Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ So This is Love ❯ Nothing Else is Necessary ( Chapter 9 )

Alright boys and girls! Thanks so much for sticking with me through this story, first of all. Those of you who reviewed, *gives you each a lollypop* Arigato! I hope you've had fun and enjoyed this story, because this is the last chapter! Just gonna, ya know, wrap things up a bit, or try to. Dunno what sort of GW fic I'll write next, but I have resolved not to start a new one until I've completed two of my presently running stories. Which two? Who knows? Who cares, so long as I finish them, right? If you feel deprived and want to read other GW stories by me, you can always check out the ones on my website that I, at this point in time, have decided NOT to upload here.

Anyways, this chapter's poem comes from Coleman Barks's, "The Glance", original poem by Rumi.

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"So this is Love"

by: Banshee Puppet

Chapter Nine: Nothing else is Necessary

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"Daring Enough to Finish"

Face that lights my face, you spin

intelligence into these particles

I am. Your wind shivers my tree.

My mouth tastes sweet with your name

in it. You make my dance daring enough

to finish. No more timidity! Let

fruit fall and wind turn my roots up

in the air, done with patient waiting.

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It still felt like a dream, waking up with Relena in his arms, the memory of recent love-making still fresh in his mind. Already two weeks had passed since the first time, and the visual memory of Heero's heartache had all but passed entirely, leaving only a bandaged wrist to show for their efforts. He smiled softly down at his love as she cuddled deeper into his chest in a valiant, albeit useless attempt to block out the offensive sunlight. He couldn't help a small chuckle, and bleary eyes opened against his stomach's motion.

"Morning," Relena yawned up at him, using the back of her fist, like a small child, to wipe the sleep from her eyes.

"Afternoon," he teased her for sleeping so late. Fact is, he'd woken up almost two hours ago now, but had been content to watch her sleep; it had become a habit of his, one which he currently had no desire whatsoever to break.

Life was. . .perfect. More than he'd ever hoped to have, and he had lain here for a long time, thinking about how he wanted to introduce Relena to Catharine. He didn't know why he'd thought of that, but Catharine was almost like a sister to him, so it seemed only natural that the two most important women in his life knew one another. And just as he was about to say something about it, the doorbell rang and he grumbled, "I'll go see who it is," in a somewhat less than happy tone of voice as he wriggled out of her arms and sat up, snatching his pants in a half-hearted fashion and fastening the button as he started down the stairs. "COMING, Coming!" he called, still sounding a little disgruntled.

"Yes?" he asked as he opened the door just before he got a look at who was on the other side. His eyes narrowed dangerously, lips curving into a dark scowl and before he knew what he was doing, he lunged at the Japanese boy. "Bakayaro!" he spat out before finding his arm strangely stopped in mid air by something that felt strangely like someone's arm. It wasn't his, since he had two and they both wanted at Yuy right now, and Heero's arms were at his sides, the Japanese pilot looking startled and guilty at the same time. Confusion setting in, Trowa turned angry eyes to the source of the disturbance and found a somewhat peeved Wufei had blocked the blow and was. . . glaring at him. "He might deserve it," Wufei said with low, dangerous tones, "but don't you think you can at least hear him out first."

Trowa scowled, but dropped his arms to his sides. "He hurt Relena. Nothing he has to say is of any interest to me," he half-spat, surprised at his own anger when he heard a gasp from the doorway.

"H-Heero?" Relena gulped, pulling the white terrycloth robe tighter about herself, suddenly feeling rather exposed.

"Relena," Heero paused. "I. . .wanted to apologize."

"Like that'll make everything all better," Trowa mumbled.

"I know it won't make everything all better!!!" Heero was surprised by the way he yelled at Trowa. They all were really. "Even so! Even so I. . .my apology is all I have to give."

The words hit Trowa hard. `It's just like that time. . .with Marshall Noventa's grand-daughter,' he realized, remembering something from a time not as long ago as it seemed, when Trowa respected, even looked up to Heero Yuy. When had that changed. He didn't know, and not knowing disturbed him. When did everything change?

Wufei was amazed at the difference in Trowa, the way emotions crashed over his expression in waves. `She's done this to him in such a short time. If that isn't love then. . .'

Trowa turned his back on his two comrades. "I can't forgive you yet," he said finally. "You either, Wufei. Even though you didn't do anything wrong. But I will. . .in time."

`Trowa,' Heero wasn't sure what he was feeling, what he thought. Sorrow. Gratitude. A pain that had nothing to do with Relena. He had betrayed a friend's trust. He couldn't expect to be forgiven for that, but Trowa had told him, in time, they might be able to get past it. And Relena? Relena was the one he loved, but also, she was something of a moot point. He knew how her heart was, she wouldn't stay angry with him forever, she just didn't have that in her.

"You should go," Relena said softly, walking to stand beside Trowa. "But. . .thank you for stopping by."

". . . hn," Heero said in acknowledgement, the closest he could manage to come to normalcy at that moment in time, and normalcy was something he craved.

"Wufei," Relena said once Heero had turned, began back away from the house that he had been drawn to for so long.

The Chinese pilot looked at her, perplexed, and cocked an eyebrow. "What is it, woman?" he asked.

"Look after him?"

"Baka. I've got no intention of doing that just because you asked me to," he said, watching her expression drop before turning his back on her. "I'm going to do it because it's what I'VE decided to do, because it's the only thing I can do, really. I will protect Heero, for my own reasons: because he is my friend, and because I want to."

And the door shut behind him, separating them once again, but with a promise for the future. He sat in the passenger seat of his beat-up jeep and let Heero drive. "Feeling better?" he asked.

"I am," Heero answered. "Things will work themselves out, I think. And besides, I have a really good friend who's promised to protect me." Heero smirked, teasing only slightly. They both knew he didn't need to be protected, not really.

"You heard that huh?" Wufei almost cringed at the thought. It wasn't what he'd intended, but Heero evoked a protective streak in him. It couldn't be helped.

"Wufei, the war will be over soon, won't it?"

Wufei nodded gravely at the thought of the hard battles to come.

"When it's over, don't disappear."

The smirk Wufei gave him was really all the answer he needed. Forgiveness would come with time, and love would last through all, and friendship would be a sword that cuts through the grief, and life would be life, and in the world there is a hand reaching outward, and a wishing star that promises a better tomorrow, for all of us, always, until the end of time. And this is the story of a million sorrows and a million joys, as three young gentlemen and a lady realized, all at once, suddenly, that this is what love is, and that nothing else is necessary.

And in another place, a pair of lover sat on a couch, reading Rumi together and cuddling, letting the echo of tenser times roll of their shoulders and drowning in the presence of the one they love, thinking, `let the past and future rest, and let happiness turn the page onto another dawn, ages old, and yet, brighter than the last, always. What else matters, other than this moment? Nada. Niente. Nothing.

Trowa nuzzled the back of Relena's neck and whispered, "love you."

"Love you back," she returned happily.

What else could be said? What else needed to be said. In spite of recent events, there was a calm that fell over everything, a contentment. And Trowa let his eyes drift closed, arms still wrapped comfortably around Relena's waist and thought happily, `so. . .this is love. I can deal with that.'

~The End~

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Urgkh! It took me like an hour between last night and today to get those closing scenes to behave properly! I just couldn't get the ending right at all! But I suppose this is okay.

Anyway boys and girls, that's a wrap! Sorta a little bittersweet at the end, but overall, a nice happy ending. No new GW fics for a little while, b/c I'm hopping back to Inuyasha and hoping my writer's wall is gone for a bit. But there will be more fics to come! Promise! Cheers! TTFN. Until next time, Happy Haunting.

~Banshee Puppet~