Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ SilenceEvilStroke ❯ Stroke of Luck ( Chapter 3 )

GW and its characters don't belong to me but to Sunrise/SOSTU Agency Bandai, etc. etc.

Neither the band, Garbage or their song Stroke of Luck belong to me either and I am associated with them in no way.

If you've not read the two prior fics to this Branded and Evil Fantasies, this fic may be somewhat jumpy and confusing to you. For this is a continuation of those two stories. After this one, whether I'll continue or not with another installment I just don't know yet.

The little fable-like tale in the story is a product of my own imagination, whether it makes any sense at all or not I don't know but I left it in the story anyway hoping that it does.

Well, that's it for now. I hope whoever takes time to read this is entertained by it.

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Lying here in the dark, beside you, when all is silent save the deep sound of your breathing, is when my mind wanders to the buried recesses of my mind. I think of the days when I was young before I had even met you. Everything back then seemed so much simpler, magical in a demented sort of way, tangled in a spider web of lies.

My personal web was beautiful, made of pale silver that shimmered in the light. I did not realize, though, how weak it was, that it was only hanging by a mere thread. But as I said, it was beautiful and charming and safe. I could have curled up in its center, with my knees tucked to my chin, falling asleep, forever blind to reality for the rest of my life.

The real world of blood, violence and betrayal, long dead soldiers and their innocent victims, the ghosts of my own forgotten and bloodied past, the lost childhood of a princess did not seem real. Even though they haunted me, I did not know what they were, so I ignored them. I blew them off despite the fact that they were always around me swaddling me so tight that sometimes I could hardly breathe. I was not dumb but was I truly that naïve at one time? Or did I simply do what those of my class simply did the best, look the other way and tell myself it was the problems of everyone else; that I was not involved only encased in my protective web that shielded me from the world.

//Hanging by threads of palest silver//

//I could have stayed that way forever //

//Bad blood and ghosts wrapped tight around me//

//Nothing could ever seem to touch me//

I remember the day when I first found you. I was walking along the road feeling sad, alone and resentful of my father's work. One could call it self-pity, but then isn't that normal for a typical fifteen year old girl? If only I had been, a typical fifteen year old girl.

The sun was just beginning to set and my visions of self despair were soon changing into those of fantasy, far away lands full of excitement and danger, perhaps even a young man with deep blue eyes that held a look of wild mystery. Who would have ever have thought that my wish was about to come true.

I don't recall my feet taking off down the steps and running to your body. My mind is hazy about the details of even kneeling down and taking off your helmet, but upon seeing your face the smoke clears and my memories become crystal. Not only my memories of that moment, but of a childhood event that had begun the unraveling of my web.

A young and mysterious boy, with dangerous deep blue eyes and dark unruly hair, who spoke little, if any at all and he quickly became the talk of the entire school. I, like many others, had become intrigued, but unlike the others I actually introduced myself but he gave no reaction. I thought it strange that such a remembrance would come to me while I was now a lot older and under extremely different circumstances. But, it did as I stared at your body that was sprawled out flat upon the sands.

You ran from me then, abandoning me, just as the boy did so many years before. But even as I watched you taking off in the ambulance somehow I sensed that I would see you again and as did the boy so long ago, that you would affect the rest of my life from then on. Yet, at the moment I didn't realize all of the change finding you that evening seemed to have brought about in my existence.

In a matter of days my life had been threatened by you, I had been rendered fatherless, learned of my true origin and identity and became a target for OZ itself. Also, by the end of that life-altering year, I had gained a brother and had been crowned a princess, then turned into a queen before finally taking my destined place, following in the footsteps of my late foster father.

I said the strings of the web were thin, unable to hold forever and so as is the way of weak threads it snapped and plummeted downward, the bough broke and the child fell from the sky to the ground, it's angelic innocence forever lost. But along with the painful loss of my father and life as I had known it there came comforting knowledge. It was knowledge of truth, knowledge of power, but most importantly, knowledge of self.

//I lose what I love most//

//Did you know I was lost until you found me//

Should I count myself lucky, for finding you and having you open up my eyes, as it were to the circumstances and honest world around me? Did God send you to me so that I could use such knowledge to help the world and work to bring it peace? Or were you sent from the very depths of hell? A demon, who, seemingly unknowingly forced his war torn world upon an unsuspecting, innocent shattering forever what was a lie of a blissful life? What are you? An angel or demon, or, are you both? You are my destroyer and yet you are my savior. To you I will deny nothing and I know the same holds true for you as well.

//Stroke of luck or gift from God?//

//Hand of fate or devil's claws? //

//From below or saints above?//

//You come to me //

I catch a sneeze and wipe away the wisp of hair that had tickled my nose. My movement was minor but enough to stir you so as to open your eyes. I feel icy shivers run down my spine as you speak my name and pull me towards you until I am completely under you, pinned by your lean, powerful body but even more so by your beautiful, ominous glare. You say nothing but only stroke a few stray strands of my hair from my face. I close my eyes as you begin to lower your head to mine. The shivers return. They feel as if tiny shards of ice are raining down upon my body like a hundred needle pricks and I welcome the sensations that they bring.

//Here comes the cold again//

//I feel it closing in//

//It's falling down//

//And all around me, falling//

You tell me to not hold back from you, to release myself for you will always be there to catch me. Your heated words brush my against my neck and the sensual, yet steely tone of your voice excites me as well as calms. I trust you Heero, I know you will catch me, you always do...you already have.

Before the consummation of our love can go any further the cry of our six-month old son reaches its way into our room. I smile slightly and kiss the tip of your nose, slipping out from under you and rising from our bed to make my way to Gage's room.

My pregnancy was quite a surprise to me when I had found out, but not for you, you acted way to calm. Yes, Heero, I know, but I will never tell you that I know, for I am too thankful to you for his existence.

I think about your words, "you know I will always be there to catch you," It reminds me of a story my father use to tell me often when I was young. A story I hear myself repeating to my son as I rock him back to sleep as he greedily suckles from my breast.

"Once a quiet and solemn boy who was, all alone in the world came upon a broken wild little bird that was trapped under the paws of a cat. He chased the cat away and took the bird to his home. He cared for her tenderly and had fallen in love with her beauty and song so much so that when the little wild bird was healed again and ready to fly back into the big wide world the boy refused to let the bird go. He forged out of iron a most beautiful, elegant cage with golden plated bars and placed the wild little bird inside telling her that he feared if he let her go that the cat would come back and try once again to kill her. The bird appreciated the boy's love and kindness, but her song was often sad for it longed to have the freedom that had been taken from her."

"Slowly over time, the bird grew weaker, and her song soon faded. When the boy returned to his home one day he found the wild little bird was near death, her talons curled and feathers dulled. The boy than realized that by keeping the wild little bird trapped, even behind the promise of protection, had made him no better then the very cat he had once saved the little bird from. So he opened the door to the cage and gingerly held the delicate creature in his palm and once outside he kissed the little bird softly and begged for her forgiveness. The wild little bird hopped to life and to its feet inside the boy's hand and looked up at him, her little feathered head tilted as if questioning the release. The boy wiped away a single tear and tossed the bird into the air yelling at it to fly away. The little bird refused to heed the words of her companion who she had grown to love and trust and instead lit upon his hand again a chorus of her song escaping from her thin, tiny bill. The boy no longer kept the little bird in the cage, secure in the knowledge that she would forever stay by his side on her own free will. The little bird knowing how lonely and desperate the boy had been for a friend and to feel loved would remind him of her promise to stay eternally by his side each day with the chime of her beautiful song."

I look down into your sweet, innocent face, so much like your father's, yet with my brow and nose. You've long since detached yourself from me and so I rise from the rocker and kiss the downy softness of the top of your head, thinking to myself how your hair seems to be coming in blonde. I then place you back down into your crib pulling up around your shoulders the little green blanket, which you seem to not be able to sleep without. I tell you I love you and give you a final smile and step out of the doorway to your room, not startled in the least seeing your father standing just outside. I give him a smile as well and speak his name. He sweeps me off my feet and twirls me half a degree around until I am back against the wall, his arms bent at the elbows around me; his palms flat on the walls.

"Who do you think had the power Relena?"

I raise a brow at his question, confused. He must see this because he asks me again.

"The boy or the bird. Which one had more power over the other?"

I shake my head slightly. "I've never thought about it Heero, I, I, don't know."

The heat of you breath tickles my lips as you dip your head down to my level; I can feel your body shaking as you speak. "I think it was the bird."

You kiss me then and lift me off my feet once more, but instead of placing me down again you curl me up into your arms, our kiss never breaking as you carry me back into our bedroom. My thoughts are weak, being overpowered by your passionate desire and burning kiss. Did you just tell me I was the one who controlled you? That it is by my rules in which we live. It's the truth, perhaps, for as you lay me down upon our bed gingerly I can see how it is you have changed, while, I...I have remained very much the same.

//You say that you'll be there to catch me//

//Or will you only try to trap me?//

//These are the rules I make//

//Our chains were meant to break, you'll never change me//

Our night clothes are soon gone between us, the areas that they had covered are now being covered by our roaming palms and fingers, lips and tongues. A shiver runs down over me as your lips curl around one my nipples and you drink from it the drops that your son has left over. Your mouth then leaves to venture lower, I gasp at the tiny nip that you give my navel as you cup your hand over my feminine mound. Your index finger swipes across my clit just once as the sensual chills in my body return and I call out to you.

You give a final nip to my stomach and then draw your body upward parallel to the length of my body. Giving no indication you enter me swiftly, but with uncharacteristic gentleness, though I have been more than ready for you. My lower depths accept you greedily, starved for your girth and strength. Your body encloses around me, melding into my own and I feel light headed as if in a dream. No, this is reality, my reality, a dream that I have long had come true as I feel myself falling even more in love with you.

//Here comes the cold again//

//I feel it closing in//

//You're falling down//

//And all around me, falling//

"Why Relena?" You speak to me in a husky gasp and I open my eyes as you ask me again. "Why do you...put up with me...why do you...love me?"

"Don't dare...try to...ask me such a question." I whisper to you as sternly as I can between my own haggard breaths as your body rocks against mine, both of us nearing climax. "You know...why...Heero, you know why."

You touch your forehead to mine and stare intensely into my eyes, continuing to move within me. "Because...you love, me."

"I love...every, thing...you are." I buck up against your hips a final time, a throaty squeal and my nails digging into your skin, signaling to you that I have just reached the peak of my sexual fulfillment. I shudder slightly as I hold onto you tightly, allowing you to reach yours.

Your face tightens and contorts suddenly and you sob a cry of release as your grasp on me tightens momentarily in an act of your body's fight for control. I feel your lips on my shoulder, your tongue licking away beads of sweat that have formed there and, you tell, in that voice of yours, which blends so well masculinity and feeling, that you love me too.

//Don't ask me why//

//Don't even try//

"Neither one had control, because neither one needed it."

"Mm?" I reply dreamingly, his words and their meaning almost escaping me as I begin to doze off in our post coital moment.

"The bird and the boy. In the end they realized the only important thing was the trust and love they had in each other. And, that alone set them on a level plain."

I wonder if you can feel my lips curve into a smile as I press them to your shoulder, snuggling against you even more. We murmur to one another a few more endearments of love and then all is silent and at peace. Though, as I drift off beside my lover into the deep sea of dreams, I still find myself thinking yet again. Has my demon turned into an angel or has he always been an angel that for a while had lost his way? Whichever it may be I no longer care or wish to contemplate any further. He is mine, I am his, and that is all that matters.

//Stroke of luck or gift from God?//

//Hand of fate or devil's claws?//

//From below or saints above?//

//You come to me now//

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