Part Three of Two Steps

[Desert Bloom]

***Part Three of Two Steps: The Dragon?s Weakness***

Authoresses Note: Well, I don?t have that much to say, other than I want to clear up a couple typos I made. Due to the many revisions I made of one section, part of a sentence went like this: ?to bid Trowa and Sally goodbye?. It doesn?t really matter, but just for the record, technically Trowa wasn?t leaving then. It was only Sally. Also, Relena kind of had an identity crisis in one paragraph, since even though it was from her POV it read ?It sent chills down Relena?s spine.? Other than a whole bunch of grammatical errors, as well as a few spelling typos that slipped through, so far there?s nothing else. That?s the key words there, actually, SO FAR. Well, enough of my babble! On to the story!





Politically, it?s not easy to corner me. I take pride in the fact that I can be a shrewd politician, always making the right moves. Only two or three times in my entire career had I been at the wrong side of an accusation. Never, however, had I been in this circumstance before. To accuse and have it turned back upon me.

I felt dizzy, and wished suddenly to be rid of this entire thing, to not be one of the Peacecrafts. Gripping the sides of the podium for support, I tried my very hardest to hold my regal pose, but god knows it was difficult.

I sucked in a breath, and then, not allowing myself to hesitate, shot back, ?It is common knowledge that some of Gundams were present at many battles, of which I was involved in politically.?

He smiled, an icy thing that froze my heart. Looking away from me, his gaze addressed the audience, as he, chuckling a bit, and waving his hand to gesture to me, said, ?Ah, comrade Peacecraft, but I was asking a very different question altogether. Common knowledge, yes! But I asked you about your personal connections with the pilots. Personal, Miss Peaceraft.? Leaning against the podium in a very relaxed manner, his long black hair swishing with his every movement, he shot his viciously green eyes at me, awaiting my answer.

I weighed my choices in my mind. What game was he playing? The Gundams was past history.

But of course that didn?t matter. Although the pilots had been relieved of their crimes, there was still a bitter hatred among most of the population. Thusly, they had remained anonymous.

Another thing. How the hell did he know? He could know the names of the pilots even, perhaps, for there were records, hidden safely away in some Preventer base. But my relationship with all of them?hidden knowledge. Someone close would have to tell.

Heero.

?Mr. Billington, I find that any such information is irrelevant to this discussion.?

?On the contrary! It has everything to do with it!?

I said nothing, glancing up and down at my notes before I could stop myself.

I couldn?t do so again, though, strictly could not. My weakness was nervousness. Any such action that indicated that I was lacking in confidence could be my downfall. Everything was key.

He continued, ?Seven years ago, we had a war.?

?I am aware of that.?

I refrained from stating that I had a very front row seat to the whole mess, while he had probably still been in some school somewhere.

?The Gundam pilots wreaked devastation, even when the colonies were capable of taking care of themselves. And you, Miss Relena, you supported them. Not only that, but you had a very personal connection with one of them, most definitely putting your good judgment aside!?

He raised his voice with his accusation, so that by the time he had said ?aside?, it was a yell. I fought not cringing.

Taking my hands off the podium, and allowing them to fall limply at my side, I set my eyes on him in what I hoped was as challenging a look as he had given me. For, I could see his plan. I may not yet understand his reasons, but I could see what he truly wanted.

Tell them two stories. Tell the Earth that you want justice for the horrors committed by the Gundams and their pilots. Meanwhile, tell your cult the truth, that you want Death to Earth, and the other truth, that the lies are merely to achieve the goal. You get support from everyone that way, except for a select few, mainly the Preventers.

And if the Preventer?s support for Relena Darlian Peacecraft wavers, then you?ve got it all.

?You have no evidence.? I stated blandly.

He stood up straight. ?I have a name. Do you, or do you not deny the name of this person? Although I have heard that it was merely a codename, and that his real name is unknown, or that, he may not even have one.?

Two steps. Two miles. Forever far. No difference.

?The name, comrade Peacecraft, is Heero Yuy.?

I knew it before he said it, true, but all the same, the very way he pronounced the name shocked me. Could it be? I didn?t want to think that he had betrayed me, but the way things seemed?there was a sudden coldness that wrapped around me, and then a dizzying heat that spun upward throughout my body, only to take place in my most important tool of the moment, my mind. I felt fazed, tired.

I was, however, a Peacecraft. I kept my posture correct, not letting my dignity waver for but a moment. I held a responsibility, a very important one, and I would never allow myself to forget it.

?Do you know the name?? He asked, continuing to press me.

I nothing short of glared at him. ?My social life is not of any great importance here!?

He shrugged. ?I am testing your credibility, Miss Peacecraft. Your credibility as one of great heart.?

Damn him! He had trapped me. To continue to deny would question my integrity. I had no choice.

?I do not deny a personal relationship with Heero Yuy.? I said finally, the words feeling bitter and venomousness in my mouth.




?How did he know!? How the fuck did he know????

I watched Noin in the mirror as she paced around the dressing room, hands clasped behind her back, in one of the worst states of mind I have yet to see her in. She stopped her pacing for a moment to watch me through the mirror, as I watched her, and so we were for a moment, neither feeling strong enough to turn and look the other truly in the face.

?I don?t know.? I said, suddenly aware of a soft wetness on my cheek, and the shining tear in my reflection.

?You said you saw Heero and Wufei here earlier??

I nodded, slowly. After a moment, I reached my hand up and pulled my bun out, allowing my long, golden hair to fall down and frame my face.

?Tell me about it again.?

?They were talking in the hall, and I saw them while on my way to the stage area. Wufei seemed angry with Heero, he was almost shouting at him. He said something about how awful it was that Heero wouldn?t tell me about something, and that the consequences could endanger peace.?

I paused, picking up my brush with the greatest care and slowly combing through my locks.

?Relena??

?I came up and asked about the consequences. Heero told me it was none of my business.?

Noin muttered something under her breath about assholes. And for some reason, I had to stop myself from telling Noin that he wasn?t, he was just misguided. Remarkable. Even after all that, I still believed in the boy.

?Wufei told me not to listen to his shit. He said that it was dangerous, and that I shouldn?t go.?

?Go where??

?On stage.?

She turned away from the mirror. ?Oh, right.?

Silence descended upon the room, and I was grateful for it. I loved Noin like a mother, and would walk through fire if it meant procuring her safety, but at the moment, the thing I needed most was to be alone, and to think things out. I was a politician; I had to remember that. Logic was my greatest tool. At such times, I should have the ability to put personal feelings away, and use simple, pure logic.

Heero couldn?t have set me up, could he? He wasn?t a traitor. Yet, when he accepted a mission, he often put aside everything he held dear.

Except for me. His mission was to kill me. He never had.

Slowly, I put down the brush. My hands flew to my neck, and, after fighting a particularly difficult necklace clasp, I got it undone and placed it down besides my brush.

There was always the possibility that this too shocked him. Perhaps this hadn?t been the danger Wufei had been talking about.

Yes. He could be innocent.
Two great pearl earrings shone out at me from each ear. Gingerly, I took them out, grimacing a bit as one of the hooks scraped against my skin. They, too, found their way back to the dresser, besides the brush and the necklace.

He had to be innocent. Heero was many things, but he was not a turncoat, not a liar. Billington was a liar, a shrewd betrayer. Billington.

But that wasn?t Heero. He could only be innocent.

Innocent!

I turned around quickly to face Noin and explain to her my realization, the suddenness of my movement surprising her into looking my way, but unfortunately for my intentions, simultaneously the door slammed open and there was Wufei, out of breath and red-faced with a passionate anger.

?Where?s Heero?? Came Noin?s instant demand.

Wufei?s black eyes lingered on Noin for a moment, and then shot over to me. He all but forgot, or never head, Noin?s question. ?You admitted it!? He said.

I felt a stabbing pain in my chest. So, it had been the danger.

?Yes. What else was I to do??

But there was still that chance. I wouldn?t stop believing in him. I couldn?t, really. Foolish. I didn?t care.

Noin crossed her arms, eyeing Wufei with quiet disapproval. ?Wufei! Where is he??

?Heero??

?Yes, Heero!?

Wufei had been watching me, observing me, and doubtlessly, feeling sorry for me. I did not like the attention at all, really, but said nothing; too busy roaming around my thoughts to even tell him to stop staring at me. Turning back to Noin with a whish of his black ponytail, he retorted: ?I am not his mother, Noin. How am I supposed to know where he is??

Noin would have none of that. ?Wufei, as a fellow officer, tolerate me here and explain! Relena just told me about what happened in the hall. What did he say to you??

Wufei seemed about to return some nasty, degrading comment about women and honor, but, remarkably, also seemed to think better about it after glancing at me. ?He told me merely that Relena was going to be questioned about their relationship. And something about a video tape, but I did not understand that until the speech.? He looked at me. ?It would have been an amazing tactic if it had worked.?

I looked at my hands.

?That?s all? It doesn?t seem very likely to me??

?Are you questioning my honesty, woman??

Noin stepped forward. ?Yes, if it means getting the full story.?

?Noin. Wufei.?

They looked at me as I voiced their names, and I in turn lifted my eyes to face them. Playing nervously with a golden bracelet around my wrist, I said, as clearly as I could manage, ?I don?t give a shit about anything else right now other than the world is cheering a crazed radical who wants to blow up the Earth, and that everyone thinks I had a sexual affair with an assassin. It seems to me that that is the problem. Everything else comes later.?

Finishing my statement, I took off the gold bracelet. All of the jewelry was off. I couldn?t wait to rid myself of the memory of it.

I looked from Noin?s face to Wufei?s, and then back again, and neither of them had anything to add.




There was no stopping the influential young Billington?s rise to power. The next couple weeks must have been one whirlwind of a time for him. He gained two thousands new members, most of them joining because of their retired faith in me.

I had bungled it. Billington would make his move, I was positive of that, and the result would be catastrophic. Already he had begun to manufacture mobile suits. There were a few critics of this, saying that he led a human rights group (as was his second story), not a military, but for the most part it was overlooked. The tabloids were too fascinated by my horrifying confession to dwell long on it.

Meanwhile, I kept as far away from everything else as I possibly could, slipping into the shadows. Some would have said that I was hibernating, running away, and they would be exactly right, but I liked to think of it as biding my time. Every single day I would wake up, take breakfast in my room, work my way through the horrid paperwork, have a quick soda for lunch, do more paperwork, and then retire for the night. Only twice did I come out, and this was for strictly business purposes. The first time, I had scheduled a meeting with a neighboring country?s leader way before the Billington mess. The second time was for the same reason, except that it had only been set up four weeks ago. I felt so strongly about it, however, that I made an exception.

Anne was wonderful to me during this period. Several times she came in to inquire about my health, and when I launched into a long, elaborate, entirely truthful, explanation of how I really was doing, she did not listen for a few minutes and then run off with some hurried excuse about cleaning the kitchen windows.

?I?m very sorry this happened to you, my princess.? She told me once, her pretty brown eyes sparkling with heartfelt apology.

Other than paperwork and somewhat educated conversations with the other leaders, (the one seemed very distracted and kept pressing me about who Heero Yuy was) my social life kept me busy with hour-long vid calls. Lady Une gave me a long lecture about how the Preventers would not lose faith, and would continue to support me, and though I?m sure it was a hard-worked literary masterpiece, I was very tired and very thankful when it was done and we said our goodbyes.

Duo also called, personally promising to kill the worrisome Billington off. I assured him that it wasn?t necessary, but something about his tone told me he hadn?t been kidding. He was, I remembered, just like Heero, an assassin of a sort.

?When was the last time you talked to him?? I found myself asking.

Duo hesitated, and then said, ?At the reunion.?

There was a pause. Seeing that he would say no more, I began to question how Hilde was doing, but he cut me short, blurting out, ?The guy really cares about you, Reli.?

Then, he noted my question about Hilde, and said quickly, trying to pretend he had never said anything about the guy caring, ?Hilde is out at the moment. But I can get her to call you when she comes back.?

I opened my mouth to say something, promptly forgot what it was, sighed, and said, nodding, ?Sure. I?d love to talk to her.?

Trowa called as well, offering his own brand of quiet kindness. I learned, with great joy, that Catherine was pregnant. As her older brother, Trowa accidentally voiced many concerns about the strongman she had chosen to be the one.

However, the most interesting call I got was from Quatre.

One of the more strange things about this was when it took place, for though everyone else had contacted me within two days of what happened, and then had taken great care to keep in contact, (Hilde called me daily) I didn?t hear anything from Quatre until almost two weeks had passed. Several times I had decided very firmly to call him, but had forgotten, or gotten too nervous, or whatever. Each time it was different.

?He?s here.? Quatre had said, practically the very same instant that I had flicked the screen on, his face stilly blurrily coming into focus.

I blinked. ?Nice to see you too, Quatre.?

He shook his head. ?Yes, Miss Relena, but listen! He?s here!?

?What in heaven?s name are you talking about??

?Heero, Miss Relena.?

I choked on the coffee I had been drinking, spluttering it onto the vid screen. Cursing, and very embarrassed, I grabbed a nearby tissue and dried off Quatre?s face.

?Are you alright?? He asked, bemused.

I wiped off some droplets on my mouth and then disposed of the rag in a trashcan underneath the desk. ?Yes. What?s this about Heero??

He nodded slowly, seeming very cheerful, a little too cheerful, actually, for my taste. ?He?s here. Arrived a while ago, actually, but he specifically requested I not talk to you until day.?

That explained a lot, but left more to the mind?s wandering than ever before. ?Where is he?? I inquired, my eyes darting around the back of Quatre, as if expecting to see him leaning against the wall, sullen as ever.

?Not in this room.?

I nodded. ?Right, right. Well then, what does he want??

?It?s a rather odd request.?

I wished passionately that he would just tell me already. Did Heero want to confess, rub it in, or what? As I waited, it seemed to me that I could still hear his words, words that had been spoken only days before, saying oh-so-calmly, ?It?s none of your business.? That sentence haunted me; really, for I could not stop wondering about it, wondering if there was some strange message he had been trying to send me.

But of course, it was probably nothing. Nothing other than it was none of my business, even though it was exactly my business. It was exactly my business because my business was peace and this business was what harmed peace.

?Try me.? I said.

?Well, Relena?? He dropped the formal ?Miss? he was so accustomed to, surprising me in a slight way, ?He wants you to come here. To the Winner Corporation.?

I was very glad that I had set my coffee mug down, because I am positive that Quatre?s angelic blue eyes would have been stained an irreversible mud-brown otherwise.

?Miss Relena??

I sat back in my chair, considering my reply. ?Why??

?I couldn?t sleep without fear if I told you. Heero has made sure of that.? He chuckled. ?But, I think I can afford to say that he wants to tell you something face-to-face.?

Ah.

I was bewildered. Quatre had told me all right, and he had warned me that it was odd, and I think I may have expected it in a way, but all the same, my wonder and immediate agreement (for I could do nothing else than agree) was constantly followed by a nagging doubt, distrust of the entire thing. So long I had put faith in the boy without thought! And now this. It seemed that the moment I questioned his heart, was the moment that Heero wanted, needed me to confide great trust in him.

Quatre noticed that I wasn?t about to say anything further at the time. ?I have already called Wufei.?

I snapped out of my haze. ?What? Why??

?That?s the other thing, Relena. He wants Wufei to accompany you to my place, as a bodyguard.?

?Oh.? I said. Then, as an attempt at a joke, I asked, ?Anybody else that he wants to drop everything??

?Yes. Your brother has already agreed to come.?




I spent that entire evening laboring over the arrangements.

Although my workload had become somewhat less since that catastrophic night, as no one really wanted to send me work anymore, I still was quite busy and found it rather hard to just ?drop everything?. Not only that, but things had to be subtle. I was being watched with possibly more scrutiny than I ever had been before, and Quatre was certainly not a nobody either. I really did not want the headlines to read ?Love Triangle? Politician Peacecraft bewitches assassin Yuy AND tycoon Winner!? or, worse, ?Quatre Winner ? the truth? He piloted Sandrock!?

Fortunately, I was an expert at keeping my relationships private knowledge. Very soon I had come up with an excuse about using Quatre?s money for some charity, and needing to go there so that all the details of the thing would be handled.

After at least twenty or more vid-calls, I was ready. The next night, a taxi came to the castle at promptly seven. After giving Anne a warm hug, I was whisked off to a nearby hotel, where Quatre said that I was to meet my bodyguard for the trip, Wufei.

So, I waited.




I threw my suitcase and coat over in a corner of the hotel room, not even bothering to hand up the coat. Thankful for the hot chocolate mix offered in the lobby, I made myself a cup, using hot water from the bathroom and the packet. Then, I tiredly seized the remote control and, leaning against the end of the bed, my legs crossed, flicked the television on and began to search for some program worthy of my attention.

Rain pounded against the window. Thunder sounded in the distance. Bored by some half-witted comedy, I sighed, coming to the realization that I probably wouldn?t be getting the most peaceful sleep. ?Just great. And I?ve got ten straight hours of travel tomorrow too.? I mumbled to myself.

I wondered if it had been raining that night, six years ago. Probably not. I had left the window open, and hadn?t gotten wet. Heero must have been wounded in the light of the full moon, with the air hot and clammy around him.

?Not that it matters now.? I frowned, and closed my eyes, carelessly throwing the control up onto the bed. Sudden new sounds told me that I had changed the channel, but I couldn?t have cared less. Probably time to sleep at any rate, I thought, yawning.

Slowly, however, sounds other than the blaring television came to my ears, the sound of the door creaking open, and familiar footsteps across the wooden floor.

I blinked sleep-filled eyes, and looked up.

It was Wufei, but something was different about him. He stood in the doorway, holding himself normally, with a sort of regal air, and yet, I knew something was very, very different. Then I realized, with a sudden sort of click, like the lights had just gone on in my brain, that he didn?t have his hair in a ponytail. Without that strictness about his face, and with his long black hair casually touching his shoulders, he seemed more?. real. Somehow.

?I?m sorry if I?ve woken you.? He apologized. ?I just wanted to make sure you were??

?Here?? I interrupted, yawning. I raised my arms above my head in a stretch, yawning again.

He nodded, turning to leave.

I frowned, thinking, but then not really thinking, and finally, after a moment of this abnormal way of processing circumstances, I said, ?No, come in. I could use the company. I?m not really ready to go to sleep anyway.?

He nodded, slowly walking over to me and taking a seat on the bed. His hand fell upon the remote control, and I told him that it was all right to change the channel. I didn?t really know what I had been watching, anyway, I said.

?The news.?

I glanced at the screen to find he was right. Just about to tell him that I was fully aware of everything they could possibly be talking about at the moment, I opened my mouth, but found myself shutting it as a picture of me came on the screen. Wufei, for his part, showed no intention of changing anything after this.

It was me all right, but me as a schoolgirl. I could not understand why they wanted to show such an aged picture, but all was explained as a familiar voice, smooth and persuasive, began to narrate:

?The accusation I make is that at this age, a mere schoolgirl, yes, Relena Darlian Peacecraft, although only Darlian at the time, became acquainted with an exchange student by the name of Yuy.?

?The two were instantly paired off, and even when circumstances were changed??

I blinked as there was a flash and suddenly I was watching a soap-commercial.

?Wufei, I wanted to watch that! I think I ought to know all about my scandalous doings.?

?But I don?t.? Returned Wufei so calmly that I simply couldn?t argue with him.

There was a long silence. I was very tired, and could think of nothing to say, and neither could he. Not only that, but I was very busy convincing myself of the potential dangers that voicing a burning question would provoke.

?Wufei??

He looked down at me, blinking, and seeming so confused I had to admit it was cute

?Did you know??

?About what? The debate??

?Yes.?

He sighed, looking at his hands and turning the control round and round in his palm. ?Not until I met Heero there.? He said.

?Oh. ?want some hot chocolate?? I added, wanting something to do.

He nodded, and so I got up and went to the bathroom, washing out my glass and pouring in the hot water. When I was done with that, I grabbed a packet off the counter and shook it, feeling an odd satisfaction at the crunchy sound it made.

I was still busy preparing it when he surprised me, saying, loudly, so that his words would properly travel from room to room, ?I went to the debate because I thought Sally would be there.?

The crunchy crackle stopped as I opened the bag with a little pop. I was no longer paying attention, however, just being aware enough to pour the brown, delicious dust into the steaming cup. All of my attention focused on our odd conversation, I raised my voice to return, ?How are you guys doing??

Dishonor? Is that what you were going to say, Wufei?

?Honestly?? He asked.

?Yeah.?

?She?s getting married to someone else.?

My hand clumsily began a sweeping motion up to my cheek, knocking over the chocolate drink. Thank the heavenly lord above that my other hand had the grace to catch it before it all spilled out, only a few drops making their escape, slightly burning my arm.

?W-what??

My question met with silence. Looking up into the bathroom mirror, I saw my own face, an expression of horrified surprise written on it. I could only guess what Wufei must have looked like. I knew they really cared for each other. Or had.

Then, as I stirred the candy concoction with a plastic fork, the liquid circling and mixing into a grayish brown, Wufei spoke once more. ?He?s another officer. One who treats women right ? DAMMIT!?

I was at his side in a moment. He had his head in his hands, and would only look up briefly as I gave him the cup. He accepted it, not even looking up as he drank it, swallowing nearly half in one gulp.

?We?re both fools when it comes to love.? I told him, taking a seat next to him on the bed.

We talked about everything under the sun then, and even more, discussing our every secret thought and wish. Wufei confessed that he had been horrible to her, in a sense, never giving her a chance and always making some degrading comment about the worth of women. She had put up with him, but everyone has their limits. Two lost, he mumbled at one point, leaving me to wonder who the second one had been. I was not the only comforter there, however, as I poured out all my reasons for caring about the ?heartless assassin?. He was a wonderful listener, and I wished passionately that Sally could see how much he changed.

Soon though, sleep caught up with me. I would not dismiss him, and so ended up falling into exhaustion while he talked on about how awful he had been. In a hazy way, I remember him picking me up and placing me in a lying position on the bed, then taking the covers and tucking me in.

?We?re not as far away as you think.? He said, walking to the door.

There was a click as he shut off the lights, and the door slammed gently closed.

[Katherine]

Desert Bloom, your writing style is so...refreshing!! It is so wonderful, I don't even have any criticisms It is one of the best series I have read in awhile, probably since Black Rose's Traitor to the Cause, which is my absolutely favorite story ever!! Great job, don't get discouraged and keep writing! Looking forward to the next installment!
~Katherine

[blackrose]

Wow! Wonderful job with Wufei! I can't believe...gah, Sally, how could you??? **cries**

Yuy had better have something DAMN GOOD to say...or else.

Heero: Or else what?
Rose: Or else I'm finally going to write that 3xR fic.
Heero: **glares**
Rose: And I'll make it a lemon.
Heero: Trowa's a dead man if he lays one finger...
Rose: Oh, I'll kill you off first, or just not put you in the fic. OR WORSE.
Heero: You wouldn't.
Rose: Mmm hmm. I'll give you a choice - Dorothy...or...Duo.
Heero: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

That's what I thought. Don't mess with fanfic authors, Yuy. :razz:

Gah! I need another part! Next chapter!!!

Love,
Rose

[Angeldreams]

Great Job! Can't wait to read another chapter! Please don't let Sally be engaged to Heero... (Angst)

[goddesswing]

This story is awsome! Its very different. Heero seems like a total jerk! He's sooooo ignorant! I wonder how it will turn out... As much as I love the story and all, you said something about Heero's harsh brown eyes in the second chapter-- Aren't his eyes blue???

Love your story!!
+::goddesswing::+

[Tsukiyo]

That's so very good. If you hadn't already won me over, you just scored MAJOR brownie points because i absolutley LOVE Wufei as a character. i think he's the greatest. sadly, i'm still at a total loss for what's going on... ::cries in absolute confusion::

~tsukiyo

[Rose of Betrayal]

That is excellent, radical, awesome! But why is Heero being such a jerk? I want him to say something nice! Heero, say something nice, plizz! And Wufei...wow, he's finally acting nice! Great job!

<img src="http://images.quizilla.com/R/Ruri-chan/ ... _Ahope.JPG" border="0" alt="You represent... hope."><br>You represent... hope.

[Morrighan]

Ooh...!!! Poor Wufei!!! *sniffles*

I think I've read this story before... Did you ever post it anywhere else?? This part seemed really familiar...

Great job, can't wait to see more!!!

[Wingnut]

Wow! Wonderful job with Wufei! I can't believe...gah, Sally, how could you??? **cries**

Yuy had better have something DAMN GOOD to say...or else.

Heero: Or else what?
Rose: Or else I'm finally going to write that 3xR fic.
Heero: **glares**
Rose: And I'll make it a lemon.
Heero: Trowa's a dead man if he lays one finger...
Rose: Oh, I'll kill you off first, or just not put you in the fic. OR WORSE.
Heero: You wouldn't.
Rose: Mmm hmm. I'll give you a choice - Dorothy...or...Duo.
Heero: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

That's what I thought. Don't mess with fanfic authors, Yuy. :razz:

Gah! I need another part! Next chapter!!!

Love,
Rose

I'd choose Dorothy in that case. At least there Yuy has a chance of holding his own in the power play that would ensue between the two.

Angeldreams is right, don't let Sally be engaged to Heero. If you do Rose and I will show no mercy whatsoever. *cracks knuckles*