The Drabbles [details inside; rating pending]

[Leia Avenrose]

Details: I thought this up while I was writing my last drabble, Eyes of A Stranger, in the CPC in the Off-Topic forums. It's all drabbles of original bits and bobs, but then I thought to myself; while the original things are amazing from all of you, my fellow lovies, why not make a drabble thread of one of the series we have going on now at this moment?

In a way it's a drabble thread, BUT... here you can have the choice to, say ... continue someone else's drabble? With permission, of course. *strokes chin* I'd like to see how this might work out, honestly.

I'll start.
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Next to Nothing
By: Leia Avenrose
Rating: PG-13


She shoved past the reporters, past the flashing, blinding lights of the cameras that were pushed at her, desperate to forever capture any type of image of her. Her thoughts were on getting past the reporters and all the paparazzi forever hounding her, forever invading her privacy. And when she arrived at home, she was going to lock her bathroom door, sink into the tub of scalding hot water, and just soak off the day?s hard events that had taken place within the building she was now exiting.

?Vice Foreign Minister, is it true?? a reporter shouted out. Cameras flashed, and she was blinded, nearly knocking her chin against the microphone shoved in her face.

?What?? Relena Dorlian asked loudly over the voices calling her name, shouting questions.

?Those involved in the war, is it true that they?re dea??

His words were lost on her as she was grabbed roughly by the hair and dragged back into the crowds. She cried out, startled. The small handbag hanging on her arm fell back to the crook of her elbow, as she reached up to pry the tight fingers in her hair.

At that moment, she saw him shoving his way towards her, his eyes full of dark blue fury.

Her legs kicked out absently, the crowds closing in on her from all sides, and she lost her footing, staggering, making the pain unbearable. Tears sprang to her eyes, the hair nearly ripped from her scalp the more she struggled. It was happening; they had predicted it would. It was all coming true, starting with this one incident at the hearing and trials pertaining the deaths of those who had brought a new meaning to world pacifism.

Am I really going to die? she wondered, trying to ignore the pain that numbed the back of her neck and head. It can?t be true, please, no? Where are you? Why aren?t you here with me?

She watched him, the desperation clear as day in his eyes. He tried to mask it behind the wrath in his eyes, his teeth clenched. He reached for the guns at his sides, ripped them out of his belt.

Bringing them up, he aimed, and as he pulled the triggers, he was knocked to the side, the guns flying through the air. They landed in the sea of people, the sound of it hitting the ground deaf upon his ears. He cursed vehemently, grabbing the person who had pushed him by the scruff of his neck, dragging him up to his feet.

Running up behind him, gun in hand, was death himself, his cobalt eyes blazing with anger and determination.

A gunshot rang out.

Startled screams and shouts pierced the air, chaos erupting. The Vice Foreign Minister felt the cool tip pressed into her temple, and she squeezed her eyes tightly shut.

[Wingnut]

Some poor bastard tries to kidnap/kill Relena and Heero comes after said SOB and kicks/kills his sorry butt. Relena trama from the event ensues leading to recouperation by Heero and eventual romance/hot steamy sex (aka great lemon fic). Sounds like something to be expanded on.

[Mellie]

Leia! *squeals!* You know that cries out for more, right dear? Which means, get to it! :razz: I'll be patiently waiting for more of that!

[Lady Casper]

Title: A Wish for Home
Author: Lady Casper
Rated: Pg
(A.N. it sorta came to me after I read Leia?s Hear the Voice)

The blood ran thick against her cool pale skin. It was like thick syrup sticking to her, not wanting to come off easy or fade away. Her hand quivered from the sight she saw. It was an awful eerie stench that caused her to want to double over and vomit. She kept strong by telling her mind that she wasn?t going to give into the sickening stench.

Putting her hand over her face she kept walking by the debris. People with fatal cuts and wounds lied by their homes, families, pets. They weren?t moving. They would never move. The death?s hand kept them in a tight grip. They lost their tug of war game of life to the grim reaper.

Keeping her eyes away from the sight, she caught sight of what she was looking for. It long lining shimmer caught her sight by the corner of her eye. Its head stood tall even though it sat lying in the debris of an old abandoned church. Running to it with her long dirty honey dew hair smacking her eyes, she kept herself focused on the machine.

A weak smile crossed her lips as she neared it. Her slender hand touched its white coating. It was cold, almost painful to touch it with her cuts on her hands. Ignoring it, she started to climb its body. Reaching her hand up, she pulled her body up from her squat on the leg.

Her destination was the chest cavity. She had to know that was still working. Moving slowly enough so that her sandaled feet didn?t slip on the smooth surface of its skin, she finally was able to get to the lock handle that was there for an emergency escape. Smashing her other hand to the green globe in its center, she braced herself while pulling the lock out. The handle was slightly stiff, probably rusty from all the rain and jammed with sticks and seaweed.

Giving it another good tug she pulled as hard as she could. She was granted for her physical power when it cracked open. The door opened letting a line of sun light in her giving a better view at what was inside. No body was found in its chest. A tear wanted to fall from her eye but she held it believing he was still alive.

Pulling her weight in with her she almost tripped into its leather seat, making her face come close to a bruise. She saw no remains of a struggle or a dead body. She sighed. He made it out okay.

?He made it, he did.? She chanted to herself as she hit the power button and charged the machine. Hitting the red button to get it to go, she took a quiet long breath and prayed it would work. Just as she hit it the machine came to life. A broad real smile crossed her lips this time.


?I?m coming home. Home to see you again.? Pushing the auto pilot on, she hit the buttons and switched it to where she wanted to go. The suit stood up on its metal feet then the rockets came on blowing her up into the air.


?I?m going home.? Were her last few words before she was out of sight.

~fin~

[Leia Avenrose]

*SQUEAKS!* OM... GOD!

*if she could speak, she would, as you, Miss Lady Casper, have left her speechless in her chair, and now, her mind that is speaking for her, will have to somehow force her mouth close*

[Mellie]

Oh my, Jess! that was just amazing! your details in that were perfect to set the mood! Keep it up!

[Mellie]

Escapism
By: Mellie

Warnings: Suicide, very dark.

Night was the time she feared the most. When she no longer could hold on to her facade of happiness, her demons came to attack her. At times, Relena would cut away at a particularly ugly one and mar her 'perfect' image. She only shrugged at the wound. It was far less revolting than what had previously glared at her.

Standing before her mirror, she grazed the scars with tender fingertips. Nothing hovered before her eyes as she stared into the depths of haunted eyes. A smile pulled at her lips with the thought of spending a night free from them.

The air before her seemed to shift. Radiating from a center, a figure began to take shape. Relena held her breath, waiting to see what would disturb her this night. A look of surprise settled as the shape became none other than her past love Heero Yuy. ?What do you want?? she whispered in fear.

The apparition said nothing, just reached a hand to touch her stomach. On it was the most prevalent, and fresh, wound. She jumped back, terrified of contact. Staring into his deep blue eyes, the thought of death entered her mind. He was enticing her to join him, step away from responsibility and savor freedom.

Her head shook with fervor, terror screaming from her eyes. Taking a few steps back, she tried to break the pull of his gaze. ?No, I can?t,? she breathed.

Heero reached for her again, his hand outstretched as if asking her to dance. Her panicked mind jumped to their first dance. It had felt right, been natural. She longed to return to that time of peace and innocence. But time had changed all that. Nothing had returned to the way it was. She was hardened, he was set free.

Shaking her head of the pleasant thoughts, Relena turned from him. It lasted a second before she returned to face him. Her body was frozen while her mind waded through muddled thoughts of possibility, hope, and alarm. ?Please,? his eyes begged of her.

Defeated, she fell to sit on the floor. Her resolve to live faded each moment that he was there. The heaviness of her thoughts dropped her head down. Tears mingled along her lower eyelashes. Soft drops fell to the beige carpeting as sobs began to shake the delicate frame.

Her head snapped up when shoes entered her line of vision. It took strength to look into his eyes and she almost gave in to the weakness flowing through freezing veins. Persuasion exuded from his being, his eyes locked on hers.

With a shaking hand, she reached back to her bedside table for the blade. She held it in her hands, cradling the cool steel. She never tore her eyes from his as she positioned the blade?s tip against her creamy skin. Tears gently caressed her skin before she made the entrance on her left wrist. A gasp passed her lips.

Her eyes closed and she pulled the blade half way up her forearm. Relena looked back at Heero, his eyes encouraging. She switched hands with the blade and traced her vein with the sharp metal. Leaning back against the bed, she languidly stared at him. He hovered before her, waiting for her soul and body to separate.

Light dimmed in her blue eyes. Pain, despair, isolation, and fear dissipated as an unnerving calm spread throughout her body. The throb of her abrasions dulled, making way to the realization of death. ?Was it supposed to go this far?? she asked, not to him, but herself.

Death had never been her thought. She was willing to live and endure the harsh reality set before her. One night with him, however, and she lost the resolve to keep it up. Her facade completely crumbled away and she was left with a deep set chill. Fear was the last emotion to ravish her before life gave way to death.

Slowly, her soul shrunk away from its cage and exited the body. There was nothing before her but startling white. Relena blinked desperately for sight, but it didn?t come. Even in death she was alone. She sat and pulled her knees into her chest. Sinewy wrapped around her legs. The small peak her bent legs created became a makeshift pillow. Longing to cry, but appallingly unable, Relena gave into her new prison void of all emotions or senses. ?Why, Heero? Why did you introduce me to this new agony??

~end

[Leia Avenrose]

*gaps* I'm speechless. That was... Jesus Holy mother of Christ. That was gorgeous. Dark. Angsty. Gorgeous. I'm... just... wow, I'm at a loss of words here; I don't know what the f*ck to say, seriously. I can safely say that I'm shaking my head and going "Oh my..." and feeling rather breathless from reading this.

Gorgeous. You did a beautiful job with this. Amen.

[Lady Casper]

Poor Relena, she goes through one agony to the next. It's like an endless vicious cycle.

Great work Mellie. I loved how her pain was described and everything about this drabble. ^^ Death Goodness

It was a beautiful piece of work.

[angel222]

...I...feel...*falls off chair* like a crappy writer all of a sudden...MOM *glomps mellie* THAT WAS GREAT