Weakness Through Your Hypnotism

Tomorrow · Post by **Tomorrow** » Fri Jun 07, 2002 5:05 pm

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<TITLE>AN: This is sort of the sequel to "Mists in the Shadows of Dreams", but it can stand on its own, so that's why I didn't put it under that. It's Relena's POV, but it's on different points during their relationship together. All of you Relena-haters, after you read this, you'll probably still hate her, just because people, including myself, are stubborn and bent in their ways, but you may find that you do have to give Relena some credit for things. Just give it a whirl. Thanks. As for all of us Pro-Relena's or Relena-tolerators... let's eat our hearts out. My brother somehow *looks at brother with death in her eyes* got to my file on FFN, and thought it would be funny to delete one of my stories. So, sorry about that AGAIN! Anyway, please review this, and if you've already reviewed once, please do it again, I would really appreciate that. Thank you. </TITLE>
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<H4>AN: This is sort of the sequel to "Mists in the Shadows of Dreams", but it can stand on its own, so that's why I didn't put it under that. It's Relena's POV, but it's on different points during their relationship together. All of you Relena-haters, after you read this, you'll probably still hate her, just because people, including myself, are stubborn and bent in their ways, but you may find that you do have to give Relena some credit for things. Just give it a whirl. Thanks. As for all of us Pro-Relena's or Relena-tolerators... let's eat our hearts out. My brother somehow *looks at brother with death in her eyes* got to my file on FFN, and thought it would be funny to delete one of my stories. So, sorry about that AGAIN! Anyway, please review this, and if you've already reviewed once, please do it again, I would really appreciate that. Thank you. </H4>

Disclaimers: I don't own Gundam Wing or the song "Frozen" by Madonna.

 I've known... I have always known that he's loved me; it was but too simple for me to see his true intendments toward my virtue--from just the way he looked at me, spoke to me... touched me--, for his caress between my fingertips sent an enchantment through my soul that enabled my heart to dance, dance across the icy lake, sanctified amongst a landscape of dove's feathers that is life and love, as a swan who can mystically bathe along the glaze with endless desire through her down of angel-kissed beauty and hallow consecration. His voice, oh it made me deaf to all other sound, all other reason which he spoke, and to my ears--young to a fondling grace of tonicity--his words cantered a lullaby, a lustful song that overshadowed even my own beliefs. It was truly mesmerizing, for I could only fall into his sleep that was fulfilled with an eternal path of fantasies and guilt; and I knew that he saw my spirit, in content repose as he spoke, and just wanted to lure me into his trap even further, continuing to sing the canter of his siren's melody.

Enough though of his fondness for me, because how can such a man be understood if his soul mate is mistreated and wears a mask of shame to the world? As his beloved, our intentions, devotion, passions... they are all the same, for our essences only dance to one requiem, the song that is only complete when the wings of our souls, through their fluttering, harmonize with the descant of time.

You only see what your eyes want to see,

How can life be what you want it to be?



No one seems to realize our affection, for upon this Earth we have been cursed with discrepancy; but intrinsically, we are perpetual, a union being formed by our bodies, soon to spread to our spirits, that only a person of pure heart can identify. I must admit that to the naked eyes, however clothed with garments of eventual hate and abandonment, we seem as enemies, only thinking and acting on the same plane because of how destiny calls us, and yet to one that can look beyond himself, he sees a perfection... a perfection of bliss.


You're frozen, when your heart's not open.



Believe me, I try not to mislead with my explanations, but one must realize that to comprehend the nature of a person, he must look through not only the eyes of that being... but through the heart of the one that sees him even more dignified than he himself can know, and that is why the perception of myself is so important. He deserves to be understood as he is, not as some want him to be for their own piece of mind, and I vow that through my life, I will put the glory, the reputation that he has rightfully earned among men, into his grasp.

I cannot tell you how many times my heart has broken through the words of others toward myself, hearing them call me such misconceptions as "love-sick puppy dog," "stalker," and "obsessed with death itself." Fools, idiots, inhuman is what they really are, for they can't delve into my thoughts, my deepest recesses of sentiment and come to understand why I do as I do. I will admit, in my first few encounters with him, the passion from a maiden's caprice influenced my interpretations of his actions... but I can set that once selfishness aside and see his intentions clearly now. Yes, I was young, taken, and foolish from my fairy-tale castle I had created within my dreams for him, but most girls are at fifteen when they've been pampered, neglected, and never deeply loved by anyone they can remember (a parent's love staged, or so I believed it to be so... and rightfully). However, how many can we find that have matured in not even a year's time to realize these fanciful mistakes?


You're so consumed with how much you get,



They know nothing about me, and I pray to God that they never do, for I believe I would kill myself if such brutal enemies ever withheld the secrets of my maiden wanting... that I too have experienced the pain of war, just erased from my sudden memories... that my life mirrors Heero's rugged soldier's path, but only placed on the most deviated end of the scale: spoiled princess vs. the fallen soldier. Why must they curse me for my origin when they don't accuse Heero for his slaughters... it makes no sense to me. But as long as they leave Heero's soul to rest, they may say whatever they please about me... I may respond, but not whole-heartedly. How can they realize that I remember my mother... my real mother, and I can recall to mind the face of my king, I only playing na?ve for their own sake?

I will never forget my mother's gentle voice, her roundelay a symphony of premonition if I remember correctly, and how it tolled as a bell in the distance, each note, each lyric to her aria a joyful happening that was to take me in the future, the ringing in her tone displaying the yearning she held that I may live a life of happiness with a man that I would forever love. Oh Mother, you predicted him so accurately, as if above the stars that guide me with such maternal grace, you created him with your own hands--hands that glitter with freedom that you acquired during your mortal expiration. Mother, how I love you, how I wish I could kiss you goodnight as way back when, as when I was a babe, and you could hold me close to protect me from evil and spoils. But no, you can't do that anymore; you left me alone long ago and will never come back. And for this, my dear Mother, I will resent you and hold conviction to my grave if need be, for in your death came my abandonment... and with that came my strength, weakness something I would never hold friendship with again.


You waste your time with hate and regret,

You're frozen, when your heart's not open. 

How could you Mother? How could you curse me with this fate that I would never know how it felt to be the one adored by a knight that would leap into death for my sake srom upon his white stallion (once more I must revert to my fairy-tales), to feel safe within the comprise of another's arms... that I would always have to hold a fa?ade and emotion of imperial majesty instead of the compassion which I will to bestow? My power and wisdom are not of my doing, but by the circumstances which have come to surround me.

And Father, Father you are no better than she! How can I bring myself to peace in your demise if the ideals which are yours conducted my brother, my only brother, my only living relative to such rash decisions that could have plagued him into an intrapersonal hell? Now, now that I look back on what has past, I praise God every waking-moment knowing that I have disowned your beliefs, for they bring nothing but misery to those whom they corrupt. You knew of that hex which followed these lethal principles, and yet you didn't even try to save us from them! Can a father see his daughter weeping, and not be in sorrow too? Can you see a falling tear, and not feel my solace? Can you not see your child's grief, and not seek for her kind relief? Oh Daddy, hate is what I feel towards you, and yet love that kindles in my soul can never be extinguished by your selfish cupidity... or so I can see it.

My dear parents, you gave me life, and I in return gave you freedom from your ownership towards such a ghastly daughter... as you must perceive me for having let go of me so easily during our kingdom's collapse. In my heart, you will forever be sacred, but in my mind you are fatal memories that cause my morals to quake and confidence shudder; and for the rest of my life I shall run from you, trying to finally escape from the grasp which you hold upon my being.

But still, I can only favor you adoringly as I see that it was by your hands that Heero came to me... wothout your deaths and sacrifices, my future would be altered indefinitely from this lovely yet cruel reality, and yet I despise that once you let me look upon him, you wish to take him from me.


Mmm-mm-mm... if I could melt your heart,

Was I a mistake? Was I never to be born? Is that why you torture me so by having let Milliardo seek his own path and not give me any choice? It must be, for not even the devil would have such grievance towards his own offspring. I am but that word to you, aren't I? Not baby, not darling... not little girl, not cupcake... but offspring. And yet, you are still Mommy and Daddy deep in my heart.

Then Heero, my mysterious prince, came to me and undid everything you had ever done to destroy me. His determination, the way his eyes came alight for me and only me, how his hand, callous and sore from battle, would instantly heal with my touch as I held him close to me, it all resurfaced that frailty which you were so bent on keeping from my integrity!


Mmm-mm-mm... we'd never be apart.

I don't mean to seem disdainful or arrogant, but I found serenity with myself knowing that I was the only one who could fathom his eyes and offer him salvation or godsend from the horrors of his past. But most importantly, I felt needed by knowing that he was dependent on me to communicate to the world for him, in the way that he refused to do because of his own morale. The emotions he barred would not allow him enough sentiment to relay to fellow creature so affluently. He was only an enigma to me initially, when we first encountered each other on the beach and that day at school, but not by necessarily his dispassion or apathy towards me, but just who he was in general, like why he was a soldier at his age or needed to keep secrecy. No, he never left me with questions of his decency that I couldn't find the solution to (I trusted him with my bery life from the beginning), and that's much more than I can say for all others who have come in contact with him. Just knowing that someone was presuming upon me was enough to slowly let my barriers fall and preciousness glisten, and through this, I finally became fragile, not an empress as before, but a damsel that too needed saving by her guard, the one who pledged his life to her safety and good fortune.


Mmm-mm-mm... give yourself to me,

I followed him, and I would follow to the ends of the universe if he so needed, for but two reasons: love and obligation. Obsession and love are not to be confused, for they are completely different feelings, and those who believe this rumor of my heart will now be put to shame by the truth as I have by their ridicules. Obsession is walking blindly for a desire that you cannot even comprehend just yet, and you think not of the well-being of the "object" you are in pursuit of, but only of your own gratifications.


Mmm-mm-mm... you are the key.



However, love is just the counter, doing whatever it takes that the one you love will never know pain or feel despair on your or anyone else's behalf, and willing to take a risk that NO ONE can understand. Love by its nature is irrational... if people can realize why you fancy a certain want, then it can't be love, can it? I rest my case. He threatened to kill me endless times, and yet I still bring myself to confrontation with him... that is reasoning only God Himself can have an inspiration of. I continually put my life at peril for him, praying that my life will be an adequate exchange for his own, and yet when do I think of my own destination? next to never. Can that be described as infatuation, the only feeling which a stalker can partake of... I think not.


Now there's no point in placing the blame,

Also, I didn't keep tally on his ventures by choice of my own compulsion, but by my fate of being able to hear him silently weeping in the night, needing me to help him and classify with his own heart that he could wake up to the dawn of the next morn. It was he who asked me to follow, not the other way around, and that is why, when his tears, the bleeding and crimson through countless harsh laments and petitions that he had shed, ceased on their course upon his cheeks, I discontinued my physical journey through his dreams. Don't think me at fault for what he has called upon me to do, and yet don't put flaw upon his demeanor for having a heart that, just as any begotten child's, needed tending to.


And you should know I'd suffer the same.



As I sit here now, watching him sleep, my poor darling, exhausted by his sense of duty and torn by his kind nature that he knows only to reveal for my eyes to bear, I can only let tears fall unto his lips, letting him taste the bitterness that I feel for those who don't understand our love; for he deserves nothing than to be cherished. I can hear your soul, praising me now with divine reverence, I can hear that little boy cry within you, trying to find his way to his lost friend, only hope's light issuing you enough courage to continue your quest, and I can feel your eyes upon me now, though your lids concealing them deceive any other who would look to you, staring at me with such wonder and insignificance as a servant to his Lady Fair, only to see... never to touch...


If I lose you, my heart would be broken.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

*Poor thing... what person, so young, could have subjected you to this?* I thought to myself as I slid the helmet off of the boy that lay before me.

He was still sleeping, his breath hot and rash as it teased the flesh of my lower arm, and as I gazed upon his restless eyes, the circles under them, low and dark as a shroud of smoke to cover his window of virtue from the world as he deemed worthy, I felt as though I would burst into tears for this discarded soldier that found only welcome from the sand. Burst into tears, pulling at my heart, from a mere glance? How silly such words sound! But the truth, even in its simplicity, is the truth, and although this sort of contact was only made for storybooks, it happened for me. If Shakespeare, a mastermind of his day, can perceive love at first sight with his dear Romeo and Juliet, then why can't any other human that grazes this existence? Scold yourself, Relena, for once more you refer to the silly wonders of youth. This, though, may be what Heero finds as innocence and wants... needs to protect.


Love is a bird, she needs to fly,

I reprimanded myself, trying to recall the last time I had felt the threat of mourning endorse my body's instincts so heavily before, when his eyes shot open, a sparkle of flame rekindling among the iris, but then disappearing as he made a valiant leap to his feet, discrete poise now maintained. As his orbs beheld me that instant, I saw almost a shimmer of hope beckon me, rejoicing in my coming... someone, anyone to greet him as he thought he laid alone on death's vivid plane... but then I saw his eyes glint with a faint resplendence of crystal; tears trying to be held back from falling. He realized that my eyes scouring his form would result in my death by his hands, and this jubilation that made his heart skip at first sight would have to be extricated from his humanity once again, only grief his companion now.


Let all the hurt inside of you die,



"Did you see?" he questioned me, his voice trembling a bit as he spoke. Yet one more precious child to die at his hand because of maiden's curiosity... just as that little girl and her puppy, now stained in blood.

Come now, he knew that I had seen him, and I could have identified him if ever asked to; but he didn't want to let go of this rapture that flooded his senses by just being near my breast of innocence that could comfort his hands stained with guile. And he was afraid that he may have to bring himself to carry out his first inclination through his initial glance at me. There you go again, Relena, nurturing your own interpretations of the events. You know he just couldn't stand killing another innocent... and it would have been his fault, for all you did was ride on that gentle compassion he wished to protect in humanity... and because it was him you found, you would be sentenced by his guile.

"See what?" I replied... so I played dumb for him.

I, I couldn't bring myself to crush the delectation and unconditional mirth that, for once, reigned across his soul at least I could think of myself so blessed in his eyes--its chariot and mares whose stallions galloped by their side with such perseverance and dismay much stronger than the discouraged ponies that guided his reason.

We turned our heads to the siren of the ambulance that shrieked across the desolate terrain, and panic once again took over as he saw the paramedics coming for him. He knew it... he knew it right then that he could never kill me, so he decided that he would do the only thing which could pacify both his devotion to his responsibilities as well as his yearning for my heart... kill himself. Stop it, Relena! It's true he resolved, perhaps, to never truly harm you, but once again it was because of the symbol you embodied in his mind... purity. He couldn't, at least not at that time, separate the emblam from the being that portrayed it.

I swore I almost fainted when I saw him push the button that threw him aback onto the sand, my eyes widened in disbelief and abhorrence as I was shaking, oh God was I shaking!

I felt as though someone who had been strangling me had let me free of his grasp and deadly choke, color finally returning to my cheeks, giving them a flushed hue, as I saw that my soldier was all right, the device in his suit had malfunctioned, but from there I knew nothing more. I didn't see his face as he ran up the stairs on the bay, and I only watched in hopelessness as I soon covered my eyes from the scene, hearing the groans and fluent contact of flesh upon hollow bone as his feet made a patter even further away. I heard them grunt and one hit the ground with an earsplitting crack, his spine separating in two from what I could make out, and as I surmounted enough nerve to gaze upon the arena before me, I saw one of them fly over the railing, eyes rolling to the back of his head.

Not even thinking, I raced after him in desperation... but I was too late, for he had already stolen the vehicle and was currently leaving me in the shallow radiance which the dusk could provide through its glamorous beams of pinks and purple tinges, not even departing with a kind word or precious gesture that I could hold him to. He couldn't brandish you, Relena... he loved you then as he loved that little girl condemned by yet another one of his mistakes. He loved you yes, but he was not in love with you.

"My name... my name is Relena Darlian... what's yours..."


You're frozen, when your heart's not open.



~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

"But, but why?" I pleaded with him, begging him to tell me the reason he would just rip up my invitation without an explanation as to why.

I couldn't help it; I just lost all of my bearings when he tore the piece of paper into a snowfall of shreds and meaningless phrases, just letting me drown in my own imagination as to the significance behind it, and the thin glisten of a delicately flowing waterfall began to spill over its banks, adorning my lashes with luminous sparkles and shimmers.


Mmm-mm-mm... if I could melt your heart,



He sauntered up to me casually, as everyone else perceived, but I could tell how warily he chose the exact location of his next step, and glided his knuckle so graciously along the pocket of my eye, being sure to erase every tear from his sight. I smiled as he did so, that caress just giving me the permission to blossom wings that they could use an unspoken magic to take us away into the stars, a fairy and her mortal love dancing upon the winds for their compass, I already knowing that he did such a damaging thing to my ego out of protection for me. You were not his lover then... and he was no Prince Charming. He was hesitant, yes, but he was afraid of breaking you with his hands that could weld the steel of a Gundam: you were glass, clear from the tears of innocence you could shed, but he was wood, completely rough and opaque to his intrinsic sufferings. You've matured now, Relena; diverge from the enchantment and let the true love penetrate this relation.


Mmm-mm-mm... We'd never be apart.



"I'll kill you," he spoke to me ever so silently, his lips, moist from the licking through the hunger of nervous passion, nuzzling my lobe as he whispered it with such sincerity.

He walked away, even from what I could gather, with such assurance in his stride that he conveyed with no doubt to his vow--other than to myself... as if destiny whispered my fate to my heart as she was forbidden to do--that he was solely on the hunt for the right time of which to take my life for his own conscience, I coming to realize that I had to seem shocked for the sake of keeping his intentions concealed from the rest of the witnesses that accounted for our "friendly" little conversation. Oh yes, you had to "act shocked" for him... you know that you were shocked, Relena, even with the confidence you held. What person wouldn't be when one reveals his sole life's purpose is but to murder her in cold blood?

"What kind of person is he..."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

"Nooooo!" I screamed into the darkness of my room, allowing my voice to echo along as a secret with the shadows that only darkness could afford for me.

I didn't understand why, at least not then, I was weeping with such hysterics and my cries, growing hoarse through an eternity filled with shrieks of laments and disheartened prayers, were capturing me in their dread and weariness. All I could know was that my breast was being licked by fires and the relentless tongues of beasts and primitive animals, and my heart convulsing with strife, the sovereign of the forest, the majestic buck with antler crown--known for his great power--thrashing upon me, beating down upon my chest to crack and sever my flesh and bone. Sorrow washed over me, showing its merciless pride as it wouldn't just free me from an unknown misery that ruled my composure, and the moon cried her own set of tears for me, her luminescence a silver cascade of rainbow beauty, trying to use these waters as a comfort for my agony.


Mmm-mm-mm... give yourself to me,



No, no it wouldn't help, nothing could... not now. As if a distance away, calling me from a dream, I could hear a moan of anguish playing with the winds to whisper as gossip to me that night, pain enveloping me as it bellowed through my ears and sang a nocturne to my soul, the occurrence almost too much for my heart to bear all at once. Blood, I could feel the blood make an intimidating painting of streaks and frayed ribbons of dire as the screeching resounded through the eve, the breath slowly being taken from my lungs by the crushing of my ribs around my vital organs--a specter of malice quenching my breath with a kiss, suckling the vigor for his own greed.

Before fainting from the excruciating suffering, I could hear, almost inaudible to my dulled senses, the clangor of various debris make a pit around my soon to turn lifeless corpse... first a wing, a portion of a chest cavity, and then finally a sparking saber that refused to be extinguished by the explosion that reverberated through the nightingale's lullaby, the life of its glow reflecting the length of my life. Slowly it dies... as do I... the first time I matured for him, finding no whimsy to coat this connection of our souls... nothing fanciful now but the crimson that kissed and entangled our limbs and tresses in its too frail embrace for us.


Mmm-mm-mm... you are the key.



~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

*I'm lost, how can I possibly make my dreams a reality now?* I pondered with dejection as Dorothy, I just becoming her newly ascribed prisoner, escorted me to the foundation's headquarters.


You only see what your eyes want to see,



My kingdom has been destroyed, this will make the second time, and he's out there fighting for... not my kingdom, not my ideals, but for me. My heart and mind do not deceive me now, for I have grown; and my love and adoration for his sacrifice has turned beautiful with a Pegasus to mate with. He's just a knight serving with his innermost desires to protect his princess, needing someone to shield from the war so that he'll feel wanted or worthy to tread upon ground, and I have not only destroyed my hopes but anything that he has ever come to know; and his death surly to follow suit from my deficiency and betrayal.


How can life be what you want it to be?



Oh God Mother, Father... you made me strong, but he has yet again encouraged this meekness that used to be my infant revere, which one is it? Who am I supposed to be... a lover or a daughter? I want to be an empress again, mighty upon her throne, not a maiden at the hand of a witch... an empress...


You're frozen, when your heart's not open.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

"I have nothing to say to anyone except my brother. I wish you would all just leave me alone."

"I can't do that," I hear that musky voice say, filled with a hidden depth of concern for his treasure and meaning that gave his life a cause. It was but all true then.


Mmm-mm-mm... if I could melt your heart,

Mmm-mm-mm... we'd never be apart.



I turned to face him instantly, thinking that my ears deceived me, as even my brother had, and dove into his eyes, finding comfort there within his scowl of supposed dispassion... but I knew better than that. He wanted to hold me, he was dying to just whisk me into his arms and keep me tucked within his breast that my face may be shielded from all that he felt the purity and chaste nature of a fairy-tale princess should never be required to behold, fighting the temptation to lean down with a dangerous precision to brush his lips across any part of my face... my cheek, my eyelashes, my lips. Now it was not I dreaming a child's dream, but my love... he compared me to the legends, not myself. He has found his puerility also.


Mmm-mm-mm... give yourself to me,



"I didn't think you would come for me Heero," I said to him, hoping to elicit any physical confirmation of what I thought I was inferring in his orbs that held with prisoner his spirit of life, love, of all that he could ever be and adore.

"Noin and the other's are getting uneasy with you still on this ship," he replied simply and in monotone repetition.

Liar! He couldn't even look me in the eyes when he spoke such a vicious rejoinder to me! He specifically made an effort to keep a distance and malicious barrier between the burning lust that passed amongst our irises! How foolish love makes a man... and how foolish it makes me that this anger towards his dishonesty passes away as a second along a clock of hours, days, months, and years. Just to see that he cares for me enough to put his life in danger for my sake is sufficient to enable me to remember why I call out his name in aimless dream and hear him call me in our most dire hours of uncertainty. Gratitude replaces anger, and appending tears of joy replace gratitude, for upon this ship of ruthless schemes, there is but one honest deed that shall be done this night to mend the souls of cherished reunion, only in hope eternal...


Mmm-mm-mm... you are the key.



~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

"You know Heero, you really are quite amazing," I finally get the courage to say as he proficiently searches for my brother aboard the doomed ship.

I looked at him, my eyes portraying all of the virgin oppression and latent request that a soul can maintain, glistening without a mask of any sort for him to gander and keep in remembrance with my heart finally you have thrived to find courage, Relena... but he never looked to me, only replying, "Look who's talking."


Mmm-mm-mm... if I could melt your heart,



"That's not true Heero," I scold him, becoming desperate for him to gaze upon my newborn immaculacy and kindled blessing of loveliness while I give him the opportunity. "You have given me both the strength and a reason to live... and I'm sure for others you do the same."


Mmm-mm-mm... we'd never be apart.

"Don't make me repeat it... I'm nothing compared to you." His tone was harsh and demanding, something he had never displayed to me before, and I backed myself away from him into the corner of the chamber, an indescribable terror racing through my veins and warning me to let him go and get out of this ardent battle while I still had the chance.

But I wouldn't just leave him alone, for his emotions are spars; and this is the supreme homage that I will more than likely receive not many more times in response to the ill-received kindness that only I can implore upon him, until this time of misshapen destiny is brought back aright by those who believe in man's ability to love and hold compassion. I, though with reluctance, continue to follow him to my brother's location, hoping he will be able to convince him where I could not...

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

"Please Relena, let me fight," he pleaded with me as he was preparing to depart for his final battle... this I knew by the calm expression that came over his face, a liking to me he had never taken before. Oh but now he was the fickle one, before rejecting then now holding me close... such contradiction as he tries to remember the sentiment embedded in his brain from when he emerged from his mother's dark womb and into a light he rarely even saw.

How could he ask such a thing of me, to just allow him to go out there and get himself annihilated at my brother's hand?

"No, I won't!" I retorted forcefully, showing him that I wasn't about to give up on his love, only confirming his moral that life, especially his, was cheap.

Oh how I had to fight the urge to slap him across the face with all of the will I had in me even the wise making mistakes and reverting from the sage to the child that holds even greater knowledge of human hearts, thinking that I could live, he now holding the cage of glass and gentle sparkles that had been my strength within his hands, crushing it with every word he spoke--without having a feeling of vengeance or renunciation to fall back on.

"Relena, I promised to protect you, but to do that I must fight. If Zechs is defeated and you make it out of here alive, then there will be peace."

Me, he was holding me upon a pedestal welded of marble and encrusted with a commodity of diamonds and sapphires of the blue in his deepened eyes, as a goddess of beauty and seductive tranquility, making me to be more essential to mankind than I was or ever could. It was I that fought the verbal combat, but it was his bones and sinew that were torn, bruised, and carelessly beaten so that I would not have to partake of these crimes and bloodshed.


Mmm-mm-mm... give yourself to me,



He thinks nothing of himself, other than he is sensitive and weak because of it, where to me, he is my hero, the only one who can open the key to the chastity that has been buried through the events of so long before. But what wouldn't he give to drown in the weakness he seethes.

*Come back to me, or I will join you shortly. Mother, Father, watch me now,* my heart chants as he pushes me away, finally aware and perfumed with the sentiment of knowing what it means to love and be loved in return; to be the princess that is wakened by the kiss of her dashing prince, to be riding bareback upon the stallion that my lover carries me as we gallop for an eternity into a sunset of overshadowed fantasy, passion and shrouded ending. It was out world then, our fairy-tale... and we wouldn't let a reader close the book before the end... letting the leaves flail between ones fingertips as he read a true romance untainted by modern lusts.

This imprint that pierces my heart, you my dearest Heero, will forever know in death or life, and in comparison to feeling this pain of not knowing whether I may gaze upon you again and feel your body upon mine in desirable plays of lust, suicide seems like a heaven within itself. Watch me now Mama... watch me...


Mmm-mm-mm... you are the key.



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You survived dear, you survived because my soul, your candle upon the water, was forever there beside you. And I came through the night because I could feel your touch as your essence hugged me to you in a tight protection, telling me that as one, we were invincible. Souls speak a language that no one can understand, except for the two that are addressing each other. At that moment, it is a language all their own, and bliss is not a hope, but a memory that can be relived in heaven where we have been promised.

Mariemaia, may you live the rest of your life in peace after what you've done, and I pray that you shall learn from your manipulations. As for me, weakness is not a mistake or wary coming, but something that must be adored through life, or it can be lost, and once it leaves you, strength is all that is left... strength, an inability to love anyone who cannot love himself first... what beautiful storybook love...


If I could melt your heart...



AN: Well, I hoped you like this. I thought Heero's came out better, but I hope you have better feelings toward Relena now. She's not ditzy, strong, influential... she's weak, and that's the thing about herself that she loves. Are you weak or strong... now what do you want to be? Thank you everyone.


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