Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Stolen ❯ The Force of Their Bond ( Chapter 2 )
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By: heeropeacecraft 
"He had finally submitted to the force of their bond, but Relena had cut her end."
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 01.19.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 282 | Visits: 672 | Status: Completed
"He had finally submitted to the force of their bond, but Relena had cut her end."
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 01.19.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 282 | Visits: 672 | Status: Completed
Chapter two
He watched her from the balcony, willing her to look up at him, look him in the eyes. He knew that even from this distance she could feel his presence. She always knew when he was near. Wing Zero was gone. The future was open to hope. He had finally submitted to the force of their bond, but Relena had cut her end.
When he'd found her alive in the wrecked command center of Mariemeia's underground fortress, he'd known freedom for the first time in his life. He'd known that the killing was over, his burden of murder lifted. His only responsibility towards humanity was to be watchful of potential tyrants and to guard someone he had every intention of protecting for the rest of his life.
And so, wounded and exhausted he had fallen into the arms of the angel of hope, finding a dreamless sleep empty of his constant nightmares of murder and guilt.
He woke into sunlight and mechanical noises, and the soft touch of her hand on his cheek. He felt his soul resound with a deep echo of the yearning he saw pouring silently from her eyes.
Yes. Yes, Relena. Yes.
But her yearning was a No. With a final touch, she got up and left and never came back.
And now even with all his will he could not get her to look at him as she lectured a rapt audience on the hope of peace. Somehow he had lost her just when he'd thought he'd won. In a fit of impotent rage, he left...knowing that the chains that bound him to her would drag him back even though she no longer cared.
He watched her from the balcony, willing her to look up at him, look him in the eyes. He knew that even from this distance she could feel his presence. She always knew when he was near. Wing Zero was gone. The future was open to hope. He had finally submitted to the force of their bond, but Relena had cut her end.
When he'd found her alive in the wrecked command center of Mariemeia's underground fortress, he'd known freedom for the first time in his life. He'd known that the killing was over, his burden of murder lifted. His only responsibility towards humanity was to be watchful of potential tyrants and to guard someone he had every intention of protecting for the rest of his life.
And so, wounded and exhausted he had fallen into the arms of the angel of hope, finding a dreamless sleep empty of his constant nightmares of murder and guilt.
He woke into sunlight and mechanical noises, and the soft touch of her hand on his cheek. He felt his soul resound with a deep echo of the yearning he saw pouring silently from her eyes.
Yes. Yes, Relena. Yes.
But her yearning was a No. With a final touch, she got up and left and never came back.
And now even with all his will he could not get her to look at him as she lectured a rapt audience on the hope of peace. Somehow he had lost her just when he'd thought he'd won. In a fit of impotent rage, he left...knowing that the chains that bound him to her would drag him back even though she no longer cared.