The Dove: chapter 2

[Egg Drop Soup]

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Description: a look on thoughts about RP; 2nd Chapter.
Disclaimer: I don?t own Gundam Wing. I do however own the story line and plot.

The Dove
By: Egg Drop Soup



Chapter 2: Quatre?s thoughts?



Relena ?

The virtuous young girl burdened with the weight of the world upon her shoulders?and known legendarily as the Dove of Peace?

She claimed her position, from the depths of her lost memories, rising like a phoenix from the ashes of the fallen Sanc Kingdom.

The only trace of familiar hope amidst the trouble times and concurred the political platform with relative ease.

Relena?s many years of service, to both the world and colonies alike, have only further gained her many more responsibilities and charges?

But, those same responsibilities, accountability, and reliability alike?haven?t changed her?

The smiling girl who captured the hearts of the people, wanting to change the path of so many, already predestined lives?the ever composed diplomat, the daring Vice Foreign Minister, the reckless former Queen of the World?

She?s still just Relena?

The girl who cries, laughs, and feels?not some respected deity, but a human being.

She?s the same?as she?s always been?

I have yet to see Relena without a smile, whether it is uncomfortable, understanding, questionable, or completely sincere?she keeps smiling, no matter what triumphs and failures, unexpected ups and downs, she is still able to bring about any solution to those that seeks it questioningly.

What?s more is that she does it willingly. Nowhere in her works or actions lies the corrupted evidence of forcible conclusive judgments.

Relena truly is beautiful in that sense, for she unlike any other person in the world, is truly pure?

Everything about her is a form of entity, eristic, genuine warmth, without fault or moral defilement. In her words and all she represents, she does not lead the people to believe in a false hope, and even I often think there may be a real peace, a real way of life without wars.

It?s no wonder why Heero is so captivated by her, he was the first person to be granted that sacred purified light, full of unconditional love, and to him, was one that she freely gave; that small significant flame that now rages wildly, with no strings attached.

Relena?

She only wanted him to face her way, to stare directly into those stormy ocean depths and make him listen to her soft words that chimed like bells. But?amidst all the things she wanted and could tell him, she instead chose to speak of other things, that life was indeed worth living for, and that he couldn?t merely just throw it away for a cause he neither knew nor cared, but continued to follow in spite of the evident dangers...

He rebuffed her; letting her words fall upon deaf ears.

I knew it hurt her?it had too?

Pain?

That absurd repugnance that causes all when coming in contact with it to recoil and distance themselves from the cruel refusal of not being accepted; to be discarded?abandoned?

Rejected?

It hides itself in unknowing forms, sweeping all into its distant sensational melodramatic world, teasing and tempting all our impressions and comprehending perceptions, and blinding us, just before it knocks us off our feet?causing pain without hesitation.

But Relena never let anyone see it. She would always smile and follow him as faithfully as a saint ever did pray.

I often saw that same silent determination gleaming wholesomely within her. Multitude times I found myself laughing, laughing at the stubborn flustered boy, being chased by the stubborn lovesick schoolgirl.

But?in all seriousness?it wasn?t at all like that?in any way?

Relena was not merely infatuated with Heero; rather, she truly felt something for him. Not just attraction, or friendly love, NO, this was real thing.

Her tempestuous aquamarine orbs, when looking at him, might have left Heero puzzled? But, no, I saw it. The fleeting wants and needs. Those eyes, with their own deep, dark chambers and bottomless oceans of blue and sea green could see; not just Heero?s treacheries and concealments, but anything and everything else they sought.

And what they saw?was definitely horrible.

The lies and never to be met promises were still raw in the perfect soldier?s memories; he was forced to train, diligently working. Only this time the scars that had not yet been fully healed were cut deeper with an even farther greater loss.

A little girl with a dog named Mary?

It was evident that the death of the little girl had caused some part of Heero to change, and that guilt still plagued him. The images of the little dog, Mary, limp in his arms and her lonesome grave, a poor flower her only tombstone, were the last traces of emotion he had ever let himself dwell upon.

That was clearly the last day the Gundam Pilot 01?cried.

But, I wasn?t ignorant of the truth. I knew there was more to it than that, after all?even if Heero was haunted by the ghosts of his past; he would eventually be driven to follow his orders of destroying all who saw or knew of him.

Yet, surprisingly, he never pulled the trigger. His fingers always grew slack upon the catch that released the hammer of the handsomely polished gun, and I could tell, even though his jaw was set and his clearly drawn scowl only further evaded him, that deep within his own thoughts, he didn?t truly want to kill Relena?

Whether it was out of pity, annoyance, or presumably newly found interest, the fact that he actually began to turn his head in every direction, searching for her, removed all doubts that plagued me. And sure enough when his Dove came running, calling out his name, all the while reminding him of his promise, I would see the faintest smile cross his lips. And if I hadn?t been looking, I would have surely altogether missed that momentous rarity.

I knew that deep inside, his forceful tactics and the words of what his missions called for him to do were driving him mad. He did not know what he felt for her. His own feelings were twiddled, and his heart; the cold stone that had once again spoke after years of quiet solitude, screamed indifferently at his head, which only knew of missions and rulings, the straight altogether facts?but then again?no one ever said the road to love would be perfectly paved, in no regard is it always diverse in various black and white forms or qualities, for love is never truly steady, but mostly tumult and made up of ephemeral foreign shades of gray.

And that same gray was the thing that scared Heero.

His training, everything he knew went against the uncertainty. And he knew nothing else, so he ran?

Relena?

I could tell how much she wanted to hold him. To make him see that such things as love? were in fact possible. And that is why she continued to follow him even almost halfway around the world and still able, to find or catch the slightest glimpse of his fleeting form.

If that?s not love, then I would truly hate to see what camouflaged emotion that took on other incompatible forms drove her to such impetus odds.

Relena? truly is? a far stronger person that what I have given credit. She has constantly brushed away her own wants and needs, all for the sole purpose of being by his side, to hold him amidst all the stains that remain upon his hands and the fact that she had long since fallen pray to wounds far deeper than those that Heero had obtained from his war days.

I?m not a fool, wars nonetheless of old or new, I won?t be so blind; as to not see that which stares me so bluntly in the face. I know love when I see it.

And no one has ever loved Heero?not like her?

She followed him, right into wars, battles, and I bet she?d go so far as to go beyond the depths of hell, if she were able.

This has caused Relena to gain much criticism in her life. And I even have to admit that I?ve been a bit skeptical when upon seeing her do such.

I never truly understood?

We took refuge in the newly rebuilt Sanc kingdom; the confiding walls our only solace. In truth, we would never have come to that place, had it not been for our need to remain hidden from the opposition that sought us so fiercely.

The armies of both OZ and Romafellar were quickly moving in large numbers, embodying many potential hideaways, and were currently watching for any sign of irregular activity. We did not have much of a choice, no other country would eagerly take us, and the colonies, as far as we were concerned, were not so haste in having us return.

The Sanc Kingdom is just as its namesake so beautifully describes: sanctuary. A peaceful nation, which lives and rules by means of pacifism?

It was an ingenious idea, to be sure, no one would think that a Gundam Pilot, let alone two, would have gone so far as to hide in a nation that stood against all, what they themselves represented.

But strangely enough, this it self was what puzzled me. Was the kingdom?s newly erected sovereign truly so blind?

Why would she so easily grant us stay?

It wasn?t so hard to figure out; after all, Relena had always known that Heero would one day return to her.

Her faith is that strong.

She greeted us in a formal fashion; and the reaction upon her face when placing her eyes on Heero?spoke volumes.

Never have I seen Relena so happy? as when she looks upon him?It was evident she had missed him, and when approaching us, a foot planted steadily in front of the other, something magical happened; tired eyes and features were replenished almost instantly into that of blooming youth.

Her full pink lips turning up in haste smile, before parting to whisper ?Welcome.? The words themselves, almost too eagerly escaped her mouth.

I was mesmerized by the sight of her; her bright tranquil smile, mirrored by her eyes contained a light of a far higher grace. And I was, to say the least, somewhat unsure of the situation.

How could this young girl be ruling a kingdom all her own?

I was about to be quite frankly surprised.

Not only was she young, but she held a high sense of refined dignity, a notion that to this day still causes so many to be drawn earnestly to her. It was quite simple to understand that it alone sent fleeting forms to her, seeking that which empowers her righteous wisdom.

She paused momentarily, her skirts rustling around her ankles from the sudden movement and told us of how we could stay, hidden from OZ. She hesitated before proceeding forward and she, almost shyly with her awkward steps.

Each stride only brought the light closer, and I was sure I would be blinded by its grace and charms.

Within the small slender form, clothed merely in the Sanc?s school uniform, she elegantly spoke passages of goals and hopes that she planned to bring forth into the world.

Her words amazed me, to be sure. She knew all she wanted and how to succumb to those aims. Never had I seen someone so sure so precise. Her confidence alone easily captivated me, and I was strung by the ear, to the words that fleetingly left her lips.

My eyes drifted from her only once, and it was that time I saw that Heero, was also prisoner to the light that embodied her. I, of course, pledged to defend the Sanc?what else could I do? She stood for what I, and everyone across the globe and galaxy wanted, and that was peace.

And I, like Heero, wanted nothing more but to protect that peace?

To call Relena an angel?wouldn?t do her, her deserved justice. She is a woman who sees the world changing?and it is changing?

It?s changing?for the better?



AN: I know I declared the original as a one shot, but I had a brief moment of inspiration?its gone now *cries*, and I really have no idea where I?m going from here. I do however have a few ideas; I really want to write Hilde?s, even Dorothy?s POV. But?I?m afraid I?ll end up screwing it up?and I don?t want that?so it?ll take some time for me to base and regulate each chapter on both individual and different views, but all the same have a familiar foundation of some sort. It?s gonna take all my wit?which on Mondays and weekends?doesn?t really amount to much of anything?to struggle through writing the next few chapters. I?m falling in, and it?s too late for me to get out now! I?m as slow as a turtle but I?ll eventually get it all wrapped up.

And I know; I know?there?s probably a bunch of spelling errors and grammar errors galore! I?m bad when it comes to that?but don?t hold it against me?no one?s perfect?

~Egg Drop Soup