Sabotage Backfire: An Apartment? (Humor, PG-13) 4/5?
Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2004 11:30 pm
Sabotage Backfire... An Apartment?
By Andrea Sinisterra
Humor/Romance
Rated PG-13
Standard Disclaimers Apply
For previous chapters, click here.
Okay, remember when I said, Happy Andrea=More Updates? I wasn't lying. I swear. I've just been... busy, and sort of procrastinating. But, I just decided to sit down, put my hands on the keyboard, and fight a great case of Writer's Block. I know I promised my next update would be the last chapter? but? I lied. *laughs* I?m horrible. *pout* Don?t lose hope on me, the next part will be out. (I?ll refrain from giving out ANY margin of time. Self preservation, you see.)
I think I was a little too sarcastic in my writing, as you?ll soon see once you start reading, but I was having too much fun, and laughing too much to delete it. I guess my sarcasm is what makes my writing a little different, huh?
And to all those who were wondering, the stalker with the dark eyes that I mentioned in chapter two, was Heero. I kind of dropped hints here and there in chapter three, especially when I said that Heero had been to the apartment but had remained hidden when he saw Milliardo there with Relena. I?m sorry if this was a little confusing, but I hope I cleared some doubts.
I would also like to warn you that this chapter will start a little slow; everything is mostly thoughts, and not much dialogue. So, have patience with me!
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<b>Part 4</b>
Relena should have found the absence of a certain ex-pilot a little suspicious, but with all the moving, going out with Milliardo and sometimes Noin to lunches and dinners, and several other social gatherings, -and- being back to work, the thought of Heero's disappearance had completely skipped her mind. Now, as she sat down on her new bed, tired, and her muscles aching, her thoughts only seemed to be centered on him.
It had been a funny sight watching the color drain from his face the moment Pagan addressed him, especially how Heero's eyes seemed to widen, and his Adam's apple, bob when they landed on the silvery spatula the butler was more than happily snapping against his hand, the threat clear in his eyes.
Although funnier was watching Heero dodging kitchen paraphernalia, and other random objects from her boudoir as he made a hasty escape via her balcony- the same way he came. She had been beyond flustered that her long time friend had caught her in maybe not a compromising position, but she was more than certain that Pagan's sharp eyes would never miss her rather disheveled, underdressed state, plus her messy hair, and swollen lips. Not to mention Heero's wet clothes, and the equally telling state of his lips.
A blush crept up her cheeks when she thought about his kisses. But, as usual, got herself angry when she thought about his only goal for kissing her. Of course, he was very accomplished in his tactics, clever with his strategies. She knew that he knew about her romantic thoughts about him, and of course he had taken advantage of them. It was only logical, after all. To say that he had never made a single insinuation about it over the years, -never a single look out of place, or gentle words... anything to give her even a slight clue if he had any reciprocate feelings- was a major understatement. But, <i>now</i> he wanted to kiss her? A little too coincident, given their current situation. Well, given his illogical dilemma regarding her decision. This, of course, had nothing to do with him.
Why couldn't he just let her live the way she wanted? She was old enough, and had lived long enough, even in her short years, to know exactly what she wanted. She had been in the same war as he, for crying out loud! He could be really annoying when he wanted to be. Although, the situation was more than ironical when one comes to think of it; all these years she had wanted just a mere glance from him, some words that might encourage her, and maybe be a little telling of his feelings. And now that he had not just done that, but kissed her as well, she was upset.
Relena couldn't help the sigh that left her lungs as she plopped down on her bed on top of the covers, her arms limp at her sides. She fixed her eyes on the white ceiling above her, before closing them as the picture of Heero made its way into her brain, probably to settle for the night and invade her dreams until morning. And odds were, she would probably be thinking of him all day long, too.
The next morning didn't bode well for her. For starters, waking up in her new home was something she would have to get used to; but the most unsettling thing had to be been waken up, not by her alarm clock, which was set to go off in fifteen minutes, but by a soft, gentle knock on her bedroom door. She had locked the door, not used to sleeping in a house all by herself since she had always been surrounded by family, bodyguards, and the service. But, now that she was alone, a darkened, lonely house was certainly not appealing on her nerves.
She tentatively made her way to the door, her heart beating at a speed she was sure was not healthy, especially when it was making her head ache and pound, probably from the fear and nerves. Her voice was shaky, and she seriously considered calling the Preventers.
"Who's there?"
There was a moment of silence before a voice spoke up, loud and clear, and the tone had never before sounded so familiar to her. Trowa Barton's voice was gentle, yet carried a slightly annoyed undertone to it. "It's already late, Relena. Your security system was set up overnight and I wanted to give you a run through it before we left. I guess that will have to wait." He paused, when he heard her fumbling with the master key on the other side. "The limousine is on its way. You have thirty five minutes before it arrives." He stopped when she finally managed to open the door. Completely ignoring her rumpled clothes, and messy hair, he continued, his tone professional as he opened a black leather agenda, and flipped through the gold lined pages. "Your first appointment is in an hour, if you intend to have breakfast, I suggest you hurry. Thirty five minutes for the limousine, ten for breakfast and maybe you'll make it. If you get dressed now."
Relena's eyes were droopy as she stifled a yawn, and then said, clearly having ignored his words, "according to my alarm clock, I still have fifteen more minutes. I have to wash my hair, and put my make up on, and dress, and we have to stop somewhere so I can at least eat a bagel. And what are you doing here, by the way?" At that, she slapped his shoulder, before turning around and heading for the bathroom, "you nearly sent me into cardiac arrest!"
Three quarters of an hour, a bagel and a Styrofoam cup of coffee later, they reached the Preventers Administration building. Having gotten rid of the waste, Relena cheerfully greeted all her co-workers she hadn?t seen in well over a month, before finally taking her correspondence from the ever smiling May and disappearing into her office. May followed her, handing her reports and meeting schedules as she talked, her voice happy and her eyes smiling asking the diplomat about her ?vacations?.
Relena answered as vaguely as possibly, leaving out crucial information so as not to attract her secretary?s attention regarding a certain agent, while at the same time being as polite as possible, smiling as she told her about her meetings with her brother, and giving her thorough descriptions of her apartment. The women chatted amiably, folders and other random files in hand as they made their way to the conference room, the buzzing sounds of over a dozen voices of several politicians ranking as high as Ministers and heads of state, as well as other influencing corporate businessmen who, telling from the ringing of angry voices, and temperamental disputes, had probably started the meeting without her.
Relena sighed, as she took her briefcase from her secretary?s hands and squared her shoulders as she entered the room. She smiled when the voices dimmed at her entrance and all eyes swiveled in her direction. Yes, this would definitely be a very long day. What a welcome.
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?Man, I?m not sure this is a good idea. Which could be, but like I said I?m not sure. Although, it?s no like you ever listen to what I say, which is kinda annoying if you ask me. What if something goes wrong? What a blow to your ego, I tell you. Although,? and here, Duo took a breath, rubbing he stubble-d chin thoughtfully. ?It?s something I would love to watch. What if she rejects you??
Heero tried his best to ignore the babbling idiot beside him, but the longer he did, the longer he talked. It was late in the morning, almost noon as they made their way to her apartment door, picking at the lock and unlatching it in a matter of seconds before they went in, Duo whistling low in appreciation.
Heero suddenly grabbed Duo by the front of his shirt. ?You say another damn word and I?ll kick your ass out the balcony. Clear??
Duo laughed, freeing himself from his partner?s grasp. ?I was just thinking what would happen if the Lady on the top finds out about this. Front row tickets, please!? And then he disappeared into the kitchen, the sounds of him rummaging through cupboards and cabinets resounding in the empty space. Heero ignored his exclamation of <i>Oh, wow, Hershey kisses!</i> and the several <i>Ooh?s</i> and <i>Ah?s</i> when he found pop tarts, cookies, Captain Crunch cereal, and other sweets, before the ?kid? joined him, biting down on a blueberry Quaker Pop tart.
?Are you done?? He asked irritably. He made a mental note to thank Trowa for the access codes on the security system, as he made his way around the apartment. <i>What would it be like to live here?</i>, he thought. Heero really didn?t know how he felt regarding Relena Peacecraft. Sure he found her attractive, any red-blooded male would, but he was almost positive that her attraction towards him went a little beyond that of the carnal mind.
Love? The simple word was as alien to him as it was ironical. All his life being shoved around, threatened and alone, to now have someone who genuinely cared for him? Things like that didn?t happen- couldn?t happen. Then again, it did to Zechs. His eyes landed on Duo as he finished off the last of his treat. And perhaps to Duo as well. He had always been suspicious of the braided man?s friendship with the former Oz?s soldier, Hilde Schbeicker. Many a time he had seen them exchanging looks that went a little beyond friendship, even though Duo denied it feverishly.
Up until now, his relationship with Relena had been strictly set into a professional basis, in which his only duty was to protect her at all costs. As soon as he was called to the Preventers and was offered a job, he was assigned as her personal bodyguard. The mission had been entitled strictly to him, earning him a private office as head security of her administration. How could he, when he was not sure of his real feelings, reciprocate or even want to start something with her?
In the beginning, his whole dilemma had been her welfare; the fact that her life would be jeopardized by her spontaneous decision, and that his job, his mission would be subjected to a drastic change, was completely out of the question, at least for him. His assignment was set into a routine, a daily routine that had been carefully thought out so that she could be guarded at all times, especially after her kidnapping during 196AC. But when that routine changed, it screwed his mission, and threatened his goals, putting her life in danger, and making him work extra when it could be easily avoided.
Reason number one of why he had denied her request.
Now, as time progressed, seeing her day after day, being a part of her daily routine had changed something in him. He wasn?t completely sure what it was, but something had definitely changed. In other circumstances, he would have gone directly to Lady Une and explain his more that logical reasons of why she shouldn?t move out, and knew that if he acted skeptical enough, and made valid points (which he had), Lady Une would have done something in her power to restrict, or at least, have a say over the Foreign Minister?s decisions. Maybe Zechs could have helped, too.
But, and here he shook his head, something about the enthusiasm in her voice when she proclaimed her decision, aside from her state of undress when she had told him over a month ago, had made him take her feelings into consideration. Something that, before, he would have never allowed. Feelings jeopardized missions.
Was he starting to have feelings for her? And when this question had popped into his mind, he had snapped and went beyond anything possible to prevent her from moving out, doing things he now felt very much ashamed of. He couldn?t care for her, yet the moment he felt he was getting soft on her, he had doubled his efforts.
So yes, it was also a matter of pride. Reason number two of why he had denied her request.
Yet, because ?of- that second reason, he had tried to come up with ways of pleasing her, definitely not one to hold up an argument with her for too long. She was tenacious; he had to give her that. He had tried to make it look like she was actually getting her way, talking to the realtors and going through the different properties in their listings, jutting down addresses so he could go, and survey the property before giving the go. Of course, the ?survey? also included some tricks and bonuses courtesy of Duo Maxwell.
But the thrilled look on her face when she had entered <i>Le Songerie</i>, that pleased smile she had after she left, even though he hadn?t <i>really</i> been there because of Milliardo?s unexpected visit, had struck something in him. And anyway, it wasn?t like he could?ve done something about that apartment, since Lady Une had called him in. The timing had been awfully coincident, in his opinion.
And speaking of the wiseacre Peacecraft weasel, Heero thought that his sudden interest in renewing a relationship with Relena, after decades of absence was a little too farfetched and, again, coincident. Now that Noin had spoken to Milliardo on his behalf, to try to get rid of his annoying presence looming over Relena, he suddenly wanted to become the perfect, caring, comforting brother he wasn?t for the first twenty-two years of her life?
It was more than obvious that since Lucrezia had asked him to stop intervening he had to come up with a different way to ?intervene-! And what better way than to go to the core of the whole issue: Relena.
Milliardo had spent his entire life eschewing any sort of relationship with his sister; during the war, he had pretended that being away from her, that by keeping his distance he would keep her safe, and yes, Heero could relate with the theory, but it has been almost a decade that the war died down, and he, Milliardo, never, ever approached her.
Heero glanced around the lavishly decorated space; the blue and gold brocade curtains hung in luscious folds of silk over dark oak French windows. The living room was of moderate size, the pearl white walls devoid of any embellishment; a long dark blue couch made of Persian silk, with a matching love seat, their small squared cushions also dark blue, embroidered in gold trimming.
The windows opened to a large terrace of smooth red brick flooring, a heavy set of iron table and chairs at the corner, while small dim lampposts stood at the two outer corners of the railing.
Why was he there, anyway?
He had planned on carrying on his previous mission, which in his opinion had been going accordingly to plan, and would have been a success had the Old One not barged in at the most crucial moment and ruined everything. He had even considered seducing Relena, anything that would make the way to his goal easier. And yet, he felt like backing out, now that he was here. Walking through the halls of her house, seeing every little thing she had spent time on picking out so it could proudly claim a spot in the dozens of niches throughout her apartment; the furniture she had probably envisioned she would buy when she finally moved on her own. The colors and textures, the ornaments and other embellishments throughout the place- everything spoke of her. Everything was carefully thought out, and strategically placed, an honest demonstration of her real self. Something Heero didn?t want to taint.
This apartment reflected everything that was Relena, every single dream she had, every single thought that crossed her mind. The rugs, and paintings, the portraits of family members and friends, her degrees and diplomas hanging on the walls of her studio, the several books and encyclopedias that still lined the floors, with other psychological, spiritual, and romantic novels of famous authors. Novels that she had probably read a hundred times from the crinkled, withered edges of the covers and pages?
This was her space. This was her own. He couldn?t invade it. Heero sighed as he retreated, and came back to stand in her living room. He cast his eyes around the room, as if memorizing its details, before he made his way to the kitchen where he found Duo going through the items in the fridge, this time, a strawberry pop tart between his teeth as both his hands were moving things aside wanting to reach for a box of Swiss chocolates hidden in the far back.
<i>Apparently, she likes sweets</i>, Heero thought as he dragged Duo to the front door and clicked the lock back in place as he left, the large, black bag with his clothes and other belongings clinging from his almost limp hand.
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The meeting had dragged on for almost three hours, the creation of a dependent nation on the still settling atmosphere of Mars, light years away from actual progress. Several ideas were thrown back and forth, the long burgundy oak table cluttered with books, papers, reports, and other items as the delegates tried to think up a formal plan to propose to the President of the Earth Sphere United Nations. Quite a few had sighed in resignation, giving up any hope that they might come to an agreement, and simply left, leaving their secretaries on their seats against the walls, while still taking notes furiously of whatever thing they deemed important or remotely interesting.
Relena sighed as she rested her chin against her palm. Her eyes going from one Minister to another.
??understand! You?re telling me that every single coin used in that project has gone to waste? How can that be possible? Don?t they keep track of every expense??
A plump, red-faced man around his fifties stood up, indignation clear in his voice. ?Excuse me, Minister Mercier! The Treasury of this nation is well aware of every single movement any of you make. Believe me when I say that there is a record of all those accounts! Every single Ministry has a budget assigned per year. In fact, it?s funny you mention it, because your administration is probably the least organized of all! You?re way over your budget, and I don?t see anyone complaining!?
Minister Mercier recoiled as if he had been physically struck. ?What are you hinting at!?? The outrage in his voice made it tremble, the two men now facing each other.
Conversation completely stopped when a third person stood up, his blonde hair, and neat appearance a welcome in a room filled mostly with old, fat, decrepit men.
?That is enough!? Quatre Winner, CEO of Winner Industries stood tall and young, his blue eyes shining brightly. ?I?m tired of hearing you all yap like a bunch of yokels! Please, gentlemen, be a little more respectful to the several ladies in your presence!? He sighed, and sat back down, running a hand over his tired face. ?We?re not getting anywhere arguing this way. Maybe we should just adjourn this meeting??? He trailed off, as his eyes settled on Relena.
Relena smiled, relieved as she saw all the men nod in approval. ?Perhaps next time we meet we should each come with a proposal. It could save us some time.? <i>And patience,</i> she thought.
The word ?euthanasia? had been running nonstop through her mind during the last couple of minutes before the meeting was thankfully adjourned. It had been pure torture, especially when the only settlement they had, was to meet for a second round.
She sighed, but then smiled when she saw Quatre walking towards her. Just the sight of him made her smile; the brightness of his eyes, the gentleness of his smile. Everything about him was calming. It had been a long time that they had last seen each other and Relena being as busy as she had been lately, had completely forgotten about this meeting, and that he was going to be attending, too.
They talked for awhile as the rest of the attendees filed out of the room, their secretaries in tow. Quatre shook hands with Trowa as he came to stand behind Relena, before he suggested going to a small restaurant nearby for a late lunch, if she was not already busy.
Trowa was silent beside her, even more so than he usually was. Perhaps he had something in mind? Or maybe he was just glad to see another comrade after so long?
It was a surprise, though, that when they were about to climb into the limousine, Trowa decided he would stay, stating he had a pressing matter to attend, before he apologized and then left.
Trowa waited for the limousine to pull away, and when he was sure Relena and Quatre were already riding down the street, he pulled out his cell-phone, pressing redial as he waited for the other person to pick up. After a couple of rings, Heero Yuy?s voice came on, deep and low, the noise in the background preventing much understanding.
?Where are you?? Trowa asked, trying to keep his voice low, but at the same time wanting to raise it so Heero could hear.
?I?m following her.? There was a pause, and a blaring of honks could be heard, before he spoke again. ?What the hell is Winner doing with her??
Trowa sighed. ?Heero, do you really think it?s worth it? I don?t understand what you?re doing. What do you want??
There was only silence from the other end; everything seemed to be quieting down, as if Heero had stopped the car. ?I don?t know. It?s all confusing. I have to go.? Another pause, and then he spoke again, the tone in his voice amusing Trowa to no end. ?Thanks, man.?
?No problem.?
Heero was definitely spending too much time with Duo Maxwell.
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Had he been wrong? Perhaps everything had been a mental waste. He couldn?t have thought she had deep feelings for him when she was here, laughing and touching Quatre Winner?s shoulder, sipping red wine, and talking in low tones with the blonde corporate. Heero had never thought much about Relena?s relationship with Quatre Winner. Yes, he knew they often spoke, and seldom met, so whenever Quatre came to Earth, or Relena visited L4, they?d spend most of their time together. Seeing them together was definitely not something new, or something that should be surprising.
Yet, there was something truly annoying, Heero thought, in the familiarity those two had, the almost intimate way they talked and touched. Perhaps not sexually intimate, but the comfortableness they had around each other. Something he didn?t and had never experienced with Relena. Maybe he was a little too uptight. Heero hated how easily Quatre made her laugh, or how he seemed to read her mind, finishing her sentences, and laughed with her when they agreed on something? because they had too many things in common.
His blood boiled when Relena said something that made Quatre tilt his head back in laughter before he leaned over, took her hand, and kissed the back of it gently. To any other eye, they looked like the perfect couple, happy and in love. Other eyes, including Heero?s. He had never thought much of all this. They were just friends, and really, it meant nothing to him. Right? Why, now after so long, the thought of those two together, laughing and smiling, made him tremble with anger and??
Jealousy?
Oh, boy?
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Heero found himself, for the second time in a day, in front of Relena Peacecraft?s apartment building. The streets were busy, the sidewalks bustling with activity as people rushed back to their jobs after lunch break. Heero turned around, his eyes going from the hot-dog cart, to the horizon just where the four-lane street disappeared into more buildings, to land on the treetops of the park right in front of Relena?s apartment windows.
He didn?t like how the trees seemed to be parallel to her rooms; any sniper could climb them and have a straight, unobstructed aim at her. He also didn?t like the busy streets; anyone could slip into the building, unseen from all the chaos during rush-hour. It would be so easy to go pass the sixty year-old concierge, and into the elevators.
?Was he getting a little too paranoid?
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Relena smiled, waving as the limousine finally disappeared around the corner. Lunch with Quatre Raberba Winner always proved to be delightful and eye-opening. Who knew the peaceful CEO had such evil ideas running through his head? Their conversation was something Relena had secretly been missing, his words, although soft and respectful, had filled her with such thoughts and ideas, that she couldn?t help covering her mouth to keep her excited giggles contained.
She had told Quatre everything that had happened in the last couple of weeks, starting with her discussion with Heero that day at the boutique. Quatre had found everything very amusing, especially because he thought it was all pretty obvious, at least to him, that Heero had somehow sabotaged the apartments she had been to.
And the plan he?d proposed rang clearly through Relena?s head. Who knew all she needed was an accomplice? Who knew it would be so simple?
Relena smiled at the concierge, her plan going over and over in her head all the way to her floor, and when she reached her apartment, she couldn?t hold in her giggles anymore.
Tbc?
This is only half the chapter, reason why nothing really important happened... Kind of dull, huh? Stay tuned!!
By Andrea Sinisterra
Humor/Romance
Rated PG-13
Standard Disclaimers Apply
For previous chapters, click here.
Okay, remember when I said, Happy Andrea=More Updates? I wasn't lying. I swear. I've just been... busy, and sort of procrastinating. But, I just decided to sit down, put my hands on the keyboard, and fight a great case of Writer's Block. I know I promised my next update would be the last chapter? but? I lied. *laughs* I?m horrible. *pout* Don?t lose hope on me, the next part will be out. (I?ll refrain from giving out ANY margin of time. Self preservation, you see.)
I think I was a little too sarcastic in my writing, as you?ll soon see once you start reading, but I was having too much fun, and laughing too much to delete it. I guess my sarcasm is what makes my writing a little different, huh?
And to all those who were wondering, the stalker with the dark eyes that I mentioned in chapter two, was Heero. I kind of dropped hints here and there in chapter three, especially when I said that Heero had been to the apartment but had remained hidden when he saw Milliardo there with Relena. I?m sorry if this was a little confusing, but I hope I cleared some doubts.
I would also like to warn you that this chapter will start a little slow; everything is mostly thoughts, and not much dialogue. So, have patience with me!
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<b>Part 4</b>
Relena should have found the absence of a certain ex-pilot a little suspicious, but with all the moving, going out with Milliardo and sometimes Noin to lunches and dinners, and several other social gatherings, -and- being back to work, the thought of Heero's disappearance had completely skipped her mind. Now, as she sat down on her new bed, tired, and her muscles aching, her thoughts only seemed to be centered on him.
It had been a funny sight watching the color drain from his face the moment Pagan addressed him, especially how Heero's eyes seemed to widen, and his Adam's apple, bob when they landed on the silvery spatula the butler was more than happily snapping against his hand, the threat clear in his eyes.
Although funnier was watching Heero dodging kitchen paraphernalia, and other random objects from her boudoir as he made a hasty escape via her balcony- the same way he came. She had been beyond flustered that her long time friend had caught her in maybe not a compromising position, but she was more than certain that Pagan's sharp eyes would never miss her rather disheveled, underdressed state, plus her messy hair, and swollen lips. Not to mention Heero's wet clothes, and the equally telling state of his lips.
A blush crept up her cheeks when she thought about his kisses. But, as usual, got herself angry when she thought about his only goal for kissing her. Of course, he was very accomplished in his tactics, clever with his strategies. She knew that he knew about her romantic thoughts about him, and of course he had taken advantage of them. It was only logical, after all. To say that he had never made a single insinuation about it over the years, -never a single look out of place, or gentle words... anything to give her even a slight clue if he had any reciprocate feelings- was a major understatement. But, <i>now</i> he wanted to kiss her? A little too coincident, given their current situation. Well, given his illogical dilemma regarding her decision. This, of course, had nothing to do with him.
Why couldn't he just let her live the way she wanted? She was old enough, and had lived long enough, even in her short years, to know exactly what she wanted. She had been in the same war as he, for crying out loud! He could be really annoying when he wanted to be. Although, the situation was more than ironical when one comes to think of it; all these years she had wanted just a mere glance from him, some words that might encourage her, and maybe be a little telling of his feelings. And now that he had not just done that, but kissed her as well, she was upset.
Relena couldn't help the sigh that left her lungs as she plopped down on her bed on top of the covers, her arms limp at her sides. She fixed her eyes on the white ceiling above her, before closing them as the picture of Heero made its way into her brain, probably to settle for the night and invade her dreams until morning. And odds were, she would probably be thinking of him all day long, too.
The next morning didn't bode well for her. For starters, waking up in her new home was something she would have to get used to; but the most unsettling thing had to be been waken up, not by her alarm clock, which was set to go off in fifteen minutes, but by a soft, gentle knock on her bedroom door. She had locked the door, not used to sleeping in a house all by herself since she had always been surrounded by family, bodyguards, and the service. But, now that she was alone, a darkened, lonely house was certainly not appealing on her nerves.
She tentatively made her way to the door, her heart beating at a speed she was sure was not healthy, especially when it was making her head ache and pound, probably from the fear and nerves. Her voice was shaky, and she seriously considered calling the Preventers.
"Who's there?"
There was a moment of silence before a voice spoke up, loud and clear, and the tone had never before sounded so familiar to her. Trowa Barton's voice was gentle, yet carried a slightly annoyed undertone to it. "It's already late, Relena. Your security system was set up overnight and I wanted to give you a run through it before we left. I guess that will have to wait." He paused, when he heard her fumbling with the master key on the other side. "The limousine is on its way. You have thirty five minutes before it arrives." He stopped when she finally managed to open the door. Completely ignoring her rumpled clothes, and messy hair, he continued, his tone professional as he opened a black leather agenda, and flipped through the gold lined pages. "Your first appointment is in an hour, if you intend to have breakfast, I suggest you hurry. Thirty five minutes for the limousine, ten for breakfast and maybe you'll make it. If you get dressed now."
Relena's eyes were droopy as she stifled a yawn, and then said, clearly having ignored his words, "according to my alarm clock, I still have fifteen more minutes. I have to wash my hair, and put my make up on, and dress, and we have to stop somewhere so I can at least eat a bagel. And what are you doing here, by the way?" At that, she slapped his shoulder, before turning around and heading for the bathroom, "you nearly sent me into cardiac arrest!"
Three quarters of an hour, a bagel and a Styrofoam cup of coffee later, they reached the Preventers Administration building. Having gotten rid of the waste, Relena cheerfully greeted all her co-workers she hadn?t seen in well over a month, before finally taking her correspondence from the ever smiling May and disappearing into her office. May followed her, handing her reports and meeting schedules as she talked, her voice happy and her eyes smiling asking the diplomat about her ?vacations?.
Relena answered as vaguely as possibly, leaving out crucial information so as not to attract her secretary?s attention regarding a certain agent, while at the same time being as polite as possible, smiling as she told her about her meetings with her brother, and giving her thorough descriptions of her apartment. The women chatted amiably, folders and other random files in hand as they made their way to the conference room, the buzzing sounds of over a dozen voices of several politicians ranking as high as Ministers and heads of state, as well as other influencing corporate businessmen who, telling from the ringing of angry voices, and temperamental disputes, had probably started the meeting without her.
Relena sighed, as she took her briefcase from her secretary?s hands and squared her shoulders as she entered the room. She smiled when the voices dimmed at her entrance and all eyes swiveled in her direction. Yes, this would definitely be a very long day. What a welcome.
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?Man, I?m not sure this is a good idea. Which could be, but like I said I?m not sure. Although, it?s no like you ever listen to what I say, which is kinda annoying if you ask me. What if something goes wrong? What a blow to your ego, I tell you. Although,? and here, Duo took a breath, rubbing he stubble-d chin thoughtfully. ?It?s something I would love to watch. What if she rejects you??
Heero tried his best to ignore the babbling idiot beside him, but the longer he did, the longer he talked. It was late in the morning, almost noon as they made their way to her apartment door, picking at the lock and unlatching it in a matter of seconds before they went in, Duo whistling low in appreciation.
Heero suddenly grabbed Duo by the front of his shirt. ?You say another damn word and I?ll kick your ass out the balcony. Clear??
Duo laughed, freeing himself from his partner?s grasp. ?I was just thinking what would happen if the Lady on the top finds out about this. Front row tickets, please!? And then he disappeared into the kitchen, the sounds of him rummaging through cupboards and cabinets resounding in the empty space. Heero ignored his exclamation of <i>Oh, wow, Hershey kisses!</i> and the several <i>Ooh?s</i> and <i>Ah?s</i> when he found pop tarts, cookies, Captain Crunch cereal, and other sweets, before the ?kid? joined him, biting down on a blueberry Quaker Pop tart.
?Are you done?? He asked irritably. He made a mental note to thank Trowa for the access codes on the security system, as he made his way around the apartment. <i>What would it be like to live here?</i>, he thought. Heero really didn?t know how he felt regarding Relena Peacecraft. Sure he found her attractive, any red-blooded male would, but he was almost positive that her attraction towards him went a little beyond that of the carnal mind.
Love? The simple word was as alien to him as it was ironical. All his life being shoved around, threatened and alone, to now have someone who genuinely cared for him? Things like that didn?t happen- couldn?t happen. Then again, it did to Zechs. His eyes landed on Duo as he finished off the last of his treat. And perhaps to Duo as well. He had always been suspicious of the braided man?s friendship with the former Oz?s soldier, Hilde Schbeicker. Many a time he had seen them exchanging looks that went a little beyond friendship, even though Duo denied it feverishly.
Up until now, his relationship with Relena had been strictly set into a professional basis, in which his only duty was to protect her at all costs. As soon as he was called to the Preventers and was offered a job, he was assigned as her personal bodyguard. The mission had been entitled strictly to him, earning him a private office as head security of her administration. How could he, when he was not sure of his real feelings, reciprocate or even want to start something with her?
In the beginning, his whole dilemma had been her welfare; the fact that her life would be jeopardized by her spontaneous decision, and that his job, his mission would be subjected to a drastic change, was completely out of the question, at least for him. His assignment was set into a routine, a daily routine that had been carefully thought out so that she could be guarded at all times, especially after her kidnapping during 196AC. But when that routine changed, it screwed his mission, and threatened his goals, putting her life in danger, and making him work extra when it could be easily avoided.
Reason number one of why he had denied her request.
Now, as time progressed, seeing her day after day, being a part of her daily routine had changed something in him. He wasn?t completely sure what it was, but something had definitely changed. In other circumstances, he would have gone directly to Lady Une and explain his more that logical reasons of why she shouldn?t move out, and knew that if he acted skeptical enough, and made valid points (which he had), Lady Une would have done something in her power to restrict, or at least, have a say over the Foreign Minister?s decisions. Maybe Zechs could have helped, too.
But, and here he shook his head, something about the enthusiasm in her voice when she proclaimed her decision, aside from her state of undress when she had told him over a month ago, had made him take her feelings into consideration. Something that, before, he would have never allowed. Feelings jeopardized missions.
Was he starting to have feelings for her? And when this question had popped into his mind, he had snapped and went beyond anything possible to prevent her from moving out, doing things he now felt very much ashamed of. He couldn?t care for her, yet the moment he felt he was getting soft on her, he had doubled his efforts.
So yes, it was also a matter of pride. Reason number two of why he had denied her request.
Yet, because ?of- that second reason, he had tried to come up with ways of pleasing her, definitely not one to hold up an argument with her for too long. She was tenacious; he had to give her that. He had tried to make it look like she was actually getting her way, talking to the realtors and going through the different properties in their listings, jutting down addresses so he could go, and survey the property before giving the go. Of course, the ?survey? also included some tricks and bonuses courtesy of Duo Maxwell.
But the thrilled look on her face when she had entered <i>Le Songerie</i>, that pleased smile she had after she left, even though he hadn?t <i>really</i> been there because of Milliardo?s unexpected visit, had struck something in him. And anyway, it wasn?t like he could?ve done something about that apartment, since Lady Une had called him in. The timing had been awfully coincident, in his opinion.
And speaking of the wiseacre Peacecraft weasel, Heero thought that his sudden interest in renewing a relationship with Relena, after decades of absence was a little too farfetched and, again, coincident. Now that Noin had spoken to Milliardo on his behalf, to try to get rid of his annoying presence looming over Relena, he suddenly wanted to become the perfect, caring, comforting brother he wasn?t for the first twenty-two years of her life?
It was more than obvious that since Lucrezia had asked him to stop intervening he had to come up with a different way to ?intervene-! And what better way than to go to the core of the whole issue: Relena.
Milliardo had spent his entire life eschewing any sort of relationship with his sister; during the war, he had pretended that being away from her, that by keeping his distance he would keep her safe, and yes, Heero could relate with the theory, but it has been almost a decade that the war died down, and he, Milliardo, never, ever approached her.
Heero glanced around the lavishly decorated space; the blue and gold brocade curtains hung in luscious folds of silk over dark oak French windows. The living room was of moderate size, the pearl white walls devoid of any embellishment; a long dark blue couch made of Persian silk, with a matching love seat, their small squared cushions also dark blue, embroidered in gold trimming.
The windows opened to a large terrace of smooth red brick flooring, a heavy set of iron table and chairs at the corner, while small dim lampposts stood at the two outer corners of the railing.
Why was he there, anyway?
He had planned on carrying on his previous mission, which in his opinion had been going accordingly to plan, and would have been a success had the Old One not barged in at the most crucial moment and ruined everything. He had even considered seducing Relena, anything that would make the way to his goal easier. And yet, he felt like backing out, now that he was here. Walking through the halls of her house, seeing every little thing she had spent time on picking out so it could proudly claim a spot in the dozens of niches throughout her apartment; the furniture she had probably envisioned she would buy when she finally moved on her own. The colors and textures, the ornaments and other embellishments throughout the place- everything spoke of her. Everything was carefully thought out, and strategically placed, an honest demonstration of her real self. Something Heero didn?t want to taint.
This apartment reflected everything that was Relena, every single dream she had, every single thought that crossed her mind. The rugs, and paintings, the portraits of family members and friends, her degrees and diplomas hanging on the walls of her studio, the several books and encyclopedias that still lined the floors, with other psychological, spiritual, and romantic novels of famous authors. Novels that she had probably read a hundred times from the crinkled, withered edges of the covers and pages?
This was her space. This was her own. He couldn?t invade it. Heero sighed as he retreated, and came back to stand in her living room. He cast his eyes around the room, as if memorizing its details, before he made his way to the kitchen where he found Duo going through the items in the fridge, this time, a strawberry pop tart between his teeth as both his hands were moving things aside wanting to reach for a box of Swiss chocolates hidden in the far back.
<i>Apparently, she likes sweets</i>, Heero thought as he dragged Duo to the front door and clicked the lock back in place as he left, the large, black bag with his clothes and other belongings clinging from his almost limp hand.
* * * *
The meeting had dragged on for almost three hours, the creation of a dependent nation on the still settling atmosphere of Mars, light years away from actual progress. Several ideas were thrown back and forth, the long burgundy oak table cluttered with books, papers, reports, and other items as the delegates tried to think up a formal plan to propose to the President of the Earth Sphere United Nations. Quite a few had sighed in resignation, giving up any hope that they might come to an agreement, and simply left, leaving their secretaries on their seats against the walls, while still taking notes furiously of whatever thing they deemed important or remotely interesting.
Relena sighed as she rested her chin against her palm. Her eyes going from one Minister to another.
??understand! You?re telling me that every single coin used in that project has gone to waste? How can that be possible? Don?t they keep track of every expense??
A plump, red-faced man around his fifties stood up, indignation clear in his voice. ?Excuse me, Minister Mercier! The Treasury of this nation is well aware of every single movement any of you make. Believe me when I say that there is a record of all those accounts! Every single Ministry has a budget assigned per year. In fact, it?s funny you mention it, because your administration is probably the least organized of all! You?re way over your budget, and I don?t see anyone complaining!?
Minister Mercier recoiled as if he had been physically struck. ?What are you hinting at!?? The outrage in his voice made it tremble, the two men now facing each other.
Conversation completely stopped when a third person stood up, his blonde hair, and neat appearance a welcome in a room filled mostly with old, fat, decrepit men.
?That is enough!? Quatre Winner, CEO of Winner Industries stood tall and young, his blue eyes shining brightly. ?I?m tired of hearing you all yap like a bunch of yokels! Please, gentlemen, be a little more respectful to the several ladies in your presence!? He sighed, and sat back down, running a hand over his tired face. ?We?re not getting anywhere arguing this way. Maybe we should just adjourn this meeting??? He trailed off, as his eyes settled on Relena.
Relena smiled, relieved as she saw all the men nod in approval. ?Perhaps next time we meet we should each come with a proposal. It could save us some time.? <i>And patience,</i> she thought.
The word ?euthanasia? had been running nonstop through her mind during the last couple of minutes before the meeting was thankfully adjourned. It had been pure torture, especially when the only settlement they had, was to meet for a second round.
She sighed, but then smiled when she saw Quatre walking towards her. Just the sight of him made her smile; the brightness of his eyes, the gentleness of his smile. Everything about him was calming. It had been a long time that they had last seen each other and Relena being as busy as she had been lately, had completely forgotten about this meeting, and that he was going to be attending, too.
They talked for awhile as the rest of the attendees filed out of the room, their secretaries in tow. Quatre shook hands with Trowa as he came to stand behind Relena, before he suggested going to a small restaurant nearby for a late lunch, if she was not already busy.
Trowa was silent beside her, even more so than he usually was. Perhaps he had something in mind? Or maybe he was just glad to see another comrade after so long?
It was a surprise, though, that when they were about to climb into the limousine, Trowa decided he would stay, stating he had a pressing matter to attend, before he apologized and then left.
Trowa waited for the limousine to pull away, and when he was sure Relena and Quatre were already riding down the street, he pulled out his cell-phone, pressing redial as he waited for the other person to pick up. After a couple of rings, Heero Yuy?s voice came on, deep and low, the noise in the background preventing much understanding.
?Where are you?? Trowa asked, trying to keep his voice low, but at the same time wanting to raise it so Heero could hear.
?I?m following her.? There was a pause, and a blaring of honks could be heard, before he spoke again. ?What the hell is Winner doing with her??
Trowa sighed. ?Heero, do you really think it?s worth it? I don?t understand what you?re doing. What do you want??
There was only silence from the other end; everything seemed to be quieting down, as if Heero had stopped the car. ?I don?t know. It?s all confusing. I have to go.? Another pause, and then he spoke again, the tone in his voice amusing Trowa to no end. ?Thanks, man.?
?No problem.?
Heero was definitely spending too much time with Duo Maxwell.
* * * *
Had he been wrong? Perhaps everything had been a mental waste. He couldn?t have thought she had deep feelings for him when she was here, laughing and touching Quatre Winner?s shoulder, sipping red wine, and talking in low tones with the blonde corporate. Heero had never thought much about Relena?s relationship with Quatre Winner. Yes, he knew they often spoke, and seldom met, so whenever Quatre came to Earth, or Relena visited L4, they?d spend most of their time together. Seeing them together was definitely not something new, or something that should be surprising.
Yet, there was something truly annoying, Heero thought, in the familiarity those two had, the almost intimate way they talked and touched. Perhaps not sexually intimate, but the comfortableness they had around each other. Something he didn?t and had never experienced with Relena. Maybe he was a little too uptight. Heero hated how easily Quatre made her laugh, or how he seemed to read her mind, finishing her sentences, and laughed with her when they agreed on something? because they had too many things in common.
His blood boiled when Relena said something that made Quatre tilt his head back in laughter before he leaned over, took her hand, and kissed the back of it gently. To any other eye, they looked like the perfect couple, happy and in love. Other eyes, including Heero?s. He had never thought much of all this. They were just friends, and really, it meant nothing to him. Right? Why, now after so long, the thought of those two together, laughing and smiling, made him tremble with anger and??
Jealousy?
Oh, boy?
* * * *
Heero found himself, for the second time in a day, in front of Relena Peacecraft?s apartment building. The streets were busy, the sidewalks bustling with activity as people rushed back to their jobs after lunch break. Heero turned around, his eyes going from the hot-dog cart, to the horizon just where the four-lane street disappeared into more buildings, to land on the treetops of the park right in front of Relena?s apartment windows.
He didn?t like how the trees seemed to be parallel to her rooms; any sniper could climb them and have a straight, unobstructed aim at her. He also didn?t like the busy streets; anyone could slip into the building, unseen from all the chaos during rush-hour. It would be so easy to go pass the sixty year-old concierge, and into the elevators.
?Was he getting a little too paranoid?
* * * *
Relena smiled, waving as the limousine finally disappeared around the corner. Lunch with Quatre Raberba Winner always proved to be delightful and eye-opening. Who knew the peaceful CEO had such evil ideas running through his head? Their conversation was something Relena had secretly been missing, his words, although soft and respectful, had filled her with such thoughts and ideas, that she couldn?t help covering her mouth to keep her excited giggles contained.
She had told Quatre everything that had happened in the last couple of weeks, starting with her discussion with Heero that day at the boutique. Quatre had found everything very amusing, especially because he thought it was all pretty obvious, at least to him, that Heero had somehow sabotaged the apartments she had been to.
And the plan he?d proposed rang clearly through Relena?s head. Who knew all she needed was an accomplice? Who knew it would be so simple?
Relena smiled at the concierge, her plan going over and over in her head all the way to her floor, and when she reached her apartment, she couldn?t hold in her giggles anymore.
Tbc?
This is only half the chapter, reason why nothing really important happened... Kind of dull, huh? Stay tuned!!
