Warnings: This story is a lot unlike my others and I really have no idea where it is going. Well I have a tiny idea ^_^ But the thing is this just sorta popped into my mind and I started typing and I've decided that unless I get some good reviews for it then I'm not going to continue. This story is probably going to contain adultery, hints of yuri and yaoi (nothing deep, but kissing and such may happen), and hetero. relationships. So far this part just starts the story off.

A short description so you won't get confused. This story goes back and forth between the GW universe and to one of their former lives (reincarnation kind of stuff, that's why its called what its called). The former life is in italics while the regular GW life is in regular type ^_^

And if you even slightly like this then review because this story is... Out there for me, especially since I've never written anything with even hints of yuri and yaoi, ok? Well ciao!

Reincarnated Sins

(Part One)

“Please,” the girl sobbed, holding onto the boy as tightly as she could, “please, don’t leave me!” She was only dressed in a corset, but the man was fully dressed in a navy blue uniform. He placed a hand on her head, running it down her silky hair.
“I’ll come back. I promise, somehow, I’ll come back to you.” He pushed her chin up, his eyes pained filled because of the tears streaming down her pretty face. “I love you, nothing could keep me from coming back to you.”
She raised upward and they kissed, softly, lightly. “I love you… And I believe you.”
“Goodbye, my love, you’ll be in my dreams.” He kissed her on the forehead then left. She ran to the window and watched as he joined the troops below.
“Promise me you’ll come back!” She yelled and he looked up and smiled, tears filling his eyes. The men around waited, each thinking of their own loves.
“I promise, I’ll be back for you!”
She blew him a kiss, then watched as he marched away with the other men… Off to fight for he, for their country, their people… For their love… “You will always hold my heart…”

* * *

As he fought he wondered briefly if this was a view of hell. Comrades lay at his feet, their blood making him slip. He ran his sword through the enemy, having long ago run out of bullets and gunpowder. The man fell, his blood staining the sword.
He spun around and wanted to run, but he couldn’t… There was no where to run to… A gun fired somewhere near him and he jerked toward that direction… The cold, lead bullet caught him in the stomach… He dropped his weapon, his hands going to the bleeding wound… The enemy reloaded, aimed again…
‘Promise me you’ll come back!’
He closed his eyes against the pain, not physical… But the pain tearing at his heart. Then his face clouded with determination. ‘Somehow, my love… Somehow I’ll come back to you.’
The next bullet caught him and his body shook once before falling to the ground… Another body added to the hellish graveyard.

“My love… You promised. You promised!” She covered her face, sobbing, her hair falling around her face, becoming a curtain.
“Daughter, wipe away your tears.” The stern voice of her father made her look up. He frowned at her, “Forget that boy. Your future husband is here, come and greet him.”
She stood up, her dress swishing against the bare wood floor as she entered the room. He stood up as soon as she walked in. He smiled at her warmly and took her hand, lightly kissing it.
“You look lovely, Miss Relena.”
“Thank you, Lord Quatre.” She couldn’t return his smile, but focused on the floor. ‘Oh my love, my sweet Duo, please forgive me…’

Relena blinked and stared at her ceiling and frowned slightly. This was the fifth time she’d had that same dream… She slowly sat up and pulled her knees to her chest and bit her lower lip. She just couldn’t understand what the dream meant… “Probably nothing, Relena. You’re just being foolish.” She smiled slightly and swung her legs over the bed and stood up. ‘It’s probably just nerves or something.’ She smiled and pushed the dream out of her mind… For now…

“Lady Relena, how are you?” Dorothy walked toward the lady, her violet dress soft against her legs, its silk teasing, taunting all those that saw. Her pale white flesh made many men forget gentlemanly manners and even some women followed her as she walked. Lady Dorothy knew this and loved it. She lived for the hunt, for the sensual experience of teasing, dancing just out of sight.
Relena stood up from where she’d been sitting in her courtyard, her soft blue dress rustling slightly as she did. Her hair was up in an elegant bun and Dorothy smiled at her. “I’m quite well, Lady Dorothy. You?”
There was a sly twinkle in Dorothy’s eyes as she reached Relena, “Oh, the hunt goes slow this time of the year, too many weddings.”
Relena and Dorothy were close friends or as close as Dorothy would allow them to be and they quickly did away with the usual formal tidings. “Why don’t you marry, Dorothy?”
“Marry?” She scoffed, “What good would that do? What merriment is in that? I was never meant to be a bride, Relena! That life would bore me immensely!” She leaned close to Relena, “Don’t you ever tire of your confined life, Relena? Don’t you ever wish for something else, something more?”
A flush crept up Relena’s cheeks and she pulled away from her friend, slowly sitting back down and motioning to the chair near her. Dorothy sat and Relena took a second to gather her wits before responding. “This is the life God wanted for me and Quatre is a good man, a good husband.”
“Being a good man or a good husband doesn’t mean he’s not boring. But dear I know Quatre and he’s quite intriguing actually…” Dorothy’s voice trailed off and Relena glanced at her sharply, only to find the other woman had been waiting for that and sent her a feral, sly grin.
“Dorothy, have you ever felt for another human? Have you ever felt love?”
She leaned back in her seat, smoothing down her dress, “Have you, Relena? Is your marriage to Quatre about love? No. In this time and day love doesn’t exist except in romance novels, so don’t look down at me, Lady Relena, because I am not married.” Dorothy smirked, “I see the pain in your eyes, I see the sorrow hidden in your soul… The guilt will eat you away if you’re not careful, Relena.”
“I do love Quatre!” Relena nearly shouted, anger clear on her features.
“Oh yes, lie again, Lady Winner, but no matter how many times you say it, it will never be true. You married out of obligation. You have never known true love.”
“I have…” Her voice had softened and Dorothy raised an eyebrow, intrigued.
“Really? I’m listening, Lady…”
“When I was younger…much younger, I fell in love with our stable boy… But he was called to war and left… He was killed in battle and I never saw him again… We were planning to run away together once he returned…”
“Why, I never would’ve suspected you of such, Relena.” Dorothy smiled, “He died in battle? Who’d ever thought a stable boy would be a war hero? In a sense I now respect you more, Lady Relena… Because now I know at some point you did give away your heart.”
“And why, Lady Dorothy, would you respect me because of that when you have never done such a thing?” Relena snapped and a saddened look passed over Dorothy’s features before vanishing as quickly as it’d appeared.
“My heart was broken long ago, so now I have no heart to give.” There was silence for a second before Dorothy chuckled, “And here comes your darling husband now, Relena. Good day, Lord Winner.” The two women stood as Quatre walked toward them, a man by his side.
“Good morning, Lady Catalonia.” Quatre lightly kissed Relena on the cheek, “You look well today, Relena. I’d like to introduce Mister Heero Yuy.” He motioned toward the man by his side and Heero stepped forward.
His cold eyes made Relena freeze where she stood, but Dorothy smiled. “Pleasure meeting you, Mr. Yuy.” He took Dorothy’s gloved hand and lightly kissed it, before doing the same to Relena’s.
“The pleasure is all mine.” He didn’t sound as if it was though… His voice was rough and emotionless.
“Mister Yuy just bought that manor next to us, dear.” Quatre smiled at his wife who nodded, giving the stranger a weak smile.
“How nice.”
Dorothy smirked, “I do believe that your arrival will intrigue many… Myself included, Mr. Yuy.” He turned to look at her, his Cobalt blue eyes traveling from her mischievous, sly eyes then to her full lips, all the way down to her feet in their tiny shoes.
“I believe, Miss Catalonia, that I must agree with you.” Heero turned back toward Relena and she swallowed as he smiled.

Relena stepped down from the podium, smiling as politicians surrounded her, wanting to know her opinion on some plan or the other. She politely excused herself and allowed the guards to surround her as she walked to her hotel room. She entered it after it was searched and deemed safe.
Now in the privacy of her room she allowed the smile to vanish and rubbed her temples. It wasn’t the meeting that caused her to fall on her bed and slump against the pillows in pure exhaustion… It was the dreams… The dreams that haunted her sleep; dreams of another world… It was so real, so dangerously real… It scared her… When she slept, it was like entering another life…
But sometimes this dream life felt more real than her real life.
She’d awake tired and sweating as each dream became more and more vivid…

* * *

“Now, Hilde, remember your manners.” Lucrezia told her little sister as they stepped out fo the carriage before their cousin’s estate. Hilde smiled sweetly, but her eyes showed her anger.
“I will, sister. Oh stop that, Lucrezia!” Hilde’s smiled reached her eyes as her sister tried to fix her bonnet, reminding her of a mother hen.
Lucrezia frowned as her sister laughed, “Oh you’re hopeless, Hilde.” Then she grinned and tweaked her sister’s nose, “Come now, our cousin comes to greet us. Cousin Quatre!”
The two girls waved as he came down the steps, his pretty wife following by his side. He hugged them and led them quickly inside, introducing them to Relena who smiled sweetly. They had just showed the two where their rooms were when the butler announced that Lady Dorothy Catalonia was visiting.
“Lady Catalonia!” Quatre lightly took her hand and she smiled at them all.
“Lord Winner, Lady Winner, and who are these two?” She eyed Hilde and Lucrezia with her predatory smile. Lucrezia stepped slightly in front of her younger sister and Dorothy smirked.
“This is Lady Lucrezia and Lady Hilde, they’re cousins of mine and will be staying with us for awhile.” Quatre said, not noticing the exchange between the women.
“Well, three newcomers now! Are you going to hold a welcoming party for your guests and Mr. Yuy?” Dorothy noticed the way Relena tensed and chuckled inwardly.
“Now that you mention it, Lady Catalonia, I really should!” Hilde nearly squealed with glee, not seeing her sister’s worry when it came to this new lady.
“Lady Winner, Lady Lucrezia,” Dorothy stared Hilde right in the eyes, showing her perfect teeth as she smiled, Hilde flushed at the other woman’s penetrating gaze, “and Lady Hilde, I invite you all to my manor for a small luncheon… And that ball may be for four soon, Lord Winner.”
“Four, milady?”
“Yes, I’ve heard rumors that a new gentlemen is coming to town. He’s new to wealth, having earned it instead of inheriting. I hear he’s quite charming.”
Quatre beamed, “Well I can’t wait to meet the chap.”