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<H4>AN: This is a look into Relena's relationship with her brother, and has a little mention of HY/RP in it... oh my gosh, I wrote a fic not completely centered around Relena and Heero! ?What's the world coming too!</H4>
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Disclaimers: I don't own Gundam Wing, the song "Papa can You Hear Me?," or "Black on Black II," by Heart. ?Heart rules!!!!
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??? "Papa, can you hear me... Papa, can you see me... Papa, can you find me in the night?" Relena sang to herself in tranquil descant of the robin's accord with its mate in union, remembering the tetchy lyrics of such amorous a melody held within her memories of long ago.
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Daddy's little soldier boy.
Mama's little pride and joy.
Both hands on her apron strings,
"Don't you touch that dirty thing."
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??? "Papa, are you near me... Papa, can you hear me... Papa can you help me not be frightened?" she cantered furthermore into the passion at the depth of the tune, her coloratura register flattering the essence of its memorandum in an eloquent grace.
??? She sat there in the midst of her attic, rummaging through an old chest whose contents enclosed various remembrances and antiquities from her time as the true daughter of Peacecraft--as a tiny girl--and was becoming lost amongst the reminiscences--numerous instances of her childhood returning to her mind as she continued to uncover long-thought vanquished treasures. ?She had founded many a thing that would prove useful in her endeavor to come to know her genuine parents in more extremity, such as her mother's tattered ball gowns, tarnished jewelry, her father's anthology of cufflinks, and antediluvian piles of photographs taken from decades far long passed.
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A warning signal from above,
Inspection with a clean white glove. ? ?</i>
??? But reaching down into the very bottom of the chest, she held in her grasp a picture, one of her parents during their wedding day, and studied it very carefully, noting the blissful expression that trailed across their countenances.
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They say that opposites attract like right and wrong,
Black on black!</i>
??? Standing on the right hand of the picture was her mother, her elongated tresses hidden behind the sparkles and linen of her veil, and those deer-brown eyes whose waters caught a glisten within their lashes to reflect her virtue shone with dignity off the paper--instantly catching the young woman in their stare. ?
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Like pleasure and a little pain,
The sacred and profane.</i>
??? Her strands were lengthy and very thick, pouring from her crown as the honey, which should coat the shortbread of her skin, and were tied back in the very same double braid as Relena was currently wearing. ?However, the woman in the photograph did not have bangs as did her daughter, but instead they were protracted and curled around her cheeks in wisps--little fairies tickling her face with their fluttering of wings and gloss in rainbow spectrum. ?The lady's face was young, bright, full of vigor and ?lan to give her the impression of a perpetual generosity and compassion toward others, the kindness from the smile of her lips flowing with radiance off the picture and into the heart of the one who sought her face. ?She was beautiful, the epitome of an empress in her splendor, and yet her poise was without such imperious and domineering nature as usually associated with the term.
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Ice and fire counteract like black on black.
The oldest story known to man,
The willing sacrificial lamb.
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??? On the other side of Relena's mother stood her father, proud and gallant in his stance.
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Behind the light a shadow falls,
The code of silence shakes the walls.</i>
??? In this particular portrait he was shaven clean, the flurried curls of snow that blanketed his scalp the only hair to be found dangling upon his face, and instead of seeming so full of wisdom and insight as in all other photographs or paintings she had seen of him, he just appeared callow, happy, free of burden and obligation if even for just that one moment in time.
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A whisper to a silent scream,
The power is so frightening.
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??? His irises pierced her skin as the flames of ice would drip along such tender flesh, causing her to shutter out of the mystical feeling of seeing these eyes before in her dreams, penetrating her defenses of sentiment through watchful vigil.
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They say that opposites attract like right and wrong,
Black on black!</i>
??? Just as she was about to set the picture next to all the others that lay upon the wooden floor, she heard a voice address her in a gentle tonicity, saying, "I remember when he kept his chin clean, but after all of the controversy and coercion about the war against the Peacecraft ideals, keeping his face smooth was the last of his priorities."
??? "Milliardo," Relena murmured to him, turning around that she may look upon her brother, her last living relative, to be sure he was really standing there before her now.
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Like pleasure and a little pain,
The sacred and profane.</i>
??? "I thought I might find you up here with all of these old pictures and memoirs, being that today marks their twenty-first anniversary," he replied gingerly, kneeling down by her side and resting his hand upon her shoulder. ?
??? "I've heard so many stories about their personalities and charity, but there's no way for me to distinguish truth from the falsity. ?Tell me, what were they like," she questioned him, taking his hand from her shoulder and setting it in her lap.
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Ice and fire counteract just like black on black.
A warning signal from above,
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??? "Mom and dad? ?They... they were loving, gracious, elegant... everything a child could ever want from his parents," he answered, the hesitation in his voice showing his discomfort in discussing such an intricate matter.
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Inspection with a clean white glove.
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??? "But what about how they treated us? ?Did they love me, Brother, even though I was only with them for a short while?" she whispered, choking on her words a bit as she spoke them, placing her head on his breast in assurance and consolation.
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They sat that opposites attract like right and wrong,
Black on black!
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??? "Of course Relena, of course they loved you... they loved you so much," he told her while kissing her forehead, pulling her closer to his bosom and wrapping his other arm around her in a shared mourning. ?"I remember Father telling me that you were his angel sent from heaven, for you had the beauty of our mother and yet the perseverance of himself--he knowing this by seeing how adamantly you refused their attempts to feed and clothe you--, the perfect combination of love for a child to receive from a mother and father."
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Some things seem so sacred,</i>
??? "Did you hate me Milliardo? ?Were you jealous that I would take your place in their hearts?" she questioned, squeezing the fabric of his shirt as she did so, fighting the tears that threatened to break from their emotional dam and flow unto the perils of the world. ?
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Like a loaded question the power of suggestion.</i>
??? "I did at first, Relena, right when you were born, but when Father placed you in my arms while you were crying; and you quieted only in my embrace--wiping your tears away on my wrist--I had never felt more complete, more loved by anyone or anything in my life," he sobbed, not being able to support the barriers that fortified his morality from so many years ago any longer, letting them fall in reprieve onto the locks of his sister's tiara in golden majesty.
??? "If you love me so, Brother, then why do you feel the need to cry?" she inquired while she herself wept in harmony with him, binding his neck in her arms and he her entire body in his own.
??? Pulling her away from his throat and holding her face in his hands that she may gaze at his eyes thoughtfully as he spoke, he whispered, "Relena... for whatever it may be to you now, I want you to know that... that I'm just so, SO sorry."
??? "Why Milliardo? ?What could you've possibly done to hurt me? ?You've protected me from the vengeance of war, from man, and from hatred... how could I discern you for anything you may have done?" she insisted, caressing his now reddened cheek from the stroking of disconsolate pearls along the skin.
??? "I let you down, dear little sister, I failed you... I failed our mother and father. ?I promised that I would keep you safe and pure from merciless pride, but I couldn't protect you from any of it... not at all..."
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??? Flames glow in rancid beauty around the dissenting towers and ruins of the former palace, charred and adorned with ashes or flickering grains of cinder, and hungrily eat away their appetite by consuming all in their path, whether that may be mineral or mortal. ?The calling of men in both conformation and retaliation to one another can be heard over the roar of the fires, and the clamping of their boots resounds through this eve in destruction, shrouded in cries and smoke from these blazes. ?
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Like the face of danger and the kindness of a stranger,
Like a Judas Kiss, like pleasure and a little pain.
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??? Emerging from this scene is a little girl with golden tresses conceived by the wedlock of solar and lunar eclipse in resplendence, her eyes that fare the unsettled tides of the ocean's demeanor reflecting nothing but the dread that pulsed through her crimson of warmth and life. ?Her clothes were torn and scorched by the ritual of heat and retribution that surrounded her, and tears were the only beauty that would cleanse her face to its peach immaculacy this night, God's hand there to wipe the soot away.
??? Suddenly approaching her from the blackness of smoke and dust comes a soldier, his hair as wild as the flames that raced behind them with eyes just as untamed to match, their violet hue accentuating the possession of wicked intention in his soul. He backs her into a corner, she having no place to run or hide from his glare, and begins to rip at her nightgown, tearing the garments away to reveal her satin of placid milk and cream for the twilight to feast upon and gnaw, enticing her into such sick pleasure--a child of only two years.
??? Only a few feet away hides her brother--shivering at the sight before him--, wrapping his arms around his chest and rocking himself back and forth in comfort, he willing himself to go to her and help, but he is in such panic that no such motion can be granted. The poor little boy screams out into the eve as he hears his baby sister's shrieks in terror and desperation, she too tired and in such distortion that for her to fight the warrior's sexual desire would have been a futile combat indeed, and therefore the satisfying moans and grunts of the man echo through the now tundra that burned to the ground--corpses shed across the entire plane and perfuming the air with the scent of death, fragrance of burning flesh and rotting meat rising into the nostrils of every man and woman.
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Immaculate seduction, absolute corruption,
Ice and fire counteract like black on black.</i>
??? Upon finishing his "encounter," the soldier throws her to the floor and leaves to massacre any other victims perhaps left behind, and the prince lies there--feeling worthless and the influence of guilt shadowing his conviction--, and an overwhelming yearning for sleep takes over him, he awakening the next morning to find his sister gone, taken from his side during the night... his cowardice costing her virginity at the tender age of two...
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Black on Black!
Black on Black!</i>
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??? "You mean that I was..." Relena couldn't finish her words as the shock in learning of this reality finally came upon her, her eyes for an instant widening, then clenching firmly to let the tears fall without barricade to keep them sealed away.
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Like pleasure and a little pain,</i>
??? "I'm so sorry, my darling little sister," Milliardo cried out to her, clutching her back to his breast and letting the waters fall upon her tendrils, horrific sobs escaping from his throat and their breaths offering an affection to calm her disbelief. ?
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Ice and fire counteract like black on black.</i>
??? "I wanted to help you, I really did... you don't know how much I wished I could've moved," he wept hysterically, tasting the bitterness of his tears on his lips. "I... I just couldn't, I was so scared. ?I promised to never forgive myself for what I let them do to you. ?You lost your mother, your father, your life, your kingdom, but worst of all you lost your innocence because I was afraid."
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Like pleasure and a little pain,
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??? "Don't you dare keep that pledge," she scolded him, gasping and tugging his shoulders for dear life. ?"I don't hate you, for if you would have interfered, I may not have been fortunate enough to live so wonderful a life. ?Mister and Misses Darlian were good to me, and I would've never met Heero otherwise."
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The sacred and profane.
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??? "That's why I let him live, let him escape from the Libra that night, Relena," Milliardo whispered to her, dazed as if his body was left in absence, he quieting down to more pleasant memories. ?"I knew he could protect you, and I'd been watching him for so long, seeing how fondly he looked at you, treated you as glass... in his own special way--as much as such a person as he could. ?He had never let you down, and therefore her deserved you more than I," he said, lowering his head in shame, feeling as though he betrayed her too many a time to hold such a title in her heart as "brother."
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Ice and fire counteract just like black on black.</i>
??? "I do love him, Milliardo, as I can see you've already figured out, but he cannot compete with your place in my heart. ?He holds his own place, as you own yours, and though they're both separate, not one is greater than the other, just sundry... not less," she explained, this time bringing him closer for a hug, a gesture of promise and assertion to her declaration.
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Black!
A little pain.
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??? "I'll be happy as long as you grow and always shun the spoils that war offers with its conclusion. ?But remember that I'm with you, and no one will take you away from me again... not even Heero."
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Just like black on black,
Black!</i>
??? "You're both warriors, soldiers for peace, and yet in that peace has come your most crucial battles... combat with your own guilt of the past. ?I can't just let one of you go and leave the other to suspend over his own pit of culpability towards himself. Don't ever force me to choose... promise me this," she commanded him, looking at him so forlorn and in need of his blessing.
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Black on black!</i>
??? "I love you too much to put you in such a position" he murmured to her gently, picking up the picture she had before set on the ground, and whispered into the hush of the winds, "Happy anniversary mom and dad."
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Black on black!</i>
??? "Happy anniversary daddy... mommy," she recited after him, both of them glancing with nostalgia at the photograph that he held securely between his fingertips, finally willing and able to put their past behind them, only to try for a new future.
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Black on black...</i>
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AN: I REALLY liked this one, because it has a lot of sweet sibling moments. ?I thought it was really cute (the end I mean), and you don't see many fics just devoted to Relena and Milliardo's relationship. ?I chose this song because I thought it did a good job at showing the differences between their lives and personalities, but their goals are always the same. ?Please review and tell me what you think. ?Thanks.
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