Wednesday, April 14, 2004

  

Oceans on Easter Day The ocean had always had important symbolism in her life. It was wide, and yet so detailed. Nothing was so grand, so beautiful in her eyes. So here she was, wishing she could stay forever. Easter was coming up, and a general vacation had been given to the majority of Preventers, including herself. The only ones remaining were those who had to stay to keep watch on World Peace. The whole gang had chosen to come for the week at one of Dorothy’s ocean- side mansions, and to be quite honest, she was grateful for it. Holding the parties herself all the time was tough, and she quite frankly had other things on her mind. “Hey, O’Jousan. How’s it holdin’ up?” Relena twisted her neck away from the large bay windows to smile gently at Duo, who had plopped on the couch behind her, breaking her peaceful state of mind. “I’m fine, Duo. Thank you for enquiring.” Duo grinned widely, and leaned back into the soft ivory leather. “Quite a view, huh? No wonder Crazy Eyebrows bought it.” Relena threw a glare at Duo, but giggled after a short while. “I shouldn’t laugh, Duo. That wasn’t nice.” Duo shrugged. He fingered his long braid. “She calls me Insane Braid, you know. It’s a two way thing.” Relena smiled, and her eyes turned back to the ocean. She let her gaze drown in the hypnotizing dance of the waves on the shore. Duo seemed to find this eventually boring, and decided to go fetch some food, announcing his departure to a heedless Relena. After a while, as the sun was just above the horizon, coloring the sky and the ocean, she heard someone else settle behind her silently, and start to work out the knots in her back, lazily. “Thank you,” she whispered, letting her eyes linger on the sun setting. “You like this?” “Yes, Trowa. I really needed it,” she muttered, happy. Trowa said nothing, but he smirked. Any time now... “Do you wish to walk down there?” He offered, indicating the narrow beach, down the cliff. Relena’s eyes widened. “We can? I thought it was... Well, if we can, sure!” Trowa smirked inwardly. “Get your shoes, then. I’ll tell the others.” A monotone voice suddenly resonated behind them, making Trowa grin, and Relena whip around in surprise, “Tell them about what?” Trowa nodded at Heero, who didn’t respond, waiting for the ex-clown’s answer, his sub-zero gaze threatening Trowa silently. “We’re going down there,” the tall green-eyed young man declared, “you can come, if you wish.” “Hn.” “Heero’s coming?” Relena inquired. At their nod, she smiled. “The more, the merrier! Get your shoes, Heero!” Heero and Trowa watched as Relena happily opened the door and exited. Trowa was about to follow, before Heero grabbed his collar and glared. “You try ANYTHING suspicious, Barton, and I kill you,” he growled. Trowa’s lips tilted upward, a subtle smile. “Very well,” he said in smooth tones, “Shall we go?” Heero slowly released Trowa’s coat, and nodded warily. ::*::*:: Earlier ::*::*:: Heero wandered aimlessly around the huge mansion, mentally mapping the area, in order to keep his thoughts from straying towards the only place he’d really rather be at. She was probably dressed in that charming sundress, with a loose, thin strap falling off her pale shoulder. And a simple brush of fingers would be sufficient to put it back up... However, such a feat would be impossible without touching that warm skin... Heero shook his head. She was his EMPLOYER. EMPLOYER. ~Yes, keep thoughts rational. ~ He calculated it was around six thirty, and the supper would be ready soon. He didn’t want to hurry there, however, as that would mean having to look at her for a whole hour... And gaze in those soft blue eyes, let his eyes trail down to her red, full, lips... And sometimes lower, before realizing what he was doing, and look back up with a red face. Nobody but that darn clown ever noticed. At least he was the quiet one. Unwillingly, he found that he was walking to the room where she was bound to be, gazing out at the ocean with those eyes... And reminiscing their meeting, most likely. He felt pride at that. He was a pretty inconspicuous person (aside the fact that the women always spotted him in the damn clubs), and he had managed to mark her. As he turned to walk into the room with the bay window, he noticed that she wasn’t alone. Damn clown. What was he doing anyway, touching her like that? A massage was a threat, it could rip up her muscles, right? No. Not really. Damn. If it had been him, he wouldn’t have been able to keep his hands to himself either, really. Oh, he understood the clown. He just didn’t like it. And at that very moment, the urge to wring his neck was very hard to control. “... then. I’ll tell the others.” ~What?~ ~Tell the others what? ~ Heero’s mind put pieces together. He was giving her a massage. The place was potentially what people called ‘romantic’. And she was smiling. Oh... No... But the soldier within refused to surrender just yet. If she was now out of his reach, no matter, he had to make sure. “Tell the others about what?” He asked, making his presence known, and thus engaging an official fight between the clown and himself. ~She’s mine, clown, and you better get that, lest I get you to eat your plastic nose.~ Relena turned around suddenly, surprised. Yes, she was wearing that dress... “We’re going down there,” Trowa answered him, a strange, and annoying glint in his eye. “You can come, if you wish.” ~I wouldn’t leave you with her alone even if I had to destroy the Libra a thousand times over and over again, clown. ~ “Hn.” Wow. He really was so descriptive. But Trowa seemed satisfied with this answer. Relena, however, felt the need to be certain about his answer. “Heero’s coming?” She asked Trowa. Trowa nodded at the same time as he, and he glared at him. “The more, the merrier!” Relena exclaimed happily. “Get your shoes, Heero!” And she ran out the door, smiling all the way, her sundress flittering about her, and her long legs adorned with sandals. Trowa went to follow her. Heero suddenly grabbed his former ally by the collar, wishing desperately to tighten his grip some more. And the clown was looking at him so calmly, so annoyingly! “You try ANYTHING,” Heero warned, wishing that he could simply kill him on the spot, “and I’ll kill you.” Good enough compromise. Not as satisfying, but definitely worth it. This way, he kept Trowa at bay, and Relena didn’t have to know about it. “Very well,” Trowa conceded, “Shall we go?” Heero debated with himself, but finally relented his hold. “Keep away, Barton,” he growled in threatening tone, walking out first. Outside, Relena was looking at the setting sun. “It’s so pretty!!” She exclaimed, and Trowa nodded, coming to stand at her side, under Heero’s cold gaze. “Trowa, do you know if the colors like that come from something in particular?” Before Trowa could answer, Heero came to stand at her other side, threw Trowa a subtle glare, and told her, “The colors depend on the state the atmosphere is in. Depending on the quantity of different gas, and the strength of the light, the colors come out differently. This way, many people in the olden times could know what temperature the next day would have.” Relena nodded in understanding, turning to Heero. “Thank you, Heero,” she said, smiling, “I always did wonder...” Trowa raised an eyebrow, and Heero glared, as they walked behind Relena, who was on the sidewalk. She suddenly turned back to them, interrupting their staring contest. “Guys, don’t walk behind me like my bodyguards! Walk beside me as my friends!” They complied, taking guard on each side of her. Relena grabbed their hands with her smaller ones, and laughed like a child. “I feel as though you’re still keeping watch,” she said, and they had to admit it was true. Keeping her safe was part of their unconscious habits. “Forgive us,” Trowa said smoothly, “it’s something we cannot control.” Relena shook her head as they came to a stop near a group of buildings. “It’s alright, Trowa. No need to apologize.” Heero, on his part, was too entranced by the feel of her small hand in his, how their fingers entwined felt perfect. She would be his, always... “Heero? Should we go to the village? I heard they were having a big festival.” Heero snapped out of his thoughts, and the first thing he saw was not Relena, but rather the tall, grinning young man on her other side, and he had to lower his gaze some to face her. “Hn?” “Were you listening?” Heero blinked, wiping away the remnants of his previous thoughts. “Hn. Do you want to go?” Relena turned back to the bright lights, even where they were, they could hear the laughter. She smiled. “Yes. Let’s go!” So they did. The evening passed in a blur, and all Heero could remember was a strange feeling of unhappiness. All through the evening, no matter how much he tried to keep the clown at bay, she was always teamed up with him, always against himself. It was unfair, he thought, the clown had played dirty, saying that she could come with him, since the Perfect Soldier probably preferred fighting alone. He had been beaten in all the games, except for one: the basketball game. And even then, he’d ‘accidentally’ tripped Trowa. Relena had run to the tall ex-pilot, totally oblivious to his victory, worrying about him. The clown. The number three. So Heero walked behind the two happy friends, pathetically kicking at rocks, and balling his hands into fists in his pockets, as he watched them hold hands and chat amiably. He felt something grip tightly at his heart, and it hurt. His eyes, usually in perfect condition, saw a bit blurry, and he had to blink a few times, feeling a burning behind them. He hid them behind his bangs, waiting in agony for the night to finish, simply so he could crawl in a hole and wallow in self-pity, as he did best. He risked a look at them, and noted how happy she seemed to be. Well. Then what he felt didn’t really matter anymore, did it? As long as she was happy, he was, right? Yeah. Right. He suddenly stopped, and watched them walk off. If they noticed, they didn’t wait for him. He found himself alone in the crowd, and frankly, he didn’t care anymore. Turning on his heel, he hurriedly walked back to the mansion, out of the village, and on the now dark ocean-side path. He let the wind play with his hair, and he let the cold whip his skin. He even let the anguish show on his face, watching the waves gently lap at the shore, and the moon shine brightly above the horizon. “I’m a failure,” he whispered to himself. He had really thought coming with them would change something. He really had. How more unfair could life get? “Happy Easter, loser,” he muttered. Indeed, it was past midnight. Easter was upon him, and he found he didn’t care. He was used to the pain. He could live. He would. He would get over losing his only love to someone else. No. He would not. Suddenly halting in his tracks, he turned back silently to the loud, illuminated village. “I love her, damnit. I love her. I want her, only her.” Determination setting on his features, he ran back. ::*::*:: “Trowa? What’s wrong?” Trowa was looking around. “Heero’s gone.” Gasping, Relena turned, and noted the blatant fact. In every direction she looked, Heero was nowhere to be seen. “Oh, no! Where could he be?” “Maybe he went back to the mansion,” Trowa suggested, but Relena shook her head. “No, he would tell us, wouldn’t he?” Relena said, worried. “Oh, Trowa, do you think his constant losing got to him? Maybe Heero got tired of always losing!” Trowa nodded, but said nothing, scanning the top of the crowd, something she couldn’t do, since she was too small. Finally seeing the dark brown hair moving towards them at a furious pace, Trowa decided it was time to salute and leave the stage. “I’ll look that way,” he said, smirking. “He can’t be that far.” Relena looked up at him, and nodded. In a few seconds, she had lost sight of him as well, and got worried. “T-Trowa?” Suddenly, arms embraced her from behind, and a face nuzzled her neck. She was startled, to say the least. “I love you,” a muffled voice, one that was slightly familiar, told her. She struggled out of his grasp, and muttered, “Sir, I’m sorry, sir, you must have the wrong— Heero!” Heero looked at her, his eyes intense. “Trowa left you alone?” He asked, and Relena nodded. “To look for you! Where were you?” Heero kept silent, as was his habit. “Heero?” “I love you,” he declared. “I don’t care what you think, or that you love him, it doesn’t matter. I can’t help it. I once told him to live by his emotions, I decided to follow my own advice. I love you, even if I never should have.” Ready to walk away, he never expected her response. “Who’s ‘him’?” Heero halted in his retreat, and turned back to her, as she fought to keep him in sight in the crowd. “... Trowa.” Relena looked surprised as she caught up to him, and held on to his arm, in case she got swayed by the masses of people. “But... Do you think I love Trowa?” Heero kept his eyes averted, and she tried to catch his gaze, but couldn’t. “Heero? You love me? You think you never should have?” Heero turned away, and prepared to walk from her. “Oh, Heero, don’t be so ambiguous! You really can get strange! I love Trowa yes, the way a sister would! And it’s reciprocated, trust me! He told me so tonight, he wanted to make sure there was nothing else between he and I. Now I know why! He knew you loved me, didn’t he?” Now this was news. Heero oriented his gaze to fix it on her. “Trowa... Told you I—” “No, he told me that there was someone else out there for me, and then he smiled. He knew about you, didn’t he?” Heero shook his head. “If he did, he didn’t say so.” “Of course not,” Relena declared, hugging Heero, to his complete and utter surprise. “This is better than chocolate.” Heero didn’t know what to say. “Relena?” He asked, gaining her attention. “What—” Relena grinned up at him. “Trowa promised me lots of chocolate for Easter. I always did picture Trowa dressed as a bunny...” Heero blinked, then shook his head. “Relena, that’s a very disturbing thought to have about a brother.” She giggled. “That’s okay, Heero. I still think you’d look better than him.” Heero gulped, and tried to chase away the scary thoughts that image brought him. “Heero?” He looked down, only to come nose to nose with her. When did she get this tall? Oh, wait. She was kneeling on a wooden crate. “Heero? Can I?” ~Can she what?~ When he didn’t answer, she kissed him, her hands on his forearms, and her lips as soft as he had imagined. ~Oh. That. Geez. Anytime.~ ::*::*:: “HAPPY EASTER, EVERYONE!! CHOCOLATE ABOUNDS, AND FUN FOR ALL!!” “Shut up, Duo,” Relena groggily muttered from beneath her covers, pulling them over her head. That is until her arm came in contact with something hard. A box. Wiping sleeping tears from her eyes, Relena reached over to it, and opened it, only to reveal a half-full box of chocolates. A card, on the empty side, attracted her attention. ‘I always keep promises. The other half is with Heero, if you can manage to get him to share, Happy Easter. –- Trowa.” Relena grinned. “Trowa, I never thought you were such a sneak,” she muttered. The door suddenly opened, then closed. Relena abruptly sat up, only to notice Heero, half-dressed, coming in with another similar box, and sitting on her bed. On the other side of the door, she thought she heard Duo laugh. “Heero? What’s—” But Heero placed a finger to her lips, and fetched inside his jeans pocket for something. He put it on. Relena had to laugh. Seeing the Perfect Soldier with bunny ears was something very few had witnessed before. Heero silenced her with a look, then smirked. “Trowa gave me half a box of chocolates, and I’m wondering how to give them to you.” “Don’t,” Relena answered, sitting up. “Eat them, then kiss me.” Heero raised an eyebrow. Relena giggled, and fingered one of his ears. “Happy Easter, number one.” He didn’t even wait for the chocolate to be in his mouth before complying. Hope you guys like it!!! And I find it a bit funny too,hehehehe!!!! Oh yeah I think that they have the most mysterious love life of all ^_^;; Good News: I love the story ^_^ Bad News: I'm starting to get addicted on reading anime love stories -_-;; That's all for now!!! See ya!!! Heero: And she's still sad *points at Blue Hawk* Me: Shut up or I'll kill you!!!! *glares* Heero: *raises eyebrow* Me: *sweatdrop* Ok,I cant kill you,there happy? now be quiet!!! Heero: *smirk* Me thoughts: Why is he my favorite bishi again????

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