[Fic] Final Mission Status by Mizaya and Zapenstap (2/?)

[zapenstap]

Final Mission Status

Chapter Two

By Mizaya and Zapenstap


They can?t be serious.

But Relena knew they were. She didn?t remember leaving the office, or any tail-end conversation that had passed between herself and Commander Une. Experience and a gift for poise under pressure assured her that she had remained calm and collected even when her heart seemed to crumple inside her chest like a bag imploding from depressurization. She felt light-headed at first as she walked back down the hallway of the Preventer Headquarters, half drunk with visions that swam before her eyes, wishing she could touch the wall or hold onto a rail to steady herself.

The passing Preventers who smiled at her didn?t even register. She nodded to them out of habit, and moved in as graceful and straight a line as she could manage, but her thoughts were a whirlwind. Memories of that man, William Cole, smiling at her as he sipped on a dry martini and offered her strawberries to go with her champagne mixed with visions of nuclear destruction. Radioactive waste, byproduct from the uranium and plutonium used in fission, stored in seventeen concrete tubs in Nevada, now in the hands of a crazy terrorist whose only demand was to marry her. It was not a global risk, not like a nuclear bomb, but if Cole opened those containers, the western United States would face a medical and environmental hazard with yet unknown far-reaching consequences.

To stop him they needed time, and to gain that time Relena needed to be married. Not only on paper, but also in seeming reality because she was going to be watched, by a mole in the Preventers. Relena stopped walking, putting a hand to her forehead to stop the spinning. The man who would be playing her husband, living in her home, but still protecting her? Heero Yuy.

He must have known that right from the start there was something about him that drew her near. How could he not, the way she had chased him around the world, worrying about him, about his life, his body, and his heart, despite his telling her to stop, that he wasn?t worth it, that those things were not important to his mission? Something in her cared about Heero in a way she had never cared about anyone, perhaps trying to compensate for the injustice that had been done to him, and she hadn?t even known why, not for the longest time. It was clear to her now that back then Heero had represented a pureness to her in an otherwise shaken world, a strength and natural kindness that would not, could not be compromised. She wanted it. She had wanted to be like that. And somehow that had turned into wanting him, into loving him. But she smothered such feelings, because she knew they were impossible. Over the six years since their first meeting on that deserted beach, Relena had tried to get Heero Yuy out of her mind, allowing her thoughts to wander to him only when she was lonely and desperate and needing to know he was out there just to comfort herself. She always caught herself thinking on him, relying on him, wishing he could be near, despite the fact that they rarely even spoke anymore. He always just showed up when she needed him, silent, unexpressive, smiling at her sometimes, listening if she forced herself to speak, and then departing as abruptly as he came. Deep in her heart, she felt?no, she knew?that for him at least, it was work.

Or was it? If there was anything more between them on his side, he had never made any indication of it. She had spent six years loving him while pretending not to. Now, with this new mission, she was afraid that he would spend the next six days pretending to love her when he really didn?t. And if that was so, could she bear it, or would it break her?

Relena brushed her hair out of her eyes, walking half-blind now, and flushed when she bumped into someone. She was so dazed that she hadn?t even watched where she was going around the corner until her face had rammed into a man?s chest. Embarrassed, she spoke an apology under her breath, stepping back from the Preventer uniform, trying not to blush excessively. He grabbed her wrist, steadying her, and when she regained her balance enough to look up into his face?a moment only since their collision?she gasped.

Heero?s eyes were like a hawk?s, bright and sharp beneath a mass of thick, dark hair that angled over his face and eyes. He wore a Preventer?s coat, though he wasn?t strictly a Preventer, the earthy tones of brown and back complimenting his dark coloring and outlining the set of his shoulders and slender, toned body. Relena froze, head jerking back as her eyes widened.

?You all right?? His tones were earthy too; deep and dark, not rumbling like thunder, but smooth and solid and strong.

Relena stepped back, pursing her lips and folding her hands as she met him in the eyes, hiding her emotions behind a mask oriented toward putting aside her whims and doing her duty. Taking a deep breath, she stole away the part of herself that longed to collapse against this man and feel him embrace her in mutual weakness. ?Heero,? she greeted him soberly, ?I was just looking for you.? She paused, hoping it looked like she was choosing her words when in reality it was because her heart lurched in her chest, pitter-pattering with an almost violent beat. ?It appears?? She fumbled, the words twisting on her tongue. Only Heero could make her lose track of her speech. She flushed unconsciously. ?I?ve just returned from Commander Une?s office. Due to a critical situation in the Northern Hemisphere and a combination of extenuating circumstances, it appears as though?? She had to force it out, ?as though you and I are going to be working on a mission together.?

Heero?s eyes narrowed. ?Relena-?

?Lady Une has informed me of a terrorist threat,? she interrupted, almost frantic now to be finished with it, to let the void wrap around her and carry her into oblivion. She closed her eyes, her stomach shaking, fighting to hold onto her outward calm. ?Large nuclear waste canisters have been discovered by a man that I-?

A strong grip on her upper arm made her cut off her words and focus. Her eyelids flew open to see Heero?s eyes staring at her with an impenetrable gaze, those midnight irises shrouded from invasion by a hardness that was colder and thicker than steel. Now that she was looking she couldn?t tear her eyes away, her mouth falling open into a gape, not sure how to tell him, unable to anticipate his reaction. What would he do, learning the situation, what would he think? She was distracted by the thought that, despite its hardness, his face was beautiful.

Looking into that face, she found the strength to say what she had to. ?Heero, about the mission. You are I are supposed to pretend??

?I know.?

Her eyes popped, her head shrinking, hands falling limp at her hands. ?You do?? It was a struggle to say, a breath out of a void of possible answers and reactions. It changed everything. As her collected exterior disintegrated, things came into a new light. Here they were, his fingers around her arm, his body so close she could smell his musky aftershave?and he knew. And there was no reaction, no apology, no consideration or reassurance or cooperation in his expression. No emotion.

?This has been a developing situation for some time, Relena.?

It wasn?t often that Relena couldn?t think of anything to say, but as his words sunk in, they seemed to disappear into a vortex of blank space. Her mind was an empty husk. At first she wondered if he knew the whole of it, but then she realized that of course he did. She was always the last to know. Her brother had probably told Heero of this mission days ago. Maybe his reaction then would have told her something, would have revealed some emotional conflict or doubt or struggle. But maybe not. Maybe he had just accepted the order like he did everything else.

Heero let go of her arm and resumed his typical stance, hands at his sides and back straight. In his neat Preventer uniform, his image was that of an eternal soldier, something that was only half real, human only in unguarded moments of weakness. ?Here,? he said. ?This is for you.? He reached into his pocket and handed her a small red box, shaped like a heart. Relena accepted it with cold hands, her fingers numb, recognizing it as a box from a jewelry store on the other side of town, one she liked. ?You might as well start wearing it now,? Heero told her. His eyes did not change. ?Don?t worry about what people say. Rumor will help and the misconceptions can be cleared up later.? His arm fell away from her when she took the box.

Traitorous fingers shook slightly as Relena opened it. The wedding ring inside was beautiful, just what she would have picked out, a two carat diamond sparkling brilliantly in a setting of white gold, an antique style with filigree scrollwork fading into the band. It was breathtaking.

?Heero,? she whispered, forgetting for just a moment that this was not a real proposal, her heart thumping in her chest, her body warm and wishing suddenly for the comfort of another. She smiled as she took the ring from the box, turning it around between her thumb and forefinger.

?I?ll see you tonight,? Heero said.

She looked up, eyes wide as she felt him pass by her on the left, a casual brush of his sleeve against her arm. When she turned, he was gone. Clutching the ring in her hand, Relena bit her lip, biting back a sudden onslaught of emotions she could not name. In all of her indulgent daydreaming, Heero?s eventual proposal to her had been romantic and intimate. Never had it happened in the middle of an office building with the stiff offering of a ring that someone else had picked out and bought. Never had he walked away from her right after she received it. Her dreams careened and crashed, splintering against stone, slashed by the piercing blaze of Heero?s eyes. The mystery surrounding him plagued her; she had never seen him so stiff and formal, not yielding even a flicker of sentiment. She had thought they were a little closer.

But this was work.

Sighing, Relena slipped the ring onto the appropriate finger. Closing her eyes, she let her mind drift, releasing her expectations and fears. Surely the worst was over now. She could endure Heero being Heero. It really wasn?t a change. Looking down at the ring on her finger, she smiled. She would have to thank Une or Sally or whoever had picked it out for doing such a good job. As she admired the gem, a thought came to her: the recent memory of Heero's hand, the one that had touched her arm. There was something there, a silvery flash. He was already wearing his ring. She had to laugh, to ease the tension if for no other reason.

For all practical purposes, she and Heero were now married.

*****

Lady Une leaned back in her chair and let out a very long breath. ?Well, that went as well as could be expected,? she said to her colleague.

Now that Relena was gone, the atmosphere seemed less tense. For three days she had been in as near a panic as she had ever been, worrying about what the mission would mean to Relena and if the girl could handle it. Une trusted the peace of the world in Relena?s hands, but the Vice Foreign Minister was no operative. Anything out of place could lead to the mass destruction of any number of things. Nuclear fallout. It was always thought to be a threat of the past.

Zechs, who seemed to have adopted a permanent scowl, made a noncommittal sound. ?Relena is capable of this mission. I have no concerns regarding her capabilities, but I do make her emotional distress my business. Heero Yuy may have been the best choice, but I can?t say that it makes me happy, Une.?

?Do you think she still has feelings for him?? It was a stupid question, but Une was curious about how Zechs felt about Relena?s attachment to Heero. That she had one was obvious, even when she tried to hide it. Relena was a good political actress, but when she first realized what the mission really was, nothing could have hid that conflicted anguish in her face. It was good that she was so strong. ?Relena can handle herself quite well, I?m sure.?

Icy blue eyes flashed in her direction, as if Zechs could tell her words were intended to pacify him, and likely he did know, but before he could retort, there was a buzzing on her intercom.

?Yes, Margaret?? Une answered coolly.

Her secretary was slow to answer. ?Officer Barton requesting admittance, Commander.?

?Send him in.?

Trowa stepped immediately through the door, quietly moving to stand at attention before her. Une merely waved her hand at him. ?There?s no need for the formality, Trowa.?

His relaxation was minimal, but it made him look less like a toy soldier and more like the calm, analytical, courteous person that he was. ?I came to report on the status of the intelligence and counterintelligence, Commanders.? His eyes acknowledged both her and Zechs.

?Did Maxwell complete his mission?? Zechs asked.

?Yes,? Trowa replied, ?his mission went exactly as planned. He even had time to add a few?personal touches.? The usually stoic Trowa smiled, a small twist of the lips bringing a gleam to his eye. Une had known that if she let Duo perform the counter mission, he would play a few small jokes on Heero and Relena, but he really was the best man for the job. She was a little curious what it was he had done that Trowa found so funny, but she knew the basic outline of the mission.

Early that morning, right as Relena answered that phone call Une personally conducted, Duo was already waiting just outside her door. When the Vice Foreign Minister left for her mandatory 8 o?clock appointment, he went in and redecorated her house from top to bottom, making it look as if Heero had already been living there. He had been instructed to compliment Relena?s feminine d?cor with things from Heero?s apartment or things that Heero might have or need, such as books and tools, furniture, food and his clothing and personal items. It also meant adding some wedding-associated things, like a fake guest book in the study and a doctored wedding picture that Duo had made himself. What Duo might add to that?well, Une could imagine.

?What about the mole?? Une asked, trying to get images of what Duo would find humorous out of her head.

?As our intelligence previously predicted, Private Richardson arrived at the premises just after Maxwell vacated it. Our reports indicate that everything is going smoothly. His equipment is top-of-the-line, employing a constant video feed as well as optimum sound. In some places, he?ll be able to hear even whispers.?

?Do they know they can?t talk on site?? Zechs asked.

?Yuy knows,? Une explained. ?We did tests with similar equipment. Heero understands exactly how loud he will be able to speak at precisely what distances from the speakers and not be heard.? She frowned. ?It isn?t much. They?ll be better off not trying to act out of character around the cameras.?

?What about Relena?? Zechs asked.

Lady Une shrugged. ?Heero will tell her what she needs to know. They need to carry this thing twenty-four seven unless we stage-manage breaks for them. I?m sure Richardson will have Relena followed. That?s why I didn?t want to keep her here long.? Ignoring Zech?s fingers clenching on the chair, Une turned to Trowa. ?Anything else? Is our mole having any difficulties rigging Relena?s home??

?The surveillance team across the street from Relena?s house will alert me if anything goes awry, but the calculated probability of failure is very low.? After delivering his technical report, Trowa hesitated. ?It?s important that he succeeds. This mission depends on the mole being successful in his infiltration in order to ease the fears of our real enemy.?

Lady Une knew that perfectly well. Trowa would not let any loose ends botch this mission. When a mole was detected, it was always best to let the mole believe that he was acting anonymously and keep a sharp watch. If one double agent was weeded out, it only meant that another, unknown enemy, would take its place, and then they would be left in the dark. Trowa knew that as well as anyone. Her faith in his skills had been the sole reason for appointing him as head of Internal Affairs. Of course, all of the former Gundam Pilots had high positions in Preventer ranks when they were needed, but as their leader, Une knew that some were better suited for particular tasks.

?What is it, Barton?? Zechs demand, his sharp voice slicing through the air like lightening. Une always thought that ?Lightening Count? had been a fitting and versatile title. She hadn?t realized that Trowa was holding something back, but by the way his eyes looked to the left was a characteristic sign.

?About Relena. Supposing she is even up for the job, do you think there will be consequences? Her feelings for Heero?.? Even Trowa faltered under Zechs? hard stare.

His response was clipped and final. ?Relena is quite able to do any job. It?s Yuy that will be the problem.?

Lady Une?s thoughts were grim. Heero Yuy was almost inhuman in his ability to get a mission done. The Perfect Soldier was now the perfect Preventer. If anything, Heero would be too good as Relena?s husband, and then Zechs would really be furious.

*****

Relena?s day had been even more arduous than usual. Three meetings ran more than a little late, and the time constraint had forced her to skip lunch. The coffee and candy bar that she had bought from the vending machine in the lobby of her building had only made matters worse. Caffeine without real food addled her thoughts and made her over-talkative, as if she didn?t have other things on her mind that were already making her jittery. She felt like she had missed everything important that was said in her meetings. She tried to keep her mind focused on her work, but the big glittering diamond on her left hand made her assistant stare and the delegates smirk, and that made it difficult. She didn?t need them to remind her that she was wearing it. It was a fair sized stone, but it shouldn?t make her hand feel like it was ten pounds heavier. Eventually the strain of not gaping at it had gotten to be so much that she turned it on her finger, stone on the palm side. That had relieved a little of the anxiety. A little.

The scene with Heero kept playing over and over again in her head, especially the end, when he had said he would see her tonight. Well, it was tonight now, and her driver had just turned down her street. Would he come knocking on her door later? Would he welcome her home? Would he pretend to be tired and go straight to bed so he wouldn?t have to talk to her? A million possibilities flashed through her mind before the driver pulled up alongside her modest, two-story classic home and opened the door for her. Though her heart was beating fast again, Relena smiled and relaxed outwardly, making herself assume her practiced poise as she thanked the man and walked to the front door of her white house. Fishing her keys from her purse, she opened the lock and stepped inside.

She stopped dead in the entryway.

Relena had a quaint, clean house. On the main floor, her nice oak floors and accent wood paneling were crisp and polished, together with white walls and an elegant curving staircase that led to the upper level. Her entryway was open and light, adorned with simple, pretty paintings and a rose-colored flowered rug. Her living room, off to her left, was also open and uncluttered, the furniture and accessories maybe a bit girly with plush, floral couches and crystal vases. To the right was her kitchen, a spacious one despite her lack of serious culinary time. It was nice, though, all white and light-colored wood with marble countertops and a good-sized island.

This was not her house.

The pink flowered rug, which she had paid good money for and picked out especially for her foyer, was replaced with one of more traditional patterns and shapes in navy and forest green and white. It was nice, but it wasn?t hers. The living room looked like a different universe. Instead of her nice girly couches, there were black leather ones, and crystal vases were now angular, bold-colored sculptures. The only thing that was the same was the white carpeting. A stray idea popped into her head that if they had been given enough time that would be different as well. The only place that she could see that looked unaltered was her kitchen, and even that looked slightly different. Relena narrowed her eyes when she saw that her lovely pink curtains were now dark red.

Hiding her irritation, she strode under the curving double stair to the back of the entryway, where a thick wooden door hid her study. Other than her bedroom, her study was her favorite room in her house. All of her books should be neatly lined up on the shelves, with pictures of family and friends on the mantle above her stone fireplace. Looking around briefly, she was grateful to see that not that much had changed, but she noted with narrowed eyes some messily stacked books about guns and mobile suits that were shoved randomly on shelves where there was space, and the absence of her photos. Those, for some reason, had been replaced with a large, hideous stuffed hawk.

The hawk frightened her when she first laid eyes on it. She flinched, thinking for a moment that it was real, its pinions and feathers a dark molted brown, petrified talons digging into a stained wooden base. Its beak was especially hideous, the life-like semblance causing her to wonder what it could do as a weapon. She had heard of birds of prey being trained to claw out the eyes of humans and horses in ancient battles, though she wasn?t sure if the information was factual. The eyes particularly caught her. They were glass, and dark blue, watching her with an intensity that had made her think the horrid thing was alive when she first saw it.

Though the hawk was stuffed, realization hit Relena suddenly that she was being watched. It wouldn?t do to be gaping at her own house like she had never seen it before, even if she felt like she hadn?t. Moving slowly, as if she was merely disoriented from exhaustion and not because anything was out of the ordinary, she tossed her purse onto the desk like she did every day and picked up her day planner, pretending to sort through it. Flipping the pages gave her a little time to adjust. She could live with all of the changes (as long as they were all fixed later!) and she could do this mission.

Scribbling an invented note in the planner about a change of rooms for one of her meetings, she set the planner beside her purse on the dark wooden desk. There was a miss-matched stack of books there, too. One entitled ?The History of Space Battle? and another ?Maintaining your Mobile Suit.? Relena almost choked as she eyed some more of the unfamiliar titles on the bookshelf, noting that whoever had added these books knew Heero pretty well even if they were poking fun. A collection of poems by William Blake leaned up against ?Evolution of the Handgun,? and Relena?s stack of classic literature had expanded to include a few authors that were a bit too dry and pedantic for her taste. A thin advertising pamphlet labeled ?spandex, the new fabric of our lives? looked to have been tossed on top of a massive technical guide on tactics and weapons. That certainly sounded like a Heero Yuy book. Smiling, she picked up the stack on the desk in order to shelve it nicely with the other books when she noticed one that was different. It was white with gold lettering. Curious, she opened it.

Names covered several of the pages inside. They were all names she knew, like Noin and Dorothy and Quatre. She had to smile at the effort they had put into actually making a fake guest book for her wedding. A message scribbled at the bottom caught her attention. ?Congratulations on your life together. Hope you like the stuffed bird I got you. It reminded me of someone! -Duo.?

Relena set the book back down on the desk and covered her light laugh with her hand. The fact that Duo had put all of this garbage in her house made sense. She should have recognized that from a mile away. Her laugh wasn?t for that alone, though. That awful bird did remind her of Heero, in the eyes at least, although she would never say that to his face. Wiping her eye, she set the album back down, caressing the cover for the benefit of the camera as if it was something she had always been fond of.

Staring at the album, it occurred to her that this was for real, that Heero would be living in her home, circling around one another, eating meals together, sleeping in the same bed together? Relena?s heart rate sped up and she turned on her heel, leaving her study to climb slowly up the spiral stairs to the bedroom. She wondered if she would have enough time to take a shower and change before Heero came home from ?work,? to wrap herself decently in a robe and perhaps make them both some tea to calm her nerves. She didn?t know what she was going to do with Heero actually living in her space, how that was going to work, but she knew she needed to hurry.

Shrugging out of her coat on the way up, Relena pushed open the bedroom door and tried not to stop and stair at the changes. Her eyes darted first to the King size, four post bed in the middle of the room and tried to adjust to the way all of her furniture had been moved around or replaced to accommodate it. The colors were not the frilly whites and airy blues she had left this morning, but dark, deep classical colors like the rest of the furniture in the house. The wood for the furniture upstairs was darker than below, lending a deep, mellow tone to the atmosphere. The covers were a dark cherry red, and the matching curtains on the windows obscured light enough to darken the room, making it somehow?sensual.

Relena stared at the bed, eyeing it out of the corner of her eye as she tossed her coat over the chair and removed her shoes and earrings. Her heart was just thumping loudly now, powerful and strong, echoing in time with her thoughts. She couldn?t quite grasp the reality of the situation. It seemed surreal somehow, like these were props on a stage set for a movie and that none of the details would need to be videotaped. And yet, there was something comforting about it, something solid and sure and?nice to the way she felt. She laid her hand on the dresser, staring at the diamond ring gleaming on her finger, emotions swelling up in her stomach, flooding her senses.

A man?s hands grasped her by the waist and she let out a small gasp of air before the familiar scent of Heero?s aftershave drifted to her nose. His fingers wrapped gently around her stomach, the rest of him coming firmly up behind her, leaning into her, pulling her back as if to relax her by dragging her close to his body. If anything, she stiffened, feeling his face come up along the side of her neck, his lips moving in her ear.

?Welcome home, Relena.?

Relena?s eyes widened. The words rolled easily off his tongue, still in those same dark tones with which she had heard him speak before, only with a softness to it now, a sweet gentleness that stole her heart and swept her mind away. Her eyes widened, the compassion in Heero?s voice killing her words. Her stomach trembled under his hands and she closed her eyes, breathing in oxygen and his scent with it, more terrified than happy, and completely lost.

His hand rose to her face, brushing away strands of her hair, caressing her cheek, and then she felt his lips against her neck. All rational thought left her. It was a sweet, loving gesture, asking nothing, but unmistakably intimate, and she swallowed, her heart constricting as a deep, painful longing welled up from somewhere deep within her, a lonely cry making itself heard from where it had been long buried and ignored. But she knew none of this was real.

?How was your day?? he whispered, his embrace both a torture and a comfort.

She smiled, for the camera, because she was the hope of the world, or some part of it, and people needed her to smile. She relaxed, shaking out her anxiety, remembering what she was about. Turning her head slightly toward Heero, just enough to make out a tenderness in his eyes that she had never seen before, she transported the smile to him.

?Fine,? she replied.



Zapenstap: *sob* I love this fic!! I kill myself!
Mizaya: *tear* i love this fic, too! T_T And lots of people reviewed it! Thank you!
Zapenstap: Yeah thanks! We squeal and IM each other every time we get a review. O_O
Mizaya: Yay!
Zapenstap: I really love this fic! *dances*
Mizaya: Do the readers know what we have in store for them? *smirk*
Zapenstap: *still dancing* I don?t know! *to readers* Do you?
Mizaya: Please review! ^_^
Zapenstap: ^_^ Pleeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaase!

[The Engrish Spy]

Ah I hate when you leave me at the cliffie.... Do you know what this does to my sanity?

[Ame-san]

I already reviewed it on FF.net, but I just want to say it again that I am really loving this. Heero is a very good actor, isn't he?

[Kari]

I love this story. You and Mizaya make a great team. Keep on writing.

[criminal wreckchords]

this is one of the most original and wonderfully written fics i've read in awhile. the plot is gripping and devious, and the torture i'm sure will ensue has me laughing evilly and anxiously awaiting more.

[illiterate]

I was with very limited enternet access for almost three weeks but now I'm back and Zap has a new fic. Yes! I'm so excited about this fic. Thanks so much to both of you, ya'll are doing a great job.

[Akasha]

So, so, good! Heero...acting....isn't he already an actor?

[Wingnut]

Time to squeal and IM each other again.
This is too good. "If anything, Heero would be too good as Relena?s husband, and then Zechs would really be furious." No kidding.
Whose idea was it for the hawk anyway? And this "A thin advertising pamphlet labeled ?spandex, the new fabric of our lives?" Typical Duo. He likely made that phamplet himself.
Keep it up you two.

[Mizaya]

Time to squeal and IM each other again.
This is too good. "If anything, Heero would be too good as Relena?s husband, and then Zechs would really be furious." No kidding.
Whose idea was it for the hawk anyway? And this "A thin advertising pamphlet labeled ?spandex, the new fabric of our lives?" Typical Duo. He likely made that phamplet himself.
Keep it up you two.

Oh, I did squeal and IM her, hehe. I had to respond to this to give myself due credit for the hawk, which was my idea (the description is all hers though). I take full responsibility for the randomness of Duo's little "gifts" and describing Relena's house, but it would have sucked if Zap hadn't made it all pretty for me. She's the detail lady. I'm the human plot bunny. I'm also the evil one, heh heh.

And the spandex thing was something I mentioned in silliness when she was asking me for Heero-ish book titles. She made the actual title and put it in there. You should have seen some of my other titles: "Spandex: the new versatility in colony fashion," "What to do with your scrap Gundanium," and my personal favorite: "101 places to hide a gun in Spandex shorts"

We have great fun writing this. Don't plan on stopping! No way no how! You guys don't even know half of the stuff we have plotted out for this fic. Makes me laugh maniacally and rub my hands together like a proper villain. Keep reviewing, though. We like the squealing!

[takisha16]

ZAPENSTAP YOU HAVE DONE IT AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
my GOD!!
you two make the most awesome team!!!!! please continue the fic!!! it is so good i am begging for more!!
I always imagined heero as relena's husband, but this goes far beyond normal limits!!
Duo's character was exceptionally great! , i mean those titles?!
jjajjajajaj
id sure like to know at leat 20 places to hide a gun in heeros spandex shorts
gottttaaa love it!
keep it up!!
takisha16(blinding lust_17)