Mercenary Relena 1/?

[wicked]

Disclaimer: I no no own. You no no sue. Me have fun. Me no no make money.

AN: Okay so it may not start out as funny as I would like but it's gonna get there. *hangs head low* I hope. I also changed the title..

Pairings: 3xR (eventually)
Spoilers: None
Rating: R due to coarse language and sexual references.


Mercenary Relena Chapter One
by Wicked Child

Relena looked at herself in the mirror. No hating going on today surprisingly. At least not yet. Everything was in place from every strand of hair to her eyeliner and that horrendous pink lipstick. She hated that color and she hated the lipstick but it had been a present from Heero and just to be nice, she wore it. Sometimes she hated being nice. Okay so the non-hating moment was over. Damn I hate that.

Every lash was separated and coated to perfection. Perfection. ?Such an unattainable existence eh old girl?? she murmured to herself.

The door to her hotel room opened and shut quietly. ?Good morning Mr. Yuy,? she called out.

Heero appeared behind her and Relena could see the pout on his face from his mirrored reflection. ?How did you know it was me??

Relena turned and smiled. ?You?re the only person who enters my room without knocking or saying a word.? Besides, you wear the most disgusting cologne known to man. ?And if it weren?t you, I?d already be dead or kidnapped.?

?True. But did you ever think that maybe the best assassin would be your bodyguard??

Relena moved passed him and collected the required documents for the day or what she silently referred to as her daily shit.

?That would be smart except for one thing.? She looked over at the pilot turned bodyguard. He had his gun pointed at her. ?You never could kill me before Heero. Why start now??

Heero grunted and replaced the gun in his holster. He missed Relena say softly, ?If only. If only.?

The two walked out and began their day.

~~~

During one of her meetings, Relena?s eyes roamed around the room, finally landing on Heero. He was allowed to be present wherever she went whether it be meetings, parties, and to her annoyance, on dates. She drew the line at him accompanying her to the toilet for evacuation or to clean up.

She hated him. She sighed inwardly. No not him but what he represented. She was weak, a coward, a child needing protection. She let a child, a fucking seven year old child, kidnap her and hold her captive. What twit would allow that? Only Relena apparently. Bringing her focus back to the meeting, Relena decided to change that. Her suicide would have to wait. The fact remained that she still needed someone to help her accomplish her mission. The question was: where was he and would he help?

~~~

It took some time but she finally found him. She loved Pagan. The dear man was ancient and Relena would soon have to let him retire leaving her to find a replacement. But she loathed the idea. No new butler would butle like Pagan, nor could he be manipulated like him. But Pagan had found the one man Relena needed.

?Uh, excuse me. Mr. Barton? There?s a woman here to see you.? The young man swallowed. Mr. Barton was talking to the lions and that just freaked him out. What kind of person could do that? Nobody normal. Plus there were rumors, just rumors, that the crowd favorite was a pilot?a Gundam pilot. That meant he was a killer. That scared the young man. ?Catherine said for me to put her in your private quarters.?

Trowa looked at the young man and simply nodded. His strange silence, for which he was famous, made the boy shit bricks. If the taller man continued to stare at the younger, the latter may have gone into seizures. Not that Trowa was frightening. More like the young kid was paranoid, too wound up, and needed to get laid. Badly.

Trowa stood and took leave of his feline friends, making his way toward his private area. Catherine was standing outside trying to suppress her anger and failing miserably.

?You don?t let that woman take you away Trowa. You?re previous life has no bearing on today!?

Trowa looked at her calmly and opened up the door to his quarters. Relena Dorlian sat upon his bed playing solitaire.

?On the contrary Catherine, my past has a strong bearing on today.? Without a second glance back, Trowa entered his private haven.

Catherine heard her little ?brother? say, ?Good afternoon Vice Foreign?? before there was a crash that sounded like glass breaking. That was the last she saw of Trowa for several days.

[Dark Deity]

heh... Heero's cologne hmm? heheh

I can see Relena not particualrly liking Heero in this fic, Makes sense.

HAHHAHA!! I remember what happens when she throws the vase!!! heh

That was again one of them closings where you are like "Whaa...???"

[Nausica?]

Relena sure seems to resent Heero's presence in her life. Can't blame her though. I mean, if he does wear rank-smelling cologne, then what else would you feel except resentment?

I agree with Relena about the entire getting kidnapped by a 7 year old. How can you possibly explain someone of that age - who should rightfully still be in school and giggling about boys in the corner of the schoolyard - out witting her? Geeze, that boggles the mind @_@

Well, what I've been trying to say is that great job on the chapter, and I'm on my way to the second. Be hearing from me soon...


- Naus