Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Of Laptops & Love Letters ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

~ Good news, my finger isn't broken, just stoved REALLY bad. Anyway, I'm sorry for the delay in this chapter. Due to current events, I've had a little trouble getting into my humorous niche. I'm back now though! Enjoy!

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Of Laptops & Love Letters

Chapter Three

By: Penybright

Heero spent the rest of his day holed up in his new room. It wasn't that he had many belongings to unpack, it was just that he didn't want a chance encounter with his new charge. Relena had already managed to get him to drop his guard twice that day. He wasn't about to let it happen a third time. The time alone and undisturbed, also allowed Heero to begin the schematics of Relena's current security system. Even if he was given the job because he was a charity case, he was going to make sure he did the job right. After all, it was Relena's safety, and he would never allow anything to happen to her if he could help it. Of course, he had no idea how... interesting his job could get. He was about to discover that being Relena's personal bodyguard involved more than just protecting her from threats

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The next morning, Heero descended the stairs wearing his usual Preventers uniform. Relena saw him as he made his way down, and ran up the stairs to meet him halfway.

"You're not seriously going to wear that?" she questioned skeptically, gesturing at his attire.

"Is there something wrong with my uniform?" Heero asked, a bit bewildered.

"If you are going to be seen with me in public, you're going to have to dress the part," Relena explained as she dragged him the rest of the way down the stairs.

"It seems that a shopping trip is in order," she informed Pagan. "My bodyguard needs a new wardrobe."

Heero instantly dug his heels into the carpet.

"Excuse me?"

"Look Heero, now that you'll be escorting me everywhere, you'll need some new attire. You can't very well escort me to tomorrow night's ball in this," she explained, tugging on the sleeve of his jacket.

"Besides, Lady Une and I agreed that if you didn't dress like my bodyguard, then possible terrorists would be less likely to succeed if they thought you were someone else."

"I don't know..."

"Oh come on! It'll be fun. You can even help me pick out my dress for the ball!" Relena bubbled happily as she dragged Heero out to the limo. Heero sighed in defeat, and allowed himself to be drug along.

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Heero never did enjoy being the center of attention. Unfortunately, with the way Relena had him dressed, he was the focal point of every female in the entire mall complex.

"Relena," Heero hissed from the corner of his mouth. "Can we please get out of here? I feel like a slab of meat put before a cage very hungry tigers."

Relena giggled at Heero's comment and smiled, linking her arm through his. Instantly, looks of jealously were shot her way.

"Why don't we get some lunch? Then, we can look for a gown for me, and leave."

Heero reluctantly agreed, wanting nothing more at that moment than to hide in the shadows.

Lunch proved to be quite interesting. Their waitress insisted on flirting with Heero every opportunity she could, until Relena warned her to back off. Heero had thanked Relena, but instantly regretted it when he saw a feline smile alight on her face. She hadn't tried anything... yet.

Currently, the two were in a small boutique. Heero's eyes roamed over the small store. He glanced halfheartedly at the multitude of dresses hanging on metal racks. This was the fifth store they had been to, and Relena had yet to find something she liked. Heero continued to scan the store as Relena tried on yet another dress. Finding him a tuxedo had been much simpler. Of course, Relena had been picky about that too...

Suddenly, Heero's eyes caught on a scrap of fabric. It stood out among the rest of the dresses he had seen. Most, if not all, of the dresses Relena had tried on, were of light colors. He noticed that she seemed to stay away from black, and it was a shame. Deciding that he'd had enough of traipsing through dress stores, Heero made his way over to the dress he had spotted. Pulling it of the rack, he made his way to Relena's dressing stall, and knocked on the door.

"Yes?"

"Here," Heero said simply, tossing the garment over the top of the door.

"Heero... I don't think---"

"Just try it," Heero grumbled in irritation. Relena sighed, and tugged the garment the rest of the way over the door.

"All right," she complied.

When Relena opened the door and stepped out, Heero's attention was riveted to her, and only her. The dress fit her perfectly, accentuating all her beautiful features. Of course, Heero's opinion was a tad biased.

The dress Relena was wearing, was of a black slinky, velvety fabric. Three mauve roses cut diagonally across the front, their centers studded with shimmering gems. The neckline was scooped and modest, but the back was a completely different story. The dress basically had no back, only two thin straps that crossed in an X. A slit ran from about mid thigh to the floor. Relena looked at the garment she was wearing uncertainly.

"I'm not so sure..." Relena trailed off, looking to Heero for his opinion. She almost burst out laughing. Heero was practically drooling over her. Relena instantly decided that she would get the dress, just to torture Heero at the ball.

"Let's see you try and keep that impassive mask tomorrow night," she whispered as she turned back to the changing stall.

Heero stared at the space Relena had just occupied. What had he just done. Moments after Relena shut the door, Heero smacked himself. God, how was he going to be able to pay attention to anything with her wearing that dress tomorrow night? He had enough trouble paying attention to anything when she was around.

"Maybe she won't get the dress," Heero mumbled to himself, looking up expectantly when Relena came back out.

"Thank you, Heero. You managed to find me the perfect dress," Relena smiled, watching Heero flinch at her statement. "What would I ever do without you?" she teased, going to the register and paying for the gown. Heero stoically followed her out of the store, not sure what to expect anymore. Today had been a learning experience that he would not soon forget. He couldn't help but dread what tomorrow evening's experience would be like.

Heero's face paled as he realized something. Duo and the others would be attending the benefit ball tomorrow. That meant... Heero knew if he slipped up once, he'd never hear the end of it from any of his friends. He'd have enough trouble dealing with the comments about him being Relena's personal bodyguard. Stepping into the limo after Relena, Heero sighed and began to rub his temples. He could feel a headache of migraine proportions coming on...

~ Well? Poor Heero, being dragged through a mall like that... Anyway, how do you think Heero's going to cope at the ball? Will he survive? The questions will be answered in the next chapter, so stay tuned!