(D2 Entry) Pretty Baby (3)
Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2003 4:57 pm
Title: Pretty Baby (Chapter 3)
Penname: J Alberghini
E-mail: JAlberghini2@aol.com
Categories: Best Series/Multi-part, Best Romance
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: No changes have been made from the last chapter to this one. I still don't own Gundam Wing, and Vanessa Carlton still owns this song.
Pretty Baby
Chapter 3
"Stumbling on reasons that are far and few
I let it all come done and then sung for you"
* * * Heero * * *
I spent most of the night in a restless, half-asleep, half-awake state. Her bedroom window mocked me. It was open a crack to let in the spring air, but it might as well have been for the sole purpose of torturing me. It screamed, "Open me! Crawl out me!" It was as if there was a big sign hanging over it reading "Exit". I was tempted, but was too weak and couldn't bring myself to it. Each attempt was impeded by a slender arm, flung over my chest possessively. And whenever I would go to remove it, I would see her. The angel of peace, sleeping serenely in her dream world of flowers and bunnies and all the little things that I used to despise, or at the very least, ignore. My angel, mine. And I couldn't bear to leave her that night.
I'm not sure why, perhaps it was a feeling of obligation or maybe loneliness. Her presence next to me was at times, a comfort and at others, stifling. Those times were when that window pulled at me the most. "Come out and breath some fresh air," it sung out teasingly.
"But how can I breath without her?" my heart answered back. I need Relena. She saved me that day, just a couple months before, more than she'll ever know, and again before that, by just being there on the beach at the right time, two years to that day. But was my freedom outside or was it in here? I couldn't seem to find an answer for that one, and so I stayed. Thinking, tossing, turning. I'm surprised she didn't wake. I was certainly loud enough.
Maybe there's a problem with her mattress, a loose spring or something, I was thinking. It's so freaking squeaky. This is why my people use futons.
"Hmm," Relena moaned softly. At least one of us was having sweet dreams. Each time I just couldn't keep my eyes open any longer, all I could see were nightmares. Some of it an illusion, some of it memories. I kept seeing Relena's face, like when I first piloted Zero. And I could hear the question ringing through my mind: Is she an enemy? My brain screamed that she was, that she's an obstacle to my mission, better off dead than alive. I could hear myself saying that, two years ago, as clearly as if I said it aloud. And I was just as confused then. But my heart told me otherwise, that my mission was to protect her. That I only fight for her and no one else. That I would break my vow to never kill again, if it meant saving her life and through that, my soul as well. Which one was it? I would wake up sweating and breathing heavily, but with no answer.
* * * Relena * * *
In the middle of the night, I woke up from a wonderful dream. I didn't remember it, but I was positive it was about Heero. Were you expecting anything less? Cursing whatever supernatural or biological force that shook me out of that dream, I rolled over to try and go back to sleep. My hand smacked something soft that wasn't my pillow. I tugged at the substance experimentally and nearly fell out of bed (I've become rather accident prone of late, have you noticed?). It was human hair. And attached to it was the very person I'd been dreaming about, sleeping beside me.
"He stayed," I whispered softly to myself. Hearing the words did nothing to lessen my disbelief. Oh, sure, I had asked him to stay. But since when does Heero keep his promises to me? The only one he even has is his promise to protect me. I'd assumed he'd sneak out the moment I fell asleep.
To be on the safe side, I took a tiny bit of skin between two fingers and squeezed. "Ouch!"
All right, so it wasn't a dream. Unless it's someone else's dream. Maybe it's Heero's dream, because he likes to see me going crazy? I wondered. But how could I think if it weren't my dream? Then again, maybe our whole existence is someone's dream, then maybe? oh, I don't know. Maybe I was just delusional. It seemed real enough to me. My bed, my stuff, my childhood room, every detail of Heero's face is perfect just as I'd memorized it the first time we met? Sigh. Is that not a work of art? Da Vinci couldn't have done better. Move over Lisa.
This evening so did not turn out how I'd expected. I tried to get away from Heero, and look how I ended up. Oh my God! Did we?? Oh Lord, how much did I drink? I wondered, horrified. No, wait. I shook my head to clear it. I didn't drink anything. At least, I didn't think so. I vaguely remembered some really nasty tasting something or other, but that part, at least, must've been a dream. Then again, if everything's hazy, how could I have a dream within a dream?
"My head hurts," I complained loudly. Heero rolled over and groaned. "Oops, sorry."
I lay back on the pillows and took a deep breath. The bar, the car, the beach, I remembered it, but it didn't seem real. I know I was confused, but Heero always does that to me.
A little detail floated into my brain like a feather. My mind strained to grasp it. What was it? It came rushing at me suddenly like an iron wrecking ball. I sat up abruptly and brought my hand to my lips. I was too shocked to scream, which was fortunate. Heero kissed me. He kissed me. Okay, that's it, he must've killed me, because I've died and gone to heaven. Looking back, I suppose it could've been hell too, some kind of temptation, but then, what the hell did I care?
Well, no sense in going to bed now, I thought to myself. My energy was at a maximum level. I felt like a child after Halloween or Easter or some holiday with a lot of candy. I took a deep breath and let it out. Curling my legs into the lotus position, I tried to meditate. Yeah, sure, how was I supposed to find serenity at a time like that? Sally must've been on crack when she said it would help me relax. Maybe it relieves the stress of work or whatever, but the everyday problems of a teenage girl? Absolutely nada. Zip. Zero. Hm, Zero? A Zero-system induced hallucination? But what would I be doing in the Zero System? It doesn't even exist anymore. Maybe I was just going crazy after all, to have come up with an idea like that.
Exasperated, I rummaged through my suitcase for my CD player/Walkman. Tuned to my favorite radio station, it always helped me to relax before. I put the headphones over my ears and sunk back into the pillows, careful not to wake Heero. God, he's so adorable when he's sleeping! How could this angel have ever been a killer? I asked myself. Unable to contain myself, I pushed back his bangs and kissed his forehead. Surprisingly, he didn't disappear into thin air or turn into a frog. He didn't turn into a prince either, but then who needs a prince when you've got this? I could barely hold back a girlish squeal. I turned on the radio, not taking my eyes off of him. My favorite song was playing. I heard a slight moan and he began thrashing about wildly. He whimpered something unintelligible. I stroked his head reassuringly. He continued talking to himself, but I couldn't make out the words. That is, all but one.
"Relena," he cried. I gasped. He was dreaming about me? But I had no time to think about that. He needed me. He was practically crying now.
"It's okay, Heero," I said soothingly. "It's just a dream." My voice helped for a moment, but when I stopped, he started again. "There, there." I rocked him gently, trying to think of a way to calm him. "Don?t worry, I'm here. Nothing's going to happen to me." I told him. The song playing in my ears came to the chorus. I started to sing along softly to him. "Pretty baby, don?t you leave me, I have been saving smiles for you." One of the reasons I love it is it applies to us so much, don't you think? "Pretty baby, why can't you see? You're the one that I belong to."
Heero stopped tossing. His body relaxed and his breathing became deeper. I kept singing. "I'll be the embrace that keeps you warm, you're the sun that breaks the storm. I'll be all right, and I'll sleep sound, as long as you keep coming round." I kissed him again, this time lightly on the lips. They felt just as I'd remembered, warm and soft. His breathing was even and he was in a deep, dreamless sleep now. "It won't bother you anymore tonight," I promised. The song faded to an end. "Pretty baby, don't you leave me."
"Promise me that, Heero" I whispered, more to myself then to him. I positioned myself neatly in his arms, willing myself to stay awake, so I could see him. But my previous burst of energy was gone and I fell asleep too, to pleasant dreams of Heero again.
Penname: J Alberghini
E-mail: JAlberghini2@aol.com
Categories: Best Series/Multi-part, Best Romance
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: No changes have been made from the last chapter to this one. I still don't own Gundam Wing, and Vanessa Carlton still owns this song.
Pretty Baby
Chapter 3
"Stumbling on reasons that are far and few
I let it all come done and then sung for you"
* * * Heero * * *
I spent most of the night in a restless, half-asleep, half-awake state. Her bedroom window mocked me. It was open a crack to let in the spring air, but it might as well have been for the sole purpose of torturing me. It screamed, "Open me! Crawl out me!" It was as if there was a big sign hanging over it reading "Exit". I was tempted, but was too weak and couldn't bring myself to it. Each attempt was impeded by a slender arm, flung over my chest possessively. And whenever I would go to remove it, I would see her. The angel of peace, sleeping serenely in her dream world of flowers and bunnies and all the little things that I used to despise, or at the very least, ignore. My angel, mine. And I couldn't bear to leave her that night.
I'm not sure why, perhaps it was a feeling of obligation or maybe loneliness. Her presence next to me was at times, a comfort and at others, stifling. Those times were when that window pulled at me the most. "Come out and breath some fresh air," it sung out teasingly.
"But how can I breath without her?" my heart answered back. I need Relena. She saved me that day, just a couple months before, more than she'll ever know, and again before that, by just being there on the beach at the right time, two years to that day. But was my freedom outside or was it in here? I couldn't seem to find an answer for that one, and so I stayed. Thinking, tossing, turning. I'm surprised she didn't wake. I was certainly loud enough.
Maybe there's a problem with her mattress, a loose spring or something, I was thinking. It's so freaking squeaky. This is why my people use futons.
"Hmm," Relena moaned softly. At least one of us was having sweet dreams. Each time I just couldn't keep my eyes open any longer, all I could see were nightmares. Some of it an illusion, some of it memories. I kept seeing Relena's face, like when I first piloted Zero. And I could hear the question ringing through my mind: Is she an enemy? My brain screamed that she was, that she's an obstacle to my mission, better off dead than alive. I could hear myself saying that, two years ago, as clearly as if I said it aloud. And I was just as confused then. But my heart told me otherwise, that my mission was to protect her. That I only fight for her and no one else. That I would break my vow to never kill again, if it meant saving her life and through that, my soul as well. Which one was it? I would wake up sweating and breathing heavily, but with no answer.
* * * Relena * * *
In the middle of the night, I woke up from a wonderful dream. I didn't remember it, but I was positive it was about Heero. Were you expecting anything less? Cursing whatever supernatural or biological force that shook me out of that dream, I rolled over to try and go back to sleep. My hand smacked something soft that wasn't my pillow. I tugged at the substance experimentally and nearly fell out of bed (I've become rather accident prone of late, have you noticed?). It was human hair. And attached to it was the very person I'd been dreaming about, sleeping beside me.
"He stayed," I whispered softly to myself. Hearing the words did nothing to lessen my disbelief. Oh, sure, I had asked him to stay. But since when does Heero keep his promises to me? The only one he even has is his promise to protect me. I'd assumed he'd sneak out the moment I fell asleep.
To be on the safe side, I took a tiny bit of skin between two fingers and squeezed. "Ouch!"
All right, so it wasn't a dream. Unless it's someone else's dream. Maybe it's Heero's dream, because he likes to see me going crazy? I wondered. But how could I think if it weren't my dream? Then again, maybe our whole existence is someone's dream, then maybe? oh, I don't know. Maybe I was just delusional. It seemed real enough to me. My bed, my stuff, my childhood room, every detail of Heero's face is perfect just as I'd memorized it the first time we met? Sigh. Is that not a work of art? Da Vinci couldn't have done better. Move over Lisa.
This evening so did not turn out how I'd expected. I tried to get away from Heero, and look how I ended up. Oh my God! Did we?? Oh Lord, how much did I drink? I wondered, horrified. No, wait. I shook my head to clear it. I didn't drink anything. At least, I didn't think so. I vaguely remembered some really nasty tasting something or other, but that part, at least, must've been a dream. Then again, if everything's hazy, how could I have a dream within a dream?
"My head hurts," I complained loudly. Heero rolled over and groaned. "Oops, sorry."
I lay back on the pillows and took a deep breath. The bar, the car, the beach, I remembered it, but it didn't seem real. I know I was confused, but Heero always does that to me.
A little detail floated into my brain like a feather. My mind strained to grasp it. What was it? It came rushing at me suddenly like an iron wrecking ball. I sat up abruptly and brought my hand to my lips. I was too shocked to scream, which was fortunate. Heero kissed me. He kissed me. Okay, that's it, he must've killed me, because I've died and gone to heaven. Looking back, I suppose it could've been hell too, some kind of temptation, but then, what the hell did I care?
Well, no sense in going to bed now, I thought to myself. My energy was at a maximum level. I felt like a child after Halloween or Easter or some holiday with a lot of candy. I took a deep breath and let it out. Curling my legs into the lotus position, I tried to meditate. Yeah, sure, how was I supposed to find serenity at a time like that? Sally must've been on crack when she said it would help me relax. Maybe it relieves the stress of work or whatever, but the everyday problems of a teenage girl? Absolutely nada. Zip. Zero. Hm, Zero? A Zero-system induced hallucination? But what would I be doing in the Zero System? It doesn't even exist anymore. Maybe I was just going crazy after all, to have come up with an idea like that.
Exasperated, I rummaged through my suitcase for my CD player/Walkman. Tuned to my favorite radio station, it always helped me to relax before. I put the headphones over my ears and sunk back into the pillows, careful not to wake Heero. God, he's so adorable when he's sleeping! How could this angel have ever been a killer? I asked myself. Unable to contain myself, I pushed back his bangs and kissed his forehead. Surprisingly, he didn't disappear into thin air or turn into a frog. He didn't turn into a prince either, but then who needs a prince when you've got this? I could barely hold back a girlish squeal. I turned on the radio, not taking my eyes off of him. My favorite song was playing. I heard a slight moan and he began thrashing about wildly. He whimpered something unintelligible. I stroked his head reassuringly. He continued talking to himself, but I couldn't make out the words. That is, all but one.
"Relena," he cried. I gasped. He was dreaming about me? But I had no time to think about that. He needed me. He was practically crying now.
"It's okay, Heero," I said soothingly. "It's just a dream." My voice helped for a moment, but when I stopped, he started again. "There, there." I rocked him gently, trying to think of a way to calm him. "Don?t worry, I'm here. Nothing's going to happen to me." I told him. The song playing in my ears came to the chorus. I started to sing along softly to him. "Pretty baby, don?t you leave me, I have been saving smiles for you." One of the reasons I love it is it applies to us so much, don't you think? "Pretty baby, why can't you see? You're the one that I belong to."
Heero stopped tossing. His body relaxed and his breathing became deeper. I kept singing. "I'll be the embrace that keeps you warm, you're the sun that breaks the storm. I'll be all right, and I'll sleep sound, as long as you keep coming round." I kissed him again, this time lightly on the lips. They felt just as I'd remembered, warm and soft. His breathing was even and he was in a deep, dreamless sleep now. "It won't bother you anymore tonight," I promised. The song faded to an end. "Pretty baby, don't you leave me."
"Promise me that, Heero" I whispered, more to myself then to him. I positioned myself neatly in his arms, willing myself to stay awake, so I could see him. But my previous burst of energy was gone and I fell asleep too, to pleasant dreams of Heero again.