Disclaimer:: I don't own. Sue me, sure, take all four of my pennies
in my piggy bank. Jerk.
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Redemption -Part One
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"Breath and Let me Know your here as the rain does."
That was always my favorite line I had written in my six grade dairy.
Of course, like every girl, I wrote endless romantic lines, adoring
my math teacher, cooing over the boy who sat in front of me in
history, oh yes, I was your typical girl. Was.
Although I wrote the line in six grade. I repeated it in my head over
and over again.
The storm outside was growing. Funny. I had been blinded by the sun
the entire day until recently when my mind fell downwards into the
shadows that came home with me into my empty home, the wind picked
up, the gray coulds I've grown to adore spreaded it's hands, and I
embraced it with my own bitter smile, one that played fondly with my
features.
But at his home, the gray clouds turned into spirits that would elbow
me and push me forward like two girlfriends flirting with a bystander.
I was not pleased, but I was not upset. I was just as I had supposed,
emtionless.
He took my hand and led me inside the door. Without word, he gave me
some of his soup. Absently I thought it cute that he was having
tomato soup on a rainy day.
So human like.
I remember afterwards I had gotten sleepy, I'd blink my eyes, and
force them to open, but when the forcing became to much, I gave in.
Slumped on his bed, I dreamed of a field. I couldn't remember the
details of the field, just the smell of the sun, the smell of grass,
the smell of the intoxicating air.
When I woke up, he was there, and we both looked out the window in a
silence that was too loud for my own ears. I could hear his
breathing, and I knew he was there...just as the rain does.
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The the rain beated the window and in a rhythem surpassed by the
wind; she felt the tides of it's pain. Cold. It's so cold. She
closed her eyes and opened them again. But still, the rain was there.
She felt his presence behind her. She thought it was irnoic that even
though they barily talked, or he barily talked back, she could sense
him. His aura was deep and dark. Cold. He was so full of voices
unspoken that she could shut her eyes and listen to his thoughts.
So complex.
She sat on the bed and said nothing. The window creaked, and the
shudders smacked the clear glass.
Cold. So cold.
"Why are you here?"
She repeated his words slowly as if to memorize them. To see if there
was any emotion at all. She found it. She found discouragment.
Annoyance. Pain.
All the normal symptaions of Heero Yuy.
"I'm not sure." Lie. 'To see you.' A nagging voice inside her told
her otherwise. She felt her heart stop as she relized she really
didn't know why she had come. She was soaked through and through, and
her clothes hung to her frame. She didn't bother to blush. There
really wasn't any point.
She didn't say anything. What was there to say? Nice bedroom Heero, I
like what you've done with the place.
Right. The walls were white, the bed was small, with white sheets
only, the window was big. Beautiful. Sure.
But simple enough to contain a beautiful image. It was him. It was so
him that it scared her. She expected darkness, she expected files,
computer disk, his laptop open with papers spilled around it. She
expected to see a gun on the bed stand.
She looked again. There was no bed stand.
"Sit Heero." She matched his voice to his own dullness but seized
that the meaning came through. He didn't hesistate. Simply sat next
to her close enough so their shoulders barily brushed against each
other with each shift.
She could feel something rising within him. A need. A need to speak,
to say something. But she knew he was the quiet type. He wouldn't
just open his mouth and speak. No. He was too wise for that. Or
perhaps to lonely.
"What are you thinking about Heero?" She needed to move her hands but
she begged her body to remain still. She felt uncomfortable but at
the same time, she felt like she was at home.
She folded her hands in her lap and gave her full attention to Heero
even though her eyes were on the window.
"The rain." That threw her off.
He held her gaze for a moment before letting them drift to his feet
that hung over the bed.
"I like the rain." An ackward smile played her lips. He liked the
rain. Heero Yuy, liked the rain.
"I wouldn't have ever guessed."
"You don't know me." He said the words before she could finish her
last word. His eyes bore into her own and she had to clutch the bed
for balence. Again a desire of her own need, to meet Heero Yuy, the
one she locked into a metel box inside her mind, tilt, tipped over,
and spilt over the remainings of her composure. She wanted to curse
him, and she did silently.
A rain drop from her wet hair made it's way down her cheek bone
before falling to the white sheets.
'My hair was still wet?' She chewed on the thought just to keep her
mind focused. She didn't want to lose herself.
Time here didn't exisit she thought. Nothing existed. Only him. She
turned herself towards him and took a good look.
He was wearing faded jeans and a white t-shirt. Practical. 'Practical
man.'
She shook her head mentally. 'No. Heero Yuy is not practical. He's
complex.'
But the voice inside her argued back.
"Heero?" He continued to look out the window but she could see his
muscles tighten. "Heero, what's wrong?"
She could have sworn his silence held words that she couldn't
understand. A code. He was such a code. She wanted to break it, to
deciefer it. To understand. She was a logical women.
"Heero, I know something is wrong." She didn't have the nagging
voice, the begging erdge. She kept her voice even, she kept the pitch
one.
"I need you to do me a favor Relena." She glanced up from the window
to him and found his eyes on hers. She wasn't sure what he wanted but
she knew how he wanted to accomplish it.
She leaned forward so their noses were barily touching and nodded her
permission. Heero leaned forward and brushed his lips on her own,
tasting the rain, the rain that she brought with her
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author notes::
it's not a weird story , is it?