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A/N: Hey! I’m back! In case any of you are wondering, why Heero is so open (for him, anyway) and talks a lot more than he would. Okay, so he’s only seventeen, you must be thinking, ‘Only one year, no way!’, thing is, Heero was preparing himself for when Relena wakes up. He wants to be able to communicate with her openly and confidently without any awkwardness, and so he tries to be a lot more social than he was before. Get my gist? Anyway, here’s chapter 3!
I awoke. Alone.
I heard nothing. But I could sense someone nearby.
A sight that made my breaths ragged and short. There she was, not on the bed, but on the floor, in the far left corner of the room, tightly curled up into a ball. She was crying silently from the way her back shook. She looked so lonely and vulnerable, like a small child that had lost their way, and have not enough understanding to find it again. Strands of silky golden hair falling upon her knees, as frightening as the sight was; she was beautiful.
-Relena’s POV-
I awoke next to him. That man. Heero. As close as it was from just awaking after a year of comatose, and suffering from amnesia at the same time, I could surprisingly remember every detail of the night before. The confusion, the rage, the pain in my foot. And then there was belonging, warmth, and slumber.
But, as peaceful as I felt, nothing could have ripped it away with such horror as the feeling that is currently enveloping me.
Metal. Glass. Screams. Blood.
Carseat.
“Relena?”
Metal. Glass. Screams. Blood.
Carseat.
“Relena, are you alright?” What?
Metal. Glass. Screams. Blood.
Carseat.
A cold hand sent waves of electricity down my spine. I ignored it. “Relena.”
What now?
“Relena.” The voice was demanding now. So, now what?
Metal. Glass. Screams. Blood.
Carseat.
OH MY GOD. CAN’T IT STOP?
“Relena.”
Metal. Glass. Screams. Blood.
Carseat.
STOP IT.
Metal. Glass. Screams. Blood.
Carseat.
STOP!
“Relena.”
“STOP IT!” I screamed at him. It was deafening. Even for me. But, he didn’t flinch. He just walked away.
No.
No.
Not again.
My only hope for trust and emotional salvation is walking out the door. Leaving an empty room with a bed, a window, and a girl wearing clothes that don’t belong to her.
Metal. Glass. Screams. Blood.
Carseat.
I growled lowly, sadly. I had dry tears down my cheek. I didn’t know where I stood in this world.
Was I retired vice-foreign minister that had once brought peace to the world?
Or was I just Relena? A blonde girl crying in an empty room.
I cried again. But I was stopped by a soft knock on the door.
And then came a voice. “Miss Relena?” it’s that gentle soft voice. Belonging to the blonde one. Um. Quatre. That’s right.
“Come… Come in.” I called with a croaky voice.
He came in and looked at me with concerned eyes. “Are you alright? I made breakfast, come up and eat something, aye?”
I smiled up at him. I just couldn’t resist those pleading pools of blue. He offered me a hand and I eagerly took it.
Hilde noticed me first. “Relena! Come sit here!” she patted the empty seat on her right, in between her and Trowa.
I went over and sat down, and Quatre placed a white melanin plate in front of me. On it was a poached egg, a slice of bacon, a whole fish and two sausages. I grinned. It smelt wonderful!
“Come on, Relena, dig in! Quatre’s cooking is to die for! We’re all lucky we don’t have to pay for this!” I grinned at her, then at the food. And so I took the first bite.
Hilde was damn right, this IS to die for!
She looked at me with the biggest grin I’ve ever seen. I knew she knew I agreed with her. Trowa on my other side just smiled at me calmly. I wasn’t uncomfortable, but I had to look away.
“Relena?” he called to me.
“Y…Yes?”
“I bought all your stationery for you.”
“Stationery?”
“And your books.”
“What for?”
“School.”
“School?”
“Yes, it’s starting today.”
“What if I…”
“You’ll be fine. Just put on your uniform, I already have your schedule ready. And what’s to be afraid of? You have me.” He grinned handsomely at her. Her knees would’ve buckled and given in if she wasn’t already sitting down, also if it wasn’t for the fact that she was unsure of his intentions.
Metal. Glass. Screams. Blood.
Carseat.
I sighed. I had a tight feeling in my gut that those images in my head weren’t going to stop soon. I gave a fake smile up at Trowa, and his face slightly fell. He knew the smile wasn’t real. But what else was I supposed to do?
I did finish the meal, but I didn’t feel filled up.
Quatre clapped to get everyone’s attention. “Okay everyone, twenty minutes until we leave, make sure you’ve packed everything.”
Duo rolled his eyes. “Yes, mother hen…”
Quatre put his hands on his hips and looked Duo directly in the eye. “I said twenty minutes! Now move it!”
“Y-Yes sir!”
“Hey Relena,” Hilde had a grin on her face.
“Yeah?”
“See this,” she showed me a strange, square-ish contraption that was kind of metallic-y red in color. “This is your iBook.” She somehow flipped it open, revealing some kind of screen thing. “You have to bring it to school everyday. Let me show you how it works…”
I smiled at him slightly. “Hi.”
He examined the ‘laptop’, as Hilde and the others called it, sitting in my lap. “I see you have your iBook.” I nodded. “Let me show ya how to use it.” He reached over to gently grab it, and he grinned handsomely at me again. But this time it had no effect.
“Er, well, Hilde already taught me how to use it. Even downloading the Instant Messaging system.”
He scowled. “Oh.”
“Yeah.”
I saw Heero in the corner of my eye closely studying us. “Barton.”
“Yuy.”
“Swap seats.”
Trowa looked into Heero’s eyes, and I knew Trowa realized he couldn’t win. He hesitantly stood up, and slid over next to the random girl over the other side of the aisle.
“Relena.”
“Yes?” Was I glad to be able to converse normally again. Somehow, with Trowa, I felt like my space was being invaded.
“I have a question.”
At least Heero was a little more straight-to-the-point. “Go on.”
“How many languages can you speak?”
Huh? “Ummm… I don’t know.”
”Do you mind if I test you a little?”
“No, go ahead.”
He gazed at me for a moment. “O namae wa?”
“Watashi no namae Relena desu.”
“Omae o korosu.”
I rolled my eyes. “Hidoi…”
He smirked. “Bonjour, commen sava?”
“Sava tre bienne merci, et toi?”
“Je suis de bonne humore.”
“Guten morgen.” I giggled. “What?”
“You have really bad German.”
He frowned. “Fine, you seem to know how to speak many languages anyway.” That’s odd. If I remember how to speak several languages, but not remember who these people around me are. Who I am.
Quatre twisted around to face us from the seat in front of us. “Relena, you may not know much about yourself, but I do.”
“You do?” he asked.
“She can speak fluent English, Japanese, German, French and Arabic. Latin is not her strong spot.” He laughed. “You know what her favorite food is but you don’t know how many languages she can speak? Shame on you.” He teased.
I take it being insulted on how much he knows about me isn’t taken too well by him. I can feel him shifting in his seat uncomfortably.
I put a slender hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay, I have much to learn about myself too.” He looked at me, but his face was doubtful.
“Hn.”
Awkward silence followed. I debated with myself whether to talk to him further before it reached the school. I had to hurry though, I didn’t know how long it took.
I decided to go for it.
“Heero…”
“Hn?”
“Sorry.”
He didn’t say anything for a few moments. “For what?”
“For… I… I don’t know.”
He chuckled a little and smiled down at me. He didn’t smile as much as Trowa, nor did it really make my knees buckle, but I liked it more. For some reason now, I seem to be comparing Heero and Trowa a lot.
I looked over at Trowa, he was scowling, again. Is this some sort of competition? It’s honestly starting to annoy me.
The rumble of the bus suddenly came to a halt as the sound of the gas release was heard. Heero got up, hoisted his black bag on his shoulder and carefully helped up. As we trudged slowly to the front of the bus between the skinny aisle, I could feel randoms staring holes into my back.
“Thanks.” I mumbled to the bus driver, whom merely nodded at me.
Heero grabbed my arm and gently pulled me closer to him. “Keep close, some of the people here aren’t as friendly as you want them to be.”
We were dominant.
The sound of the bell rung through the hallway. People shuffled around, hastily making their way to their roll call. I followed Dorothy, Hilde and Wufei who were in the same roll call as I am. I checked my timetable again.
Monday
Period 1: English rm. E17
Period 2: Math rm. D3
Period 3: Geography rm. D16
Period 4: Home economics rm. B4
Period 5: Study period
Period 6: P.E. C block
“English. E block, room 17.” I whispered.
Dorothy leaned over to look at my timetable. “Hey, we all have English and P.E. together, other than Trowa. Lemme check that.” She took my timetable out of my hands. “Well, you have math with Heero, home ec. with Quatre and me and Geography with me and Trowa.” Ah… well, I guess I can get well acquainted with Dorothy. “Aren’t you lucky? You have math with Heero.” I’m suspicious about that grin of hers. “He’s a math genius, and we all know he’ll be more than happy to do it for you.” I raised an eyebrow at her, and she just laughed at me.
…and we all know he’ll be more than happy to do it for you.
What did she mean by that? There was a creak coming from the direction of the door. And everyone hurried to find a seat. I found the empty seat closest to me and plopped myself onto the chair. I looked around and found Dorothy and Hilde, who gave me apologetic looks. I looked to my right and there was a big blonde guy that had thick eyebrows, three piercings on his left ear and two above his eye. And to my left there was a dark haired guy with tanned skin, a scar on his right cheek and interestingly, he had blue eyes. The piercing kind of blue. He had a mean look on his face. Now I see why Hilde and Dorothy looked at me like that.
After all the introductions in roll call, plus the ones in English, I sat in my assigned seat and silently waited for the bell to ring.
Dorothy was right. Math was a breeze if you had Heero to help you. I couldn’t help but notice that every girl in the class had their eyes on me like a hawk. Were they jealous? Oh ho ho, Heero’s popular.
They guy that was next to me in roll call kept glaring at me. It was starting to irk me. And on top of that, Trowa stared
Home ec. was practically taken over by Quatre. He aced the class like he was born to do it.
“Pass the salt, please.” I passed him the salt and I watched in amazement as he put the class to shame.
I was just walking through the hallways looking for my locker. I looked at the small bit of paper in my hand again. 109. Hmm, 112, 111, 110, ah, 109. I was about to take out my key when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I spun around on my heel to see the black haired blue eyed man from roll class. Crap, I don’t have a good feeling about this.
“Darlian. Ex-vice minister Darlian.” I looked at him with confusion. “Snotty brat, don’t be conceited. I’m not hitting on you.” He grabbed my shoulders roughly.
“S-stop. Go away!” I pushed him away and punched him in the stomach, but my limbs weren’t strong enough from my recent lack of movement.
He grimaced and glared at me. “Bitch! What kind of person are you? Do you think you could have made a difference in the world! You’re a hypocrite.” He tightened his hold on my shoulders and slammed me against my locker. Hard. “After alienating the world with your peace lectures, you try to punch me in my stomach.” He had my arms and legs pinned down so I couldn’t do anything. I was too dazed to shout out. I was helpless. “The world would be a better place without you, you know that. You don’t deserve to live.” He brought his arm up, and he slapped me hard across the face. “You disgust me.” He slapped me again on the same cheek. “I hate you.” And he slapped me once again, still on the same cheek. And I screamed. Argh, I hissed in pain and he let me go. He just walked away without another word.
After the click of his shoes faded, I took out my locker key and opened my locker. I looked into the mirror on the inside of the locker door, and I gently put my hand to my wounded cheek. It was heating up and all red on one side of my face. My cheek was scratched, and it was obvious that I had been hit. It stung when I touched it, and it slightly bled. My cheek was swollen on one side, and I just realized that I had started crying after he left. My eyes were also red and puffy; I’d been unconsciously rubbing them all this time.
I was a complete mess.
When I walked in, the class was completely silent, and everyone from the group gave me worried looks. Heero immediately ran up to me and cupped my cheek.
“Are you alright? What happened to your face?” His voice was worried and panicky.
I put my hand around his wrist. “It’s fine. There was just… an incident.” If I had told him about the dark haired man, I would’ve just caused some more trouble.
He closely examined my face again. He ran his fingers across my wounded cheek and I hissed in pain again. “Someone did this to you.” His voice was cold and stoney.
“N-no. No, no, something just… happened, and—“
“Tell me who.”
“But nothing happened it was just some sort of—“
“Tell me who did this, Relena. Please.” He was pleading now. I couldn’t tell him it was nothing, I’d make him worry even more, because I know he really worries about me. I just couldn’t do that to him.
I bit my lip. “It was the guy… With the dark hair… A-and blue eyes…” I sniffled. “Heero-kun… He… He slapped me… three times…”
Heero’s eyes widened, and a look of horror passed across his face. “He what?” he seethed. His tone was low and dangerous. And to make things worse, he was in this class. Heero turned around and walked over to him in long, manly strides. Heero grabbed his collar and lifted him off the ground. “Why?” he demanded. I could only barely hear him, his voice was so low.
The man shook with fear, but refused to give in. “Never… telling.”
“Wrong answer.” Heero threw him and he slid across the polished floor. He grimaced and groaned in excruciating pain.
“Idiot, I can’t move.”
“Kusotare! Why?”
He laughed sickly. “I’d hit her over and over and over again if I wanted to. I could kill her in a go if I had to.”
Heero trembled, and hovered over him. “Kutabacchimae!” he roared. Heero started punching him, over and over again. And we watched as the living hell was beaten out of the guy by Heero, a man that can break a porcelain mug with one bare hand. This is madness, Heero is beating the man out of blind rage. He can’t do that, he’ll kill him!
I ran as fast as I could and grabbed Heero’s arm, and desperately tried to pull him away. Duo and Quatre then also grabbed Heero’s arm trying to pry him off the poor soul caught up in his fury. He didn’t deserve this, no matter what he just did to me.
Eventually, with the help of Duo, Quatre, Wufei, Hilde and Dorothy, we were able to peel Heero off the man. He tried to get back at him, but he stopped struggling after he knew he wouldn’t get out of the grip of all of us.
“Heero-kun! You didn’t have to beat the—“
“Yes, I did!” He looked at me sternly. “I did.” He took a deep breath and cupped my cheek again. “Please, if something like this happens to you again, just… just tell me.” I nodded. “I will find out what Gait has against you.” I bit my lip, but nodded. He turned to ‘Gait’. “Daikirai, kusotare. Anata wa asamashii desu. Ja.” Heero said bitterly, and stalked away angrily, with me following him unsurely. When we were out the door, I could hear a male voice.
“What is the meaning of this?”
“I thought… Maybe, I just didn’t want to worry you…”
“Did you consider that maybe I would’ve been even more worried not knowing what happened?” I winced at his cold words, even more than the pain from the antiseptic. “I… I’m… sorry. I was just… worried.” I can tell he wasn’t really used to apologizing.
“It’s fine…”
“Here.” He secured a bandage on my cheek. “The swelling has gone down too.”
“Thanks.”
“Hn.”
“How much trouble are we going to get in for skipping class?”
“Not much. It was only last period, anyway.”
Awkward silence followed. But I spoke up. “Thanks, you know.”
“I couldn’t let a man treat you like that. Treat you like that.” He stroked a bit of my hair out of my face.
I could feel my face heating up at that somewhat intimate action.
“I will protect you.” His lips were on mine for a brief moment. “I promise.” He got up and walked out the door.
I touched my lips and blushed. I smiled. “Heero-kun!” I quickly followed after him.
Kusotare – Bastard
Kutabacchimae – Fuck you! or drop dead, you bastard!
Anata wa asamashii desu – You are despicable/shameful
Daikirai – I hate you
Ja – see you/see you later
-yawn- Oyasumi, minna-san! (goodnight everyone polite)