Carzy Little thing Called Love: Chapter 2

[The Engrish Spy]

A/N: Ok every one here is Chapter Two. I know it's small but it's the best I can do right now.

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing.

Relena had forgotten to uninstall the damn door bell from the bathroom. She groaned as the bell became insistent. Turing the water off, Relena secured the fluffy pink towel around her body, forgetting that her hair was still wet.

?I?m coming,? she yelled in an annoyed manner.

Yanking the door open, Relena came face to face with a tailored three piece and was hit with the scent of expensive cologne, which just reeked of manliness.

?Hello,? a deep monotone voice rasped.

?Hi,? Relena replied sheepishly as she finally recognized that it was Heero standing before her.

He looked her up and down eyeing her stat of dress. Relena turned bright red but continued to stand in the door frame.

?So why are you here Heero Yuy?? Relena asked

Heero continued to stare at the wet Relena. Relena smirked and then gripped her towel closer to her body.

?Come in,? Relena said.

Heero swallowed and then nodded. Relena ushered a nervous Heero into her apartment.

?Give me a second to change,? Relena said and then walked off towards the back of the apartment.

Heero stood still as he could in the foyer of Relena?s apartment. Glancing into the living room from the foyer he could see that Relena?s apartment reflected her style of dress. Thrifty. The couch looked tried, sagging and just plain ugly. The chairs were not much better. Rusted metal spokes popped out of the arms and cushions looked like an old family dog had gotten to them before. The knick knacks that were scattered around the room looked as if they could be found in some sixties porn basement. A huge shag carpet completed the look. Heero shuddered at the look of the eclectic and somewhat mismatched room.

To the left of the living room was the space Relena had set up as her office. Papers upon papers were sitting around with chicken scratch and ink blots all over them. Piles of books lay on the floor from their spot on the shelves behind her desk. Though on one of the shelves lay in book display holders her first novel, a book by some guy, and her latest novel ?Tempest Rising?.

As he stood still the minutes seem to pass as slowly as they could. Heero sighed and then walked a little forward into the foyer. Relena then chose that moment to return and Heero jumped back to his uptight stoic position in the foyer. He gasped as she came into view dressed in a pink fleece, mock neck crew shit and a pair of blue jeans. Her normally lose hair had been woven back into a wet braid.

?So Heero what brings you away from Park Avenue to the burrow of the East Village? ? she asked bringing Heero out of his trance.

?You?re brother called me,? Heero stated not seeming fazed by her surprised entrance.

Relena rolled her eyes and walked off to the kitchen. Heero followed her.

?What is wrong?? Heero asked.

?My brother is calling you, that's what?s wrong,? she spat out and then busied her self with preparing tea.

Heero shrugged his shoulders and then sat on one of the breakfast chairs next to the island.

?It?s the truth. My older half brother is always trying to ruin something in my life,? Relena said as she placed the tea kettle on the stove.

?It?s not like he?s doing it on purpose,? Heero countered.

?Oh it?s always on purpose. When I started dating, he was there to scare off every boy I brought home. When I changed my major from business to English, he tried to mess up the finance that dad was providing me with to go to school?? the shrill ringing of a cell phone interrupted her rant.

?Mine,? Heero stated as he frantically searched his pockets for the annoying electronic device, ?Yuy.?

?Mr. Yuy, you?ve been avoiding me for many months. It?s like you?ve disappeared off the New York social scene darling,? a snooty voice chimed.
Heero sighed and then rolled his eyes, ?Sylvia, how did you get this number??

?Your personal assistant did darling. She was ever so nice,? Sylvia said.

?Thank you for telling me, I will have to remind Ms. Catalonia to not give out my number,? Heero murmured.

?What was that Heero darling?? Sylvia asked.

?Nothing,? Heero replied.

?Any way, I wanted to ask you to escort me to the social event of the year,? she said totally ignoring the nothing comment.

?What would that be?? Heero asked in annoyance.

?It would be the annual New York Ballet Masquerade,? she exclaimed.

?I don?t know. That?s like two month away and ?? Heero started.

?Please Heero, you owe me from the last time you took me to your grandmothers place in the Hampton,? Sylvia whined.

Heero sighed and then did the only thing he could, ?I?ll think about it.?

?Thank you,? Sylvia exclaimed and then hung up.

?You?re welcome,? Heero mumbled and then placed the cell phone back into his pocket.

He turned back to see Relena placing a cup of tea in front of him giggling.

?What?s so funny?? He asked.

?Nothing,? Relena said trying to stifle her laughter.

Heero frowned and picked up the cup of tea in front of him, ?Do you find it funny that I have Sylvia Noventa, top socialite princess of New York trying to get me in her bed.?

Relena began to laugh harder that tears started to come out of her eyes. Heero huffed and then gave her a questioning look.

?I find it funny that you actually try to please that spoiled brat,? Relena said and then laughed harder.

Heero frowned again and then placed his cup down.

?If you will make fun of me then I leave,? He said standing up from the chair.

?Fine with me but you said you had some news from my brother and you know how he is if you don?t deliver.?

Heero stopped as the ever present visions of devilish Milliard?s dancing around his head. Heero got back in the chair quickly and then took another sip of the cooling tea in front of him.

?So what was Mill?s message?? She asked pouring herself another cup of tea.

?You need to contact him urgently,? Heero replied.

Relena cocked an eyebrow, ?Is that it??

Heero nodded and then awaited the barrage of stuff animals or dishtowels that seem to follow after that. But it did not come.

?What no dishtowel?? he asked

Relena shook her head and then held up the tea kettle to offer Heero another cup, but Heero shook his head and then stood up.

?Just before you go, how urgent is urgent?? she asked

Heero turned to face the girl and gave her a weary smile, ?When it happens to be family, its like the world is ending and he has to save it.?

Relena giggle at his comment which surprised him. Relena never giggled and she never showed much joy, maybe a maniacal laugh now and again but never a giggle.

?What do you think he wants?? Relena?s question brought out of his silent daze.

?Maybe it was something to do with your father?s death. He was talking very rapidly in French.?

Relena?s face dropped and became very pale.

?What?s the matter?? Heero asked

?Mill was swearing in French?? she murmured.

Heero nodded his head up and down. Relena became even paler.

?What?s the matter Relena?? Heero asked walking closer to Relena and placed his hands on her shoulders.

?My Grandmother is here,? Relena stated and then switched to French.

?So what, your grandmother is here,? Heero stated and then removed his hands and as Relena began to pace.

Relena stopped and then switched into English, ?Heero you don?t understand if my Grandmother is here that must mean?.? Relena stopped and held a hand up to her mouth. She then began to curse in French again.

?Must have what?? Heero asked again becoming annoyed with the flustered Relena.

Relena stopped dead in her tracks, ?It means that my grandmother has come to ask my brothers and me to ascend to the throne.?

Heero looked at the blond quizzically, ?What do you mean??

Relena walked up close to Heero and looked deep into his storming eyes, ?Heero, I?m a princess.?

TBC....

[silversong]

Oorah!! Oorah!!

~Silversong

[Hitomi Lei]

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