Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Hating a Phoenix ❯ Chapter 1.0 ( Chapter 1 )

Hating a Phoenix

By Firey_Angelwings

**Hey guys! I've been working on this for quite a while, and I'm finally ready to get this story off the ground! I hope you enjoy it, but hit me back with ANY feedback, (good or bad) advice, etc…I appreciate it all!

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing, or anything that this fan fiction resembles. This story is solely for entertainment, and I will not make anything out of writing it, etc…

Rain amuses her.  How it keeps falling, never stopping until the storm is over. She could sit at my balcony for hours, just…watching the rain. But really, the rain is a lot like her inner self, slowly dripping away…her emotions, her virtues, her love, her life.

Relena silently reflected on her life. No, she had no resentment of her career, she never wished that she was somewhere else. Every day, in each meeting, Relena grew stronger from what she put up with. She liked having some control over matters, she liked the admiring, respectful stares she received, and welcomed the intimidating, hard-eyed stares of others. Her views on peace had evolved through her experience, adapted through the situations, conformed to the state of the Earth Sphere United Nation. No longer did the 18 year old preach about pacifism, and force others to lay down their weapons. Now, Relena left the decision to each individual. Her life had taught her that everyone in her world had to have the strength that she did, to have the strength to want peace. The people wanted her to speak to them on the world affairs, but Relena was no longer the glue that held the Earth and colonies together. They could do that on their own. The Foreign Minister's mission was complete.

Relena stepped out onto her balcony, and let the rain run down her curved, slender body. She stood there for a moment, savoring the refreshing touch of the liquid. Then, she threw her head back and laughed. Laughed at where she was now, how tomorrow, yes tomorrow, Relena Dorlain would be free.  She was done, had had enough. And now that she had done what she was supposed to do, Relena was leaving this cold existence behind. This place, where she lived in wonder over many people.

Thoroughly soaked, Relena stepped back into her chambers, and headed for the bathroom to change her clothes. She returned in a silvery, satin nightgown. She sat in bed, under the covers, and went over a pile of index cards. 15 minutes later Relena turned out her light, and the room was filled with the sounds of quiet, even breathing.

All was peaceful inside, but outside, unseen by any human, a pair of tormented eyes watched. The eyes were intense, yet still. And the voice that went with those eyes sighed. He thought she didn't know what was coming, but she did.

Heero stood in a place he had stood many times before. He waited for the same person as everybody else in the large hall, and the billions of viewers watching. Relena Dorlain. She had something important to address to the world and colonies. Her last speech. Perfect.

His thoughts were interrupted by a sudden applause. The object of his thoughts was striding purposefully towards the podium.

Relena reached the podium, and took a sip of water, waiting for the applause to die down. He was there, like he always was. She could feel him. Wonderful. Then, she spoke,

“I have called this broadcast for an important announcement. I don't want to keep all of my listeners wondering, therefore, I will say my first priority.”

Her eyes flicked from side to side. Relena took a deep breath.

“I am now resigning from my position as Minister of Foreign Affairs. My reasons for this decision are personal, mostly. However, my largest point and goal from this step is to strengthen and finish the situation of peace our world is now living in.  Many persons have told me that my being here holds peace together. That by my speeches and addresses, the world is dependent on my support. Well, I'm proving them wrong.”

She had eye contact with everyone in the room. There had been a wave of gasps upon her announcement, but she needed to justify her position.

“I believe that pacifism is impossible to be brought about by a single individual. All people are equal, and every citizen of Earth, the colonies, and the Mars project have to bring peace to reality. And you have been extremely successful.  My role, if anything, was perhaps to act as a guide. Well, we have reached the destination, and a guide is no longer needed.”

Relena paused, and she could see a sense of uncertainty in her audience. All the better.

“And if I am holding the peace together, and if it all falls apart, I will have failed in my mission, and my work will have been for nothing. So, my worthy audience, take on your mission now, and show me, no, show everyone that you are worthy of this peace we live in now. What say you?”

This was a moment of judgment, truth. Then, slowly, every member of the audience stood, and clapped. And kept on clapping.

Relena tipped her head forward, let some of her dark, honey blonde hair fall over her face. She knew what was coming.

And it came. She suddenly felt hot, then dizzy. Then an acute, pulsing throb blossomed on her chest. Without looking down, Relena touched a hand to her heart.  Her knees gave out from under her, and as she fell, the ex-Minister saw her blood on her fingertips. And all she thought was:

`What a beautiful colour, this red, crimson.' Then, darkness.

Heero was outside by then, his gun replaced. His closed face revealed no emotion. He made a mental note to put another bullet in his gun. And as he mounted his motorcycle and drove off, Heero whispered,

“Mission complete.”

The mansion was completely silent. Its occupants were seated in front of a large television screen.  A special live coverage was being played.

A dark-haired woman let out a strangled sob, and covered her face with her hands, to hide her tears. Milliardo Peacecraft turned his head to look at Noin.  When she kept crying, he chided her softly,

“Cut that out, Lucrezia. I can't hear.” He turned back to the television, which was broadcasting Relena Dorlain's funeral. Noin was enraged, and tried to form words. Milliardo checked his watch.

“How can you say that!? I cannot believe that you are showing no sadness over the death of your sister and only relative. She was so wonderful. You are not a person at all! She was so unselfish and giving, and now she is dead for it. Oh, Miss Relena…” Noin resumed her former state.

Milliardo simply chuckled to himself. His handsome face then resumed a serious look. Once again he checked his watch. Then, his expression lit up. A glowing smile pasted itself to his face. Noin looked at his in sad disgust.

He simply got up and walked out of the room.

The man walked at a leisurely pace to his front door. Then, without even looking through the window, he pulled it open. A figure in a leather jacket stood there. The black leather stood out against the red earth of Mars.

Without words, Milliardo simply opened his arms, and the tall, slim figure stepped into his embrace. He closed the door with his foot. And he clutched tightly at the person who meant the most to him. Over and over again, he repeated his sister's name, as she hugged him back.

     Relena stood in the adjoining bathroom to the set of chambers her brother had prepared for her. She was clothed in only her bra and underwear.      Slowly, almost hesitantly, the woman reached her delicate hand to her eyes. She carefully removed her contact lenses. When she looked up at the mirror again, her reflection revealed smoldering, fiery red eyes.

     She then reached for a special towel. Relena wet it and roughly brought it over her face. She repeated the harsh movement for five minutes. Once done, her cheekbones were more defined, her face free of any semblance of baby fat.  Her forehead was higher, and her jaw set, yet perfectly delicate. Relena picked up the towel and threw it in the garbage. It was covered with face shaping clay. But the most obvious discerning feature was her pale, pale, petal-smooth skin.

     Relena rubbed the shampoo all over her head, using liberal amounts. The water then streamed over her hair, washing away all the suds. As it did so, the runoff water turned a deep, dark gold. Relena rinsed her hair until the water ran clear once again.

     She stood once again in front of the bathroom mirror. Relena was dressed in a loose, low-backed slip to sleep in. She flipped her head over, and used her hairdryer on the damp hairs. When she was done, Relena flipped her head over. What was seen now was a glittery silvery, sortof bluish platinum mane, that fell over her shoulders in large waves.

     Relena now took the chance that she had never taken for many years, to look over her true appearance. Her gaze stopped at the healing bullet wound over her heart. She frowned. Then, Relena walked over to her folded clothes, and removed a small object from her pants pocket. It was a bullet, spent. She held it in her palm for a minute, just reflecting. Relena then placed it on the sink top, and stared at herself. Then she spoke.

   “Goodbye, Heero.”

     Noin was in a complete frenzy of confusion. One moment, she was crying over the death of a dear friend of hers, watching her funeral on the news, then the next, that friend arrives on her doorstep. What's more,  Milliardo seemed to know everything all along! She didn't know whether to be falling to her knees in joy, or biting his head off for keeping her out of the loop.

   “Milliardo, I need an explanation for this whole thing, right now!!!”

     He turned back to her, smiled that rakish smile of his.

   “All in the morning, Lu. It's too late now. Besides, we need Relena for a complete explanation, and she's exhausted.”

     Noin sighed in resignation. In the morning, she told herself. In the morning.

     Relena was staring out her window. She loved the red earth of Mars. She promised herself that she would go exploring tomorrow. She smiled, and then closed her curtains.

     She stretched her arms far over her head, while walking toward her bed.  Relena arched her back, and then contracted her back muscles in an odd way. Suddenly, huge, white wings sprouted from her back. To tell the truth, they were identical to those on the Wing Zero Custom. The only difference was that each feather was tipped with a small, bluish-reddish flame.  Her wings were folded, yet they still grazed the floor.

     Relena threw herself onto her bed, covering herself with the blanket.  She murmured,

   “Finally”, to herself, then fell into a deep sleep.

     She had not noticed her brother peeking at her protectively through the door. He acted as though there was nothing out of the ordinary. Milliardo smiled, then shut the door, and let his winged sister sleep.

END CHAPTER 1

***Wow! That was exhausting! It took a good 2 hours, though I have it all planned out.  Once again, feedback (of any kind) is absolutely wonderful. After all, this story is for you, so try to make it yours with advice. I would like to note that no, this is not simply a `Relena runs away' fic. It is going really deep, I promise you. I have a basic outline for the plot. I'm also planning on grazing some of the other relationships in Gundam Wing. Development on HYxRP will be slow, but WORTH IT!!! Write me!!!