Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Compromising the subject ❯ Relena ( Chapter 2 )
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By: Lyssaphra 
Relena decides to grow up and contacts Duo.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.22.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 220 | Status: Completed
Relena decides to grow up and contacts Duo.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.22.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 220 | Status: Completed
Chapter One
"""The day I met Heero Yuy and Relena Peacecraft-Darlian was the day I arrived to Earth. I guess you could say it was the day of my doom. For the moment I lay my eyes on the two of them, my destiny was sealed. If I only had met up with Quatre, Trowa or Wufei before those two, everything would've been different. But it didn't happen that way.
I had just found a Gundam I quickly realized was the Wing Gundam on the bottom of the ocean and attached it to my Deathscythe so he would bring it to the surface for me. You wonder how I recognized Wing. Well, I'm no friend of Howard's for nothing. The minute I came to his ship, informing him that I had aborted Mission Meteor in agreement with professor G, he gave me a pleased look and dragged me away to inform me about everything he knew about the Gundams and their pilots. He said I would need it. And I certainly did.
But to jump back to the important stuff, I had just returned to the surface to await Deathscythe and Wing before I brought them both to Howard's ship, and I fully intended to use the difference time to find that damned pilot Heero Yuy who should've been with his Gundam and wasn't. I was rather pissed at the time, as G had told me that I needed to work with Heero and accept him as my leader. A logical order, considering that Heero had been mentally engineered for that stuff. But how did you find a pilot who had dumped his Gundam and gone scampering around the countryside?
I had just given up and returned to the base I had programmed the Gundams to show up by. Heero was to be assigned to blow the thing up, G had assured me, so I had decided to be a nice guy and help him fixing a way of transportation from the likely soon-to-be gone base. Imagine my surprise when I found the damn guy I just had searched all over town for at the base about to kill a blonde girl in a ridiculous dress.
I think you all know what happened after that. And let me tell you, it had never even entered my brain that Heero wouldn't have been given the same information as I had. I guess it should have though. Those professors seem to have made a game of withholding information.
Anyway, that was our first meeting. But it sure wasn't our last. Ironically enough, meeting Mr. Suicidal and Handsome wasn't the most important thing that happened that day, as you and I surely would've thought. The event that should have made the stars burst out in song was I meeting Relena. But then again, thing never happen as they should."""
January 1 AC 197
"Dear Diary!
I just bought the cute little pink you with your little frills in the adorable toy shop around the corner after having Pagan drive me there in my pink limo while I was drying my pink nail polish, which match my pink cloths and shoes. I'm actually thinking of coloring my hair pink as well. Wouldn't I just look adorable that way!
That would be what everyone would expect to find in my diary. But this isn't my diary. This is a chronicle. A chronicle telling the life of Relena Peacecraft-Darlian. The sweet, kind and ever-smiling Vice Foreign Minister of the United Earth Nation who's the only damned thing keeping the galaxy together. If I knew this would happen, I never would have gone near the self-destructive pilot Heero Yuy those two years ago, nor would I ever had engaged in politics. But back then, I was naïve, idealistic and unbelievable optimistic. Now I'm drowning in my realized obligations.
I am seventeen years old. I carry the world on my shoulders. People believe in me even though they shouldn't. I made them do it; I made them depend on me. They would do whatever I asked them to, and the sad thing is that I never realized. I was too self-absorbed to understand. The Mariemeia incident was a revelation for me. For the first time, I saw what the people would do for me. I have the power to destroy the world, and I'm scared to death of it. I'm not a strong person, if someone with bad intentions caught me, they would make me use my influence on the people eventually in a terrible way. Like Mariemeia did.
I won't say I'm a genius, or an over average intelligent person in any way, because I'm not. But I am intelligent enough to realize that I need help. Help to survive, help to keep the people alive. And with the help of a mysterious letter with frightening information I received after Libra's destruction, I can get it. Back then, I dismissed it as the foolish, selfish girl I was, putting it away and forgetting about it. Now I have dug it out from the bottom of my disgustingly pastel pink wardrobe and put it to the use its writer intended it. And that's why I'm sitting here in pink themed room, waiting for my vid call to L2 to be transferred. Hm, I wonder if Dorothy would be willing to help me redecorate my manor. I'm suddenly very tired of the pink theme I invested in.
Oh, the light on my vid screen is flashing. Finally! I'll write more later.
(V) Relena
V Peacecraft-Darlian
January 2 AC 197
He hasn't changed much since I last saw him. Still just about 5'9", willowy lean and tanned with that intriguing chestnut hair twined into a braid reaching past his butt, bangs shadowing his violet eyes. He isn't dressed as a priest anymore though, but is wearing simple jeans and a black polo tee, equally black sneakers adorning his feet. But he still has that friendly smile and warm handshake I was introduced to so long ago.
"Hello, Relena!" he grins at me as soon as I open the door.
I smile back, in elation and with honest pleasure at seeing him again.
"Duo," I warmly greet him, ignoring his outstretched hand in favor of giving him a hug. Judging from his expression as I release him, he wasn't expecting that. Yet, he doesn't seem to have had anything against it, because he just grabs my hand and leads me through the house to my private living room. Somehow, I'm not surprised he knows his way around my house.
We sit down at the window bench, looking out at the splendid view, choosing to wait in silence for the tea I requested earlier from Pagan. Somewhere along the line though, I can feel his eyes resting on me, a thoughtful look changing their violet depths to darker cobalt.
"What?" I teasingly say, smoothening my simple, moss green silk shirt. "Do I have something on my face?"
He chuckles silently, shaking his head.
"No," he assures me. "You're fine. I just pondered over how much you have changed. You have come a long way since that innocent, idealistic girl I once knew and pitied."
Well, you can't say he is beating around the bush. Yet, I cannot help but jump a little at his frank statement. He bows his head and shakes it before giving me a puppy dog look.
"I did it again, huh?" he hopelessly smiles. "Shinigami! This whole 'never lie' thing certainly mess things up sometimes."
I shake my head and put a comforting hand on his.
"It's nothing," I tell him. "It's the truth after all. I was all that back then after all. Was that way until recently. Besides, it's better you are told the truth than you are told a lie which will hurt you later."
He nods, a beautiful smile on his lips. Yes, beautiful. Duo Maxwell is a beautiful young man, if you haven't noticed that by now, you have to be blind. In my opinion, he has always been the most human pilot of the five. It's rather ironic he's the only one who's not.
A knock at the door alert me that Pagan has come with the tea and I call out a soft enter. Before I know it, Duo has smoothly and silently slid to his feet and is retrieving the tea from my old confidant, thanking him silently. I smile again, nodding to Pagan that it's ok. Then I walk over to help Duo set it on the table, grabbing the can to pour us a cup each. Soon, we're sitting next to each other in the couch, watching in silence once again. But before Duo breaks it, I reach for the letter I placed on the table earlier, the letter I received from G.
"Read this," I softly request. "I received this a few days after Heero destroyed the Libra. You must have questions as to why you are here when we never were particularly close before. This letter should explain it to you."
Duo gives me a curious look, but takes the letter. While he reads it through, I watch the expressions fluttering over his face, varying from surprise and anger to plain fear. Schooling his face as he finally puts it down, I can't see what he is thinking anymore, there's a guarded look in his eyes now, and I know it's up to me to assure him.
"So you know about me," he carefully says. "What are you going to do about that information?"
I smile bitterly. He's right about doubting me I guess. He doesn't know me. Just as I doesn't know him. But somehow, I believe that will change.
"I'm not planning to use this information against you in any manner," I quietly say. "The only reason I even bring this up is because I have made some realizations these past few days. About the people. About...me..."
He closes his eyes for a second, then nods, choosing to believe me for now. His eyes doesn't change though, they're still guarded against me.
"Go on," he carefully says.
Leaning back into my chair, I close my eyes as to try to speak clearer about what I must tell him.
"I never really understood any of this until recently," I softly begin. "I played my little game, lived for each day and thought I was a demigod at the least. I thought that I had finally gained peace, that war would be forgotten. Mariemeia changed this, she changed everything. She made me realize just how much I've made the people trust and depend on me. I realized what a tool I have become. She intended to use me to gain sovereign power. The sad thing is that she would have succeeded if it weren't for you Gundam pilots. And that scares me...no, that terrifies me. I don't want that kind of power, I never wanted it. So deep was the depth of my naivety."
I pause at that, not knowing how to continue. In the end though, Duo spurs me on.
"And?" he softly says, touching my shoulder in a fleeting but comforting gesture.
Taking a deep breath, I continue, finishing his sentence.
"And I've realize what a danger I am to the world," I weakly say. "I've won the people's heart. I've become their symbol of everything's that good. I'm their savior. Their happiness and well-being rise and fall with me. I don't want that. But it's too late to change now. I have to live up that image now, or our hard won victory will have been for nothing. But I cannot do that alone. I need help."
Silence fall over us again while Duo ponders what I just have told him, me sipping patiently on my tea. In the end, he laughs ruefully, flipping his braid over his shoulder.
"You have grown up, Relena," he darkly comments. "And I guess you finally understand why Heero couldn't kill you now. Your death would be devastating for the people of UEN. But what I cannot understand is, why me? It can't be just because of this letter. All the descriptions in that letter could easily fit in on any of the others. They could protect you as well as I can. Heero could protect you as well as I can."
I mutely shake my head.
"It must be you," I simply say. "And I think you know why."
A tired look enters his intriguing eyes, but he doesn't give up. He catches my eyes and look clearly into them as he speaks again.
"I will do this," he promise. "But if I'm going to do this, I'm going to have to put down some rules. No rules, no Duo the protector of peace. Do you understand?"
I nod as I expected that much. Besides, I know that the Gundam pilots never do a bad job if it can be avoided. I'm prepared to do whatever it takes to keep this world safe. He gives me a serious smile, producing a notepad and a well-bitten pen from somewhere down his waist, starting to scribble the moment he has them out. It makes me curious, but I'm not about to ask him. Our friendship is still new, and I don't want to risk it. Five minutes later, he gives me the notepad.
"These are the conditions," he flippantly says. "Take it or leave it."
I swiftly read it through before signing my name at the bottom. Judging from the text in my hands, he truly is going easy on me. Yet, I can't help but feel as if my life has been taken from my own hands as he signs his own name next to mine and put the notepad and pen away down his pants some way again. But I cannot pretend it doesn't also make me feel safe.
Relaxing now when it's all over, I give him a curious look.
"Where did you learn to write legal contracts?" I ask. "I didn't think that someone with your background would have the opportunity to do that."
He smirks and rises, stretching gracefully. I wince.
"Please don't do that again," I say in a strained voice.
An even more mischievous smirk grace his lips as he manages to arch his back so much he look like a bent parenthesis, all the while looking almost sexually enraptured. Blasted man! He may not have meant to make me queasy from the beginning, but now it's purely intentional. I sigh and absently wonder what I have gotten myself into.
"""The day I met Heero Yuy and Relena Peacecraft-Darlian was the day I arrived to Earth. I guess you could say it was the day of my doom. For the moment I lay my eyes on the two of them, my destiny was sealed. If I only had met up with Quatre, Trowa or Wufei before those two, everything would've been different. But it didn't happen that way.
I had just found a Gundam I quickly realized was the Wing Gundam on the bottom of the ocean and attached it to my Deathscythe so he would bring it to the surface for me. You wonder how I recognized Wing. Well, I'm no friend of Howard's for nothing. The minute I came to his ship, informing him that I had aborted Mission Meteor in agreement with professor G, he gave me a pleased look and dragged me away to inform me about everything he knew about the Gundams and their pilots. He said I would need it. And I certainly did.
But to jump back to the important stuff, I had just returned to the surface to await Deathscythe and Wing before I brought them both to Howard's ship, and I fully intended to use the difference time to find that damned pilot Heero Yuy who should've been with his Gundam and wasn't. I was rather pissed at the time, as G had told me that I needed to work with Heero and accept him as my leader. A logical order, considering that Heero had been mentally engineered for that stuff. But how did you find a pilot who had dumped his Gundam and gone scampering around the countryside?
I had just given up and returned to the base I had programmed the Gundams to show up by. Heero was to be assigned to blow the thing up, G had assured me, so I had decided to be a nice guy and help him fixing a way of transportation from the likely soon-to-be gone base. Imagine my surprise when I found the damn guy I just had searched all over town for at the base about to kill a blonde girl in a ridiculous dress.
I think you all know what happened after that. And let me tell you, it had never even entered my brain that Heero wouldn't have been given the same information as I had. I guess it should have though. Those professors seem to have made a game of withholding information.
Anyway, that was our first meeting. But it sure wasn't our last. Ironically enough, meeting Mr. Suicidal and Handsome wasn't the most important thing that happened that day, as you and I surely would've thought. The event that should have made the stars burst out in song was I meeting Relena. But then again, thing never happen as they should."""
January 1 AC 197
"Dear Diary!
I just bought the cute little pink you with your little frills in the adorable toy shop around the corner after having Pagan drive me there in my pink limo while I was drying my pink nail polish, which match my pink cloths and shoes. I'm actually thinking of coloring my hair pink as well. Wouldn't I just look adorable that way!
That would be what everyone would expect to find in my diary. But this isn't my diary. This is a chronicle. A chronicle telling the life of Relena Peacecraft-Darlian. The sweet, kind and ever-smiling Vice Foreign Minister of the United Earth Nation who's the only damned thing keeping the galaxy together. If I knew this would happen, I never would have gone near the self-destructive pilot Heero Yuy those two years ago, nor would I ever had engaged in politics. But back then, I was naïve, idealistic and unbelievable optimistic. Now I'm drowning in my realized obligations.
I am seventeen years old. I carry the world on my shoulders. People believe in me even though they shouldn't. I made them do it; I made them depend on me. They would do whatever I asked them to, and the sad thing is that I never realized. I was too self-absorbed to understand. The Mariemeia incident was a revelation for me. For the first time, I saw what the people would do for me. I have the power to destroy the world, and I'm scared to death of it. I'm not a strong person, if someone with bad intentions caught me, they would make me use my influence on the people eventually in a terrible way. Like Mariemeia did.
I won't say I'm a genius, or an over average intelligent person in any way, because I'm not. But I am intelligent enough to realize that I need help. Help to survive, help to keep the people alive. And with the help of a mysterious letter with frightening information I received after Libra's destruction, I can get it. Back then, I dismissed it as the foolish, selfish girl I was, putting it away and forgetting about it. Now I have dug it out from the bottom of my disgustingly pastel pink wardrobe and put it to the use its writer intended it. And that's why I'm sitting here in pink themed room, waiting for my vid call to L2 to be transferred. Hm, I wonder if Dorothy would be willing to help me redecorate my manor. I'm suddenly very tired of the pink theme I invested in.
Oh, the light on my vid screen is flashing. Finally! I'll write more later.
(V) Relena
V Peacecraft-Darlian
January 2 AC 197
He hasn't changed much since I last saw him. Still just about 5'9", willowy lean and tanned with that intriguing chestnut hair twined into a braid reaching past his butt, bangs shadowing his violet eyes. He isn't dressed as a priest anymore though, but is wearing simple jeans and a black polo tee, equally black sneakers adorning his feet. But he still has that friendly smile and warm handshake I was introduced to so long ago.
"Hello, Relena!" he grins at me as soon as I open the door.
I smile back, in elation and with honest pleasure at seeing him again.
"Duo," I warmly greet him, ignoring his outstretched hand in favor of giving him a hug. Judging from his expression as I release him, he wasn't expecting that. Yet, he doesn't seem to have had anything against it, because he just grabs my hand and leads me through the house to my private living room. Somehow, I'm not surprised he knows his way around my house.
We sit down at the window bench, looking out at the splendid view, choosing to wait in silence for the tea I requested earlier from Pagan. Somewhere along the line though, I can feel his eyes resting on me, a thoughtful look changing their violet depths to darker cobalt.
"What?" I teasingly say, smoothening my simple, moss green silk shirt. "Do I have something on my face?"
He chuckles silently, shaking his head.
"No," he assures me. "You're fine. I just pondered over how much you have changed. You have come a long way since that innocent, idealistic girl I once knew and pitied."
Well, you can't say he is beating around the bush. Yet, I cannot help but jump a little at his frank statement. He bows his head and shakes it before giving me a puppy dog look.
"I did it again, huh?" he hopelessly smiles. "Shinigami! This whole 'never lie' thing certainly mess things up sometimes."
I shake my head and put a comforting hand on his.
"It's nothing," I tell him. "It's the truth after all. I was all that back then after all. Was that way until recently. Besides, it's better you are told the truth than you are told a lie which will hurt you later."
He nods, a beautiful smile on his lips. Yes, beautiful. Duo Maxwell is a beautiful young man, if you haven't noticed that by now, you have to be blind. In my opinion, he has always been the most human pilot of the five. It's rather ironic he's the only one who's not.
A knock at the door alert me that Pagan has come with the tea and I call out a soft enter. Before I know it, Duo has smoothly and silently slid to his feet and is retrieving the tea from my old confidant, thanking him silently. I smile again, nodding to Pagan that it's ok. Then I walk over to help Duo set it on the table, grabbing the can to pour us a cup each. Soon, we're sitting next to each other in the couch, watching in silence once again. But before Duo breaks it, I reach for the letter I placed on the table earlier, the letter I received from G.
"Read this," I softly request. "I received this a few days after Heero destroyed the Libra. You must have questions as to why you are here when we never were particularly close before. This letter should explain it to you."
Duo gives me a curious look, but takes the letter. While he reads it through, I watch the expressions fluttering over his face, varying from surprise and anger to plain fear. Schooling his face as he finally puts it down, I can't see what he is thinking anymore, there's a guarded look in his eyes now, and I know it's up to me to assure him.
"So you know about me," he carefully says. "What are you going to do about that information?"
I smile bitterly. He's right about doubting me I guess. He doesn't know me. Just as I doesn't know him. But somehow, I believe that will change.
"I'm not planning to use this information against you in any manner," I quietly say. "The only reason I even bring this up is because I have made some realizations these past few days. About the people. About...me..."
He closes his eyes for a second, then nods, choosing to believe me for now. His eyes doesn't change though, they're still guarded against me.
"Go on," he carefully says.
Leaning back into my chair, I close my eyes as to try to speak clearer about what I must tell him.
"I never really understood any of this until recently," I softly begin. "I played my little game, lived for each day and thought I was a demigod at the least. I thought that I had finally gained peace, that war would be forgotten. Mariemeia changed this, she changed everything. She made me realize just how much I've made the people trust and depend on me. I realized what a tool I have become. She intended to use me to gain sovereign power. The sad thing is that she would have succeeded if it weren't for you Gundam pilots. And that scares me...no, that terrifies me. I don't want that kind of power, I never wanted it. So deep was the depth of my naivety."
I pause at that, not knowing how to continue. In the end though, Duo spurs me on.
"And?" he softly says, touching my shoulder in a fleeting but comforting gesture.
Taking a deep breath, I continue, finishing his sentence.
"And I've realize what a danger I am to the world," I weakly say. "I've won the people's heart. I've become their symbol of everything's that good. I'm their savior. Their happiness and well-being rise and fall with me. I don't want that. But it's too late to change now. I have to live up that image now, or our hard won victory will have been for nothing. But I cannot do that alone. I need help."
Silence fall over us again while Duo ponders what I just have told him, me sipping patiently on my tea. In the end, he laughs ruefully, flipping his braid over his shoulder.
"You have grown up, Relena," he darkly comments. "And I guess you finally understand why Heero couldn't kill you now. Your death would be devastating for the people of UEN. But what I cannot understand is, why me? It can't be just because of this letter. All the descriptions in that letter could easily fit in on any of the others. They could protect you as well as I can. Heero could protect you as well as I can."
I mutely shake my head.
"It must be you," I simply say. "And I think you know why."
A tired look enters his intriguing eyes, but he doesn't give up. He catches my eyes and look clearly into them as he speaks again.
"I will do this," he promise. "But if I'm going to do this, I'm going to have to put down some rules. No rules, no Duo the protector of peace. Do you understand?"
I nod as I expected that much. Besides, I know that the Gundam pilots never do a bad job if it can be avoided. I'm prepared to do whatever it takes to keep this world safe. He gives me a serious smile, producing a notepad and a well-bitten pen from somewhere down his waist, starting to scribble the moment he has them out. It makes me curious, but I'm not about to ask him. Our friendship is still new, and I don't want to risk it. Five minutes later, he gives me the notepad.
"These are the conditions," he flippantly says. "Take it or leave it."
I swiftly read it through before signing my name at the bottom. Judging from the text in my hands, he truly is going easy on me. Yet, I can't help but feel as if my life has been taken from my own hands as he signs his own name next to mine and put the notepad and pen away down his pants some way again. But I cannot pretend it doesn't also make me feel safe.
Relaxing now when it's all over, I give him a curious look.
"Where did you learn to write legal contracts?" I ask. "I didn't think that someone with your background would have the opportunity to do that."
He smirks and rises, stretching gracefully. I wince.
"Please don't do that again," I say in a strained voice.
An even more mischievous smirk grace his lips as he manages to arch his back so much he look like a bent parenthesis, all the while looking almost sexually enraptured. Blasted man! He may not have meant to make me queasy from the beginning, but now it's purely intentional. I sigh and absently wonder what I have gotten myself into.