarette, license number 5546-2-009786-2D4. Under the unit
of Commander Duo Maxwell.Entered the Preventers 4 months ago. Accepted
due to scientific purposes--"

He never felt himself  being dragged from one side of the room to another,
and his back hitting the hard brick wall. When he opened his eyes, it met cold Prussian blue. He
shuddered violently and he felt himself pee in his pants. The anger is not undeniable in the feared
pilot's eyes, and if the voice is much worse than the rumors, what more the fact if you piss
off the Perfect Soldier?

/Damn, what on this side of the universe have I gotten myself into?/ He was like a moose caught in
the horns between a tree. Heero was holding him by the collars of his uniform, and his pants
were darker than they were meant to be due to the uncontrolled fright for his life.
Heero's eyes never flinched, never wavered, never left the self-introduced Preventer's
eyes.

"Zechs, check on it." Milliardo sat himself in the sofa.

"Already have, Yuy. He's genuine. Right down to the prick." The famed pilot dropped him like hot
potato, and turned to his heel. Raising his head from his position, he saw Zechs Marquise incline his head
towards him.

"Stand up. You don't want to see him get cranky."

From his position beside the curtained sliding doors, Heero raised his eyebrows. "How do you
know how I get cranky."

If he was amused he never showed it. "Relena talks to Noin, and Noin talks to me."
Winston heard a slight gruff from the side of the Perfect Soldier.

/They said they hate each other...what are they doing in the same room alive and
talking like brothers-in-law?/

His brows twitched quizzically. /Scratch that, they ARE brothers-in-law./

"Don't make me repeat myself. Unless of course, you want to pee in your pants again?"

As he was looking for his voice, Winston struggled to at least sit while delivering his message.
When he failed once, falling face-first onto the carpet, he gathered all the strength he has left
and pursued once more. He was half-way through achieving his aimed goal when a
sharp pain starting from his lower back to his neck made its way down his body. He let out a scream of
pain, the heard the monotonous voice once again.

"Don't try to move, your ribs have been broken, and the nerves on your neck isn't doing at all good."
Under the close perusal of two of the most legendary warriors ever in his time, he briefly wondered how the
rumors had spread since it was probable, very probable indeed, that no one out of Preventers foundation had
seen and heard these two people come out alive.

/Hell. Not even one Preventer wanted to see if these rumors are true./

"You don't want me to repeat myself, surely, after that little show just moments ago, do you?"

/Again, how can a voice so flat, so monotonous, hold so much venom, so much danger?/

"The dove..." he choked out, and it was all that one needed to do to snap THE Heero Yuy out of his reverie.
Faster than the blink of an eye, the Perfect Soldier was out the door. Winston didn't need more convincing why
he was feared all through out the universe...

/God, that was not a man!!!/ He turned to the man that was left behind. Milliardo looked calm in the outside,
but he was baffled inside. /The dove?!!? What the hell---/ Realization dawned on the Lightning Count. /Damn, the
dove is my sister!!/ He abruptly stood up, and walked over the body of Winston, who was left inside the room
perplexed, curious, and thankful that he can actually get out of the room that had previously held two of
his nightmares alive.

He tried to move again when Heero Yuy's voice echoed in his mind. ~~Don't try to
move, your ribs have been broken, and the nerves on your neck isn't doing at all good.~~ "If I can get
out, that is." He began chuckling at his predicament. Outside, the birds could be heard chirping as they
were left alone in the world of the innocents. "I wonder what the dove is?--" It was all he could ponder
on before weariness engulfed his body and he surrendered himself to sleep.