Author's Note: Yes, I am back! And with a new fandom. DP fans, don't worry, I'm working on that stuff, too. I think it's far past time I finished Knight of Darkness. But here we go, with my first Gundam Wing fic. I originally intended it as a one-shot, but I guess Heero and Relena decided they needed more.
Heed the rating. This chapter doesn't have any M rated stuff, but later ones do.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing, but I do love it to little bits.
FLUFF HEALS THE SOUL!
The year is After Colony 200. Earth-Colony relations have held, due to the intervention of the Preventers. Vice Foreign Minister Relena Darlian now resides mainly on Earth, only traveling to the Colonies when necessary for her work. In these times of peace, only two men have their eyes on the dark possibilities of the future—Dr. J, and Dr. K; the only remaining Gundam designers.
They found each other by accident.
Well, almost. In truth, she'd never really given up her search for him, but their meeting on the streets of New Tokyo was completely unplanned. She was sitting by the side of the fountain, musing to herself after her meeting with the political delegates in this area. Truly, she was becoming tired of the endless meetings and paperwork, proper etiquette and thinly veiled ulterior motives. She almost missed the days when she could act on her true feelings and not worry about the world-wide consequences. On top of that, plans for the Colonial Bicentennial celebration were driving her into the ground.
Relena's eyes wandered over the crowds of people in the city, and she wondered what stresses they had in their everyday lives. That was when she saw him.
Dark hair blew casually over a sculpted face, and strong hands brushed it out of deep blue eyes. Those eyes... the eyes that had haunted her since she saw them close in death. Somehow, she'd known he was alive. Heero Yuy was not an easy man to kill.
"Heero!" she called, rushing toward him. He turned just in time to catch her as she crashed into his arms.
"Relena," Heero said in astonishment, though the word was muffled by her long hair. It had gotten darker, he noticed, leaning more toward true brown than the almost-blonde it used to be. Her bangs were also gone.
"Oh, Heero, I knew you weren't dead... I just knew it!" the young woman cried, still holding tightly to his shoulders. She could see he hadn't changed much—yes, he was taller, and a little broader in the chest, but the rest of him seemed exactly as she remembered.
Finally, he managed to pry her arms from around his neck and place her a few steps away. She was beaming, and her eyes were open to every emotion that ran through her. Relena never was very good at hiding herself. Heero sighed.
"Relena, I never expected to see you again."
Her expression became rueful as she leveled him a knowing stare. "By choice, no doubt. You've been around all this time, Heero, and never once did you come to see me. You never would have come back, would you?"
He chose to be honest. "No."
Relena smiled grimly and took his reluctant hand to lead him back to the benches. "Some things never change, I suppose. But please tell me, where have you been all this time?"
"I..." He wanted to lie, but her trusting expression wouldn't let him. "I've been wandering," he explained, wondering why he was so honest with her. "I started out in the Colonies, but there wasn't much there for me to do, so I came to Earth, and I've been working as a freelance pilot."
"Always a loner," she said, smiling.
She was right. No matter who came in and out of his life, Heero was always alone at the center of it. And he'd prefer to keep it that way. "Listen, Relena—"
"No." Relena cut in and put a hand over his. "No, Heero, you're not going to run away again. I don't know why we ran into each other like this, but I don't doubt there was a reason." She stood, straightening her skirts and lifting a hand to signal her car. "You'll return with me to the mansion, and stay as my guest." The car pulled up and Pagan got out to open her door. When she looked back at Heero, he did not seem pleased. She laid a hand on his shoulder. "I insist."
It seemed he had no choice in the matter. When Relena walked away, he followed.
The room was well furnished, and the bed was tall and highly cushioned. Everything matched, and the decor was the perfect cross of masculine and feminine influence. As Heero paced around the bed, he decided he didn't like it.
It was just like Relena to bring him here, assuming he'd stay because she asked him to. During the war, he wouldn't have stayed five minutes.
But this wasn't the war, he reminded himself for the millionth time. There was no new mobile suit to fight, or anyone to save. If he left this manor, the most he'd have to go back to were a broken down plane and ungrateful customers. Heero moved to the window, looking out over the Vice Foreign Minister's vast estate.
"So, she finally caught you, huh?" came a voice from the doorway. Heero turned to see a tall figure wearing black, his long brown hair tied back in a braid. Duo smiled. "I knew she would eventually, but I never figured she'd find you on Earth. It didn't seem your style."
Heero grunted. "Duo. I thought I got rid of you."
With a laugh, Duo entered the room. "Yeah, that's what a lot of people think, but the God of Death doesn't get lost so easily."
"Hn," Heero replied, moving to sit on the bed.
"Aw, come on, Heero, don't blow me off like that! We were buddies, comrades, warriors..."
"We were Gundam pilots," Heero corrected. "And we were trained to work alone."
"Yeah, well maybe you can work with that, but a face like mine just can't belong to someone as anti-social as you." Duo plopped down on the bed next to Heero. "So where you been?"
"Uh huh. You mean to tell me you haven't been watching Relena's every move?"
Heero's eyes whipped up, catching Duo with a steely glare. "What is that supposed to mean?"
Duo snorted like it was obvious. "During the war, man, heaven help the guy who came near her. You were like her guardian angel, when you weren't trying to kill her yourself."
"I only did what was necessary at the time."
"Ha! Necessary my ass. Well, you think what you want, buddy, but now that you're here, I have a feeling you're going to get your mind blown."
Duo had stood by then and almost reached the door. "Nothing, nothing, just some friendly advice to an old acquaintance. Watch your back, Heero, or you might just lose your heart."
The door closed behind Duo and Heero smirked. Lose his heart? Right. He had no heart left to lose.
"After all these years, he's finally back?" Hilde asked, astonished.
"Yes, and I intend to keep it that way," Relena responded. She took a sip of her tea and set it down. "Please tell Duo that if he should find Heero plans to leave, to convince him otherwise."
"Tell him yourself," Hilde quipped just as Duo entered the room.
"Who's telling me what?" he asked, striding toward the two women casually. He placed a hand on Hilde's shoulder, then leaned down to take the bundle in her arms. "How is she? I still think she's too young to be out like this."
"You're just overprotective. She's her father's daughter; strong..." She smiled at the look Duo sent her. "And stubborn."
Duo grumbled, but smiled when he looked down at his baby. He changed the subject. "What do you need to tell me, Relena?"
"Just that if Heero tries to leave... well, please try to stop him."
"Not much can stop Heero once he makes up his mind. I'll have a tough time of it, if it comes to that, but I'll try."
"Thank you, Duo. You've been such a good friend these past few years."
Duo blushed, but hid it by kissing his daughter's cheek. "Hilde's the one who wanted to come to Earth. I guess it's a good thing we did, though. I'm not sure the Colonies are stable enough yet. They're getting there, but I wouldn't want to raise Lulu in that environment." He lifted his eyes and found himself under the scrutiny of two amused women. Ah, damn, they probably thought he was cute. He gave the tiny baby back to Hilde. "Hey babe, why don't we head back to the yard? It's almost time for Lulu to go to bed, and we don't want to impose on Relena."
"Aw, but Duo—"
"That's alright, Hilde," remarked Relena as she stood. "This visit has been wonderful, but there are other things I need to attend to, and Duo is right. Thank you so much for letting me see your daughter."
"No problem, Relena. You know you can come by the junkyard any time you want. Duo's usually out working, but he's got me holed up inside until he says I'm ready to go back out. The company would be great."
Relena smiled. "Thank you. Perhaps Heero and I will visit soon. I'm sure he'd want to see that you're both doing well."
The young couple and the Vice Foreign Minister said their goodbyes. Once they were gone, Relena realized that though she did have much to do, she had no desire to do any of it. She lived in an enormous house, with lots of people to take care of it, and Pagan was nearly always with her, but she still felt so alone. Now that she knew Heero was alive, and now that Heero was in her home, she only wanted to see him. Suddenly, paperwork and meetings seemed a thing of the past, though she knew they weren't. She was halfway up the stairs before she realized she'd moved, and by then she had no intention of stopping. Her musing mood took her all the way to the guest room, and then it deserted her. She was left with nothing but a door between her and the man she dreamed of every night, and no courage to carry her through it. Relena shook herself; a mental slap to the face.
She was Relena Darlian! The Vice Foreign Minister to the Colonies, and a uniting voice during the War of AC195. But despite the so-called courage she showed during war-times, she was terrified.
She'd just begun to reach for the handle. Soon, it would turn beneath her hand, and the door would swing open, and Heero Yuy would be standing before her. She would ask him if his room was suitable, and though it clearly wasn't, he would say that it was, if only to avoid the hassle of finding him a new one or changing anything. He would see that as pointless, and it was. In fact, it was pointless for her to even stand there, analyzing every move that they both made, because the only thing predictable about Heero was that he'd be unpredi—
"Just come in, Relena," Heero's voice called through the door.
She was so shocked, she obeyed him.
He was laying on the bed, on top of the covers, with his hands behind his head. "How—how did you know it was me?" she inquired.
"You were breathing heavily enough for me to hear."
"Oh." She stood there awkwardly.
"This is your house, Relena. You don't need to ask to come into a room." Heero sat up and put his back against the ornate headboard.
"Right." She moved forward and sat on the bed by his feet. He seemed comfortable... he was the kind of man that could adapt to any atmosphere. "I was wondering if, perhaps, you'd like to go with me in a few days to visit Duo and his family."
"Family?" Heero's eyebrow quirked up.
"Yes. Hilde and their daughter, Lucrezia."
His eyes widened, a small visual concession to the surprise he must have felt. "Hilde... they have a daughter? When did that happen?"
"Well, they've lived together since during the war, and Lucrezia was born about four months ago. They visited today—that's why Duo came up to see you. It's been quite a while since I've seen them, as Duo's been so concerned about Lulu leaving the junkyard, and I've had business to see to."
"Mm. Your business never seems to end."
He was actually having a conversation with her! Pleased, Relena relaxed a bit. "It doesn't end. Sometimes I wish I was born into a less influential family."
"If it wasn't for you, Earth would not be at peace right now."
"That's what everyone keeps telling me, so it must be true, I suppose. It just seems that I am very young, yet I feel so old."
Heero surprised her by leaning out and touching a hand to her cheek. "You look as young as the day I first met you." His tone made it seem like a simple declaration of fact, but to Relena it meant so much more. She smiled, staring down at her hands in her lap.
"Then I suppose I haven't been truly young in a very long time."
They sat in silence for a while, a comfortable aura settling around them. They'd seen so much together, and Relena, just like Heero, had to come to terms slowly with the idea of the battles being over. They all did.
"What have you heard of the others?"
"The other pilots?" asked Relena, lifting her gaze to him. "Well, Wufei and Quatre are Preventers up in the colonies, so I rarely see them. Trowa is still with Catherine, but they've left the circus and opened a theater on one of the L3 Colonies. Trowa has been slowly trying to recover his past, and Quatre has been helping him."
Silence once more. She enjoyed being with him. This was the longest amount of time they'd spent together since they met, and Relena found that with Heero, she did not need to be the Vice Foreign Minister Darlian. She could simply be... herself.
"Will it make you happy for me to go with you to Duo's?" he asked at last.
"Yes, Heero, it will."
"Then I will go."
"Oh, really, Heero?" she inquired, resting a hand on his calf. She was delighted, and she sent him her best smile.
To her surprise, his lips tipped up in return. "Yes."
"Thank you! I'm sure Hilde will be thrilled to have you, and Lulu is absolutely adorable." Relena rose from her seat and rushed up to hug him. "Thank you for staying, and thank you for saying yes."
Heero was once again assaulted with the sweet smell of Relena's hair. He closed his eyes and slowly brought his arms around her waist, briefly hugging her in return. "It's not like I have anything better to do."
Relena pulled away laughing. "Of course. Well, I have things that must be done before I go to bed, so I'll leave you alone now. Please come down the the dining room tomorrow and have breakfast with Pagan and I."
"Right. I'll see you tomorrow then, Heero."
She left the room in a whirlwind of energy and smiles, and the silence after her departure seemed decidedly empty. Though she was gone, Heero could still smell her, and he stared at the impression on the bed where she'd sat. What was it about her? What did Relena have that made it almost impossible for Heero to say no?
If he hadn't been able to answer that question in five years, he certainly wouldn't answer it that night. Deciding it really didn't matter anyway, he laid back and within minutes was asleep.
The next morning, a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt lay on top of Heero's dresser, and the connecting bathroom was completely stocked with various soaps, shampoos, and a myriad of towels. He showered, dressed, and made his way through the large mansion to the dining room. Both Pagan and Relena were already there. Pagan stood as he entered, and a maid brought him a plate heaping with food.
"How pleasant for you to join us, Mister Heero."
Heero grunted in response, and for the rest of the meal he listened to his two companions talk about their plans for the day. Relena's schedule was packed with meetings, announcements, and other duties. When their food was gone and the plates taken away, she turned to him.
"Have you been to this part of the World Nation before, Heero?"
"Once, a long time ago."
"It has changed quite a bit recently. You should take a look around. I can arrange for a car to take you wherever you wish."
"Hn. I can walk."
"That's fine." Relena stood, and Pagan quickly left the room, presumably to ready her car for the day. She walked over to him, and before he could say anything, she swept a damp lock of hair from his face. "Promise me that when I come home, you'll be here." She bent down and kissed his cheek.
"I promise," Heero said, frustrated and confused by the need to clear his throat before he spoke.
"Good," she responded quietly, and left the room.
For a few minutes, Heero sat at the table silently. For the absolute first time in his life, he had nothing to do.
He felt lost.
Unable to sit any longer, he shoved away from the table and dashed out the front door. He jogged all the way down the long driveway and into the city that surrounded Relena's estate. It was a pleasant day, and the streets were filled with people running errands and enjoying the weather. Relena was right; the city had undergone a lot of construction since he'd been there, and he'd only gotten a glimpse of it when Pagan drove them to the mansion.
When last he'd seen it, Chofu had been a business district, but in recent years it had apparently become an entertainment center, judging by the number of music and movie stores lining the roads. As he walked, the relaxed air of the people seeped into him, and he began to watch those around him. There were shoppers everywhere, especially near a large food store. Street vendors called out their wares, and either gullible or amiable passers-by stopped to see what they had. Tourists stopped to photograph the beautiful buildings and parks. Maybe Heero could get a job here in Chofu, and escape from the doldrums of his—
What was he thinking? There was absolutely no reason to consider a job in Chofu, as he had no permanent plans of staying. He would stay with Relena until either she or he grew tired of it, and then he would move on. Again.
A woman's frantic yell broke through his internal monologue, and he whipped his attention toward the source. A young mother, clutching an infant to her chest and a toddler by the hand, was calling for help and gesturing toward a man rushing away down the street, a large purse in his hand.
Heero took off at once, his trained reflexes carrying him through the confused crowds and around obstacles as he hunted the thief. The man dodged into an alley and Heero smiled, knowing that the man had made his fatal mistake. He dove into the alley and caught the criminal in seconds, using the force of his body to ram them both into a wall. The purse fell to the ground, and the thief grunted in pain before readying a punch.
Heero beat him to it, landing a swift uppercut to his jaw and then a kick in the gut. He backed up and spun, kicking out with enough strength to send the gasping man flying yards away. Heero was about to continue the assault when he realized that no one was fighting him anymore, and his enemy had been defeated. He quickly checked, found the man still alive, and with a shrug lifted him over his shoulder. He snatched up the purse on his way back to the street, and in moments was returning it to the stunned woman. She thanked him, her eyes flicking between the purse and the unconscious perpetrator.
Heero took him to the local law enforcement, explained the situation, and left while the officers' jaws were still hanging to the floor. He made his way back to the mansion, only to find it essentially empty. He wandered, his body still charged with the energy of fighting, but the tiny spat in the alley had only left him wanting.
It wasn't enough.
When Relena came home, she immediately searched for Heero. She checked his room, her heart skipping a beat when he was not there. She checked every room in the house besides the servants' quarters, as she did not wish to disturb anyone. Fearing the worst, she finally ventured out onto the grounds. Most of the lawns were open and easy to see across, and Heero was not there. She was left with the woods, only a portion of which were on her property, the rest leading away to the outskirts of the city. The small forest was a sanctioned preservation area; a haven for the wildlife that modernization pushed out of the way.
She wove through the tall trees and bushes with grace, knowing each path as well as her own body. She often walked these trails as a way to relieve the oppression of her day-to-day life, but this time her steps were filled with apprehension and worry. Had Heero broken his promise? Had he left her again so soon? She prayed not... she'd been looking forward to...
Quiet grunts of exertion reached her ears, and she made her way toward the sound. She broke through a wall of brush and was amazed to find Heero, perhaps fifteen feet up an extremely tall and high-branched tree. He was clinging to the bark with sheer power of muscle; the first solid branch still yards above him. Too shocked to know what she was doing, she called out. "Heero!"
"Huh?" Heero turned his attention to her and lost his concentrated grip on the tree. He slipped and plummeted to the ground, landing with a loud thud on his back. His breath was knocked out of him, but he was still sitting up by the time Relena rushed to his side.
"Oh, Heero, I'm so sorry! Are you alright?"
"What are you doing out here?" he asked, artfully avoiding the question.
"I came looking for you! What were you doing out here?"
"Climbing a tree."
Relena let out a burst of nervous laughter, her hands already skimming his torso, looking for injuries. "I noticed that much—you're too literal—but my question still stands."
Heero sighed. "A woman had her purse stolen today, and I got it back for her, but I needed to burn off some energy."
Relena frowned at a cut that a dead twig left on Heero's lower back. "So what you're saying is, you got into a fight, and you wanted to fight more, so you had to find something else to do to occupy your mind."
He stilled her hands, tired of the useless ministrations. "Yes. I didn't think you'd understand."
She sighed, sitting back beside him. "I feel like that too, sometimes, though I imagine it's worse for you. It must be hard for you to stop fighting, Heero. I know that you're glad you don't have to kill anymore, but you're a warrior... that will always be a part of you. It was stupid of me to bring you here and not give you something more productive to do. Here I am, thinking you'll be perfectly fine with nothing to occupy yourself, and I find you climbing trees. Oh, Heero, I am sorry."
She stared at him a moment, but he seemed to be done with the conversation. "I promise I'll think of something. But it's getting dark, and Pagan will worry about us. We should head back." She stood. Heero nodded and moved to get up. As he did, something shifted in his left side and pain shot through his body. His face showed nothing, but he couldn't control his body's initial hesitation, and Relena saw it. "You are hurt! Is it your left? Take off your shirt." Before he could object, she'd lifted the garment off of him and was gently but insistently pushing him back. "Lay down. I need to look at this. You're beginning to bruise here, and it looks horrible."
"Forget it, Relena." He tried to sit up. "I'm fine."
"No, you're not. Stay down."
"Someone else can take care of it."
She lost her temper. "Do you honestly think so little of me? There was no way I could last through the war without first aid training! I know what I'm doing, and I know that you're hurt, most likely worse than you think. You never show pain, but that doesn't mean it isn't there!"
She pushed him down one last time, and bent over his chest to inspect the damage. Heero lay silently, thinking. What would he have done if a pilot was needed, but someone told him that another person less qualified should do the job? He probably would have let them go, but then, Relena was very different from him. She was obviously offended by what he said, and that hadn't been his intention.
"I didn't mean that you were unqualified for the job."
She paused and let out a deep breath. "I know that. I'm sorry for snapping at you; it was completely uncalled for, but do you know how many times I've seen you hurt? Never once did anyone help you, nor did you ask for it, and I hated that. I suppose I envied your strength. You did things that I could never do. Anyway, I just want to make sure you'll be alright. Please try to understand, Heero."
He'd left so many times, she was terrified it would happen again. He'd nearly died so many times, that any scratch or bruise sent her into a frenzy. Yes, Heero understood. It seemed he'd protected her a little too well. He did not want Relena to be afraid, or hurt—he was supposed to protect her from those things. What was he supposed to do when he caused them?
He knew the extent of his injuries. He'd hit the ground hard enough that his rib almost cracked. Instead, his muscles took the damage, and the wounded nerves had alerted his body to the change. Relena's soft fingers were slowly discovering these truths, at the same time gently soothing them away. Her small hands poured over his chest and side like cool water, and he closed his eyes. Slowly, his tension unwound. Part of him wanted to stop her, to keep her from touching him, because she must know by then that he was alright. Another part wouldn't let him stop her, because aches were leaving that he'd forgotten were there. Never had he felt so equally torn.
Her fingertips traced the scars that crisscrossed over his skin, battle after battle like a story written on flesh. She wasn't erasing them, but she was bit by bit healing them, and completing their tales. Heero felt just the smallest bit like his world was changing. Or, rather, that his mind was catching up with the world that already changed.
Relena's touch skimmed along the waist of his pants, and he opened his eyes. She was watching her hands, her attention rapt as she caressed his body. He wondered why she felt he deserved that kind of attention, but at the same time he hesitantly welcomed it. He watched her expression change from amused to sad to intrigued time and again. She had touched every visible part of his skin. A single mutinous thread of thought told him to do the same to her.
"What do you want, Heero?" she asked as if reading his mind. Her hands never stopped moving.
"Yes. You don't have to do anything anymore, so what is it you want to do?"
"I know machines."
"But do you like machines?"
He paused, seriously considering the question. Machines were both complicated and basic. The finished product was a piece of technology that could run and obey and sometimes choose, but broken down, there were simply pieces of metal and screws and bolts. They were not emotional, or confusing, and had no need for conversation.
"There are computers and cars and pieces of equipment that need to be repaired or reprogrammed here at the mansion. Would you like to do that?"
"That wasn't my question." Her hand stilled on his cheek, her eyes like clear water in the twilight.
Relena drew a slow, smooth line with her fingers from Heero's cheek, over his neck and collarbone, and down his chest and abs, finally stopping when she reached the button of his pants. She hesitated there, seemingly unsure of herself, neither willing to continue or pull away. Heero sat up. The pain in his side was gone.
They sat close together, Relena's hand still resting precariously on Heero's abdomen. His hand lifted gradually to touch the side of her face. He became fascinated as her eyes drifted closed and she tilted her face into his hand. He was deciding whether to move it or not when a voice called to them.
"Miss Relena! Mister Heero! Are you out there?" Pagan asked, his voice coming from the house.
Relena pulled away and stood up. "Yes, Pagan, we are here! We're on our way back!" She turned to Heero and held out her hand.
He took it, allowing the help for her sake. Heero put his shirt back on and they made their way through the woods. As they entered the house and went their separate ways, Heero wondered exactly what would have happened if no interruption had occurred.
Relena and Hilde sat on either side of the baby-seat on Duo's back porch, alternately cooing and playing with Lulu. It was another beautiful day, so Hilde had insisted they stay outside. Heero leaned against the house, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched them. Duo walked up beside him, wiping his hands on a rag before tossing it onto a pile of similar cloths by the door. He chuckled.
"Man, I wish the view was this good more often."
"What?" asked Heero, never taking his eyes away.
"Come on, buddy, look at them. Smooth skin, soft hair, bodies that could..." He trailed off, finishing the sentence internally instead. "A guy could do a lot worse, let me tell you. Those two could turn heads at a beauty pageant. I personally feel that it's a crime to ignore the allures of the opposite sex."
Heero watched as a breath of breeze ruffled Relena's hair and clothes. A tiny finger of air lifted her skirt, sliding it up her thigh before she unconsciously put it back in place. He supposed that Relena had always been pretty, but he never really thought of her that way. She started out as a problem for him—a hindrance to his mission, and nothing more. Then she became his mission, and he was forced to focus less on her and more on what threatened her. At the end, she'd simply been the only one worth paying attention to. She'd just been... Relena. As he stared at her, Heero scanned his eyes over her thin ankles, shapely legs, thin waist, creamy breasts... He paused there a moment before moving on to her unforgettable face, and then her graceful hands. The same hands that had touched his body so tenderly less than twenty-four hours ago. Looking at her and remembering that, he could feel his heart-rate speed uncharacteristically.
"Apparently I should lock you up. Man, you look like you've been hit in the gut by a beam-cannon blast."
"I just never..." He shook his head to clear it.
"Alright, listen up. If Hilde weren't the only girl for me, Relena would be first on the list of my possibilities. Relena's had guy after guy come after her, but she turned them all down. Think about that, Heero, all of them. If I were a more observant guy, I'd say she was waiting for someone. Oh wait, you're living in her house now, aren't you?" Duo grinned, letting the impact of his words settle into his strong but female-dense friend's mind. "Usually, when a guy and a girl live together, it means they're together, you know?"
Relena... She was beautiful, Heero realized. She was stunning, actually, and looking at her, Heero was reminded of a time when a woman's body meant something to him. For the first time in a while, he remembered that he hadn't always been emotionless. Was it possible for him to get those emotions back? With Relena... maybe.
"What do you think I should do?"
Duo's grin widened, and he let out a satisfied breath. "Well, that depends, good buddy. What do you want?"
Heero paused for a long moment. "I want to be with her."
"Well, in that case, stay where you are, and then get closer. It's just a feeling, but I think she'll be pretty open to anything you propose."
When Heero just stood there, staring at her, Duo gave him a nudge toward the women. "Go on, get closer! You gotta start somewhere." Heero nodded and walked forward to kneel by the two women and the baby. Duo mused to himself. "J did a great job training you, Heero, but maybe it's time for Relena to teach you something new."
Smiling proudly, Duo went over to give Hilde a big kiss.
XD I love Duo! . No SagePoints for this one, guys. I figured since it's my first GW fic, I should just let it stand on its own.
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