Sea of Emotion 5/?

[Gundam Girl]

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. Simple.

*~Sea of Emotion~* Chapter Five

Relena paused in her passage to the surveillance room (wondering why Zechs had never assigned any of the crew to the job) when she heard the loud clatter of metal on tile.

She rounded a hallway corner to find Heero Yuy, mop in hand, bucket on the floor in front of him while he glared at both items as though they were possessed by forced of evil. She smirked.

He really was cute.

She almost gasped aloud. That thought alone sent her tumbling back to a manner of severity, and she frowned at the rookie. ?We try to keep an undisturbed atmosphere on this ship, Mr. Yuy.?

Heero?s eyes met hers, and they orbs of blue widened for a fraction of a second before he straightened, snapped boot to boot, and made a rigid salute.

The broom fell as well.

?At ease.? Relena, though she was a little amused at the awkward clumsiness of a man who looked so professional, gave him a bored look. ?Just how did you manage to obtain a place on this ship, Mr. Yuy??

?God knows,? Heero muttered, relaxing a tad. ?I was trained for sea battle, Colonel.?

?Surely the use of a mop is not so much harder?? she questioned. ?You were the assistant of a pawn broker, Mr. Yuy. Surely you?ve cleaned floors in your time.?

Heero bent over to retrieve his chore instruments. Relena, annoyingly enough, found herself appreciating the lean contours of his body, and quickly gave herself a mental reprimand.

?I don?t do windows,? he told her bluntly.

Relena?s eyebrow rose. ?Fortunately, we have few.?

Heero nodded, a sign of respect, however grudgingly.

?Mr. Yuy,? Colonel Darlian said, ?you are not fond of me, are you??

Heero stared at the wall behind her rather than her eyes. ?I have very little doubt that such a thing matters to you, Colonel.?

?That?s true. But whether I am liked or not, Yuy, I put the captain?s crew in a place where they should be. Samson!? she called to a passing officer. ?Put Mr. Othio on floor duty this afternoon. Mr. Yuy will be given a change of position.? She turned back to the rookie. ?Follow me, Yuy.?

Heero did as she bid, and was close behind as she led him through a series of wide corridors. They went straight through the main deck and all of its ever-present chaos.

She took him into the same room he had met Captain Merquise in. The large window?s view was the most breathtaking underwater. The hues of the sea threatened to drag a slip of sentimentality from him. Heero couldn?t keep his mouth shut, proving that only the ocean could open him up like this.

?It?s great outside.?

Colonel Darlian?s eyes flicked to the window, and for a moment, she smiled. ?Yes, it is. The water is truly magnificent. You should see it at sunset, it. . .? She trailed, and her smile fell. The rigidity returned to her countenance, and Heero nearly winced. Was it really so difficult for her to act like she was happy?

?Over here,? she beckoned, gesturing to a panel of machines. Several screens displayed separate areas of the Golden Wave, such as the bridge, the corridors, even the outside surveillance decks that were glassed-in. ?I understand you haven?t had the chance to completely familiarize yourself with the ship yet,? Relena told him, ?however, I believe that you will be all right here to start with the crew.?

Heero nodded once. It wasn?t the front line, but it was better than mopping.

?Still, you will have to clean a few floors, Yuy. I can?t have the crew saying I play favorites. Do you understand?? she asked sternly.

He saluted. ?Ma?am,? he agreed. ?Whatever your order.?

?Yes. Will you need anything?? she asked without any amount of neither politeness nor rudeness. ?I can send someone to get you a drink. It sometimes takes an extra boost to make it through the day just sitting here.?

?I?m fine for now,? Heero replied, lowering his body into the chair before the screens.

Relena said nothing more, and simply headed for the door.

?Colonel,? he called before he realized it was his voice that spoke.

She turned, giving him a patient look ? as patient as she could, anyway. ?Mr. Yuy??

Heero stammered for a moment; he really had no idea what the hell he had intended to say. ?Is the view that good at sunset?? he asked finally.

She raised an eyebrow at him. ?You?ll be here at sunset, Yuy. Wait and see.?

Heero withdrew his gaze, lowering it. Hers was just too intense. A fist balled in his lap. Had he actually been expecting tenderness in her icy tone?

?I?ve no words to describe it?s beauty,? her voice said.

Heero?s head shot up to look at her.

But she was gone.

***

Noin had the morning off, and for good reason. She hadn?t gotten any sleep. Treize thrived on alcohol and adrenaline, and with those two drivers, he had stayed up all night, expecting her to entertain him. And entertain him she did.

Noin turned her face up into the shower, reveling in its warmth and the illusion that she was washing the captain away.

But it was Treize who got all of the enjoyment; never her.

She stepped out of her personal bathroom, drying herself with the extravagant towel she had as a privileged officer and slipped into her own bed, foregoing drying her hair. She would hate herself for it later, when her short dark cap decided to stubbornly be insubordinate, but for now she could only think about the sleep she desperately needed.

But she couldn?t fall asleep. Not while her thighs hurt from his terrible, bruising desperation. That was all Treize cared about, himself. He never paid her needs any mind.

But she didn?t honestly care. If she were ever to enjoy the act of sex, it would not be with Captain Khushrenada. More and more frequently now, she spent her nights in a rum-soaked bed with an often-drunk captain bent on his own release and detachment from the world he hated.

She hated this world too. Yet even now, she was being watched, probably by some female he had hired as a guard for her ? or an understudy, just in case. Overall, killing herself was out of the question. Her life was Treize?s, disgustingly, and inevitably. It was he who would decide when she died, and it was he who would decide how she lived.

If only she had died, as she had planned. If only he had let her bleed to death and drown. She had sailed out of Italy for a reason; to escape her father, and the man he had intended her to marry for a highly profitable amount.

Tsubarov was a Russian through and through, but a hard one at that. More than twice her age, he was a millionaire from St. Petersburg, and had been looking for a young, obedient wife to show off to society. The female officer had been repulsed to learn that she, Luchrezia, daughter of Marcio Noin, had been picked from an advised group of young women.

She had fled. Having no family but her father to speak of since her mother had died seventeen years earlier, she had bought a small sailing boat with intent to go out to sea and stab herself right before throwing herself into the water.

She had instead slit her wrists in hopes that the pain from the saltwater would remind her that she had lived for a little while.

She had never gotten to the water before passing out. When she awoke, she had found herself onboard the Rosetta, wrists bandaged by the care of Anne Khushrenada, and her husband the captain, Treize.

Her angel, Anne had said with a voice covered in ice.

Angel indeed, she thought. This had been about ten months ago, now. Her loathe for Trieze had been lit as soon as she had found herself on his miserable ship, and had only flared over the months as soon as he had demanding she take him to bed.

She fought the first few times, scratching and biting and nearly telling Anne. But Anne was usually locked up in her room, separated from Treize, while she pored over maps and statistics for the ship. She came to realize that Mrs. Khushrenada would not give a damn if her husband raped her.

And then, she had merely given up. When Treize stopped by to spend the nights with her, she felt nothing, and pretended the world did not exist, that she did not exist.

She would prefer it that way, but Treize would never allow it.

So Noin rolled on her side, and did her best to sleep. For tonight, they would meet up with the Golden Wave, the ship of Zechs Merquise himself. And they would have to be careful.

Merquise would like nothing more than to cash in the Rosetta, its crew ? and her.

***

?Where did you take Yuy?? Zechs muttered lightly from his position on the platform in the center of the main deck. Relena had come to stand at his side. ?I saw you two crossing the bridge.?

Relena straightened her shoulders. His tone was insinuative enough to nearly be insulting. ?He will be on security duty now with us.?

?You gave him a privilege?? Captain Merquise asked. ?Why??

?Don?t read too much into it, Captain.? Relena scowled as one of the lower-ranking officers ran across the bridge. ?Jensen! No running, there?s too much work going on here!? She met Zech?s eye. ?We know he?s got more skill than mopping.?

?We haven?t seen him yet, Colonel Darlian,? Zechs reminded her. ?Don?t get your hopes up.?

She shrugged. ?He?s Akira and Kanna Yuy?s son. Surely that counts for something.?

?Surely,? Zechs agreed. ?But still. . .?

?Captain, Colonel!? one of the suspended commanders above them called down. ?There?s a bounty ship headed for us from behind! Only three hundred meters!?

?You?re joking,? Zechs stated coldly, rising from his chair. ?Who is it? Never mind,? he said immediately. ?I already know.?

?There?s only one bounty ship with such great cloaking devices,? Relena added.

?The Rosetta is worth a lot.? Zechs grinned at her. ?Let?s hunt down Khushrenada.?

?Before he hunts us,? the colonel agreed.

Zechs grabbed the nearest microphone and clicked into all channels. ?All free hands to deck,? he commanded powerfully. ?The Rosetta is right behind us.?

Some cheered. Some grumbled, too tired to handle a bounty today. Relena only took a calming breath.

?Treize Khushrenada,? she said gently to Zechs. ?Should we? Are we prepared??

Zechs turned and set a hand on her arm. ?I won?t let him see you,? he promised.

Relena shook her head. ?I only met him once, sir. One meeting does not alter my life.? She smiled slightly. ?Let?s make some millions.?

As she walked away, Zechs stepped into the nearest elevator. There would be infiltration, and he knew where at.

With a strong hand, he grabbed a loaded pistol from an arsenal case.

And he would be ready.

Down in the bowels of the ship, where the boiler rooms and their crewman were, there was an oxygen filled hatch that people boarded from outside. Ones simply suited in scuba gear could get inside easily. This wasn?t a threat, mainly because the crew knew of the weak spot, and was always prepared for it.

Zechs was waiting beside the door, ready at any moment for the first entry. It wouldn?t be Khushrenada, of course, but pawns could talk as easily as the Rosetta?s captain.

The door opened before he had been waiting half an hour. He would have gotten there in the smallest, most undetectable submersible imaginable; that was how bounties worked, trying to slip in unnoticed.

He caught Treize?s tool by the throat the second he stepped inside and had shut the door without seeing him. Throwing him against the wall, Zechs ripped off his mask.

?He? was a she. A woman.

The mask slipped from Zech?s grip.

A dark-haired, blue-eyed, very frightened, very beautiful. . .woman.

Relena had said that life was not altered by one meeting. He had agreed.

Now, he wasn?t so sure.

********************************************************************

Thanks for reading! Please review!

-GG

[shadowcat]

Aawwwwwwww....Heero mopping floors!! That is so cute!!

“I don’t do windows,” he told her bluntly.

Relena’s eyebrow rose. “Fortunately, we have few.”

See i told you it was cute!!

PLease update soon!!

[Gundam Girl]

Thanks, I rather liked that exchange myself. Glad you're reading!

[RyanEX2000]

Woohoo an update.

Tis' TRULY the season to be jolly.Treize and...Noin... .

Well I think that gets the prize for most obscure thing yet(granted he's basically raping her).Can't wait for Zechs's reaction an' how they'll interact.

[Gundam Girl]

Is it really that obscure? I didn't think so at the time, but now... Yeah, I can understand your reaction. I've never seen any Treize-raping-Noin fics, either.

Cool, this must mean I'm original!

LOL, thanks for reading, I really appreciate it!

[Eienvine]

Ooh! This is a lot of fun, even though I just jumped into the story this chapter. Heero's being lovely, as usual, and I like Relena in this role. Oh, and I hope Zechs beats the crap out of Treize for treating Noin like that. Keep up the good work!

[blackrose]

Heero mopping was cute. But Relena needs to let go a little and let herself enjoy more of the contours of Heero's backside without berating herself for it.

^______^

Heero: Am I just an object for sex to you?
Relena: No.
Heero: DAMMIT!
Relena: *licks lips* Though it could be an idea.... I am the colonel you know. *grins*
Heero: *nods* I am here to obey your orders, Colonel.

Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

[Gundam Girl]

Hey, Eienvine! If you just jumped in, you might want to go here and read the first four chapters:

http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=1067732

Thanks for reading, and keep reviewing!

[Gundam Girl]

And Rose...you scare me. Deeply and truly.

But not in a bad way. ^_~