P.S. in case you didn’t read the first chapter. * means thought
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“So, for how long did you know Heero?” Questioned Thomas. “About five years.” “How you meet.” “I met him on a beach, he had washed up on it and I found him.” “Wow, well as you can guess, Heero doesn’t talk much about the past.’ Thomas moved into the kitchen to wash his dish. “Does Heero think about, you know, me and others.” Relena asked in hesitation. *Yeah, I’d say dreaming about making love to you every night is thinking about you.* “You mean you and Duo, Quatre, Trowa, and Wufei, yeah, he mention ya’ll from time to time, doesn’t say anything special though.” Thomas immediately knew that was the wrong thing to say as Relena face expression of hope sank. *Damm, she might be the girl Heero dreams about, I’d better change the subject.* “Back to the original conversation, what are your plans for the next two weeks.” “I’d don’t know, I really don’t have any plans, what are yours.” “Well tomorrow I’m meeting some friends from earth for a pickup game at the recreation center, Tuesday night there a friends church Christmas social I’m going to if you want to come, that would be fine. Other then that, wait to pick up Heero Friday morning.” “Ok, I’m tired, I’m going to take a nap.” Responded Relena. “Well I’ll call you when dinners ready, I’m making macaroni and cheese.” Relena nodded and headed up the stairs to her room. Thomas looked up at her as she entered her room. *Damm, this vacation might be more fun then originally plan* as he smiled like a cat.
Night came and dinner was ready as they both sat down to eat. As much as they tried to talk about other thing, they soon realized that the only thing they had to talk about was Heero. Relena very much enjoyed the many stories of Heero, both daring and comedic. Her favorite one of the evening was when Thomas and Heero baby-sit a baby for friends who had to go out of town. While trying to feed the baby, the baby had other plans as he use Heero face for target practice. By noon, Heero was covered in cut up peach and apples. Relena had to brace herself on the edge of the table because she was laughing so hard, It was the first time in a long time she could remember that she had laugh so hard. “I’d bet Heero would make a great father.” Relena started to blush a crimson red as soon as that sentence left her mouth, which in turn caused Thomas to laugh.
As Night consumed day, They both turned in for the night as Relena put on her nightgown and decided to read a little from her favorite book as Thomas took a shower. Relena suddenly remembered something, she want to go shopping tomorrow need to know when Thomas was leaving cause she needed a ride. Relena put on her robe and walk to Thomas room and found it slightly ajar. Relena peeked in and saw a sight she knew most women would kill for. In front of a dresser with a mirror that show the upper half of ones body, stood Thomas in nothing, but basketball short. As Relena looked on, she notice that he had a upper body that European supermodel would die to have, it was also crisscrossed with scratch from fights he been in and had a x shape scar on the left side of his chest. She watch as turned on his boom box and proceeded to sing as he got ready for bed.
(Step by step, heart to heart, left right left
We all fall down...
Step by step, heart to heart, left right left
We all fall down like toy soldiers
Bit by bit, torn apart, we never win
But the battle wages on for toy soldiers
I'm supposed to be the soldier who never blows his composure
Even though I hold the weight of the whole world on my shoulders
I am never supposed to show it, my crew ain't supposed to know it
Even if it means goin' toe to toe with a Benzino it don't matter
I'd never drag them in battles that I can handle unless I absolutely have to
I'm supposed to set an example
I need to be the leader, my crew looks for me to guide 'em
If some shit ever just pop off, I'm supposed to be beside 'em
Now Ja said "I tried to squash it, it was too late to stop it"
There's a certain line you just don't cross and he crossed it
I heard him say Hailie's name on a song and I just lost it
It was crazy, this shit be way beyond some Jay-z and Nas shit
And even though the battle was won, I feel like we lost it
I spent too much energy on it, honestly I'm exhausted
And I'm so caught in it I almost feel I'm the one who caused it
This ain't what I'm in hip-hop for, it's not why I got in it
That was never my object for someone to get killed
Why would I wanna destroy something I help build
It wasn't my intentions, my intentions was good
I went through my whole career without ever mentionin' (?)
Now it's just out of respect for not runnin' my mouth
And talkin' about something that I knew nothing about
Plus Dre told me stay out, this just wasn't my beef
So I did, I just fell back, watched and gritted my teeth
While he's all over t.v. down talkin' a man who literally saved my life
Like fuck it i understand this is business
And this shit just isn't none of my business
But still knowin' this shit could pop off at any minute cuz
Step by step, heart to heart, left right left
We all fall down like toy soldiers
Bit by bit, torn apart, we never win
But the battle wages on for toy soldiers
There used to be a time when you could just say a rhyme
And wouldn't have to worry about one of your people dyin'
But now it's elevated cuz once you put someone's kids in it
The shit gets escalated, it ain't just words no more is it?
It's a different ball game, callin' names and you ain't just rappin'
We actually tried to stop the 50 and Ja beef from happenin'
Me and Dre had sat with him, kicked it and had a chat with him
And asked him not to start it he wasn't gonna go after him
Until Ja started yappin' in magazines how we stabbed him
Fuck it 50 smash 'em, mash 'em and let him have it
Meanwhile my attention is pullin' in other directions
Some receptionist at The Source who answers phones at his desk
Has an erection for me and thinks that I'll be his ressurection
Tries to blow the dust off his mic and make a new record
But now he's fucked the game up cuz one of the ways I came up
Was through that publication the same one that made me famous
Now the owner of it has got a grudge against me for nothin'
Well fuck it, that mutherfucker can get it too, fuck him then
But I'm so busy being pissed off I don't stop to think
That we just inherited 50's beef with Murder Inc.
And he's inherited mine which is fine ain't like either of us mind
We still have soldiers that's on the front line
That's willing to die for us as soon as we give the orders
Never to extort us, strictly to show they support us
We'll maybe shout 'em out in a rap or up in a chorus
To show them we love 'em back and let 'em know how important it is
To have run ya nav and who sulked us up in our corners
Their loyalty to us is worth more than any award is
But I ain't tryna have none of my people hurt and murdered
There ain't words that I can't think of a perfecter way to word it
Then to just say that I love ya'll too much to see the virdict
I'll walk away from it all before I let it go any further
But don't get it twisted, it's not a plea that I'm coppin'
I'm just willin' to be the bigger man
If ya'll can quit poppin' off at your jaws with the knockin'
Cuz frankly I'm sick of talkin'
I'm not gonna let someone elses coffin rest on my conscience cuz
Step by step, heart to heart, left right left
We all fall down like toy soldiers
Bit by bit, torn apart, we never win
But the battle wages on for toy soldiers)
Relena stood against the wall trying to breathe. While watching that scene, all she could think about was how Heero looked half-naked. As she walked back to her room, she groaned, as she knew it would be a long night, as Heero would yet again evade her dreams. The only question was, how erotic would it get knowing that Heero was only a few days away.
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Around 2 A.M., Thomas was awoken from his sleep by strange sounds. He thought for a second and listened, and realized the sounds were moaning. “Oh hell no, I can’t believe this shit.” Thomas got out of bed and tip toed down the hallway to Relena bedroom. He open the door slightly and realized he was right. Relena had the covers kicked off the bed and was subconsciously touching herself. Relena was constantly moaning Heero’s name as she kneaded her breast through her nightgown. “Heero, oh Heero, please touch me there, oh Heero, please don’t stop.” In her dream Heero had placed himself at her untried entrance and looked at her with a silent question of if he should continue. With a slow nod of yes he thrusted into her making fireworks go off before her eyes. Back in reality, Relena moved her fingers into her cotton panty under her nightgown. At that point, Thomas knew that it was time to look away as he lean back against the wall next to her door. “Ha, Jesus pray for that child.” He said as he walked back to his room, hoping that Heero wouldn’t have a lot of stamina in her dream.
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Relena woke up the next morning with her skin flushed with heat from dream last night. Her gown and panty were sticky from her sweet and other bodily fluids exerted from last night event. Relena striped out of her clothes and prepared to drain the cabin of all the cold water it had. After her freezing but relieving shower, she got dress in simple cotton bra and panty, a black turtleneck, and black pants and went down stairs. she found Thomas again singing as he cooked them breakfast.
(Uhh,
Hit them with a lil' ghetto gospel
Those who wish to follow me (My ghetto gospel)
I welcome with my hands
And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold
And peace to this young warrior without the sound of guns
If I could recelect before my hood dayz
I'd sit and reminisce, nigga and bliss on that good dayz
I stop and stare at the younger, my heart goes to'em
They tested, it was stressed that fate under
In our days, things changed
Everyone's ashamed to the youth cuz the truth looks strange
And for me it's the worst, we left of a world that's cursed, and it hurts
cause any day they'll push the button
and yall condemned like Malcolm x and Bobby Hunton, died for nothin
Don't them let me get teary, the world looks dreary
but when you wipe your eyes, see it clearly
there's no need for you to fear me
if you take the time to hear me, maybe you can learn to cheer me
it aint about black or white, cuz we're human
I hope you see the light before its ruined
my ghetto gospel
Those who wish to follow me (My ghetto gospel)
I welcome with my hands
And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold
And peace to this young warrior without the sound of guns
Tell me do you see that old lady aint it sad
Living out a bag, plus she's glad for the little things she has
And over there there's a lady, crack got her crazy
Guess she's given birth to a baby
I don't trip and let it fade me, from outta the frying pan
We're jumping to another form of slavery
Even now I keep discouraged
Wonder if they take it all back while I still keep the courage
I refuse to be a role model
I take hoes, keep control, drink out my own bottle
I make mistakes, I learn from everyone
And when its said and done
I bet this Brotha be a better one
If I'm upset, you don't stress
Never forget, that God hasn't finished with me yet
I feel his hand on my brain
When I write rhymes, I go blind, and let the lord do his thang
But I'm in less holy
Cuz I choose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homies
Before we find world peace
We gotta find peace in that war on the streets
My ghetto gospel
Those who wish to follow me (My ghetto gospel)
I welcome with my hands
And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold
And peace to this young warrior without the sound of guns
Lord can you hear me!!
To pay the price of being hell bound)
Relena sat at the table as he put a plate of, at least at his office, famous cheddar cheese and bacon omelet with coffee. Thomas was wearing an underamour shirt and basketball sweet pants. As Relena took a sip of her coffee, Thomas spoke. “So, Heero must of really took you to heaven last night from all the moaning of his name you did last night.” Relena tried hard to keep from spitting out the liquid in her mouth as she swallowed it and blushed crimson red. “Your more then just a old friend, aren’t you, your in love with him.” He replied as she blushed an even brighter red. He continued on, “I must confess to you, I lied when I said he thinks about you, its more like he consumed about you. He dreams about making love to you every night.” Relena could only stare in shock as all of her hopes and dreams seem to be coming true right before her. “Why hasn’t he come back to me then?” Relena asked. “Personally, I think he thinks that he is not good enough for you and that he don’t deserve you, but that problem is easily solved.” “How?” Relena asked back. “You have to show him that you love and need him.” “And how do I do that?” As if Relena already knew the answer. Thomas smiled widely. *I guarantee I’ll have those two in bed together on Friday night.*
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Time for shout out! First, to Perfectpeach for being the first reviewer of my first fic, thanks girl. To the hip-hop community, thanks for being my inspiration. Finally to my boy Wayne for making me so fly, man your like a brother to me congratulation on your baby boy. See you in the next chapter and remember to holla back(that to review my stories for those who don’t know).
....But I'll live. Heero on the other hand might have a few objections....MWHAHAHAHA!!! Your's trully..(wink)
I just luv Thomas for his NOT beatin' 'round tha bush! 
