Hard to Believe - chapter 2
Posted: Sun Jan 26, 2003 5:23 pm
Hola, this is chapter deux of my story! Aren't you excited? Can you at least fake it?? Okay so it's obviously 1xR, nothing too flashy, just some angsty realistic romance. Enjoy!
Do you like the group 'The Cranberries'? I recommend listening to "21" on the 'No Need to Argue' CD. don't know why...just thought it was a nice complement to the story.
Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN GUNDAM WING!!! Can you put the gun down now?!?! *sheesh!*
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Why did he do this now?
She gripped the small, leather bound journal angrily before flinging it across the room. It slumped against the wall with a satisfying thud, and she glared at it, willing it to go away. It stared back at her. Daring her.
?...I love her. I?ve known that for awhile...?
She felt her blood pulsing rapidly in the tips of her fingers as it raced to meet the wild beating of her heart. Her heart hadn?t raced like that in years.
Since the first day she saw him.
But then she was smitten. True, it had been a silly crush at first, but it had been given the blessing of developing into something meaningful. She grew with the bittersweet knowledge that they?d be intimately together, but still she was in love. Who wouldn?t be in love with someone so strong? She was content to simply know that he was happy, and that he was her friend. Until now.
Now, her heart lept out of hatred and fear. Hatred because he was sharing these words, this cryptic message for no apparent reason. Why now? That?s what frightened her. Heero never did anything unless he had a reason. Why did he send her this? To torture her? To tell her something? She dared to hope that his message was simply what was written, that maybe for a brief moment they could be honest with one another and forget about the obligations of the world. But why do that? So your life can slap you in the face? Why create a reason to regret? She feared his words written in short, neat prose in the weathered journal. Already her heart ached with false memories of goodbyes she watched play like an old movie in her mind.
She walked over to the journal and snatched it from the ground, opening it up to the page she?d read last. Her eyes scanned his last words in the entry. It drew tears in the corners of her eyes.
?...As I again turned to watch her as the auditorium erupted in applause, I knew that I didn?t fit into her journey. I folded my arms, and my heart ached. I had no choice now but to walk away.
Because I loved her.?
?You loved me? Why are you telling me like this? I don?t understand, Heero,? she thought. A part of her had been hurt when he?d left so suddenly after Mariemaia?s coup, yet still she felt compassion for him, and on some level thought she understood. She had been mistaken. He had thought he was helping her, but he didn?t understand that she had simply wanted, no, needed him in her life, and he had deprived her of that. And in all this time, he?d never resumed contact until now. Five years later he sends her a journal...his journal...and a letter, telling her everything she?d ever wanted to hear, and everything she?d ever dread.
Wait. The letter. How could she have dismissed the letter until now? She had fleetingly noticed it loosen from the back of the journal as she skimmed the cluttered entries, but the way he?d taped it led her to believe he meant for it to be read after she?d finished his journal. Until now, she had ignored it. She ran to the edge of the bed, fumbling under the baseboard where it had fallen, and tore it open with trembling hands.
The script on this letter wasn?t Heero?s. It was curvaceous and elegant, with a slight sadness lingering in the downturn of each line. The words frightened her, and she took off running to her closet. Clothes and personal items flew across the room in a blinding fury as she packed and ran out of her room, down the steps, and into the confused arms of her brother.
?What?s wrong, Relena? You look as if you?ve seen a ghost.? Milliardo stated, the worry evident as his mouth turned in a frown.
?Don?t say that,? Relena whispered. ?Please don?t say that. I need a ride to the shuttleport. Now.?
?What? Why?? The panic in her eyes unnerved him, and for the first time, he declined to argue. ?Pagan is here. He?ll be ready whenever you need him.?
?Thank you, Milliardo,? she hugged him tightly, and fled from the foyer.
?Wait, where are you going?? Milliardo called after her, but the door slamming was his only reply. He pulled out his communicator and paged Relena?s personal bodyguard, and then paged Pagan to the front of the house.
He watched helplessly from the window as the limo sped away, but relaxed as warm hands slipped around his abdomen.
?Do you know what?s wrong with her, Lu?? He asked his wife.
?I don?t know,? she sounded weary, ?but she received something from Heero today.?
?What?? Milliardo spun to face her. ?It?s been five years. Why now??
?She?ll have to tell us that later. She wouldn?t talk to me about it. As confused as we are, can you imagine what it was like for her to receive a package from him after all this time??
He didn?t know what to think. Lucrezia could feel his shoulders stiffen as he leaned against the windowpane, his breath coating the glass. He was angry, or was it fearful? He couldn?t tell. All he knew was that he wouldn?t hesitate to hurt anyone who caused his sister pain. He growled low in this throat.
?Damn you, Heero. What have you done??
~finis
Do you like the group 'The Cranberries'? I recommend listening to "21" on the 'No Need to Argue' CD. don't know why...just thought it was a nice complement to the story.
Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN GUNDAM WING!!! Can you put the gun down now?!?! *sheesh!*
**********************************************
Why did he do this now?
She gripped the small, leather bound journal angrily before flinging it across the room. It slumped against the wall with a satisfying thud, and she glared at it, willing it to go away. It stared back at her. Daring her.
?...I love her. I?ve known that for awhile...?
She felt her blood pulsing rapidly in the tips of her fingers as it raced to meet the wild beating of her heart. Her heart hadn?t raced like that in years.
Since the first day she saw him.
But then she was smitten. True, it had been a silly crush at first, but it had been given the blessing of developing into something meaningful. She grew with the bittersweet knowledge that they?d be intimately together, but still she was in love. Who wouldn?t be in love with someone so strong? She was content to simply know that he was happy, and that he was her friend. Until now.
Now, her heart lept out of hatred and fear. Hatred because he was sharing these words, this cryptic message for no apparent reason. Why now? That?s what frightened her. Heero never did anything unless he had a reason. Why did he send her this? To torture her? To tell her something? She dared to hope that his message was simply what was written, that maybe for a brief moment they could be honest with one another and forget about the obligations of the world. But why do that? So your life can slap you in the face? Why create a reason to regret? She feared his words written in short, neat prose in the weathered journal. Already her heart ached with false memories of goodbyes she watched play like an old movie in her mind.
She walked over to the journal and snatched it from the ground, opening it up to the page she?d read last. Her eyes scanned his last words in the entry. It drew tears in the corners of her eyes.
?...As I again turned to watch her as the auditorium erupted in applause, I knew that I didn?t fit into her journey. I folded my arms, and my heart ached. I had no choice now but to walk away.
Because I loved her.?
?You loved me? Why are you telling me like this? I don?t understand, Heero,? she thought. A part of her had been hurt when he?d left so suddenly after Mariemaia?s coup, yet still she felt compassion for him, and on some level thought she understood. She had been mistaken. He had thought he was helping her, but he didn?t understand that she had simply wanted, no, needed him in her life, and he had deprived her of that. And in all this time, he?d never resumed contact until now. Five years later he sends her a journal...his journal...and a letter, telling her everything she?d ever wanted to hear, and everything she?d ever dread.
Wait. The letter. How could she have dismissed the letter until now? She had fleetingly noticed it loosen from the back of the journal as she skimmed the cluttered entries, but the way he?d taped it led her to believe he meant for it to be read after she?d finished his journal. Until now, she had ignored it. She ran to the edge of the bed, fumbling under the baseboard where it had fallen, and tore it open with trembling hands.
The script on this letter wasn?t Heero?s. It was curvaceous and elegant, with a slight sadness lingering in the downturn of each line. The words frightened her, and she took off running to her closet. Clothes and personal items flew across the room in a blinding fury as she packed and ran out of her room, down the steps, and into the confused arms of her brother.
?What?s wrong, Relena? You look as if you?ve seen a ghost.? Milliardo stated, the worry evident as his mouth turned in a frown.
?Don?t say that,? Relena whispered. ?Please don?t say that. I need a ride to the shuttleport. Now.?
?What? Why?? The panic in her eyes unnerved him, and for the first time, he declined to argue. ?Pagan is here. He?ll be ready whenever you need him.?
?Thank you, Milliardo,? she hugged him tightly, and fled from the foyer.
?Wait, where are you going?? Milliardo called after her, but the door slamming was his only reply. He pulled out his communicator and paged Relena?s personal bodyguard, and then paged Pagan to the front of the house.
He watched helplessly from the window as the limo sped away, but relaxed as warm hands slipped around his abdomen.
?Do you know what?s wrong with her, Lu?? He asked his wife.
?I don?t know,? she sounded weary, ?but she received something from Heero today.?
?What?? Milliardo spun to face her. ?It?s been five years. Why now??
?She?ll have to tell us that later. She wouldn?t talk to me about it. As confused as we are, can you imagine what it was like for her to receive a package from him after all this time??
He didn?t know what to think. Lucrezia could feel his shoulders stiffen as he leaned against the windowpane, his breath coating the glass. He was angry, or was it fearful? He couldn?t tell. All he knew was that he wouldn?t hesitate to hurt anyone who caused his sister pain. He growled low in this throat.
?Damn you, Heero. What have you done??
~finis
Okay so maybe that's stretching it a tad but you know what I mean.
Can't wait for more! 
Geez, was that rude or what? But seriously, I love hearing from you all about my random ficlet, and I wish, wish, wish I could post another chapter soon...but I'm moving from Kentucky to Florida this Friday...in a wee l'il car. Then I have to figure out where the wires go on my puterex...that's supposed to go WHERE??? 
I don't know what that meant! Woo...I don't recommend becoming an insomniac when you're supposed to be at work at 9 am. 
Just joking....
:evil: And I did read that MBF!!! :evil: