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Encounter with Fate...

By: Tenoko

I had been this way for the longest time now. I felt so out of place, like I didn't fit in, like I didn't belong. I went to work everyday; I worked at Preventor's, as Relena's bodyguard. She had such a passion about her, a passion for life, for her friends and family, and for the people. I envied her. I wanted to feel as though I belonged, belonged with her, with my friends, with my life, I wanted to be wanted... but I didn't and wasn't. Through my entire life, I had been trained to be the 'Perfect Soldier', he had become me, and now that the wars were over, I didn't know how to leave him in the past as well. Every time that I walked into a room, I was ready to drop, roll, then shoot any hidden attackers; every time my alarm went off, I had the impulse that it might be my laptop, receiving a new mission. I hated coming home everyday; coming home to my cold, empty, and silent apartment. There was never any sound. Just deafening silence, and I hated it. I had gotten to the point where I stopped talking all together to anyone. The others had approached me about it, but I didn't tell them anything. How could I? They had all been soldiers and yet, I was the only one having problems with living a normal life. It was Sally Poe that had gotten through to me and made some sense,

"Heero, I'm worried about you. You haven't been your self lately. If there is something you need or want to talk about, I'm always here. If you don't want to talk to some one, why not try a journal, they can be a great source of confident. Just give it a try, okay?" I had nodded and that seemed to satisfy her and she had left me alone. But I had taken her advice and gotten a journal. I wrote about the war, my friends, about the constant conflict between Zechs and I, about Relena, and about my feelings, confusion, and convictions about my relationship with her; I let everything in me poor out into that journal. It was strange, I had been the 'Perfect Soldier', I had seen the most unearthly horrors any human could be exposed to, and yet... when it came to Relena, I often felt completely unarmed and alien to what I would encounter. Human kindness. Having someone care and worry for me. And slowly, I had begun to realize that I had grown to care about her in return, that I had grown to love her. I had never had someone to care about me, nor had I ever had someone to care about, that is, until I met her...

~*~*~*~*~*~ (Relena's POV)

I looked at my watch, it was *finally* four-thirty, and I was ready to go home,

"Miss Peacecraft?" I looked up to see Angie standing in the doorway,

"Yes?"

"I've finished filing the reports you gave me."

"Thanks Angie. Take the rest of the day off."

"I-uh, thank you." she stuttered smiling, and then turning left,

"Oh excuse me Colonel Yuy! I'm so sorry!" I heard Angie exclaim from out in the hall, I could Heero's low voice as he replied, but couldn't make out what he was saying. After a moment he came in my office,

"Hello Heero." I replied smiling, he walking over to my desk,

"Are you going home?" he finally asked, I sighed getting up,

"Yes, I'm too exhausted to do any more forms and paperwork. Are you going home now?" I asked leaning against the front of my desk, next to him.

"Hn. If you want to call it that."

"Call it what?" I asked, confused. He looked at me,

"Home. Home, as I've heard, is where the heart is. It's where you belong, a place you find to be a sense of refuge, security, and completion. I have none of that. I never have. Only humans can, and I am not human."

"Heero, you are as human as I am-" Heero shook his head,

"No, you're wrong. I'm the 'Perfect Soldier' an unclaimed, unnamed orphan. Do you know what it's like to not even have a name? A birthday? Parents? A past? I was raised by the original Heero Yuy's assasinator and a mad scientist, and both were quite content on me becoming the ultimate fighting machine. I've *never* been able to be human. I've never done things that humans do. I've never played a game, had a vacation, called a friend for no reason, gone to a movie, *nothing*!" he paused, looking away, "I'm nothing more than an 'it', an unnoticed flower, an unwanted child. Abandoned and alone..."his voice trailed off and he continued to stare off into space. I touched his face and he looked at me, his eyes sad and forlorn.

"Would an 'it' have friends? People that care about him?"

"You were my only true friend Relena. The only person that I ever trusted." My heart was pained by his words, how could he have been in so much turmoil, and I never noticed! I wanted to do something to take away his scars, I couldn't do anything about his physical ones, but I wanted to heal his mental and emotional scars. But what could I do? What could I do, when he wouldn't let me near him?

"Heero... I...-"he looked looked away, pushing himself off of the desk,

"I better go," he replied walking towards the door, he stopped and looked at me,"...good-bye, Relena." And before I could do anything to make him stay, before I could utter a word... he was gone. I wanted to tell him that he was wrong, that he wasn't unnecessary, but that he was needed, admired, and someone people turned to for advice or when in trouble. I wanted to tell him that he had friends that loved him, I wanted to tell him that...

"I love him..."

"Well, now that you've told me, tell Heero." a voice replied, I blinked, startled; I saw Duo standing in front of me, my cheeks suddenly grew warm,

"D-Duo! I-uh-"

"Don't worry about it Princess! I came in, you were in 'LaLa Land', and then you said that you love Heero, but I already knew that, so my lips are sealed, and I'll let you tell him yourself."

"I-uh-thanks... How long have you been standing there?!"

"Don't worry about it! I came to see if you were available this afternoon, I need a female's shopping experience; I have to buy Hilde a gift, and can't think of what to get her."

"Sure I'll help you Duo."

"Great!--Hey! What's this?" he asked regarding a bag near my feet,

"It must be Heero's. He must have forgotten it."

"Hmmm... I'll just take it to him, I'm sure he'll need it." Duo replied with a mischievous grin.

"Duo..." I warned

"I know, I know, I'll be good. And I'll be by about 5:30 to pick you up."

"Okay Duo." I replied, watching him leave...

~*~*~*~*~*~*~ (Duo's POV)

Looking around, I made sure that no one was in the office. Seeing that I was alone, I smiled, Good! Now... let's see what out ole' boy Heero keeps in this bag! In it was his laptop, folders with paperwork, and a book. I wasn't interested in his laptop, having already seen all that he kept in there, and I had enough of my own paperwork; I picked up the book.A Haunting Past was the title,

"Sheesh, what's he doing with a book?! I'll bet that it doesn't even have pictures!" I replied, before flipping the pages of the book, "Hey wait! This is written!? What the heck?!"

Entry 27

1-16

The days seem to be getting unbearably long. I go through the day, almost like I'm programmed to do it. I feel as though I'm programmed to do everything...

"Whoa! I can't believe this! Heero has a journal!"

"I don't think he'd appreciate you reading it." a voice replied

"Trowa! I-uh-what are y-you doing here?" I stuttered staring at the taller boy. Quatre, Wufei, and even Milliardo were there.

"Duo, when are you going to learn to stay out of Heero's stuff?" Quatre asked, I rolled my eyes,

"C'mon you guys! Don't you guys want to know what Heero really think about stuff? Like what he really thinks about us?"

"No."

"Oh? Really? Well isn't that a coincidence, because he wrote about us in these entries... but, since you aren't interested..."I replied, slowly closing the book,

"Wait!"

"Yeessss?" I inquired looking at Wufei,

"What do you mean 'he wrote about us'? Am I in that? How dare he write about me!"

"Yeah, you're in here, me, Trowa, Quatre, and-"

"And I'm leaving! I don't care what he puts in his diary." Zechs snapped, turning to leave,

"And he wrote how he thinks that Zechs is a complete psycho, who is about to go over the edge at any moment..." Zechs whirled around to face me,

"He thinks *what*?!"

"And that he is in love with Relena," I began to read the entry aloud, ",but I wonder if she ever saw me as a person instead of some lethal killing machine. And I wonder if she'll be sad once I'm dead..." I stopped reading aloud, quickly scanning over the rest of the entry," Oh my God!"

"What?!" I looked at them, feeling the blood run cold in my veins,

"He's going to kill himself."

~*To Be Continued*~

He,he,he,he... another work of sheer genius from my strange and twisted imagination... o.0' Just Kidding.... but it's just another great fic from my imagination...