[Ficlet ~ PG-13] Silent Barrage

[wingzerosnuggles]

Title: Silent Barrage
Length: Ficlet
Pairing: 1xR
Prompt: Golden
Teaser: "I'm 100% sure she's a natural blonde, if that's what you're wondering.
I've played with more than the hair on her head."
Link: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5141105/4/N ... al_Nuances

Disclaimer: GW = not mine

Author's Note: Prompt 4 is "golden."

Nonsensical Nuances
by mistress amethyst une

Silent Barrage

It seemed Zechs was getting close to his breaking point. His recent return from Mars with Noin was supposed to be a time for celebration, for him to enjoy more casual Preventer work, for his sister to finally give him the chance to dote on her. Instead, he was spending all his time wishing Heero Yuy would evaporate. Whenever his eyes met those of the perfect soldier, he heard various unseemly things. No doubt they were baseless assumptions but everything Heero did said something to him.

For example, as Zechs tried his damnedest to keep his attention on the bowl of oatmeal set before him, Heero suddenly became enraptured by Relena's hair. He could almost hear the former Gundam pilot's thoughts.

"I'm 100% sure she's a natural blonde, if that's what you're wondering. I've played with more than the hair on her head."

That smug silence said so much. Heero had most definitely seen his sister in her least modest state, and the boy was rubbing it in Zechs's face without saying a thing. If actions spoke louder than words, Heero was most definitely shouting at the top of his lungs, shouting with those nimble little fingers of his dexterously running through the golden mass on top of Relena's pretty little head. Where else could those fingers have gone without Zechs's knowledge? What else could they possibly have touched? Seeing Relena's lack of reaction to Heero's gesture suggested this was a usual thing. No need to jump the gun. She wasn't reciprocating or enjoying it or anything...

"Just don't react, Zechs," he scolded himself. "Right now, you're Milliardo. Cool, collected, calm, charismatic Milliardo... You're a good brother, and good brothers don't murder their little sister's obnoxious boyfriends."

Heero nuzzled Relena's ear and she giggled. "You know I'm ticklish," she told him off, gently shoving him away to attend to her cereal as a sly smile played upon her lips.

"I know other places where she's ticklish."

"If they can avoid it," amended Zechs.

Zechs cringed, balling his hands into fists under the table, as Heero's unending fascination with Relena's hair continued. Couldn't they eat breakfast like normal people? Why was his breakfast this foul oatmeal anyway? Couldn't he have a nice slice of meat? Something that required a knife so he could stab that bastard would make for an excellent meal. He sighed. Maybe he could settle for spooning Heero's eyes out, filling those sockets with oatmeal...

Relena looked befuddled as Heero popped a grape into her mouth.

"And I've stuck more in her mouth than that..."

Feeding her? Really now?

"This is uncharacteristically sweet of you," she noted, her tone colored by confusion. "What's the occasion?"

"Oh, nothing," he replied, poison coating every word. "Can't I be affectionate without any ulterior motives?"

She raised an eyebrow. "I suppose."

Heero's ulterior motive glared at her, his fingernails undoubtedly marking his palms from how tightly he'd clenched his hands.

"I've tapped that."

Heero's annoying voice practically boomed this statement into Zechs's head when Relena excused herself and rose from the table, her back now turned from her brother and her ass directly in her seated boyfriend's line of vision. As he was accustomed to doing, Heero followed her in the interest of protection and duty.

Right...

It was no secret that Heero was prone to grabbing her from behind when he perceived a threat, his arms encircling her waist, her posterior rubbing against his-

Bad mental image, Zechs. Very bad. And it seemed the ratio of threats Heero perceived increased in proportion to the number of days Zechs stayed on Earth...

Did he really want to be around his sister enough to endure this mental torture?

Well, he always did enjoy a challenge.

"Bring the pain. Zero One, I'm taking you down. I can dish out as much as I can take."

Unclenching his hands, he picked up his spoon and dug into his oatmeal.
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The next prompt is "sadomasochistic" and the ficlet following this one will pick up where this one left off.

[Elyn Yuy]

I am horrified Zechs is that obsessed with his sister...lol

And the inner thought monologue was hilarious!