Fallen Angels Chapter 2
Posted: Tue Sep 14, 2004 2:47 pm
‘ Thinking ’
“ Speaking ”
// Song lyrics //
Flash backs or dream sequences
(Interruptions)
***= Different scene
Description: a QWxRP fic
Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing. I do however own this story line. My friend Jamie told me to put in a little moment between Quatre and Dorothy. It seemed fitting so I did it, so she technically gave me the idea for that part…even though I wrote it and worded it so brilliantly (I’m forced to give credit where credit is due…I’m afraid that God will make me burn in hell if I don’t. LOL. I hate my guilty conscious! I just can’t ever lie! )…But the rest of the ideas in the story are mine! MINE! MINE! MINE!
Fallen Angels
By: Egg Drop Soup
Chapter 2….
The two days of Relena’s stay at the Winner Manor were over and she returned once again to her meetings and endless paperwork.
“What’s this notice?” Relena asked as she glanced at the date. “There’s nothing but the date on here. And I don’t even know what it’s for.”
“Oh, Miss Relena, I’m sorry.” Her secretary exclaimed out of shock at having forgotten to tell her employer the reason for the dated card. “That’s the new date of the meeting in St. Petersburg.”
“You mean its tomorrow?” Relena’s eyes opened with shock.
“Yes, they just rescheduled it today.” The secretary piped in small voice.
“Why tomorrow?” Relena asked as she looked at the date.
“Both diplomats had some unfortunate business on those days and they decided to both reschedule it. I’m sorry Miss Relena, I know its on short notice, and that you’ve been planning on having that day off for a year now, I really wish that you didn’t have so much pressure on you lately.”
“No, no, its fine.” Relena said as she rubbed the bridge of her nose with her delicate fingers. ‘My head feels like its being split with an axe.’
***
Quatre awoke in the late mid afternoon. Dorothy’s hair fanned out around him. He looked at her, and tucked the covers over her revealed naked body. ‘How long will we have to do this?’ he sighed as he kissed her forehead and began to put back on his clothes.
Both he and Dorothy used their nights of passion to escape the nightmares of unrequited love. It had been the same for many nights now, and it began to suddenly increase since the day he helped Relena when her car broke down. It was supposed to be a way of escaping for both Quatre and Dorothy.
They took comfort in each other’s arms from the past broken relationships. Quatre had dated many times, and thus did Dorothy. But neither could find solitude within any people they saw. And it was the same way for two of them. Quatre would leave Dorothy’s house every morning with an empty feeling, deeper than the one he came over there with, the night before.
Both knew that running away was not how to face their fears. And what was even more painful was the fact that their ‘making love’ was a sham. They cared for each other, yes, but not to the point of endless love. What they had was a friendly love, one that would always remain to them as just friends.
Dorothy sat up, bringing the covers around her. Yes, she felt the same emptiness that he felt. She watched him go, without saying a word and closed her eyes so that she could see the darkness to which she felt she was being sucked into. ‘When can we stop this pain that we both feel?’
***
Relena stepped out of the pink limo and ran a hand through her hair absentmindedly. “It’s going to be a long flight….” She mumbled irritatingly. Relena gathered her papers and the little things she had brought with her. She caught some of the locks that billowed restlessly, in hopes to tame the honey blonde hair that flew wild and free.
“Miss Relena…” Pagan began hesitantly, trying not to be a nuisance. “Should I load your baggage onto the jet?”
“Yes, Pagan, go right ahead and hand the bags to Mr. Dennis, he’ll load it for you.” Relena smiled at her faithful butler. He was always trying to help, even when his old age was causing him problems, he ignored them, and looked out for her benefit.
Even when she tried to restrain the honey blonde from whisking around her, invisible hands of air only increased their taunting. Ever so lightly, playing with the ends. It was a nice day; the thought of having to stay on a flight, hidden from the sun’s bright rays bothered her. She wished nothing more than to throw off her heels and run barefoot in the grass of her grounds and gardens. To be able to trade
She spent the next five minutes pondering on why life had thrown her a meeting on her day off.
“Relena!” Quatre’s voice startled her from her debonair. She turned toward the direction from whence his voice had come. His blonde hair was rustled by the wind as he was jogged toward her. Carrying with him a suitcase and briefcase, each being held in one of his hands. “I’m glad I caught up with you.” He gasped for air, slouching a bit while standing next to her.
“I thought you were flying with Mr. Stern, from Colony L5.” Relena giggled at his attempt to catch his breath.
“I was, but, I thought it’d be much more fun to fly with you.” Quatre said as he handed his bags to one of the jet crewmembers, which had offered to store it for him.
Relena smiled and took his hand in her own. “Well, I am very happy you decided to come with me.”
He looked at her. The wind tossed her hair in its grasp, tempting him to play with the gentle tresses. Her face was beaming, and her gentle hands delicately tugged on his, and he followed her up the steps that led to her private jet.
Of all the private jets he had seen, including his own, hers was of great taste. One section of the jet resembled a normal plane, with its rows of 26 seats. The jet also contained a meeting room, which she only went in it when she had fellow delegates traveling with her, for personal friends and family, or just herself, she had a private wing that resembled more of a laid back appeal.
It covered all the comforts that one should desire in order to feel comfortable, there were three couches, a big screen TV, videos, a fridge for drinks, and a pantry that held all of Relena’s favorite foods. Relena had insisted that her private wing would be comfortable, and it was. Quatre had often recalled Relena saying that if she didn’t have anything to help her to relax, she would be more annoyed and bothered than she usually was.
Relena made her way to one of the many rows of seats. She, deciding on the one that faced the window, settled her items around her, in an orderly fashion, so as to have them handy when she had to land. Relena settled in the seat, and buckled the seatbelt, for safety measure.
Quatre was still getting situated, and like Relena, he put his carry on items around him for easy access. When he was done he glanced down at her, receiving a warm smile, and the gesture of her hand lightly patting the seat next to her. He took the offered seat and buckled his seat belt.
“Miss Relena, we are taking off now.” The pilot said over the intercom. “Please brace yourself and your guest for take off.”
“He makes it sound like it’s unsafe.” Quatre joked lightly and unconsciously tightened the belt around his waist.
Relena laughed. “Its just that with the new technology, we’ve been able to reinforce jets with much more power and speed. The first time I traveled in it, I got a real shocker. But soon after we’re up in the air, he’ll tell us when it’s safe to go and hang out in the wing. Oh…here we go, hold on tight, Quatre,” she winked at him and held onto the armrests of her seat.
The plane began to roll forward on its wheels; the once silent area soon withheld loud rumbles. It was a noisy decent, the two passenger’s felt their ears pop as they gradually got higher and higher, all the while, big gusts of air bumped against the plane, giving them an extremely bumpy ride. Needless to say, they were happy once the ride was, as the pilot called it, ‘nice and smooth’.
Relena was the first one to unbuckle her seatbelt, as she grabbed a jacket from her bag she took off toward the private wing. Quatre followed closely behind. Relena let her political mask fall as she excitedly jumped on the couch. She was messing with something at the foot of the couch, and Quatre could only see her bending over as he entered the room from the door that faced the back of the couch.
Relena turned around to face him upon hearing his footsteps. “Quatre! You’re just in time! I challenge you to a game of…dun…dun…dun…. DUN…Federal racing! I’ll whip the pants off you! Figuratively speaking off course.” She held up two game controllers and patted the seat next to her.
Quatre was more than happy to oblige, ready to relax for the rest of the ride. “I accept!” he let a sly smile. “But remember, I’m the champ when it comes to games!”
Relena laughed, her eyes containing a challenging look. “Maybe, when you played me all those years ago, but…I’ve been brushing up on my skills as well…”
She hastily pushed down the start button and readied herself in a position with all fingers on their respected buttons. Quatre laughed at the seriousness she seemed to have put in every move of the racecar she chose.
Relena may have become a better gamer, but so had Quatre. He easily sped his car past hers, turning down the highway and quickly dodging the rock formation that had been placed in the middle of the two lanes. Relena did the same, and scowled at how easy he made it seem. They were going up a cliff now, it was hard to steer, due to the iced over roads of the game. A sharp turn was coming up and Quatre, once again, easily made it.
However, Relena was not so lucky. Her car slid out of control and ran off the road, a terrible crash and burn, if there ever was one.
Quatre, who had won, looked at her pride evident in his features. Relena glanced at him angrily. “That…that’s not fair! The road…it was slippery…that’s…that’s why you won! The only reason!”
Quatre raised an eyebrow. “Maybe it’s just because I’m better than you are.” This caused the situation to turn from that of two rational adults into that of two children bickering over who was the better player.
Relena gave him a look that clearly told him otherwise. “Play me again. I’m going to beat you this time.” Her eyes filled with irritation as she looked at him, challenging him for another round.
“Bring it on.” Quatre simply said as his gaze returned her own, her eyes staring right into his.
Oh, how he could get lost in those eyes. The depths of aquamarine and ocean blue that they withheld were overwhelming, he felt like they were judging him, seeing all that he was, all the feelings and emotions his eyes had withheld, all the pain, and even the little happiness he had been able to experience in life.
These eyes did something different then what he had expected them too. He expected her to see all the evils he had done, all the lives, all the destruction…and he knew she saw them.
Oh, how he knew.
But the gaze she held never wavered, they didn’t glare in disgust, or rejection, but they softened, her eyelashes lowered to shadow the aquamarine orbs and glazed over into a look of understanding, a look of acceptance.
A mirrored image of his own eyes played in hers and he saw, all the things she had withheld in them for many years. The torments of her youth, the separation of her family, the death of her adoptive father, and the memory of clinging to her adoptive mother’s bosom after all the shock and responsibility that had been put onto her shoulders.
She had seen pain and felt it, just as he had. Relena’s eyes showed him a different aspect of what he thought they were. He thought that they contained only the acceptance and love that she had shown Heero…but now he saw what Heero did in the days of war.
Heero had seen the haunting pain that they hid, the sad beautiful eyes of a damaged woman. And in her brief moments she too had seen the pain he carried. Quatre had never felt such a longing to hold her, to banish her fears and nightmares. All he wanted was to see her happy, free from all the chains that restrained her. He knew that once she was finally free, she would continue to harbor the scars on the wings that granted her flight. He had hoped that she would allow him to be the one to free her.
Quatre couldn’t deny the feelings he felt, the longing, the desire, and the pain of knowing her heart belonged to another. Still, he couldn’t try to ignore the need to protect her.
They remained that way, in their small eternity, harboring each other’s painful past, only to find that nothing lasts forever. “Miss Relena! We are now getting ready for our descent, please take your guest and return to the seats and buckle your safety belts. The air currents are unsteady and it will be a bumpy landing.” The pilot interrupted on the intercom of the jet.
Relena’s eyes lost their glazed timeless look and coming to her senses quickly looked away from Quatre and began to gather her things. She hadn’t known why she had looked at him so deeply, his eyes they reminded her so much of Heero’s.
The mere thought of his name caused her to tremble and suddenly aware that Quatre’s eyes were upon her, she tried to hide the fact that she had ever made the gesture. But Quatre was no fool; he saw the emotion, the hurt, and silently scolded himself for not being of any help.
Relena turned around to face him, sad eyes mirroring her smile. “Lets go take our seats, we can continue the game another time.” She fought hard to conceal the emotion in her voice but it along with her smile, failed. She turned around swiftly to hide her slipping mask from his face and walked out the door in fear of what he might see.
Relena sat in the seat, her belt fastened. ‘What happened just then…’she thought as she let out a heavy sigh.
‘Quatre must think I’m weird now.’ She leaned her head back to rest on the cushion exterior of the seat. ‘Why am I afraid of him all of a sudden? It’s not as if he’ll say anything. Quatre’s never one to try and make others feel uncomfortable. But, I’m still afraid…afraid of what he saw...’
Images flooded in front of her, the pain, the years of heavy burdens and responsibilities piled on her shoulders, the scars that hadn’t fully healed. He had seen all of it.
All of it…
She felt far more afraid now than she had before. He had seen her, the ugly, beautiful self that laid dormant behind her political mask. No one had ever seen that vulnerable side of herself except…
‘Heero…’ He was the one, the one to accept the troubled girl and her nightmares just as she had had accepted the troubled boy. And Quatre’s eyes had asked her the same questions. They sought nothing but acceptance, which of course she freely gave. But she had not known his eyes would search hers so deep as to see the acceptance she, herself, wished for. And what made her afraid was that she didn’t hold his gaze long enough to see his answer.
Quatre chose this time to walk in. he shuffled his papers in silence and smiled toward her when upon taking his seat.
‘He’s trying to be nice.’ Relena thought as she held onto the armrests of her chair, preparing herself for the landing.
The pilot had not been lying when he said that it would be a bumpy ride. The wings were handled by the air currents roughly as they began their descent. To Relena, the jet seemed more like a roller coaster, with all its turns and sudden jerks. The complete stop of the jet was well welcomed as the two passengers gathered their things.
Quatre let out a laugh as he took Relena’s hand and helped her down the stairs. “He wasn’t kidding about it being bumpy, was he?”
“Quatre…” Relena looked at him confused. She had half-expected him to ignore her.
She cast down her eyes and Quatre lifted up her chin so as to face him and look at him directly. His eyes mirrored her questions…but this time there was an answer.
‘I accept you.’
Quatre lowered his head to hers and lightly brushed his lips against her cheek. She recoiled at the tenderness of his lips, but stood her ground when he brushed the palm of his hand against the tingly flesh from which his lips had touched. “I will always care for you, Relena. The feelings I have for you haven’t changed…I still love you…”
AN: So??? Tell me whatcha think! Please Read and Review, thank ya’s to those who reviewed for the last chapter. Me’s really appreciates it. As you can see, my muse is talking to me again. So on with the next chapter!
Love,
Egg Drop Soup
“ Speaking ”
// Song lyrics //
Flash backs or dream sequences
(Interruptions)
***= Different scene
Description: a QWxRP fic
Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing. I do however own this story line. My friend Jamie told me to put in a little moment between Quatre and Dorothy. It seemed fitting so I did it, so she technically gave me the idea for that part…even though I wrote it and worded it so brilliantly (I’m forced to give credit where credit is due…I’m afraid that God will make me burn in hell if I don’t. LOL. I hate my guilty conscious! I just can’t ever lie! )…But the rest of the ideas in the story are mine! MINE! MINE! MINE!
Fallen Angels
By: Egg Drop Soup
Chapter 2….
The two days of Relena’s stay at the Winner Manor were over and she returned once again to her meetings and endless paperwork.
“What’s this notice?” Relena asked as she glanced at the date. “There’s nothing but the date on here. And I don’t even know what it’s for.”
“Oh, Miss Relena, I’m sorry.” Her secretary exclaimed out of shock at having forgotten to tell her employer the reason for the dated card. “That’s the new date of the meeting in St. Petersburg.”
“You mean its tomorrow?” Relena’s eyes opened with shock.
“Yes, they just rescheduled it today.” The secretary piped in small voice.
“Why tomorrow?” Relena asked as she looked at the date.
“Both diplomats had some unfortunate business on those days and they decided to both reschedule it. I’m sorry Miss Relena, I know its on short notice, and that you’ve been planning on having that day off for a year now, I really wish that you didn’t have so much pressure on you lately.”
“No, no, its fine.” Relena said as she rubbed the bridge of her nose with her delicate fingers. ‘My head feels like its being split with an axe.’
***
Quatre awoke in the late mid afternoon. Dorothy’s hair fanned out around him. He looked at her, and tucked the covers over her revealed naked body. ‘How long will we have to do this?’ he sighed as he kissed her forehead and began to put back on his clothes.
Both he and Dorothy used their nights of passion to escape the nightmares of unrequited love. It had been the same for many nights now, and it began to suddenly increase since the day he helped Relena when her car broke down. It was supposed to be a way of escaping for both Quatre and Dorothy.
They took comfort in each other’s arms from the past broken relationships. Quatre had dated many times, and thus did Dorothy. But neither could find solitude within any people they saw. And it was the same way for two of them. Quatre would leave Dorothy’s house every morning with an empty feeling, deeper than the one he came over there with, the night before.
Both knew that running away was not how to face their fears. And what was even more painful was the fact that their ‘making love’ was a sham. They cared for each other, yes, but not to the point of endless love. What they had was a friendly love, one that would always remain to them as just friends.
Dorothy sat up, bringing the covers around her. Yes, she felt the same emptiness that he felt. She watched him go, without saying a word and closed her eyes so that she could see the darkness to which she felt she was being sucked into. ‘When can we stop this pain that we both feel?’
***
Relena stepped out of the pink limo and ran a hand through her hair absentmindedly. “It’s going to be a long flight….” She mumbled irritatingly. Relena gathered her papers and the little things she had brought with her. She caught some of the locks that billowed restlessly, in hopes to tame the honey blonde hair that flew wild and free.
“Miss Relena…” Pagan began hesitantly, trying not to be a nuisance. “Should I load your baggage onto the jet?”
“Yes, Pagan, go right ahead and hand the bags to Mr. Dennis, he’ll load it for you.” Relena smiled at her faithful butler. He was always trying to help, even when his old age was causing him problems, he ignored them, and looked out for her benefit.
Even when she tried to restrain the honey blonde from whisking around her, invisible hands of air only increased their taunting. Ever so lightly, playing with the ends. It was a nice day; the thought of having to stay on a flight, hidden from the sun’s bright rays bothered her. She wished nothing more than to throw off her heels and run barefoot in the grass of her grounds and gardens. To be able to trade
She spent the next five minutes pondering on why life had thrown her a meeting on her day off.
“Relena!” Quatre’s voice startled her from her debonair. She turned toward the direction from whence his voice had come. His blonde hair was rustled by the wind as he was jogged toward her. Carrying with him a suitcase and briefcase, each being held in one of his hands. “I’m glad I caught up with you.” He gasped for air, slouching a bit while standing next to her.
“I thought you were flying with Mr. Stern, from Colony L5.” Relena giggled at his attempt to catch his breath.
“I was, but, I thought it’d be much more fun to fly with you.” Quatre said as he handed his bags to one of the jet crewmembers, which had offered to store it for him.
Relena smiled and took his hand in her own. “Well, I am very happy you decided to come with me.”
He looked at her. The wind tossed her hair in its grasp, tempting him to play with the gentle tresses. Her face was beaming, and her gentle hands delicately tugged on his, and he followed her up the steps that led to her private jet.
Of all the private jets he had seen, including his own, hers was of great taste. One section of the jet resembled a normal plane, with its rows of 26 seats. The jet also contained a meeting room, which she only went in it when she had fellow delegates traveling with her, for personal friends and family, or just herself, she had a private wing that resembled more of a laid back appeal.
It covered all the comforts that one should desire in order to feel comfortable, there were three couches, a big screen TV, videos, a fridge for drinks, and a pantry that held all of Relena’s favorite foods. Relena had insisted that her private wing would be comfortable, and it was. Quatre had often recalled Relena saying that if she didn’t have anything to help her to relax, she would be more annoyed and bothered than she usually was.
Relena made her way to one of the many rows of seats. She, deciding on the one that faced the window, settled her items around her, in an orderly fashion, so as to have them handy when she had to land. Relena settled in the seat, and buckled the seatbelt, for safety measure.
Quatre was still getting situated, and like Relena, he put his carry on items around him for easy access. When he was done he glanced down at her, receiving a warm smile, and the gesture of her hand lightly patting the seat next to her. He took the offered seat and buckled his seat belt.
“Miss Relena, we are taking off now.” The pilot said over the intercom. “Please brace yourself and your guest for take off.”
“He makes it sound like it’s unsafe.” Quatre joked lightly and unconsciously tightened the belt around his waist.
Relena laughed. “Its just that with the new technology, we’ve been able to reinforce jets with much more power and speed. The first time I traveled in it, I got a real shocker. But soon after we’re up in the air, he’ll tell us when it’s safe to go and hang out in the wing. Oh…here we go, hold on tight, Quatre,” she winked at him and held onto the armrests of her seat.
The plane began to roll forward on its wheels; the once silent area soon withheld loud rumbles. It was a noisy decent, the two passenger’s felt their ears pop as they gradually got higher and higher, all the while, big gusts of air bumped against the plane, giving them an extremely bumpy ride. Needless to say, they were happy once the ride was, as the pilot called it, ‘nice and smooth’.
Relena was the first one to unbuckle her seatbelt, as she grabbed a jacket from her bag she took off toward the private wing. Quatre followed closely behind. Relena let her political mask fall as she excitedly jumped on the couch. She was messing with something at the foot of the couch, and Quatre could only see her bending over as he entered the room from the door that faced the back of the couch.
Relena turned around to face him upon hearing his footsteps. “Quatre! You’re just in time! I challenge you to a game of…dun…dun…dun…. DUN…Federal racing! I’ll whip the pants off you! Figuratively speaking off course.” She held up two game controllers and patted the seat next to her.
Quatre was more than happy to oblige, ready to relax for the rest of the ride. “I accept!” he let a sly smile. “But remember, I’m the champ when it comes to games!”
Relena laughed, her eyes containing a challenging look. “Maybe, when you played me all those years ago, but…I’ve been brushing up on my skills as well…”
She hastily pushed down the start button and readied herself in a position with all fingers on their respected buttons. Quatre laughed at the seriousness she seemed to have put in every move of the racecar she chose.
Relena may have become a better gamer, but so had Quatre. He easily sped his car past hers, turning down the highway and quickly dodging the rock formation that had been placed in the middle of the two lanes. Relena did the same, and scowled at how easy he made it seem. They were going up a cliff now, it was hard to steer, due to the iced over roads of the game. A sharp turn was coming up and Quatre, once again, easily made it.
However, Relena was not so lucky. Her car slid out of control and ran off the road, a terrible crash and burn, if there ever was one.
Quatre, who had won, looked at her pride evident in his features. Relena glanced at him angrily. “That…that’s not fair! The road…it was slippery…that’s…that’s why you won! The only reason!”
Quatre raised an eyebrow. “Maybe it’s just because I’m better than you are.” This caused the situation to turn from that of two rational adults into that of two children bickering over who was the better player.
Relena gave him a look that clearly told him otherwise. “Play me again. I’m going to beat you this time.” Her eyes filled with irritation as she looked at him, challenging him for another round.
“Bring it on.” Quatre simply said as his gaze returned her own, her eyes staring right into his.
Oh, how he could get lost in those eyes. The depths of aquamarine and ocean blue that they withheld were overwhelming, he felt like they were judging him, seeing all that he was, all the feelings and emotions his eyes had withheld, all the pain, and even the little happiness he had been able to experience in life.
These eyes did something different then what he had expected them too. He expected her to see all the evils he had done, all the lives, all the destruction…and he knew she saw them.
Oh, how he knew.
But the gaze she held never wavered, they didn’t glare in disgust, or rejection, but they softened, her eyelashes lowered to shadow the aquamarine orbs and glazed over into a look of understanding, a look of acceptance.
A mirrored image of his own eyes played in hers and he saw, all the things she had withheld in them for many years. The torments of her youth, the separation of her family, the death of her adoptive father, and the memory of clinging to her adoptive mother’s bosom after all the shock and responsibility that had been put onto her shoulders.
She had seen pain and felt it, just as he had. Relena’s eyes showed him a different aspect of what he thought they were. He thought that they contained only the acceptance and love that she had shown Heero…but now he saw what Heero did in the days of war.
Heero had seen the haunting pain that they hid, the sad beautiful eyes of a damaged woman. And in her brief moments she too had seen the pain he carried. Quatre had never felt such a longing to hold her, to banish her fears and nightmares. All he wanted was to see her happy, free from all the chains that restrained her. He knew that once she was finally free, she would continue to harbor the scars on the wings that granted her flight. He had hoped that she would allow him to be the one to free her.
Quatre couldn’t deny the feelings he felt, the longing, the desire, and the pain of knowing her heart belonged to another. Still, he couldn’t try to ignore the need to protect her.
They remained that way, in their small eternity, harboring each other’s painful past, only to find that nothing lasts forever. “Miss Relena! We are now getting ready for our descent, please take your guest and return to the seats and buckle your safety belts. The air currents are unsteady and it will be a bumpy landing.” The pilot interrupted on the intercom of the jet.
Relena’s eyes lost their glazed timeless look and coming to her senses quickly looked away from Quatre and began to gather her things. She hadn’t known why she had looked at him so deeply, his eyes they reminded her so much of Heero’s.
The mere thought of his name caused her to tremble and suddenly aware that Quatre’s eyes were upon her, she tried to hide the fact that she had ever made the gesture. But Quatre was no fool; he saw the emotion, the hurt, and silently scolded himself for not being of any help.
Relena turned around to face him, sad eyes mirroring her smile. “Lets go take our seats, we can continue the game another time.” She fought hard to conceal the emotion in her voice but it along with her smile, failed. She turned around swiftly to hide her slipping mask from his face and walked out the door in fear of what he might see.
Relena sat in the seat, her belt fastened. ‘What happened just then…’she thought as she let out a heavy sigh.
‘Quatre must think I’m weird now.’ She leaned her head back to rest on the cushion exterior of the seat. ‘Why am I afraid of him all of a sudden? It’s not as if he’ll say anything. Quatre’s never one to try and make others feel uncomfortable. But, I’m still afraid…afraid of what he saw...’
Images flooded in front of her, the pain, the years of heavy burdens and responsibilities piled on her shoulders, the scars that hadn’t fully healed. He had seen all of it.
All of it…
She felt far more afraid now than she had before. He had seen her, the ugly, beautiful self that laid dormant behind her political mask. No one had ever seen that vulnerable side of herself except…
‘Heero…’ He was the one, the one to accept the troubled girl and her nightmares just as she had had accepted the troubled boy. And Quatre’s eyes had asked her the same questions. They sought nothing but acceptance, which of course she freely gave. But she had not known his eyes would search hers so deep as to see the acceptance she, herself, wished for. And what made her afraid was that she didn’t hold his gaze long enough to see his answer.
Quatre chose this time to walk in. he shuffled his papers in silence and smiled toward her when upon taking his seat.
‘He’s trying to be nice.’ Relena thought as she held onto the armrests of her chair, preparing herself for the landing.
The pilot had not been lying when he said that it would be a bumpy ride. The wings were handled by the air currents roughly as they began their descent. To Relena, the jet seemed more like a roller coaster, with all its turns and sudden jerks. The complete stop of the jet was well welcomed as the two passengers gathered their things.
Quatre let out a laugh as he took Relena’s hand and helped her down the stairs. “He wasn’t kidding about it being bumpy, was he?”
“Quatre…” Relena looked at him confused. She had half-expected him to ignore her.
She cast down her eyes and Quatre lifted up her chin so as to face him and look at him directly. His eyes mirrored her questions…but this time there was an answer.
‘I accept you.’
Quatre lowered his head to hers and lightly brushed his lips against her cheek. She recoiled at the tenderness of his lips, but stood her ground when he brushed the palm of his hand against the tingly flesh from which his lips had touched. “I will always care for you, Relena. The feelings I have for you haven’t changed…I still love you…”
AN: So??? Tell me whatcha think! Please Read and Review, thank ya’s to those who reviewed for the last chapter. Me’s really appreciates it. As you can see, my muse is talking to me again. So on with the next chapter!
Love,
Egg Drop Soup