White Picket Fence Ch1

[RienaYuy]

White Picket Fence

Sequel to The Wrong Guy and Running(not yet posted)

<I>Heero and Relena had escaped her ex-husband, traveling the world for four years until authorities finally tracked them down. But they were able to escape yet again and Relena decided to give up her money and properties, for they had found her thanks to her credit cards. Heero promised her that he would take care of her in their new life. They moved to America, settling down in a small house in Texas. There, both Heero and Relena have found jobs, a new life, and happiness?. for now</I>

As the sun began to shine over a distant hill, night began to drain from the sky. When the sun?s rays finally hit the sky in ecstasy, the bright rays stretched far and wide, highlighting the lush green grass surrounding a small, white house with green trim and a little white picket fence all the way around.
As shadows sank into nothingness, the freshly painted wooden panels glistened in the sunlight. It wasn?t a large house, holding only two bedrooms, a bath, a kitchen, and a living room, but it was cute. The doorframe and front two windows were trimmed in an emerald green, as were the corners of the house. Windows on either side of the door revealed matching green curtains pulled shut against the incoming rays.
A thin gray-stoned walkway led from the gravel road up to the house, the aged stone looked worn but comforting to its trespassers. The driveway was no more than a tin and wooden roof supported by four beams, but it?s plainness seemed to match the dull blue of the small neon parked beneath it. Dusty and old, the car had obviously been through a lot of use, and was very old.
Despite the small home, vast open grassland spread out in glee behind it. All that belonged to the owners of the house was encircled in a white picket fence, which started out small in the front but grew to about 5 feet tall in the back. They only owned a few acres, but the small lake in the farthest part of their property made it all worth it.
Immediately behind the house was a small newborn tree, flourishing in the fresh air and sunlight. Against the wall of the house lay a small square garden with succulent green springs popping out, reaching up for the sunlight. This small garden lay to the right of a white door with a window taking over the top half of it, also hidden by green curtains. To the left of the door and in all the windows in the back of the house meticulously tended red, purple, and white flowers grew in red brick tubs. They too flourished; love and care helped them grow large and bright.
It looked like paradise to a passerby, a countryman?s dream home. Simple yet pleasant, it was all a young couple needed. The nearest house was about a mile and a half down the road, far enough for privacy but close enough in case of an emergency or a friendly visit.

Inside the house, past the low ceilinged kitchen of bright yellow and through the cozy living room containing a large white couch, a bookshelf, and a TV, sat an opened brown bedroom door. Inside the room two figures laid in each other?s arms beneath thin dark blue cotton sheets.
The man lay with his head turned slightly to one side, one hand up behind it and the other beneath a young and very pretty blonde. His mossy brown hair was ruffled by sleep but gave him a boyish look, contrasting with the maturity of the stubble on his chin. His skin was slightly tanned, by work in the sun, not because he was made that way. His lips were slightly parted; his breathing was almost too quiet to be heard.
Lying on his arm, turned in to cuddle against the man?s warmth, lay a softly snoring blonde. Her shining, soft hair was spread back from her face, framing it in an ethereal halo about her head. Both of her arms rested on his chest, slightly clenching his green t-shirt. She looked young, but wisdom pulled at the corner of her eyes, revealing that her youthful beauty was misleading.
The old/young couple looked comfortable and cozy, the perfect image of love as they laid. But they could not stay like this forever.
Intruding rays seeped through a slit in the curtains of the bedroom, hitting Heero?s face in it?s yellow glory. Heero?s eyes flinched slightly and her raised a hand to cover them. After rubbing his face with one hand he looked from the morning light over to the woman. Relena still slept soundly, her snoring almost making him smile.
Gently Heero pulled him arm from under her and stood up out of bed. He made sure that she was still covered and walked silently out of the door and across the hall, into a white and purple bathroom. He walked silently without ease, his joints held stiff in remembrance of an old practice. Despite the changes that have come over him in the last seven years, his body still remembered being a soldier.
He ignored his face in the mirror and opened the cabinet behind it. He pulled out his toothbrush and toothpaste and went to through the ritual he has gone through almost every morning of his life. As he did this, his mind wondered back to his old friend: Duo. The first image of him came back as a stupidly smiling teenager with hair longer than his girlfriends.
Heero had read on the Internet the news of the Sanq kingdom. After Relena had disappeared Milliardo took her place, ruling, as he said, ?Only as a substitute until my sister is found,? Duo, now head of Security, seemed to receive the blunt of the blame for Relena?s disappearance but recovered well. He is now married to Hilde and the rumors flying around the net were that his wife was pregnant. Heero almost snorted, that is how Relena?s life used to be. Every aspect of her personal life flung about the Internet.
For a while the papers focused on the fact that Relena and her bodyguard had disappeared, but somehow Duo and the rest of the old G-Boys had made that one disappear.
Heero spit out the toothpaste and began stripping, not caring to close the door. He turned on the steaming water and stepped into the shower. But after only a few moments he sensed someone else in the bathroom. He heard the curtain slide back and felt the warmth of a second body step in behind him.
Heero smiled and turned around, although water smeared his eyes but he knew who smiled up at him. Pulling her close, the hot water pelting them both, he titled her head back for a long, steamy kiss.

Heero had driven off, leaving Relena at home to work on the gardens. Since school had let out, Relena spent her days without Heero growing food and flowers behind the house. She had been able to grow mainly spices and grapes, just simple things. Her flower garden, on the other hand, thrived. Any flower she planted grew quickly and bloomed in all it?s glory.
She changed from her robe into a pink tank top and a pair of overalls, light denim. She pulled her hair back into pigtails, a hairstyle that made her look young and carefree, although behind those violet eyes hid a trying and unhappy past.
Relena missed her old friends terribly, and even her brother. She had adjusted easily to her life here, teaching kindergarten in the fall, winter, and spring and handling her flowers and other household things during the summer. Heero had not wanted her to work at all, he was afraid that she would be recognized. But she told him that she would go crazy if she were stuck in the house all day. And they were in America, no one would realize who she was.
Relena had only a few friends here, despite her three years of living in the same town. Most other woman believed that she was stuck up, for Relena rarely talked. They also were jealous, at her age she looked wonderful and extremely young, some even believed that she was only 22.
Heero and her kept pretty much to themselves, not wanting to draw attention. She wasn?t sure if he even spoke to anyone. A smile crossed her lips, <I>probably not.</I> Even though Heero had opened up to her in many ways in the last several years, that sweet, funny, and social side of him never left the house. Heero?s outside face was as it has been ever since she met him. Unyielding and unsmiling.


Heero drove the small, rusty old car into the small town about 7 miles from his house. He drove exactly the speed limit, his handling perfect. His gundam skills never left him and Heero could operate almost any piece of machinery without being taught.
The town was relatively small. Most of the main stores were on the main road, a Wal-Mart, a McDonalds, and several local-owned specialty stores. Ranging from food to clothing, the Texans living in this town sold it themselves. Heero respected this; it was one of the reasons that he chose to live here.
After turning down a paved road and driving for a few more minutes he pulled his car into the parking lot of a large warehouse-like building. A sign that hung above the door read, ?Jared?s Garage and Auto Shop? Heero parked near the back and walked into the shop. A large man with dirty blonde hair, lighter and duller than his own, and a mustache was leaning on the counter. Heero looked over at him and the man smiled widely.
Despite his rather intimidating appearance, Jared was kind and very timid. As he walked, his shoulders were slouched slightly forward, as if he wished to hide the fact that he was 6ft 5 and 260 lbs. ?Early Heero? Good, Sean hasn?t come in yet and we have no one to work the counter. Once he gets here I could use your help in the back.? He gave a half wave and walked out of a silver door at the back of the small auto store.
Heero walked behind the counter and folded his arms over his chest. He had been working here since they had moved to this little town. Jared had seen Heero drive into town and had welcomed him warmly. Heero asked him if he knew of any job openings and Jared offered a part-time job. After seeing what Heero could do with cars and other machinery, though, Jared hired him full time.
Two other people worked on cars in the back: Jose, a short but loud Mexican who could speak perfect English but refused to give up his accent, and Jose?s sister Maria. She was the same size as her brother but wasn?t as annoying. She was almost as good as Heero and never left the Garage without a bit of grease on her hands.
Sean was a happy-go-lucky teen-ager, redheaded with emerald green eyes and an earring; he gave off the impression of an unruly rebel, although he was far from. He wore black outside of work, but wore the gray ?Jared?s Garage? t-shirt without a complaint.
It wasn?t long until Sean raced in, ten minutes late and out of breath. ?Sorry Heero. I am here now.? He waited for Heero to walk out from behind the counter before he stepped in. It was to small to fit two people.
?Tell Jared I am sorry, will ya?? he asked, pulling on his uniform over a black shirt with a flaming skeleton head on it. Heero nodded and went out the silver door in the back.
Heero nodded to Jared, who automatically knew what he meant, and went to work on today?s cars with Maria at his side. She was almost as good as he was?. almost.

[miz_lou]

Hey!! You continued!! The Wrong Guy was a very good story

This is really great! Keep it up I can't wait til the others re-enter the picture!

[perfectpeach]

hmmm. its perfect...too perfect. Ok, next chapter goes up NOW you hear!?

[lilac310]

this is interesting...keep it coming!!!