Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Missing Her ❯ Threads to My Heart ( Chapter 11 )

Disclaimer: I do not own and did not create Gundam Wing, any of the characters, or the poem Special World by Sheelagh Lennon. I wish I did, because then I could control the minds of the youth of the world and become sole dictator of earth… LOL

 

Missing Her

By keywi kitty

 

Chapter 11

Threads to My Heart

 

“Relena!” Heero shouted, chasing after her. “RELENA!”

 

He didn't get there fast enough, and the woman he loved slammed the door to her room in his face, her silent sobs finally becoming audible. He reached for the doorknob and found she had locked it. He sighed, mentally beating himself senseless, and leaned against the door.

 

“Relena?” he called through, hoping she'd answer. She didn't. She only continued to cry.

 

Zechs showed up a few moments later, to see Heero waiting at her door and hear her sobs. He stood, stunned and not knowing what to do. Lucrezia had been right, he had had a part in this disaster, and now it began to tear at him. Heero looked over at Zechs.

 

“She's locked the door.”

 

Zechs nodded.

 

“Relena?” Zechs called softly through the door. There was no answer. The two looked guiltily at each other. It was one of the most important days in their lives, and somehow it had started alright, only to go further and further downhill as the moments wore on. Downhill to this.

 

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“Well, that could've gone better.” Sally muttered to herself as she collapsed on a chair in Wufei's room. Her long skirt fell over the side and billowed just above the floor.

 

“Indeed.” Wufei agreed, holding the handkerchief Sally had given him to his nose, the bleeding finally coming to a stop. “Perhaps next time Zechs will remember this.”

 

Sally groaned. Zechs?

 

“Well you know that Heero didn't help the situation.” Sally told him. Wufei looked over at her.

 

“He was provoked, by Zechs.” Wufei argued. Sally couldn't believe what she was hearing. That was probably why she was gaping at him for a moment or two, before finding her voice once more.

 

“And Zechs was provoked, by him.” Sally replied. “What are we doing? This isn't about whose fault it is. They were both complete asses. This is about Relena's wedding and salvaging it so she doesn't have a complete breakdown.” Wufei huffed at her reply. Sally took off one of her shoes and chucked it at him, hitting him even as he tried to dodge.

 

“Alright, alright.” Wufei muttered. “She's been waiting for this day ever since she met Heero, it's not as if she can't wait a few more days.” he pouted. Sally glared at him.

 

“She can't! With a mess like this?”

 

“It's not like it's the end of the world.” Wufei said. Sally just stared up at him and sighed, worry and a stiff determination clearly present in her eyes. That's just it though, she thought, for her, it is.

 

“We have to help her.” Sally told him. Wufei took the handkerchief away from his nose, examining it for a moment before he stuck a finger beneath it; just to be sure it had stopped bleeding. Content with the fact that his bloody nose was ended, but still feeling pain, he handed the handkerchief back to Sally. She held it in her hand, her face distorted as she stared down at it. “Uh, Wufei… I don't want this.” Sally said, pushing it back into his hand.

 

“Well, I don't need it anymore.” Wufei told her.

 

“Then put it in the laundry bag.” she replied. Wufei's eyebrows shot up. Laundry bag? “What are we going to do about the wedding?” she asked.

 

“Well,” Wufei began, searching for the bag. He checked in the closet, bathroom, under the bed, in the table drawers, in the dresser, and under all the furniture. “We have to get Zechs and Heero to stop fighting for at least half an hour for the ceremony.”

 

“And we'll have to find a way to get Relena to leave her room.” Sally added. Wufei glanced up at her.

 

“You think she'll really lock herself up in her room?” he asked. Sally stared at him.

 

“After this? Who wouldn't?” she replied after a moment. Wufei shook his head. He'd never understand women. Unbeknownst to him, Sally was thinking much the same.

 

“When we get married, we're going to have a small wedding.” Wufei mumbled. That sparked Sally's interest, and she tilted her head to the side in thought. A small wedding…

 

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“Tell me about it.”

 

“Well, it's like this: I've been in love with this guy forever. I can't remember a single time from before I knew him. I love him with all my heart, but…”

 

“But?”

 

“He drives me completely insane, Trowa. I'm trying so hard not to walk up to him and beat him to a pulp.” Relena confessed. Trowa watched her carefully. Hey, she may be a pacifist, but that doesn't mean she can't pack quite a punch.

 

“Hmmm… Interesting.” Trowa said, sighing as he leaned back in the leather recliner in Relena's bedroom.

 

“And it's not just him, it's Zechs too.” Relena groaned. “They should've known doing that would hurt me, and not done it.” Trowa nodded.

 

“That was pretty stupid of them.” he agreed.

 

“What do I do now?” Relena asked, sitting up and looking at Trowa for an answer. Her long blond hair fell down at her sides and in front of her face, obscuring Trowa's view. Her eyes grew teary as she waited for him to say something, but he didn't. What could he say?

 

“I don't know.” he finally answered. A single tear streamed down Relena's cheek. “Do you still want to marry him?”

 

“I-” Relena tried to answer. She really did, but it stung. She felt as though her heart had been torn from her chest, on the one day she shouldn't have had to worry. She felt a sudden need to take Quatre's approach, and wondered where the nearest pub was… “I don't know.”

 

She fell back on the bed again, grabbing the pillow and holding it on her face as she screamed into it., twice. After she had finished with it, she put back where it belonged beside her and her eyes slowly wandered down the engagement ring on her finger.

 

She had been so ecstatic when Heero had finally asked her to marry him. She had nearly fainted, and had to grab onto Heero's arm to keep her balance. That was the moment she knew they were meant to be together. That was the moment she knew they were soul mates.

 

But after she ran away, everything would be different. The press would be all over it, the many VIPs who'd attended would be gossiping their little hearts out, and it was something Relena would never live down. Not to mention, there'd be plenty of people who'd either be pitying her or putting a hit out on Heero - not that anyone could touch him - in her own staff, at the very least.

 

Oh, she'd probably have plenty of people at the Preventers offering to fire Heero or Zechs… or both… It was a thought she considered momentarily. Should she seek revenge?

 

It was funny how in a single moment everything she knew had changed. Now she was left pondering the question of whether to destroy the lives of ones she loved? It took a few seconds to sink in, and then Relena burst out laughing.

 

“What's so funny?” Trowa asked. Relena glanced over at him, munching on a bag of chips with a notepad in his lap and pen poking out from his hair. His glasses were hanging low on his nose, and Relena was sure that he wouldn't be able to use them for anything if he wanted to, as they were scuffed and had marks here and there. He, himself, was a reason to laugh. Of course, she didn't mention that part.

 

“I was just imagining getting Zechs and Heero kicked out of the Preventers.” Relena said. Trowa's eyes widened.

 

“They wouldn't know what to do with themselves.” he commented. Relena sighed, a smile still gracing her lips.

 

“Yes, I know. It would be funny to see Heero's face, though.” Relena replied, laughing as she imagined it.

 

“If you were anyone else, he'd probably shoot you for it.” Trowa mused, smirking. Relena laughed, and it wasn't unpleasant, Trowa noticed. She seemed genuinely happy, for the moment.

 

“Can you imagine what he would if it were Duo?” she chuckled.

 

“He'd be sent to the ICU and never recover.” Trowa replied after a few low chuckles.

 

“Trowa?” Relena sat up again. “Why did you decide to become a psychologist?”

 

“Why?” Trowa asked in surprise, his mind going blank when Relena nodded. “Well… I suppose…” Trowa searched for an answer, only to be met with the realization that he just couldn't find one. Funny, that. “I don't know.” Relena sighed.

 

“Well, you're really good at it.” she complimented. Trowa grinned.

 

“Wufei didn't think so. Actually, neither did Quatre.” Trowa said as his face distorting as he thought. Yeah… wasn't Quatre getting drunk and whining about something while he was counseling Heero?

 

“Well, Quatre's been a bit off too, hasn't he?” Relena asked. Trowa nodded. “And Wufei's been beating his head against the wall about the whole thing with Sally.” she continued.

 

“I suppose we've all been a little crazy lately, haven't we?” Trowa more like declared than asked. Relena nodded her head in agreement.

 

“So you had a session with Wufei?” she asked.

 

“And Heero too.” Trowa replied. Now that was like a lightning bolt straight to Relena's brain. A session with Heero… She cleared her throat.

 

“Now… in this session with Heero… well… what happened?” she asked. Trowa glared at her.

 

“Now, you know I can't release that information to anyone. It's priviledged.” Trowa told her. Relena frowned.

 

“But suppose you had strict orders.” Relena said. Trowa's interest peaked.

 

“Strict orders, from who?” he asked, smirking once more. Whether or not she was a pacifist who wanted to beat her fiancé to a pulp, Trowa had to admit that Relena Peacecraft certainly had spunk.

 

“Say…” Relena trailed off for a moment. “The vice minister.” she said, grinning.

 

“Well, I still can't release that information.” Trowa taunted. Relena's face fell. “Not without the proper paperwork.” Relena walked up and grabbed one of her spiked high heels before turning to Trowa and preparing to throw it. “You wouldn't dare.” he declared.

 

“Wouldn't I?” Relena asked. Trowa paled as she reached back to build up force, and just before the shoe left her hand, he gave in.

 

“ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT! JUST DON'T KILL ME!” Trowa screamed, going to duck behind the chair.

 

“Good. Now, tell me all his dark and painful secrets.” Relena demanded, going to grab some chips and curling up on the bed with her pillow in her lap.

 

“Well, it went like this…”

 

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“You can't go in.” Heero grumbled pathetically as he slid down the wall to the floor in a ball.

 

“What are you talking about?” Wufei asked. “Why not?” Heero glared up at him in his usual fashion.

 

“Because she's locked herself in her room and won't come out.” he said, only it came out more as a groan or a sob. “The only one she'll let in is Trowa.” Wufei's jaw nearly fell off.

 

“Trowa?” he asked in shock. Heero nodded. “Is he pulling that stupid psychologist act, again?” Heero nodded again. “Damn. I don't know whether I pity him, or pity you for having to deal with the after effects.”

 

“I asked her if I could talk to her when she opened the door to let Trowa in, and she just snapped.” he said, rubbing the back of his head. “She threw a book at me.”

 

Wufei shook his head. He hand to hand it to her, she was really mad - with good reason. Still, throwing a book at him? If it were Sally and Wufei, she probably would've thrown a whole chair at him. But that was something Wufei didn't want to think about. He and Sally had just made plans to get married, and losing her or causing mischief was the last thing needed and wanted to do.

 

He sat down beside Heero.

 

“Are you okay?” Wufei asked. Heero looked over at him. He looked vaguely similar to the other night, when Duo had been coming down from his caffeine high, and Quatre had been dead drunk. Well, without the twitching anyway. Hey, that was an improvement, wasn't it?

 

“I've just potentially lost the woman I'm meant to be with, so not really.” Heero answered. Wufei nodded. He knew how that felt. “I shouldn't have let Zechs get to me.”

 

“Well, he shouldn't have let you get to him either.” Wufei said.

 

“I know, but I goaded him on.” Heero said. He rubbed his temples, trying to massage away the tension. “God, Wufei… she looked so beautiful.” Wufei smiled.

 

“She did, didn't she?” he agreed. The two sat in silence, the proximity of the other comforting.

 

“Did I mess everything up?” Heero asked. Wufei watched him and shook his head.

 

“She'll be okay, she just needs some time to cool down.” Wufei replied. “It's ironic, really.” he commented. Heero looked over at him. “My whole life changed the day you proposed to Relena. Hell, it changed long before that… but… when you announced that the two of you were getting married, it made me think of everything. You and Duo are the reasons I'm here today, with Sally.”

 

“Duo and I?” Heero asked. “Does this have something to do with you sneaking into Duo's room?” Wufei sweat dropped. Geez, just how paranoid was Duo?

 

“Yes.” he grudgingly admitted. Heero stared at Wufei in thought.

 

“Why did you even break into his room in the first place?” Heero asked. Wufei sighed. This was getting old.

 

“Can we just move on with the conversation, please?” he asked. Heero used his glare, but Wufei was not about to fall prey to Heero's oldest trick.

 

“Fine.” Heero sighed.

 

“The point, without you guys, I'd be a bigger mess than any of us were before the war. Now… our situations are reversed. I'm on my way to marital bliss, and you're sitting outside your bride's door, caught in between sobbing and jumping off a cliff.” Wufei told him. “And now Sally's in the middle of meddling and setting up another wedding for you two, for when Relena finally ventures out of her room; and Quatre's setting up reservations at an exclusive hotel in the middle of nowhere so you can be together and bond on your honeymoon.”

 

It took a few moments for everything to sink in, and Heero needed a few extra in fact, seeing as he was still stuck back at why Wufei was breaking into Duo's room. Of course, after he caught up with Wufei, his shock didn't actually cease. More like, it increased greatly and now reached off the charts. Did Wufei just say what Heero thought he said?

 

“What are you talking about?” Heero asked. “She's locked herself in a room, with Trowa, and won't come out save for throwing a book at me!” Heero yelled. “How is this going to be okay?”

 

“I have no idea.” Wufei answered. Heero groaned. “But it will.” Heero looked at Wufei with an emotion he rarely showed anyone but his closest friends - gratefulness.

 

“So… an exclusive hotel in the middle of nowhere, huh?” Heero asked. Wufei laughed and nodded.

 

“Well, yeah! I mean, you don't want Duo walking in on you on one morning during your honeymoon and asking where you left condoms, do you?” Wufei replied. It was a stupid question, really, because no one would ever want something like that to happen. Nevertheless, Heero nodded.

 

“Sally's really great.” Heero said. Wufei grinned.

 

“You have no idea.” he replied. “I got really lucky when she picked me.”

 

“So… about this wedding she's setting up… what is she doing, exactly?” Heero asked. Wufei looked at his friend and grinned.

 

“Well, for starters, no VIPs.” Wufei said, continuing when Heero nodded in approval - not that he wouldn't. “It's going to be small. Only the priest, Quatre, Trowa, Duo, Lucrezia, and Sally - and me, of course. And to keep you and Zechs from killing each other during the mess, Zechs is walking Relena down the isle and then taking a seat in the left corner.” Wufei said, continuing when Heero grinned maniacally in approval. “At which point, you will walk from the far right corner of the room, over to her, and should you so much as look in Zechs' general direction, we will knock you unconscious.” Wufei told him, not at all intimidated when Heero balled up his fist to slug him. “Should we have to knock you unconscious before the priest gets to the good part, it will be considered an automatic yes, and you will be married.” he finished.

 

Heero glared at Wufei. It had started out well, Wufei mused. That was a good sign, right?

 

“Knocked unconscious?” Heero asked. Wufei nodded.

 

“Just in case.” Wufei added. Heero's glare turned from his usual death glare to one of non-murderous rage, which spoke of hours upon hours of torture and pain. Woah, Wufei had only ever seen Sally wield that face… Heero's was amazingly less frightening! Heero sighed after a moment.

 

“A small wedding?” he confirmed. Wufei replied with a firm yes. “No unnecessary guests?” Again, another yes. “And for the dinner?” Heero asked.

 

“Invitation only to a neat room upstairs with a table set for nine, candlelight, and Quatre has agreed to play a small number on his violin, should we get tired of the Ed Van Fleet music playing on the CD player in the background.” Wufei replied. Heero nodded, assimilating the information.

 

“And the invitations?” he asked. It was Wufei's turn to glare.

 

“The table's set for nine, jackass. Who else is going to get an invitation except the wedding guests? And the only wedding guests will be us.” Wufei glowered. Heero smiled. Aside from the part where he gets knocked unconscious, it sounded perfect. “I take it you approve?”

 

“Yes. Very much so.” Heero replied.

 

“Good, because you really didn't have much choice whether you approved or not.” Wufei said. He grinned when Heero pulled his gun out of his tuxedo and pointed it at him. Ah, he finally realized by Duo loved to annoy he and Heero so much. Death threats can really be quite entertaining, given the right situation. Of course, it was rarely the right situation for most, but this… this was comical no matter what.

 

It was strange. Wufei finally felt appreciation for the braided baka for the first time since this whole thing started. Now, if only he get away from those pixie sticks.

 

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Quatre made reservations for the finest suite at the finest hotel in the middle of nowhere that he could find. And indeed, it was the finest. That was the truly sad part. Oh well, they would have to deal with it. It was just a good thing that Quatre would be thousands of miles away when they reach it. At the very least, they would have time to bond… He would have to remind them to bring the bug spray, however. Otherwise, there could be a few small issues. Oh, and he had remembered to alert the hotel that there would need to be a doctor close by - although, Wufei and Sally hadn't mentioned or well, known, that a doctor might be needed.

 

He made his way through the hall towards where Sally was, a.k.a. Wufei's room. Wufei… he hoped Sally and Wufei wouldn't go to find another exclusive hotel for their honeymoon. He wasn't sure he could take two people out for his life.

 

He knocked on the door to Wufei's room, and when he heard a muffled noise that sounded close to a `come in', he found the door was unlocked and opened easily, and silently, so he could walk inside. That was when he heard the shower running.

 

“SALLY!” he called. When there was no reply, he went over and knocked on the door, not at all surprised when he heard the water turn off a few seconds later. What did surprise him, however, was when the door opened to reveal something he perhaps had not wanted to see, and would not exactly improve his reputation at that particular time.

 

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!”

 

But it was not only Quatre who screamed.

 

A/N: The fic's almost over… How sad… I broke three thousand words on this one, and I even managed to make nine pages! O.O W00T!