Wandering (8/?)

[moonkitty]

Chapter 8-I know you want to kiss me right now

A/N: Yes! An update? Zooooom....to the batmobile, Robin! Must go write more now!

Relena awoke to a patch of light on her cheek and the smell of something delicious cooking downstairs. She felt a now-familiar ache in her back that was the result of spending a life sleeping on European-style beds instead of futons. She rolled over and glanced at the chair by the desk that her dress used to be draped over.

Another newly familiar sensation rolled across her body, squeezed her heart, and settled on her stomach--the sensation of fear.

No. Fear was too gentle of a word to describe it.

It was a feeling of exposure, of nakedness.

It was terror.

The emotion swept up and down her again and she felt her body clench together.

Why?why?.why?.

"Good morning, Relena!"

She looked up suddenly, and found herself facing the lightly freckled face of a young boy.

"Hi, Tyrone," she said weakly.

He made a few steps forward before her crouched down, "Heero told me not to wake you up, but I wanted to say good-bye before I left. You won't tell him, will you?"

She her smile widened, "Of course not, Tyrone. This will be our secret."

"Promise?"

"Absolutely, but--" she glanced up at the clock "--I think you're going to be late if you don't leave!"

"But--"

She let out a subdued giggle at his pouting face, "What do you want to be when you grow up, Tyrone?"

Tyrone beamed suddenly, glad that Relena had dropped the school subject, "I'm going to be a space shuttle pilot!"

Relena lifted her eyebrows conspiratorially, "Well, you know what, Tyrone?"

"What?"

"Only kids who go to school can become shuttle pilots," she reached out for his hand and squeezed it, "If you don't go, Heero will find you here and get mad."

"Shoot!" he exclaimed, and was off like a bullet. Relena sighed in relief and rolled over in exhaustion.

"Great idea, Relena. Make me sound like the bad guy and alienate me from my kid."

The former first lady flipped back over to find herself staring at a slightly-annoyed Heero.

"C'mon, Heero. Don't tell me you're jealous!"

"I'm not jealous," he said solemnly, but there seemed to be a tint of blush to his cheeks.

"Sure," she said in a doubtful tone.

"I'm not," he reinforced, sitting on the dress-less chair, "I came to ask you if you wanted breakfast. I have to go to work now."

Relena ignored his query and stared up at the ceiling, "Do you remember when I was kidnapped by the Kheft, Heero?"[1]

"Yes," he said in a very final sounding way.

Relena also ignored his attempt to end the conversation, "How did you know I was in India?"

Silence spread like a soft blanket over the two for a long time. Relena examined a water stain on the ceiling while Heero stared off into space, not wanting to reply.

Heero finally answered with, "I just?knew."

She looked back at him, "You know, I've felt the same way about you sometimes--like I know where you are, or what you're doing or feeling."

He got up and moved over to the futon, where he knelt beside her, "That can't be true, Relena."

"Can't it?" she replied softly, "Then how do you explain the fact that I know what you feel right now?"

A corner of his mouth quirked, "What do I feel right now?"

She smiled at him from her supine position, her golden hair spread like the rays of the sun around her smooth face and her soft lips, "You want to kiss me right now," she said softly, "And you know what?"

"What?" he said hoarsely, his mind screaming at his body to run away.

"I want to kiss you too."

And, after a moment of hesitation, he leaned in and did just that, his narrow, slightly chapped lips brushing against her own supple ones--peeling away the layers of terror and desperation in both of them and melting into a honey-flavored plateau of contentment.



Several hours later, Relena was seated on a stool, leaning on the kitchen counter and sliding a slim finger around the rim of a cup of tea. White steam curled up from the flavored water and brought the smell of peppermint to her nose.

Her mind was not on the drinking the tea, smelling the tea, or anything else. It was stuck where it had been stuck all day, trapped in that moment in Heero's bedroom when his lips touched hers after what seemed to be an eternity apart.

Wayridge's kisses had always been sloppy and only brought on in passion, while Heero's seemed to be restrained and filled with desperate longing.

However, it had only been several weeks since her husband had died--not the time to be finding new lovers--or, in this case, reviving ties with old ones.

But, just this once, Relena did not want to think politically. All she wanted was to dissolve into Heero's arms for the rest of eternity.

Heero was typing at his computer, his brain on automatic as his fingers did the work for him and filled out the inventory forms he had been given to complete. It was one of those boring, menial tasks that freed his brain to think of other things, and, if one had the ability to peek into the ex-pilot's mind, one would have found his thoughts to be very similar to the ones running through Relena's brain at that time.

They both could not know that their minds would be filled with vastly more devasted thoughts in only a few short hours time.



Trowa Barton worked in a circus. He was considered by many to be the sad-faced clown--the one who could perform uncontested feats of acrobatic excellence, but remained with the same remote expression for his whole life.

His was a face untouched by doubt or love or regret, a face that concealed a heart filled with only one fear.

The fear of being nothing.

Nothingness seemed to follow him his whole life. He had no name, no soul, no family. Now he concealed that emptiness with a borrowed name, a borrowed soul, and family that wasn't truly his.

Deception was his only talent, subterfuge his most sought-after skill.

Who was Trowa Barton?

Trowa Barton was a revolutionary with a longing for war.

The man who carried the name of Trowa Barton was nothing more than a shadow of a human being, not quite alive, but definitely not dead either.

He was said to be in love, but was he really in love? One could not love Trowa Barton, at least not the whole Trowa Barton, because no one really knew him.

You can never truly know nothing, only feel it.

It brushes across your skin late at night. It stands in the shadows of a room watching you sleep before it turns, leaps out of the window, and is gone.

Such was the heart of Trowa Barton.

Said person was seated quietly in the garden Relena was working on, his eyes fixed on the garden fence as he let his mind drift to many things. Not much a conversationalist, he had not bothered to ask Relena what had her looking so starry eyed that morning, but had merely perceived that it had something to do with Heero, and left it at that.

He would be the first to hear the screams.



Relena neatly assembled the components for dinner while she thought of other things. If the president had not been assassinated, she would be travelling with him to a summit to discuss settling regional disputes. Her heart, young and beating with the vigor of those of a determined temperament, longed to have a more active role in these meetings, to be, as she was before, the one to settle disputes between people.

Perhaps when this has all cleared up, she mused to herself, I'll go back into politics.

Tyrone had not yet come home yet, and had called to say that he would be staying at a friend's house to work on some project or another for school.

Trowa was still outside, now pulling weeds in the newly planted vegetable patch at Relena's request.

It was then when Relena heard a scuttling-sound in the garage. It was a scratching sort of sound, like the paw of an animal on a door, or the skittering of a bird landing on concrete. Certain that some animal had been trapped inside, Relena approached the door in the kitchen that was joined to the garage.



Heero leapt out of his chair. He could see explosions of red through his mind's eye and the smell of blood in his nose. He looked around wildly, searching for the cause of his disruption before he stilled in a tense, tormented pose.

"Heero, how did you know I was in India?"

"I just?knew."

"You know, I've felt the same way about you sometimes--like I know where you are, or what you're doing or feeling."

"How do you explain the fact that I know what you feel right now?"

No. It could not be.

He left in a mad dash--his work forgotten, his heart in his mouth.



Relena pushed the door open carefully, her eyes wide. As the door opened, the light from the kitchen fell into the gloom of the garage, where a girl, bloody, beaten, and with features somewhat similar to Relena's, lay dead on the floor, her blood staining the cement and a sign around her neck.

Relena's lips moved with the words.

"You're next, Relena Peacecraft."

She felt that familiar sensation again. What was it called?

Terror.

She could not stop screaming.


[1] The Kheft I mention was a drug ring from the first installment of this series called "Masquerade"

[Angelzhaloc9]

That was a great chapter, loved the cliffy at the end.

[blackrose]

On 2002-04-18 19:11, moonkitty wrote:
Chapter 8-I know you want to kiss me right now

Ooooh yes. COME HERE Moonkittikittkins! Mwah! Mwah!

Moonkitty: **recoils** Ick! I was kidding, get away from me, Rose! BLAAAAAH! **runs away**

Rose: **running after Moonkitty** Kissy kissy! Mwah! Let me give you a big smooch!

Moonkitty: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

A/N: Yes! An update? Zooooom....to the batmobile, Robin! Must go write more now!

*lol* Is this your excuse for lurking? Hmmmm? :razz:

Moonkitty: Put that tongue back in your mouth, Rose. I don't get paid enough to kiss you. YECH!

[1] The Kheft I mention was a drug ring from the first installment of this series called "Masquerade"

OH HEY! I remember that fic...from AGES ago. **looks at watch** Yep, maybe you'll finish this one some day too. **glares**

Moonkitty: **Pulls up sleeves** All right, that's it. You're going down!

Rose: Eeeek! Erm...not going to relate that to the whole 'kissing' episode.... o_O **pulls up sleeves and then brandishes her dreaded noodle of death** WAPISH! Bring it on!

Moonkitty: **still dazed by Rose's earlier comment** ACK! The noodle of death! ACHOO! You know I'm allergic, get it away!

Rose: :razz: :razz: :razz: Where's chapter 9? Hmmmmm?

^__^

Good work. We miss you, you know. :razz:

**Hugs**

Love,
Rose

[moonkitty]

::Moonkitty uncovers a gigantic plastic contraption and puts it on her head::

Moonkitty: Har har har! So hip...so cool...uh-huh....


::moonkitty strolls around town, bobbing her head and doing a fuuuuuuuunky dance::

Sound effect: MUUUUUUUUA--THUNK!!!!

::moonkitty shakes her head, grins, and moves on::

Moonkitty: Feel the funkah music.....

Sound effect: MUUUUUUUUUUA--THUNK!!!!

::Rose appears with a big bandaid on her face::

Rose: CURSES! I've been foiled!

Moonkitty: ::points at her plastic contraption:: It's my patented Kiss Deflector. Only $59.99 plus tax!

Rose: GAH!!! She mentioned retail! I'M BEING ATTACKED BY HORRIFIC NIGHTMARES!!!!

Moonkitty: Score!

Rose: Har har har! I've distracted you! Now I can nail you with my NOODLE OF DEATH!!!

:;Rose does a cool Matrix-y spin and whacks (poor) Moonkitty in the back of the head::

Moonkitty: ::ACHOOACHOOACHOOACHOOACHOOAAAAAAA.....::pause:: Oh. Okay. I guess I'm don--CHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

::Rose cackles maniacally!!!::

Moonkitty: You may have won the battle, but *I* will win the waaaaaar!!!!!

***

On a more serious vein, I really miss the ML....and I'm going to be *completely* gone in June! Eeeekers!!! It's true! I'm going to Brasil to visit my family (my wonderful internet-less family, I might add) until July something-th!

But then...I'll be baaaack!!!


~moonkitty

[Beck]

I spent the past 3 nights catching up to this entire arc (had to print it at work to read everything) and I believe the whole time I caught myself hanging on to the edge of my seat just wanting to get to the next parts. This one confirms it when i nearly caught myself screaming AHHHH!!!!

Not only that but grrr....when will Ariel DIE!!?? That...that...that bitch!:x sorry but if I could only wrap my hands around her neck and just.... I guess I'll leave that job up to Heero to take care of. Hope the next chapters dont take too long now.

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[Tsukiyo]

Moonkitty!!! you're so terrible to us!! Writing such WONDERFUL fanfiction and then leaving it at such awful CLIFFHANGERS!! though thank you very much for that kiss! I was wondering when Heero and Relena were going to stop being so silly and just...well, you know ::wink wink:: Next Chapter Please!

~Tsukiyo
ps- I remember Masquerade. it was just as fantastic. and so was Rehabilitation.

[Desert Bloom]

Wow....I don't think I've ever read such beautiful work before in my entire life...this is like magic....