MY WATCHER CH:18 & 19

[lilly23]

My Watcher



Author: lilly23



Author's E-mail: steel_lilly23@...



Author's Note: Since seeing the movie Equilibrium it made me inspire to write this story dealing with Heero and Relena if they were stuck in this world that the movie shows. This is a little different world that one GW we all know but please be kind I have tried so hard to write this story



Summary:In the city of Libria where the emotion is forbidden and where the death means to anyone that breaks the rule if the emotions are displayed publicly and where the sense offenders are killed on the spot, one would dare to risk everything when it comes to the love even to loose her own life for it...



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"Tread softly because you tread on my dreams..."

CH:18-Threat

Yuy?s POV:

I had found Relena at the balcony above and lost in her thoughts. The silk gauze hood she wore did little to hide the golden highlights of her hair. And her eyes! They were every bit as blue as the clear sky after the rain.

Her cheeks were brushed with rose, her brows and lashes startling ebony against her snowy complexion. He nose was in perfect proportion with her heart-shaped face, narrow and flaring only in the nostrils. Her mouth was small, but the lips were full.

One of the seniors Clerics that still had not reached the First Class rank watched me with his face displaying no emotion at all.

?Her mother as the rumors were saying descended from the Dark Folk, golden skin race all what I?ve been told. She is beautiful, isn?t she, despite the fact she favors the peace over a bloodshed, or what I had been told, and untouchable for she is an Acolyte.?

?Tell me Brandt why are you so interested in her?? this took him by a surprise when I asked him.

?Mind your words, Cleric.? His eyes were cold and then he walked away not so pleased at all, but at least, I knew that I have to keep him away from Relena for she might end up in a danger.

Later that evening upon the return to home, Robbie my son informed me that Relena had called asking to for me and he told me that I was not aveable at the moment so when I came back I would call her back. I began to wonder why would she want to talk to me now?

Relena?s POV:

I still in my office when a call came and I was sure that it was faithful Cleric. Without a hesitation I picked the phone and answered, I was melting slightly at the sound of his voice:

?Robbie told me that you?ve called, so I am returning the call. Is it everything all right??

?Everything is fine really, I just wanted to know how are you since we had not spoke to each other way too long. I am sure you do not mind me calling at your home.?

?Not at all, at least I know that you are alright and that all matters to me.?

?I wanted to speak to you earlier today, but I had been tied down with the some paper work and by a time I had was ready to see you, Partridge told me that you had already left so I called your home instead.?

?I?ve heard the phone ring, but I came too late but it was good to know that we still talking.?

?I know, I just wanted to have some time for myself after what had happened it just was not when I am used to.?

?I understand that we are two completely different worlds.?

?It is a such irony.? My ears caught the sound of approaching footsteps.? Anyway, I should let you go I need to finish something.?

?All right, I will see you tomorrow,? And with that a line was broken.

The footstep stopped at once the conversation was over but I was sure who ever it was there was not going away that easily. Gripping my dagger, that was only thing that could use for my protection I knew it would not work against the Cleric at all. As the shadow closed in, I did not hesitate at all to fight back.

The dagger hit something and the blood splattered around and I heard a curse coming from darkness. The lights came up and when I was finally being able to see a Cleric stood before me his expression deadly holding his bleeding hand.

?You will pay for this,? Brandt spoke the gun slipped into his free hand.? I would enjoy killing you for good diplomat.?

CH:19-Prelude

Maxwell's POV:

The Private Thoughts Of Maxwell As He Watches Relena From Distance

She was beautiful in her sorrow. Or so everyone thought. But then again, she had only ever been truly happy when he was around, and those times where rare. She wore her mask of indifference well, often forgetting to take it off after the meetings. She was strong to the world; she was strong for him. Those close to her knew why she fought for peace.

To the world, she was a savior to the people. She fought for them and with them. She was their hope, their 'peaceful diplomat'. She hated that title. It was true that she did care about the people, and she hated war because of the death and suffering it caused, but that was not why she fought. She fought for him, so he wouldn't have to. She fought so he could live his life of peace and normalcy. And she was succeeding.

She ran the brush through her honey-blond tresses one last time before setting it upon the dresser. Gazing at herself in the mirror, she was always slightly surprised at the woman who stared back. No matter how she tried, she could not remember the transition period between being a schoolgirl and becoming a woman. Now she could barely even remember being a schoolgirl. Those were happy carefree times, of which she had no more need.

She rose from the seat at her dresser and made her way to the large, empty bed. Settling herself between the satin sheets, she turned out the light and mentally reviewed her schedule for the next day. In the silence around her, she hoped against hope that her thoughts would not turn towards him. But they always did. She couldn't help it. What she felt for him was beyond description or love. Or perhaps it was the truest form of love. Either way, she always thought of him. In everything she did, he was with her. She desperately missed his physical presence, but continued her life for the sake of his.

Feeling restless, as she often did, she rose from her bed and placed a cotton shawl around her slim shoulders. She walked out onto her balcony and sat on the bench there, staring up at the stars. Her thoughts drifted back to the battle on Libra, where the fate of the world had hung in the balance. Everything depended on him at that moment. And afterwards, everything depended on her.

Fortunately, they had both been strong enough to do their jobs. She allowed herself a fanciful musing, and wondered what kind of couple they would have made. She imagined it to be wonderful. With both of their strong wills she pictured glorious arguments and passionate love. She lost herself in thoughts of a lifetime spent with him.

But the moment faded fast, and her thoughts returned to the reality of their relationship. She knew it could not work. Not now anyway, perhaps in the future. But now, he needed to discover the world of peace that he helped build. He needed to learn what it meant to be human for himself, not be told the answers.

If he has stayed with her, she would've done too much. He realized that, and left to make a life of his own. It hadn't been easy for her to accept it, but she knew it to be the truth. She cared for him too much, and that had been the problem. He might not ever return, and the thought of life without him tore her apart.

But it had to be this way. He needed to become his own person, and once he did, only then could he return. But just because he could, didn't mean he would. The fear of this kept Relena up many times. But she could only have faith in her love for him. She could only believe in him, just like he'd asked.

She left the cold of the balcony and returned to her bed. Snuggling down into her sheets she sent a silent prayer toward heaven for him, that he would be safe and happy. Slowly she relaxed, and her restless spirit calmed. On the verge of sleep, one lonely tear escaped and she murmured his name into the night.

She was beautiful in her sorrow. She was beautiful all the time.

TBC...

[SerenityDeath]

i liked it keep writing