Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Dear Diary: Relena's Story ❯ Chapter 2

By: stefani teee a.k.a. Koneko

© Tale Spinners inc.

Koneko-chan says!

*Nelly playing on the radio*

Stefani: *singing* And I say! It's getting hot in here! So take off all your clooooothes! *dances around wildly, oblivious of audience staring at her, sweatdropping*

Nanashi: *clears throat*

Stefani: *stops in mid-twirl* Oh… uh… ehehehe… *blushes* Um… welcome back?

Nanashi: *takes over* Read on.

Stefani: Uh… yeah… that was about what I was going to say… *mutters under her breath* But not in two words…

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Free Hours: From 7 on… (What to do, what to do…?)

That was at the very end of the jam-packed list. Heero checked the clock again, 5:15, plenty of time. He went back to his (er, her?) book. Honestly, he didn't even know what he was going to do. It had suddenly occurred to him that even if Trowa would let him live it down, surely Duo, the King of Blackmail, who he'd been forced to threaten him with physical violence (which had indeed included castration) so the destruction of the film inside Duo's camera could be carried out. He sighed, I'm going to have to do it… that idiot's sure to tell Relena. He had no wish to even know that she'd be starry-eyed for the first few seconds (because Duo would surely go for the 'good news, bad news' way of letting the cat out of the bag). Then she would have that completely crushed look for a brief moment before shrugging it off and smiling again like it was nothing. Too bad it really wouldn't be nothing to her.

October 17, AC 197

Dear Diary,

I never should've said 'yes' to the movie. Dear god, I think I'm going to drown in paper (if that is even possible). Senator Kelly has indeed been a wonderful help, taking up his end of the workload with what I could almost call cheerfulness. But still, it continues to pile up heavily on me. I swear I have absolutely no social life at all now, especially now that Prime Minister Patterson has decided to drop HIS work on me, and goes off parading his 'political manliness' as if he's the king of the world. Well, I've had the job before, and it's no picnic let me assure you. Anyway, it's too late to write much more… I've got another day of work, and eight hours of filming to go through tomorrow. 'Night Diary.

Relena Dorlian

Heero smiled, Prime Minister Patterson had been nailed for that little mistake by the press, and completely exploited, destroying his career. He also knew that the rest of the workload had been piled on the new Prime Minister Bradford, who was still completely enamored with his new position and was working blissfully at his work. Well, Relena had more than deserved it.

October 31, AC 197

Dear Diary,

Guess what? I, Relena Peacecraft Dorlian, age 17, went out for Hallowe'en! Can you believe this of me, Diary? And you would never believe the costume I was wearing. Dolled up in a casino bunny costume, face well-masked of course, I looked stunning, if I must say so myself. Too bad it's hell to walk around the neighborhood in those stiletto heels and fishnet tights. I personally think Hallowe'en comes too late in the year. It should be moved to one of the summer months so we don't have to hide our costumes beneath our winter jackets. It's ridiculous. Anyway, I got CANDY! I know it might sound silly, but I found it amazingly fun. I hardly ever got to do this when I was a kid, owning to the fact that I was racketing around the world (as well as through space, but we won't go there). But it was fun. I went out with, get this, Trowa! And Midii of course. She is as pretty as Trowa's short, clipped statements hinted at. Roy came too of course, and hell, he looked sexy in his role as Rhett Butler.

I LOVE HALLOWE'EN! Or at least, I did until we came home and Duo and Hilde joined us, carting along an impossibly huge collection of horror movies. I don't think I've ever been that scared in my LIFE! I may be seventeen, but no one, especially a girl who is horribly afraid of anything with violin strings jittering nervously, can watch the Shining without screaming at every little noise in the house. And mind you, this is a BIG house… eugh. 'Night… I think…

Relena Dorlian

Heero laughed out loud. She might've stared down the evilest of politicians with that stony glance of hers. She might've stared death in the face more often than he could count. And she might've been strong enough to handle losing everyone but her friends… but she could NOT handle a single horror movie. He remembered that night. It had been the first time in ten months that she'd ever called him, scared half out of her wits, asking what to do when she was sure there were people creeping outside her house ready to come after her with an ax. He'd gone over and played comforting chauffeur as he drove her to Dorothy's, thoroughly creeped-out of her wits.

November 29, AC 197

Dear Diary,

We're almost done filming! It seems impossible to put together a movie in this (relatively) short amount of time, but the movie's almost done! All there is left is a few more scenes and bits of cutting and editing, and then we're through! Then I'll be back to my humdrum life in the office. Blah. Oh well… it is cold out. I am currently bundled up in a blanket, sitting on my desk and writing this. Life is going quite well as it is…. Therefore there is not much to write about. But oh, I love it when life is like this… when there really is no event that is being taken place and I feel I could just walk into the sunset without anything to drag me back. Of course that never really happens, but a girl can dream, can't she?

We went out for dinner tonight, Cathrine, Dorothy, Hilde and I, and it was like we were just another four girls of the populace and we had a splendid time being 'normal'. I must say, it was such fun to actually split the bill, and laugh as the waitress who we asked to split it stared at us, and some of our obviousness of aristocracy (i.e. Dorothy's oh-so-gorgeous promise ring), shrugged and walked away, remarking something that sounded like "slumming".

And then we tramped out in all our winter jackets, gloves, and boots, and had a wonderfully spontaneous snowball fight in the park, which was already lit up with dozens of lights as it was already quite dark, and had a grand time. Then we went for several cups of cocoa, and then we all went home. I don't think my poor fingers will ever thaw…

'Night Diary,

Relena Darlian

He couldn't help but smile… she had to act older than her age to make sure the world of politics respected her, and treated her as an equal and not as a little girl. But when she was around her friends, there really was no need to act as solemn as she must seem on the podium, and she really did like to have fun… carnivals, teddy bears, snowball fights… All the things that didn't seem so much like what a grown-up girl like she should like, but which could be perfect wonderlands when around friends. He wondered, if he were to go to see her later today… what would he do? No one would ever go far to assume he was a good conversationalist, and most of the others that she had befriended over the years of the old 'Gundam Boys and Co.' were those who she could actually carry a decent conversation with. He was always the one who appeared when she was in trouble, and leaving her the moment she was out of it. Usually that did not spark up much of a romance. But then, none of them were of the usual kind. Perhaps that made a difference.

December 25, AC 197

Dear Diary,

CHRISTMAS! It's Christmas! And it was one of the best in my entire life. Mother was there, but only for a little while… I've grown so distant from Mother, it's almost frightening. We love each other still… that's beyond a doubt, but I know she still disapproves of the politician I've become… she always wanted me to be a lady, like her. And in her mind, a girl who dabbles in politics like a man can never be a lady. Traditional, slightly sexist, but my mother. She left after only a short while, and then the friends trooped in. All of them. It was a wonderful party because that was what it was. A party. Not a gala, not a ball, just a party. I also managed, through much devious skill both of mine, and Hilde's, worked it through so as to snag Cathrine a dance with one of Roy's (straight) friends. She looked quite blissed out if I much say so myself.

And there were presents! Pretty, pretty presents!

(Picture of Chibi-Relena dancing around boxes and boxes and boxes of brightly wrapped presents, and a Christmas tree in the background along with the rest of the old 'Gundam Boys and Co.', chibi-fied of course.)

Hilde gave me a duck!

He blinked. A duck? As in a real one? It wouldn't be impossible considering her paramour. The next line reassured him somewhat.

It's not a real one of course, it's one of the most adorable stuffed animals I have ever seen. But that doesn't matter… it's still one of the most adorable things I have ever seen. Duo gave me a teddy. Not a stuffed animal this time, but a silk teddy, the kind you find in Victoria's Secret. Apparently, it was also a joint present between the two of them to me, Hilde who picked it out (the vixen!) and Duo who provided the credit card for it (I think he might've broke down sobbing when he got the receipt). Apparently, they think my oh-so-big seduction scene with Heero while filming (what was it, half a year ago? Less?) was a start of my sneaking into his apartment (he lives in an apartment?) and waiting for him in his bed. Um… no. My plans (if I have any of course! *bats eyelashes innocently*) don't run that high into the exotic. But then again, they might… I wouldn't know. I haven't really tried to seduce a guy yet, have I? And if I have, it was done completely without my knowing it. Heero and I-yes he was there too-got quite a few strange looks from everyone. I think Brother might have developed a hernia over it. I don't think his respect for a fellow soldier stretches far enough to allow that selfsame soldier to bed his baby sister without putting a ring on her finger. Then again, knowing him, he wouldn't be okay with it even if there was a ring on my finger. Not that I want to get married yet. I don't. That way lies much fighting over the bathroom in the morning, much grumbling over who does the dishes or the laundry or… wait, that doesn't apply to me, does it?

He raised an eyebrow, before he realized that she wasn't being stuck-up or spoiled, she was just be extremely blunt and stating a fact.

Ah, I'm making a dunce of myself writing this. It's Christmas night, it's late, and I'm sleepy. It was a wonderful day.

Relena Darlian

P.S. I got a necklace tonight Diary, from Heero. It's the same as the one in the movie I starred in, nicely symbolic. I love it. Guess he's not much of the flowers and chocolate type guy. But then, he wouldn't be Heero then would he?

He remembered that necklace, giving it to her, watching nervously as she unwrapped it… wondering if she would like it, if she would get his meaning. Apparently she had because her face just lighted up and she smiled, delightedly, as if it were the first of its kind that she'd ever seen before, instead of already having worn its twin on the big screen.

She'd been happy. And she'd made him feel like he was king of the world with that smile. But only for that moment… he had still been a danger to her, he'd been doing a favor for Preventers and stumbled upon something ugly, and there had been an old vendetta involved. It hadn't been safe, so he'd slipped away. The last thing he'd wanted was to have the fight brought to the Peacecraft home where everyone was having a good time.

But all that had been long cleared up since then, even before the beginning of January. He was nothing if not efficient.

January 21, AC 197

Dear Diary,

Busy, busy, busy… work, so much work. Maybe I'm lazy, maybe I've just gotten used to having the movie as an excuse to do a little less work. But everything's back to the way it was before now, and it's all papers, papers, papers, briefings, meetings… the who shebang. Ah well, what can I say? Welcome to the life of the teenaged politician. Not much else I can scrounge up about my day to write about. The most eventful thing that happened was the fact that my Mont Blanc pen finally (and I mean finally broke) and I had a perfect excuse to go back to using a perfectly normal ballpoint pen.

Relena Darlian

P.S. Busy, busy, busy…

That was the last entry in the entire book, and the rest was just pages and pages of blank white. He shook his head. There hadn't been anything in there that could tell him a thing of what to do for her for Valentine's Day… and Duo and Hilde must've known it. They'd given him the book not because of that, but to make him remember just how he felt about her, all those different feelings she conjured up in him when he was around her. In the beginning, they had confused him. Now, they reassured him.

And now he really did want to see her again, not because he had to in order to keep Duo off his case, but because he wanted to. He wanted to see her smile, he wanted to watch her laugh, and be happy, especially on a day such as this.

He looked out his window, and at the metropolis outside, made up entirely out of human ingenuity, to have built these cities in the vastness of space. This was L1, and she was here in the colony, right at this moment. He went for his phone. He went for her number.

It rang twice before she picked up, and she sounded breathless. "Hello?" she asked, as if power walking down a street. Which she probably was in fact, he had dialed her cell phone.

"Relena?"

She didn't say anything for a moment and when she spoke up again the surrounding sounds had disappeared. "Heero?"

"Yeah."

"Been a while hasn't it? Something wrong?"

He fidgeted. He, Heero Yuy, fidgeted with the phone cord. "No… nothing wrong but you see… today… I mean…" he lapsed into silence, completely perplexed about what next to say.

She was quiet for a moment, before she answered, a sunny laughter in her voice, "You on L1? At home I presume?"

"Yeah." At least here was something he could answer.

"So am I… on L1 I mean, but I'm sure you've already guessed that."

"Yeah." God he needed to think up some other way of answering! But what else could he have managed to say in this situation?

He felt tongue-tied. And he didn't like it.

"Want to meet up somewhere? Coffee maybe?"

It was now or never…

"I had a different idea in mind."

"Oh?"

"Where are you… right now I mean?"

"Right now? Well… in a coatroom actually… otherwise I wouldn't have been able to hear a thing you said."

"Meeting?"

"Meeting." She confirmed with a sigh, "At the main government building. Aren't I always?"

"You'll be off at… seven?"

"Yes… why am I not surprised you know?" she asked rhetorically. It was an obvious answer. He was Heero Yuy. It was as simple as that.

"Are you… doing anything after?"

"Nope. Free for the day," she replied cheerfully, "I'm off to mope over my oh-so-gorgeous gold teddy, which has no one to reveal itself to. Unless you have something else to suggest?"

They both knew quite well that she was not talking about a teddy bear.

He gulped inaudibly at her flippant way of throwing her words, "Well, I don't think it'll be making an appearance tonight if you want to go along with what I'm planning… can I see you after you meeting?"

"You're always welcome to… what do you want to do?"

"It's a secret."

"Oh bother. You say this to me right before my important meeting? I'll be preoccupied over it for the next hour or so, you do know this right?"

A ghost of a smile appeared on his face, "Yeah, right. I'll see you then?"

"All right… bye for now."

He stood there for a long time after she had hung up listening to the beeping of the phone that signified the other person had disconnected.

She said YES!

He snapped out of the daze he'd meandered himself into, and concentrated entirely on the one fact. There was not much time to prepare the half-designed plan inside his head. There were steps to be taken… he ran to his bedroom, wasting several minutes to change and to make a futile attempt at putting his hair into some semblance of order. Then, keys in hand, he dashed out the door.

He then sheepishly returned, picked up his wallet from beside the small fish tank, glared at goldfish, which was staring at him with a dumbfounded look on its face, and then walked back out.

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WAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! Yay! I'm almost done! One more chapter, and this fic will be over! Ugh, writing diary entries for all those days was hard enough… it would have gone on forever if I had decided to write one for every single day. I think I would be likely to scream of frustration now, and no one would blame me, isn't that right? It was a shorter chapter than the one previous, and the next one just might turn out to be the same length as this one if not shorter, but… doesn't really matter does it? The end will come sooner if not later.

Blarg, I should be working on a project right now… but I don't want to. The world of fanfiction is so much more important. Such priorities I have, hm?