Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Night Time Visitor ❯ One ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Sweet_Destiny 
Relena's greeted by her visitor for the first time.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense / Romance / Drama | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 06.17.2003 | Updated On: 07.07.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 558 | Status: Completed
Relena's greeted by her visitor for the first time.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense / Romance / Drama | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 06.17.2003 | Updated On: 07.07.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 558 | Status: Completed
NIGHT TIME VISITOR
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or any of its characters.
CHAPTER ONE
Preparing for another good nights' sleep, Relena Darlian stretched her body and released all tensed muscles by her bedside. Another trying day at Preventers forced her to work from the early crack of dawn to the darkness of the evening. She couldn't even recall the last time she took a break or even found the time to breathe. Missing her lunch break had become routine in her schedule, one that her friends were particularly concerned about. Despite her lack of rest and food, she controlled her meetings with a fair hand and handled every situation like a true leader, never breaking stride. Only when the office doors closed, when the workers returned home to their families, did she physically release all the emotions locked deep within her soul, away from public eyes and scrutiny.
With slim fingers, she rubbed the base of her neck, feeling the tension creeping up from the lowest regions of her spine and working its way up her thin back. She was exhausted. Despite her sore muscles that cried for some rest, she reached to touch her toes and rolled her arms in slow circles around her body. Although she never ate properly, she would remember to perform her ritualistic stretch before hopping into bed: the irony. In no time, Relena controlled her breathing pattern and performed the usual 'inhale, exhale' steps to calm her nerves. Before stepping into her lonely queen sized bed, she checked all doors, insured that they were locked in place: first the door leading to the main hall, then the door constructed entirely of glass that led to her second-floor balcony.
Years before, she recalled walking out to that very marble encased balcony, overlooking the backyard engulfed with the fragrance of flowers in full bloom. Every time she found herself out there, he would come. The perfect soldier would appear out of nowhere and stare at his princess. No words were ever exchanged since there was no need for it. Both individuals had such a compelling force between them, which they could no longer deny. Every visit was the same. She stood on her balcony, holding herself steady on the silver-plated balustrade while he made his appearance. They would kiss under the enticing moonlight, embracing each other, welcoming the feel of another human contact. But a short kiss was all that lingered on that balcony and nothing more. He would always leave and Relena would always return to her room. Still, no words were exchanged.
Soon, he stopped coming and the memory was forever lost. She never wondered what possessed him to come to her before. More curious still, was the fact that she couldn't understand what motivated him to stay away from their secret sanctuary afterwards, and she never bothered to ask, for the minutes passed on the balcony were never mentioned beyond those limits.
Once the door was firmly checked, she closed the satin curtain, which formed a barrier directly between her soft-matted bed and the balcony that once held so much promise. Feeling entirely drained from a day's work, she turned off the bedside lamp and covered the blanket up to her waist, hoping for a dreamless sleep.
However, a dream did come. A man was standing, staring at her sleep. At first she thought it was Heero but something prevented her from confirming those assumptions. He was dressed completely in black attire from head to toe, concluding his mysterious appearance with a black sky mask over his features. The man was hiding behind a sheet but she could still see the outlines of his body. Suddenly, Relena's heart jolted once she discovered that it wasn't a dream.
Her face was directed at the glass doorway where the man stood stiffly behind the snow, white curtain. Fearing for an intruder, she refused to make a sound or any sudden movements. She propped herself on one elbow, still facing him, not quite believing it was real. He was real and she was awake.
'He must know I'm awake.' She thought as she felt her heart beat faster by every passing second. The fear of being killed on that night hung vividly in her mind. Perhaps it was just a thief or a psychotic man who liked to observe. Even worse, he could be there to kill her.
Yet, he just stood there watching. The intruder didn't move or speak. She felt glued to her bed, unable to make a sound or breathe.
They must have stayed that way for more than five minutes until finally; he turned around and left without a word.
Once his shadow disappeared into the dark, she slowly reached for the bedside lamp and showered the room with its bright incandescence. Then, with extreme caution, she moved to the curtain and brushed it aside to discover the door unscathed, still locked in place as before. "Was it a dream?" She whispered to her room. Deep in her thoughts, she knew that it wasn't and she waited a few more beats before reaching her phone and informing security that there was a break-in.
~*~*~
Just hitting the prime age of twenty-five, the Vice Foreign Minister sat patiently in her office recollecting the haunting episode from the night before. Seconds after she ringed for security, they barged into her bedroom and checked every crevice, every corner. More officers loomed in her home, her garden, the front yard, in search of any evidence for trespassers but they found none. After a tiring hour of their search, nothing was recovered: not a single fingerprint, footprint, or fiber left behind. The men were beginning to think that there was no intruder.
"Miss Darlian, are you sure there was a break-in?" The senior officer asked.
"Yes, I'm positive; I haven't been more sure about anything in my life. I believe he came through the balcony and unlocked that door." She explained while pointing to the glass entry, leading to the platform of her terrace.
Two men opened the curtain to reveal an untouched door, the lock was still neatly in place, and the entire doorframe seemed as if it was never bothered by a trespasser or even by someone in her own home. Everything seemed perfectly normal. The guards exchanged looks of uncertainty with each other, signifying that this may have been a false alarm.
"You sure you weren't dreaming, Miss Darlian?" One officer wondered, holding onto his notepad and pen. "Because it sure as hell looks like nothing to us."
"I know what I saw and there was a man standing there. Why won't you listen to me?" She iterated impatiently.
Before replying, the senior officer released a loud sigh. "Listen, we'll keep a few men on watch for the rest of the night and if something strange does pop up, we'll let you know. In the mean time, get some rest."
"I don't think I'll be able to fall asleep tonight." She murmured to herself as the men filed out of her room one by one. Relena knew what they must think of her: someone who's been working too hard, a political figure who cannot keep her cool. She thought differently. Relena knew she was strong-minded and would never have imagined something so serious or frightening. This time, however, she was not so sure. What if she was dreaming? What if she wasn't?
Several hours after the ordeal when Relena was safely secured in her office, she still couldn't concentrate on her work. Tapping her pen incessantly on the substantial executive table, she couldn't help but wonder who the dark stranger was. Could he possibly have been a stalker? Maybe he was just a simple thief, wanting to grab a few priceless items for the pawnshop. Even worse, what if he was a killer?
To be continued
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or any of its characters.
CHAPTER ONE
Preparing for another good nights' sleep, Relena Darlian stretched her body and released all tensed muscles by her bedside. Another trying day at Preventers forced her to work from the early crack of dawn to the darkness of the evening. She couldn't even recall the last time she took a break or even found the time to breathe. Missing her lunch break had become routine in her schedule, one that her friends were particularly concerned about. Despite her lack of rest and food, she controlled her meetings with a fair hand and handled every situation like a true leader, never breaking stride. Only when the office doors closed, when the workers returned home to their families, did she physically release all the emotions locked deep within her soul, away from public eyes and scrutiny.
With slim fingers, she rubbed the base of her neck, feeling the tension creeping up from the lowest regions of her spine and working its way up her thin back. She was exhausted. Despite her sore muscles that cried for some rest, she reached to touch her toes and rolled her arms in slow circles around her body. Although she never ate properly, she would remember to perform her ritualistic stretch before hopping into bed: the irony. In no time, Relena controlled her breathing pattern and performed the usual 'inhale, exhale' steps to calm her nerves. Before stepping into her lonely queen sized bed, she checked all doors, insured that they were locked in place: first the door leading to the main hall, then the door constructed entirely of glass that led to her second-floor balcony.
Years before, she recalled walking out to that very marble encased balcony, overlooking the backyard engulfed with the fragrance of flowers in full bloom. Every time she found herself out there, he would come. The perfect soldier would appear out of nowhere and stare at his princess. No words were ever exchanged since there was no need for it. Both individuals had such a compelling force between them, which they could no longer deny. Every visit was the same. She stood on her balcony, holding herself steady on the silver-plated balustrade while he made his appearance. They would kiss under the enticing moonlight, embracing each other, welcoming the feel of another human contact. But a short kiss was all that lingered on that balcony and nothing more. He would always leave and Relena would always return to her room. Still, no words were exchanged.
Soon, he stopped coming and the memory was forever lost. She never wondered what possessed him to come to her before. More curious still, was the fact that she couldn't understand what motivated him to stay away from their secret sanctuary afterwards, and she never bothered to ask, for the minutes passed on the balcony were never mentioned beyond those limits.
Once the door was firmly checked, she closed the satin curtain, which formed a barrier directly between her soft-matted bed and the balcony that once held so much promise. Feeling entirely drained from a day's work, she turned off the bedside lamp and covered the blanket up to her waist, hoping for a dreamless sleep.
However, a dream did come. A man was standing, staring at her sleep. At first she thought it was Heero but something prevented her from confirming those assumptions. He was dressed completely in black attire from head to toe, concluding his mysterious appearance with a black sky mask over his features. The man was hiding behind a sheet but she could still see the outlines of his body. Suddenly, Relena's heart jolted once she discovered that it wasn't a dream.
Her face was directed at the glass doorway where the man stood stiffly behind the snow, white curtain. Fearing for an intruder, she refused to make a sound or any sudden movements. She propped herself on one elbow, still facing him, not quite believing it was real. He was real and she was awake.
'He must know I'm awake.' She thought as she felt her heart beat faster by every passing second. The fear of being killed on that night hung vividly in her mind. Perhaps it was just a thief or a psychotic man who liked to observe. Even worse, he could be there to kill her.
Yet, he just stood there watching. The intruder didn't move or speak. She felt glued to her bed, unable to make a sound or breathe.
They must have stayed that way for more than five minutes until finally; he turned around and left without a word.
Once his shadow disappeared into the dark, she slowly reached for the bedside lamp and showered the room with its bright incandescence. Then, with extreme caution, she moved to the curtain and brushed it aside to discover the door unscathed, still locked in place as before. "Was it a dream?" She whispered to her room. Deep in her thoughts, she knew that it wasn't and she waited a few more beats before reaching her phone and informing security that there was a break-in.
~*~*~
Just hitting the prime age of twenty-five, the Vice Foreign Minister sat patiently in her office recollecting the haunting episode from the night before. Seconds after she ringed for security, they barged into her bedroom and checked every crevice, every corner. More officers loomed in her home, her garden, the front yard, in search of any evidence for trespassers but they found none. After a tiring hour of their search, nothing was recovered: not a single fingerprint, footprint, or fiber left behind. The men were beginning to think that there was no intruder.
"Miss Darlian, are you sure there was a break-in?" The senior officer asked.
"Yes, I'm positive; I haven't been more sure about anything in my life. I believe he came through the balcony and unlocked that door." She explained while pointing to the glass entry, leading to the platform of her terrace.
Two men opened the curtain to reveal an untouched door, the lock was still neatly in place, and the entire doorframe seemed as if it was never bothered by a trespasser or even by someone in her own home. Everything seemed perfectly normal. The guards exchanged looks of uncertainty with each other, signifying that this may have been a false alarm.
"You sure you weren't dreaming, Miss Darlian?" One officer wondered, holding onto his notepad and pen. "Because it sure as hell looks like nothing to us."
"I know what I saw and there was a man standing there. Why won't you listen to me?" She iterated impatiently.
Before replying, the senior officer released a loud sigh. "Listen, we'll keep a few men on watch for the rest of the night and if something strange does pop up, we'll let you know. In the mean time, get some rest."
"I don't think I'll be able to fall asleep tonight." She murmured to herself as the men filed out of her room one by one. Relena knew what they must think of her: someone who's been working too hard, a political figure who cannot keep her cool. She thought differently. Relena knew she was strong-minded and would never have imagined something so serious or frightening. This time, however, she was not so sure. What if she was dreaming? What if she wasn't?
Several hours after the ordeal when Relena was safely secured in her office, she still couldn't concentrate on her work. Tapping her pen incessantly on the substantial executive table, she couldn't help but wonder who the dark stranger was. Could he possibly have been a stalker? Maybe he was just a simple thief, wanting to grab a few priceless items for the pawnshop. Even worse, what if he was a killer?
To be continued