Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Sunburnt ❯ ill-planned arrival ( Chapter 2 )
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By: heeropeacecraft 
Zechs and Noin sneak back to Earth. Relena relies on Heero to help bring them in.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 12.03.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 951 | Visits: 294 | Status: Work In Progress
Zechs and Noin sneak back to Earth. Relena relies on Heero to help bring them in.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 12.03.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 951 | Visits: 294 | Status: Work In Progress
It took three months of ugly propaganda and public debate to convince the President to send a military police force to Mars in order to extradite the infamous Zechs Marquise. During that time, Relena fought day and night, ignoring anything that wasn't a life or death situation, just to convince the ESUN to send a team of inspectors to Mars as well to check whether there really were any weapons there to begin with. By the time troops and civilian inspection teams arrived, Zechs and his wife, the former Oz Lieutenant, Lucrezia Noin, were already on Earth.
Relena met them clandestinely somewhere between the fifth Lagrange orbital and the vastness of unpopulated space, accompanied only by Heero. It required quite a number of lies, some well-placed rumours and a body double to enable Relena to disappear for the required seventeen hours. The greatest shock was by far the emaciated state of Lucrezia Noin. As they hurried the two fugitives from their inter-planetary ship to the shuttle Heero had acquired, it was painfully obvious that Noin was at least four months pregnant and hadn't had enough to eat in nearly three weeks. Zechs hid his malnourishment only slightly better, and Relena's first task upon their arrival was to break out all emergency food supplies for the ravenous pair. Though Zechs tried to give all the food to the woman carrying his child, she refused to eat unless he had at least one packet of soy protein as well. Unfortunately, only halfway into a bar of freeze-dried potatoes, Noin's stomach rebelled, and the apricots and soy she had already managed to eat were mostly lost into the latrine.
Zechs and Relena managed to get her into a bed, and Relena offered to stay with her while Zechs left his wife's side for the first time in five months.
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After cleaning himself and his wife's vomit in the small bathroom, Zechs allowed himself to walk away from Lucrezia, heading in the only other direction, the pilot's cabin. He tried to feel indifferent about meeting the Wing Zero pilot again. He tried to ignore both his elation and murderous anger at the sight of the shaggy head of hair peaking over the top of the pilot's seat. He chose not to say anything, usually the best course of action when in an unstable situation.
Heero had been aware of his every movement and respected his need for silence. Still, the compulsion to acknowledge overcame him. A status report became the easiest form of communication between them.
"We should be entering Sanq airspace at 0300 hours." Heero risked a quick glance at the man who had been his respected enemy during the war. "You should be rested if you can."
Zechs acknowledged that fact, but savored this moment of calm as he always did before battle. He had a conflict in his soul, however, and oddly enough, at that moment, it was to Heero Yuy that he could admit it.
"She begged me for a child."
Heero scowled to conceal his alarm that Zechs was talking to him, let alone telling him something so personal. Looking out into the cold, calm beauty of space Zechs admitted to himself for the first time that he wanted to live.
"I came back to atone for what I have done."
Heero tried to place himself in Zech's position, but could only do it by imagining Relena carrying his child. That was far too dangerous a thought, yet it formed. He heard Relena, begging him to give her a child, knowing that he is going to die. What would he do? He ground his teeth together to focus his mind away from those thoughts. He would never lie in her bed. As much as he longed to wash his past away in the clear water of her soul, it would simply never happen. Noin was a soldier, a killer, used to no-win choices. She knew what she was asking for.
Then he realized ... Zechs regretted coming back. He slid his eyes over to view the blond man's stony profile and knew it.
"You want to live."
Zechs smirked. It was to be expected, he supposed, that Heero would see that. Still, he bridled at the familiarity of Heero's natural understanding of his inner soul. Out of anger, he instinctively found Heero's weak spot.
"You haven't bedded my sister yet."
And with that the cozy little scene evaporated. Heero clenched himself to keep his urge for violence under control, knowing full well it was a deliberate taunt. A frown pulled at the corners of Zech's mouth as he regretted the malice he'd once again created between them, but it was inevitable. He often became cantankerous when left without action for too long. The best he could do now really was to sleep. Without looking at each other, Zechs left the pilot's cabin and worked his way to the beds. With a finger to his lips he managed to avoid any unnecessary conversation with Relena. She shyly placed a hand on his forearm before leaving him to undress and get into the other little bed next to Noin's. She had been sleeping very lightly since the third month of her pregnancy and though he craved the comfort of her body and scent, he did not want to disturb her precious rest.
As a well-trained soldier, he was able to turn himself off and fall asleep within minutes.
Relena met them clandestinely somewhere between the fifth Lagrange orbital and the vastness of unpopulated space, accompanied only by Heero. It required quite a number of lies, some well-placed rumours and a body double to enable Relena to disappear for the required seventeen hours. The greatest shock was by far the emaciated state of Lucrezia Noin. As they hurried the two fugitives from their inter-planetary ship to the shuttle Heero had acquired, it was painfully obvious that Noin was at least four months pregnant and hadn't had enough to eat in nearly three weeks. Zechs hid his malnourishment only slightly better, and Relena's first task upon their arrival was to break out all emergency food supplies for the ravenous pair. Though Zechs tried to give all the food to the woman carrying his child, she refused to eat unless he had at least one packet of soy protein as well. Unfortunately, only halfway into a bar of freeze-dried potatoes, Noin's stomach rebelled, and the apricots and soy she had already managed to eat were mostly lost into the latrine.
Zechs and Relena managed to get her into a bed, and Relena offered to stay with her while Zechs left his wife's side for the first time in five months.
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After cleaning himself and his wife's vomit in the small bathroom, Zechs allowed himself to walk away from Lucrezia, heading in the only other direction, the pilot's cabin. He tried to feel indifferent about meeting the Wing Zero pilot again. He tried to ignore both his elation and murderous anger at the sight of the shaggy head of hair peaking over the top of the pilot's seat. He chose not to say anything, usually the best course of action when in an unstable situation.
Heero had been aware of his every movement and respected his need for silence. Still, the compulsion to acknowledge overcame him. A status report became the easiest form of communication between them.
"We should be entering Sanq airspace at 0300 hours." Heero risked a quick glance at the man who had been his respected enemy during the war. "You should be rested if you can."
Zechs acknowledged that fact, but savored this moment of calm as he always did before battle. He had a conflict in his soul, however, and oddly enough, at that moment, it was to Heero Yuy that he could admit it.
"She begged me for a child."
Heero scowled to conceal his alarm that Zechs was talking to him, let alone telling him something so personal. Looking out into the cold, calm beauty of space Zechs admitted to himself for the first time that he wanted to live.
"I came back to atone for what I have done."
Heero tried to place himself in Zech's position, but could only do it by imagining Relena carrying his child. That was far too dangerous a thought, yet it formed. He heard Relena, begging him to give her a child, knowing that he is going to die. What would he do? He ground his teeth together to focus his mind away from those thoughts. He would never lie in her bed. As much as he longed to wash his past away in the clear water of her soul, it would simply never happen. Noin was a soldier, a killer, used to no-win choices. She knew what she was asking for.
Then he realized ... Zechs regretted coming back. He slid his eyes over to view the blond man's stony profile and knew it.
"You want to live."
Zechs smirked. It was to be expected, he supposed, that Heero would see that. Still, he bridled at the familiarity of Heero's natural understanding of his inner soul. Out of anger, he instinctively found Heero's weak spot.
"You haven't bedded my sister yet."
And with that the cozy little scene evaporated. Heero clenched himself to keep his urge for violence under control, knowing full well it was a deliberate taunt. A frown pulled at the corners of Zech's mouth as he regretted the malice he'd once again created between them, but it was inevitable. He often became cantankerous when left without action for too long. The best he could do now really was to sleep. Without looking at each other, Zechs left the pilot's cabin and worked his way to the beds. With a finger to his lips he managed to avoid any unnecessary conversation with Relena. She shyly placed a hand on his forearm before leaving him to undress and get into the other little bed next to Noin's. She had been sleeping very lightly since the third month of her pregnancy and though he craved the comfort of her body and scent, he did not want to disturb her precious rest.
As a well-trained soldier, he was able to turn himself off and fall asleep within minutes.