Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Ironic ❯ Quirk of Fate ( Chapter 3 )

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Ironic Chapter III - Quirk Of Fate

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Relena's eyes fluttered open, the sunlight nearly blinding her as its warm rays beamed upon her. A jolt of weakness and pain racked through her body, and she found it hard to even lift a finger. She tried raising her hand up, but she felt a strong, warm…something tugging it.

She tried jerking it off of her again, and tried getting up. Then her heart nearly jumped for joy as she saw her soldier sleeping by her bedside, faithfully never letting go of her hand.

She looked around, and saw the tubes and large machines surrounding her bed.

"Did I overdose on those pills? But how? I only took…one dose…or two…maybe three…I really can't remember," she thought abstractedly.

The memories of the previous night came flying back to her.

"Can't you see? I don't love you anymore, Heero, I just don't…" She looked up to him, seeing the hurt in his eyes. She didn't want to hurt him like that, but it was the only way.

It was too late when she realized she was inflicting pain upon herself…

"…Maybe it wasn't even love I felt for you then…I was fifteen, and stupid…we're all stupid when we're fifteen aren't we?" She smiled bitterly at him, giving him the treatment he gave to her.

"Oh God…what have I done?"

A few minutes after Heero left, she sat on her seat, carrying her head on her hands, crying quietly. She attempted to dry the tears and stifle the cries, but nothing could stop that.

…Except him…

She suddenly remembered the Colonel's surprising but sincere marriage proposal a few days ago. She hasn't told anyone about it, and especially wouldn't mention anything to Heero. He was furious about the Colonel's interest in her already.

"I…told him it was my diplomatic duty to marry…and he was a rather suitable match…"

"I don't know what to do…what to do," she said out aloud, picking up a soft tissue from her tissue box.

'This is upsetting me…I think…I'll think about it tomorrow…" She wiped her tears away with the tissue, and pulled the right hand drawer open.

She reached for the sleeping pills.

"Relena…" His voice broke her out of her reverie.

"Heero…" She tugged at her hand once more, motioning for him to let it go. He had this rather reluctant look on his face that she could not read, for it was too vague to distinguish. He let go of her hand a few seconds later.

"Why did you do it?"

"Do what?" She asked, almost abruptly.

"Try to kill yourself."

"I did not try to kill myself!"

"Then…what are you doing here?" He demanded.

She looked away. "I don't know."

"Tell me the truth."

Her gaze lowered down on the sheets, remaining distant. He quickly grabbed her hand again, causing her to face him.

"I must have overdosed. Accidentally…"

"That's not the whole story."

"I did not commit a crime! Why are you interrogating me like I'm a crook?" She retorted, feeling weak, and extremely exhausted.

His eyes softened. "I'm only concerned with what happened last night. Please…"

Her eyes closed for a minute, opening a few moments later. He deserved to know.

"A few days ago, Colonel Rodriguez offered a marriage proposal…I felt it was rude to decline, and imprudent to consent, I just told him our marriage would do good for both of our careers…"

Jealousy was evident in his eyes. "Why didn't you tell me?"

Her jaw clenched.

"Why would I?"

He took a deep breath. He promised himself he would try to remain as patient as possible. "Never mind that… Go on."

"Our fight last night upset me…I thought I could deal with it the next day, so I reached for the sleeping pills. I saw your laptop and figured you would be back to pick it up…I didn't want to deal with you or anyone… I wanted to sleep, shut my problems away, even for just one night. A few minutes later, I never felt any effect…I kept on taking them, and took two doses…I can't remember what happened from that point on."

"But why did you take them?"

"I was exasperated…and confused, Heero."

"You didn't have to talk to me."

"I knew you wouldn't talk…I just didn't know how to deal with you, hell even look at you and…Those eyes…"

He felt this aching pain tighten in his chest.

"Did you mean what you said to me?"

"What did I say?"

"That you didn't love me anymore, or not even at all."

Her eyebrows wrinkled even more. "Why do we always have to go back on this?"

"Because…I have to know..."

"You have to know? You have to know?" She took a deep breath in disbelief.

"You have deprived me of what I needed to know…one time you're cold and distant, the next time you're begging me to decline those marriage proposals! And yet…you've never told me why you've acted that way…" She retorted angrily.

"You don't understand…"

"Here we go with the not understanding part again…if you wish to proceed with that, I'm afraid that I'm going to have to ask you to leave my room…" She buried her head in her cold hands.

"What you don't understand is that…" He started, as she removed her head from her hands and glared at him.

"I have feelings for you…expressing this is by far the biggest obstacle I've ever had to overcome…"

His words brought her to tears, but it caused her to smile faintly as well.

"Are you sure you mean that?"

"Let me rephrase that."

Her smile diminished. She expected him to tell her he was only joking.

"I love you, Relena Peacecraft."

He placed his hand on the side of her face and gingerly guided it to meet his lips. Their noses touched, and they suddenly felt like inexperienced teenagers who haven't been kissed. Their lips finally met, and started out tender, but deepened as it grew longer. He hoped for it to be the first of many.

When they parted, her smile was restored, and if possible, brightened much more.

"I simply…don't know what to say…"

"Just tell me…did you mean what you said?"

She buried her face on the crook of his neck, and instantly coiled her arms around it.

"I didn't mean to hurt you…I just figured…that maybe if I wasn't so desperate, then you would want me…"

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, before resuming what she wished to say.

"You know I love you so…"

He put his arm on her lower back, squeezing the side of her slender waist gently.

"Say it again," he whispered dreamily in her sweet-smelling hair.

"You know I love you so," she repeated again, eager to say it again if he wished.

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Quatre awoke tiredly, feeling something that was wrapped around his arm. He tilted his head down to see the occupant of the adjacent chair that was leaning on his shoulder.

'Last night didn't last forever…'

His mind soared back to yesterday night's events…

"About our talk a while ago…" She started hesitantly, trying to prevent that peculiar silence between them.

"Must we talk about it?" He squirmed touchily.

"You have the right to know the truth…"

"But I don't know whether I should believe you or not because apparently those "truths" you've been telling me, have no actual truth to them!"

"You don't understand how difficult it is--…"

"I know you, Dorothy. You're manipulative and you could do whatever you want in three easy steps."

She was left speechless. She realized how much she has hurt him, and how that distress made him change the way he thought of her.

"I don't want to be the fool anymore, Dorothy," he added, frustrated.

"I don't care if you no longer want to see me again, just please listen to whatever I wish to say."

"If you've always lied to me then, why should I bother listening now?"

"Please…" She asked pleadingly.

He huffed impatiently, giving up. "All right then."

"I know that I'm a scheming, manipulative…bitch, I could do whatever I want, whenever I want, and I always ask for something in return…But you changed everything…You taught me kindness was something that did exist in the world, and that one can love another unconditionally, and it has changed everything," she then hesitated.

"I always was in love with you, and I always will be, no association, or person can change that," she finished.

He grinned, taking a few steps closer to her. "That's all I needed to know…"

"Now tell me, what will happen to us now?" She asked naively, wondering why he was grinning, and in such a way she remembered how he smiled boyishly like that a long time ago.

"I guess…we should…kiss and make up?"

She smirked deviously.

"Good idea."

She moved first, entrancing her lips to his wanting to savor the feel of it once more. She kissed him feverishly, locking her arms around his neck, and he responded by putting his arms around her, reacting willingly.

She pulled back teasingly, and he gave her a worried look.

"I've forgotten to ask for your forgiveness," she said, boring holes into his eyes.

"Forgiven…and forgotten if only you promise to let me…" He trailed off.

"Let you what?"

"Let me take care of you for the rest of your life…I still have that ring you know…"

She pulled her right hand away from his neck to trace his features with her finger. "I thought you threatened to throw a diamond ring into the ocean?"

"I couldn't do it…I just hoping that maybe someday you would knock on my door and profess your undying love to me…" He chuckled.

"Ah…wishful thinking…" She replied, smiling with him.

"I'm really sorry you know…I truly am…I never did expect you to forgive me so easily…not after I hurt you terribly," she spoke sincerely, pushing his hair away from his face.

"I didn't either…"

"You must excuse my inability to tell the truth…and my incapability of expressing love so easily…"

"I completely understand…honestly I do…"

"I nearly wanted to kill myself when I realized I had to set out into the world without you…You see, Quatre…I'm so in love with you…I can't even see straight…it feels like a dream…tell me it isn't…"

"Of course it isn't a dream…I will always be here, dream or not…Like I said…I'm willing to move on…and forget the past…the war has rid you of everything…and I can't let you lose what you have left…you can't just let any remnant of war, and your grandfather's association take that away from you…you have your own life to live…"

"Of all women in the world…why did you have to fall in love with such a thorny woman, Quatre? She has lied…and stabbed you once before…and questioned your ideals…"

"Every rose has its thorns, Dorothy…and of all the roses in the world, I guess I picked the thorniest, but I love her anyway…" Her lips began to quiver slightly, and her eyes became terribly hazy.

He picked up her left hand that remained around his neck and proceeded to look at the ring finger. He ran his thumb across it and left it on her ring finger.

"Now let's see…something's missing…"

"It's too soon…we can't just pick up from where we left…It's been so long…it has been too painful…"

"So much time has been taken away…I don't want to wait around any longer…"

"Are you sure you're still in love with me? Didn't you have any others?" She asked him, pulling away her left hand hesitantly.

"No, there were none…"

"You were my first, Quatre…and…my only…"

He grinned in triumph…nothing sounded more relieving…all these years he expected a marriage announcement of Dorothy Catalonia to some pompous noble or diplomat.

"My sisters have set me up on dates…a hell of a lot of them…I just found myself measuring them up to you…"

"It's so hard to fall for someone when your heart was already taken by someone else…"

"Yes, that's true…"

She enclosed his waist with her long arms and rested her cheek on his shoulder, rocking her body sideways in an almost lulled state. He responded by enveloping her into his embrace.

"What are you thinking about?" He asked, noticing her detached condition.

"Just what will happen to us from this point on?" She responded quietly, still not looking at him.

"We'll just have to wait and see, I guess…"

"What will your family say…what harm it would do to my profession?"

"Only time can tell, Dorothy…"

"Now I'm afraid we're being too selfish…I'm being too selfish…"

He took a hand away from her body, and moved it to her chin, raising it up to meet his face.

"You were once that selfish girl, Dorothy…you're too selfish to give happiness… and us a chance," he whispered hoarsely, taking his hand away and putting it around her body again.

"But I do want it…I want us to regain the happiness I threw away carelessly…I just want to be rational and think of the consequences that could happen…"

"The hell with everything," he muttered.

"No matter what happens, I'm satisfied with what we had tonight…"

"I just wish tonight would last forever…" He closed his eyes, touching her forehead with his, pressing his body against hers.

"If irony betrays us, we will have to let it be…we shall part away with no hard feelings, and set out to the paths we are destined to take…separately…and let it go…" she accented on the word separately, as if she knew it was going to happen already. Only she knew she wished irony never existed.

…But it did…and it still does…

He pulled back away and opened his eyes, terrified of what she just said, trying to meet her gaze.

"You will remember me…and the love I feel for you, Dorothy…promise me that…"

She ran the back of her fingers down his face. "Of course I will…of course… you know that I will never forget…and I will never forget what I feel and what I always will feel for you…"

"If only circumstances were different…"

"We have to hold on what we have while we still have it…hold me…just for tonight," she said tiredly.

She wrapped her arm around him again and leaned against his chest, closing her eyes and yawning softly. He felt her slanted weight and moved both of them on the waiting benches on the hall of the hospital. He promised himself he would admire and watch over her that night, but he felt his eyelids tug down on him heavily…

Last night seemed so much like a dream…a satisfying…yet melancholic dream…

Everything was admitted…only to be taken away…

It seemed so much like a final goodbye…

…Still, he can't let it all go…

He sat still, and took her cold hand. He looked at her keenly, musing at how harmless she looked while sleeping…but ironically, her harmless, sleeping form was so much like a dormant creature, hibernating. When the being was awake, it was something utterly different. She was crude, conceited, and haughty.

He himself new that.

Even though the conceit was only skin deep.

The feelings within were much different…only he could understand that…

She saw no reason to hide anything from him.

'How can you expect me to let it all go Dorothy?' He thought sadly, wishing conditions weren't so difficult.

"But what you understand…is that I never let go…and because of that I never can," he uttered, squeezing her hand tightly.

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