The Dove
Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2004 7:56 am
‘ Thinking ’
“ Speaking ”
// Song lyrics //
Flash backs or dream sequences
(Interruptions)
*** = Different scene
Description: a look on thoughts about RP. I originally thought it best to have the other character’s thoughts about Relena in here too, but…I think I can say that it stands pretty good by itself. If any request other chapters to join it, then I might add onto it.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing. I do however own the story line and plot.
The Dove
By: Egg Drop Soup
Heero’s thoughts…
Pure…
White…
She is a beacon of hope to all whom seek it.
That is my Relena.
She is that beacon, the one that the world looks to. All who see her take comfort in the fact that she watches over them…Heh…sometimes I think that the world would be upside down if she didn’t give them reason to have so much confidence in her… Correction… it would go upside down if they didn’t have so much confidence in her.
But is the Dove, herself, happy?
She hides herself behind the same fa?ade that I do. She would give all herself just so that others would be happy.
And they are happy…
But I have never truly seen Relena happy. Only on few occasions…when she knows that they are, the people she strives and sacrifices for, that’s what gives her the strength and will to continue.
Other times, hidden behind the quiet solitude of her room, muffled cries escape from the lips against the pillow she holds close to her.
She is constantly striving to make people change for the better.
And she always succeeds in that duty.
I have noticed over the years, that she has greatly matured. But deep within the body, mind, and soul of that grown woman are doubts. And she still contemplates every decision, every detail of her life, as if it were precious.
And it is precious.
She is precious.
To me.
I have realized that too. Is it so odd for me to mature a little in my own way?
The battles and long years of war have not dulled me.
I have always felt the need to protect her. Of course, our first meeting didn’t seem that way.
I recall the day she and I first established our protector-protectee relationship. It was the day of the big annual school dance.
I was packing, gathering my few possessions for my next mission. I had already deleted any trace of my existence at the school…except for that in one person, Relena…
She had startled me, upon entering my room. I hadn’t had expected her to be so bold. But...I have learned from our few fleeting moments together, that Relena will surely find ways to keep surprising you.
“Are you going to fight again, Heero?”
Her words echoed the stillness of the room. I inwardly cringed. Couldn’t she just be like any other normal girl and run away to another school and hide? No, she had to be the stubbornly intrigued kind.
I recall my raised gun, pointing it upward, taking aim at her temple. She only smiled and it mocked me in a way that Dorothy, had she been present, would have done back flips, out of pride, at the cunningness of the future vice foreign minister.
She stared at me, with those wide, warm, aquamarine orbs. Those eyes, they always seemed to stare right through me, and I would always be afraid, afraid she would reveal secrets and open doors that have been purposely locked.
I shook of this uneasy feeling. It wasn’t time to think about such things. What mattered was that she knew. She knew I was a pilot. What I was and more importantly WHO I was.
Still, even with the gun pointed at her, her gaze never faltered. She still held me, with those eyes. The blue and green were a stormy sea, framed by long lashes.
She took a bow; how she found the strength to do that...I’ll never know.
My eyes bore into her full pink lips, and how the words rolled off her tongue with such elegant ease. She asked me to join her in a dance.
I was in shock. An enemy was supposed to beg, plead, or turn tail and run…so…why did she…why did she behave in such a manner?
I found myself dancing, holding her in my arms, as we strode across the dance floor. The light seemed to radiate from those eyes, the ones that still to this day capture my own.
Even in her school uniform amidst the extravagant gowns and dresses, she was most beautiful of all. She had no need for fancy clothes, make up, or even accessories to look the part of an angel.
All that was needed was her warm radiant smile.
The mobile suits interrupted the brief moment that we had, had together. I ran to my Gundam; thinking that they were after me, imagine my surprise when upon hearing they were actually after Relena.
The memories of that incident are fuzzy and fast and I remember the buildings of the south end of the school starting to crumble and the scream let out by the girl, who closed her aquamarine orbs from view, her hands over her head, trying to shield herself from the flying debris that rapidly came towards her.
I had no idea what possessed me to reach out and help her with the shield of my Gundam. She stayed there under the protection of the Gundam’s arm and shield.
She was knocked off her feet, from the gust of air my Gundam had made and still, there she remained, in a sitting position, trying to collect her thoughts of what had just happened, her golden hair whipped around her, in the uneasy wind.
And I, in my Gundam was doing the same. Thoughts spun around in my head, rambling on and on. Why had I saved her? Wasn’t she just another enemy? I should’ve eliminated her! But I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I turned on the other mobile suits, which stupidly tried to attack me.
Fools…they should have ran while they could.
I, myself, ran away that night. Away from her. What had happened then left me confused and distracted, and I couldn’t have such feelings raging inside me with my missions as hard and mind boggling as they were.
Still she perused me, and I always found a kind of reluctance to run from her. But I had too.
To protect her.
In those momentous reunions we spoke very little, and the more opportunities I had to actually kill her, the more I found myself unwilling to pull the trigger.
What was more amusing was the fact that she kept telling me to kill her. Those words made me stagger in my step, and no matter how far across the globe or how close, my reactions to those words were the same: my heart skipped a beat and I would gasp for air in heavy shallow breaths.
I reasonably changed the path of my overall mission. And that was to keep her safe.
She was the only weakness of mine. I couldn’t have her die. Especially when I couldn’t kill her. No, no one would kill someone I couldn’t kill myself…still I kept being reminded by this fact. And over the years it became quite a hard task in keeping her alive.
Relena had of course, with her high position and reputation in both colonies and earth, made many enemies over the years. They wanted power to begin their own selfish monarchy.
But Relena wouldn’t have that. No. She wouldn’t allow it, not if she had any breath left in her.
She was always running into dangerous situations and I was always saving her. But in a way she actually saved me. Relena isn’t just the protectee, more likely she is the protector.
She was the only one to ever care for me, unconditionally. Never once has she rebuffed me or denied me.
She returned an ounce of my humanity to me, allowing me to express things that I have wished to for so long.
And for that I am grateful to that Dove of Peace…the one that I now share my home and life with. The one, whose face I continue to wake up to every morning.
I know that it won’t be long till once again she’ll act upon her stubborn streak and get captured by some other organization with its same threats and motives, and I’ll once again have to save her.
But no matter how many times I save her, it won’t ever repay the debt I owe. Humanity is a high price, one that you can never stop paying, and Relena just so happens to be the one person who cannot be bought…
**Things Never Truly End**
AN: So? You likey??? All compliments and complaints can be sent to my email address. So please read and review. Its not hard, all it takes is a simple click and send. Along with the many I like it or don’t like it comments…either way we all win! Just remember I bruise easily!
I just got a request the other day to write more funnny stuff like Quatre and his luck with bunnies. Its amazing of all the ideas I get when people reviewed! I have already started writing the first two chapters, one is about clover trompsing rabbits, the next is about the Easter Bunny! I hope I get a lot of reviews telling me to post them. I only have 1 chapter to go in the story. So look for it: When bunnies attack!
My muse is speaking with me again, everything is right with the world!
Love,
Egg Drop Soup
“ Speaking ”
// Song lyrics //
Flash backs or dream sequences
(Interruptions)
*** = Different scene
Description: a look on thoughts about RP. I originally thought it best to have the other character’s thoughts about Relena in here too, but…I think I can say that it stands pretty good by itself. If any request other chapters to join it, then I might add onto it.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing. I do however own the story line and plot.
The Dove
By: Egg Drop Soup
Heero’s thoughts…
Pure…
White…
She is a beacon of hope to all whom seek it.
That is my Relena.
She is that beacon, the one that the world looks to. All who see her take comfort in the fact that she watches over them…Heh…sometimes I think that the world would be upside down if she didn’t give them reason to have so much confidence in her… Correction… it would go upside down if they didn’t have so much confidence in her.
But is the Dove, herself, happy?
She hides herself behind the same fa?ade that I do. She would give all herself just so that others would be happy.
And they are happy…
But I have never truly seen Relena happy. Only on few occasions…when she knows that they are, the people she strives and sacrifices for, that’s what gives her the strength and will to continue.
Other times, hidden behind the quiet solitude of her room, muffled cries escape from the lips against the pillow she holds close to her.
She is constantly striving to make people change for the better.
And she always succeeds in that duty.
I have noticed over the years, that she has greatly matured. But deep within the body, mind, and soul of that grown woman are doubts. And she still contemplates every decision, every detail of her life, as if it were precious.
And it is precious.
She is precious.
To me.
I have realized that too. Is it so odd for me to mature a little in my own way?
The battles and long years of war have not dulled me.
I have always felt the need to protect her. Of course, our first meeting didn’t seem that way.
I recall the day she and I first established our protector-protectee relationship. It was the day of the big annual school dance.
I was packing, gathering my few possessions for my next mission. I had already deleted any trace of my existence at the school…except for that in one person, Relena…
She had startled me, upon entering my room. I hadn’t had expected her to be so bold. But...I have learned from our few fleeting moments together, that Relena will surely find ways to keep surprising you.
“Are you going to fight again, Heero?”
Her words echoed the stillness of the room. I inwardly cringed. Couldn’t she just be like any other normal girl and run away to another school and hide? No, she had to be the stubbornly intrigued kind.
I recall my raised gun, pointing it upward, taking aim at her temple. She only smiled and it mocked me in a way that Dorothy, had she been present, would have done back flips, out of pride, at the cunningness of the future vice foreign minister.
She stared at me, with those wide, warm, aquamarine orbs. Those eyes, they always seemed to stare right through me, and I would always be afraid, afraid she would reveal secrets and open doors that have been purposely locked.
I shook of this uneasy feeling. It wasn’t time to think about such things. What mattered was that she knew. She knew I was a pilot. What I was and more importantly WHO I was.
Still, even with the gun pointed at her, her gaze never faltered. She still held me, with those eyes. The blue and green were a stormy sea, framed by long lashes.
She took a bow; how she found the strength to do that...I’ll never know.
My eyes bore into her full pink lips, and how the words rolled off her tongue with such elegant ease. She asked me to join her in a dance.
I was in shock. An enemy was supposed to beg, plead, or turn tail and run…so…why did she…why did she behave in such a manner?
I found myself dancing, holding her in my arms, as we strode across the dance floor. The light seemed to radiate from those eyes, the ones that still to this day capture my own.
Even in her school uniform amidst the extravagant gowns and dresses, she was most beautiful of all. She had no need for fancy clothes, make up, or even accessories to look the part of an angel.
All that was needed was her warm radiant smile.
The mobile suits interrupted the brief moment that we had, had together. I ran to my Gundam; thinking that they were after me, imagine my surprise when upon hearing they were actually after Relena.
The memories of that incident are fuzzy and fast and I remember the buildings of the south end of the school starting to crumble and the scream let out by the girl, who closed her aquamarine orbs from view, her hands over her head, trying to shield herself from the flying debris that rapidly came towards her.
I had no idea what possessed me to reach out and help her with the shield of my Gundam. She stayed there under the protection of the Gundam’s arm and shield.
She was knocked off her feet, from the gust of air my Gundam had made and still, there she remained, in a sitting position, trying to collect her thoughts of what had just happened, her golden hair whipped around her, in the uneasy wind.
And I, in my Gundam was doing the same. Thoughts spun around in my head, rambling on and on. Why had I saved her? Wasn’t she just another enemy? I should’ve eliminated her! But I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I turned on the other mobile suits, which stupidly tried to attack me.
Fools…they should have ran while they could.
I, myself, ran away that night. Away from her. What had happened then left me confused and distracted, and I couldn’t have such feelings raging inside me with my missions as hard and mind boggling as they were.
Still she perused me, and I always found a kind of reluctance to run from her. But I had too.
To protect her.
In those momentous reunions we spoke very little, and the more opportunities I had to actually kill her, the more I found myself unwilling to pull the trigger.
What was more amusing was the fact that she kept telling me to kill her. Those words made me stagger in my step, and no matter how far across the globe or how close, my reactions to those words were the same: my heart skipped a beat and I would gasp for air in heavy shallow breaths.
I reasonably changed the path of my overall mission. And that was to keep her safe.
She was the only weakness of mine. I couldn’t have her die. Especially when I couldn’t kill her. No, no one would kill someone I couldn’t kill myself…still I kept being reminded by this fact. And over the years it became quite a hard task in keeping her alive.
Relena had of course, with her high position and reputation in both colonies and earth, made many enemies over the years. They wanted power to begin their own selfish monarchy.
But Relena wouldn’t have that. No. She wouldn’t allow it, not if she had any breath left in her.
She was always running into dangerous situations and I was always saving her. But in a way she actually saved me. Relena isn’t just the protectee, more likely she is the protector.
She was the only one to ever care for me, unconditionally. Never once has she rebuffed me or denied me.
She returned an ounce of my humanity to me, allowing me to express things that I have wished to for so long.
And for that I am grateful to that Dove of Peace…the one that I now share my home and life with. The one, whose face I continue to wake up to every morning.
I know that it won’t be long till once again she’ll act upon her stubborn streak and get captured by some other organization with its same threats and motives, and I’ll once again have to save her.
But no matter how many times I save her, it won’t ever repay the debt I owe. Humanity is a high price, one that you can never stop paying, and Relena just so happens to be the one person who cannot be bought…
**Things Never Truly End**
AN: So? You likey??? All compliments and complaints can be sent to my email address. So please read and review. Its not hard, all it takes is a simple click and send. Along with the many I like it or don’t like it comments…either way we all win! Just remember I bruise easily!
I just got a request the other day to write more funnny stuff like Quatre and his luck with bunnies. Its amazing of all the ideas I get when people reviewed! I have already started writing the first two chapters, one is about clover trompsing rabbits, the next is about the Easter Bunny! I hope I get a lot of reviews telling me to post them. I only have 1 chapter to go in the story. So look for it: When bunnies attack!
My muse is speaking with me again, everything is right with the world!
Love,
Egg Drop Soup
