Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Right Kind of Wrong ❯ The Right Kind Of Wrong ( Chapter 1 )

The Right Kind of Wrong

By: Chesna (a.k.a: Cat)

Ok, well, this is my first Gundam Wing fic. It's just a little fic-bit written to the song, 'The Right Kind of Wrong' from the Coyote Ugly OST. It didn't come out quite the way I originally planned it, but you know Writing Fairies. Mine happens to be a real bitch that doesn't listen very well. Anyway, I hope that you like it!

I KNOW ALL ABOUT, 'BOUT YOUR REPUTATION
AND HOW IT'S BOUND TO BE A HEARTBREAK SITUATION
BUT I CAN'T HELP IT IF I'M HELPLESS
EVERYTIME THAT I'M WHERE YOU ARE

Damn him! Damn all men! Why? Why does he insist on doing this?

Relena Dorlian looked at the box sitting atop the desk in her study. It was a birthday present, and even though there was no return address she was sure she knew whom it was from. Every year for the past six years she had received a present from an anonymous person - well, except for that first year - and every year she wished he wouldn't.

What is it with him? Is he trying to drive me insane? I know what it is. He's trying to pay me back for all those times he couldn't kill me.

"Why is this here?" she asked of the empty room as she flopped down in her chair. If glares could kill the package on her desk would have burst into flames on the spot. Relena rested her elbows on the deep mahogany and let her hands cover her face.

YOU WALK IN AND MY STRENGTH WALKS OUT THE DOOR
SAY MY NAME AND I CAN'T FIGHT ANYMORE
OH I KNOW I SHOULD GO
BUT I NEED YOUR TOUCH JUST TOO DAMN MUCH

"Why me?" Relena muttered miserably.

You know, it's really not MY fault he couldn't do it. But NOOOOOO, he has to go and be all Mr. For The Mission and be all mad. Why can't he be like every other man and think with the wrong part of his body? No, he has to be the one man who actually thinks with the head on his shoulders. If he were thinking with the one between his legs we'd have no problem.

The girl with the golden blond locks sighed to herself and reached in her desk to find a letter opener to see what he had sent her THIS year. She opened the box and removed the layers of plastic and paper that lined it.

There, nestled right in the center, was a small velvet box. She reached a shaky hand inside to pull it out and eyed it with no small amount of awe. She looked over to one shelf lining her room to see presents from previous years in a row. A teddy bear, a bunny, an elephant, a mouse, and stuffed dog sat there staring right back at her.

At least it's not another stuffed animal…

She carefully lifted the lid of the green case and gasped as it's contents were revealed. A small, sparkling, silver dove was attached to the end of a matching chain. She fingered the cool medal as she slumped even lower into her chair - as if it were possible - and turned back to the shelf across the room.

"Why me?" she asked again. Silence was her only answer. "This is all wrong…"

LOVING YOU ISN'T REALLY SOMETHING I SHOULD DO
SHOULDN'T WANNA SPEND MY TIME WITH YOU
I SHOULD TRY TO BE STRONG
BUT BABY, YOU'RE THE RIGHT KIND OF WRONG
BABY YOU'RE THE RIGHT KIND OF WRONG

Why did I do that?

Because you're a sado-masochistic shmuck?

Shut up.

Heero mentally glared at his internal voice. The stupid thing had been bothering him since about a month before that day. 'Get her a present,' it said. 'Make it something nice,' the voice continued to bother him. He told himself to ignore it, but even he wasn't that good.

MIGHT BE A MISTAKE, A MISTAKE I'M MAKING
BUT WHAT YOU'RE GIVING I AM HAPPY TO BE TAKING
'COZ NO-ONE'S EVER MADE ME FEEL THE WAY I FEEL
WHEN I'M IN YOUR ARMS

The so-called Perfect Soldier went back to tinkering with the parts splayed out before him on the workbench. Hopefully he'd become so engrossed with the task at hand that he could ignore the voice and it would take the hint and go away.

But, as his luck would have it, the voice only grew more agitated and tried to make it's presence felt.

HEY! HEY, YOU! SOLDIER BOY, LISTEN TO ME!

Heero ground his teeth in frustration and continued to work on his parts.

Oh, the Perfect Soldier is getting testy. Score one for The Voice!

I don't know where everyone gets this 'Perfect Soldier' thing from. If I were perfect I would have killed her. If I were perfect I wouldn't have let it effect the mission. If I were perfect I wouldn't be shopping for birthday presents like fluffy pink bunnies.

Didn't you once tell someone to, and I quote, 'Follow your emotions.'? It seems to me like-

Will you go away?!

Not on your life.

"This is all wrong…" Heero said aloud as he tossed his tools on the table with a satisfying clank.

THEY SAY YOU'RE SOMETHING I SHOULD DO WITHOUT
THEY DON'T KNOW WHAT GOES ON WHEN THE LIGHTS GO OUT
THERE'S NO WAY TO EXPLAIN
ALL THE PLEASURE IS WORTH ALL THE PAIN

I'm never going to get over this, am I? I'm completely ass-over-tea kettle for some guy who only makes contact with me by sending me a package once a year with some absurdly cute stuffed toy in it. This is ridiculous. This is so wrong.

"And I'm insane," she murmured as she walked through the halls of her office building. "I'm babbling to myself. See what men do to your head?"

No, not just men. HIM.

"Right."

"Did you say something, Ms. Dorlian?" her secretary asked.

Relena turned startled eyes to the older woman. "What? Oh, no, I was just mumbling to myself, Nancy."

"Ah, okay. How was your birthday, if I may ask?"

"It was… uneventful," she answered hesitantly, her blue eyes refusing to meet those of her secretary.

"Really?" Nancy didn't look the least bit convinced.

"Well…"

"You got another present from HIM, didn't you?"

LOVING YOU ISN'T REALLY SOMETHING I SHOULD DO
SHOULDN'T WANNA SPEND MY TIME WITH YOU
I SHOULD TRY TO BE STRONG
BUT BABY, YOU'RE THE RIGHT KIND OF WRONG
BABY YOU'RE THE RIGHT KIND OF WRONG

Relena looked down sheepishly. "Is it that obvious?"

"Only to me. What was it this year? A stuffed cat?"

"No, he gave me this." Reaching delicate hands into her shirt she pulled the chain and it's charm free and showed it to Nancy.

"It's beautiful," the gray haired woman replied.

"I know," a hint of resentment seeped into her voice.

"That's a bad thing?"

"YES! It's wrong. It's all wrong to be sending me things out of the blue. He has to know how I feel and yet he keeps - he keeps teasing me. It's wrong," she finished with an exasperated sigh.

"Well, this present looks like it means something. Something tells me it might be the right kind of wrong," Nancy told her sagely and winked at her.

"Sure."

I SHOULD TRY TO RUN
BUT I JUST CAN'T SEEM TO
'COZ EVERY TIME I RUN YOU'RE THE ONE I RUN TO
I CAN'T DO WITHOUT WHAT YOU DO TO ME
I DON'T CARE IF I'M IN TOO DEEP

Why am I here?

Because you wanted to see her. You wanted to know if she liked your gift.

No, I don't. Besides, it's the middle of the night.

It's eleven o'clock.

Close enough.

Heero looked through the dimly lit windows of the doors on the balcony outside of Relena's study. He knew she was awake.

I KNOW ALL ABOUT, 'BOUT YOUR REPUTATION
AND HOW IT'S BOUND TO BE A HEARTBREAK SITUATION
BUT I CAN'T HELP IT IF I'M HELPLESS
EVERYTIME THAT I'M WHERE YOU ARE
YOU WALK IN AND MY STRENGTH WALKS OUT THE DOOR
SAY MY NAME AND I CAN'T FIGHT ANYMORE
OH I KNOW I SHOULD GO
BUT I NEED YOUR TOUCH JUST TOO DAMN MUCH

Go and see her, idiot! Don't just stand there.

I'm not going.

Yes, you are.

No, I'm not!

Yes, you are! Now, just be a good little soldier and knock on the damn door. Think of it as a mission.

LOVING YOU ISN'T REALLY SOMETHING I SHOULD DO
SHOULDN'T WANNA SPEND MY TIME WITH YOU
I SHOULD TRY TO BE STRONG
BUT BABY, YOU'RE THE RIGHT KIND OF WRONG

Heero growled softly so as not to alert the person on the other side of the glass. This is wrong. I shouldn't be here and I'm leaving.

No, you're not.

And why is that?

Because you know as well as I do that this may be wrong, but it's the RIGHT kind of wrong.

"Hn," Heero grunted. He crept silently forward and let his hand rest on the cool metal of the latch. He was about to press down on it when the door was pulled away from him.

Although his face did not register anything he was as shocked as Relena clearly was.

"Heero…" He heard her breath his name.

"Relena."

BABY YOU'RE THE RIGHT KIND OF WRONG

The End!

Did you like it? Well, I enjoyed writing it, even if you didn't enjoy reading it. It's the one and only thing I think I've ever worked on and finished. All of my projects turn out to be long stories that require me to separate them into chapters. You should all be proud that I actually got over that. Anyway, C&C would be appreciated.

~Chesna (Cat)