A collection of short stories about Heero and Duo getting together. I've posted them all as separate stories because they can all be read as short oneshots but there is connection between the stories so I've numbered them in chronological order.

First in the Ficlet Arc.

Pairing: 1+R

Warnings: Relena bashing, a little.

Heero's POV.

1. Blinded by Pink

I've heard people say that love blinds a man. 'A man in love is blind', he is not to see the flaws of his lover, to him, they are non-existant, she is perfect in every single way, despite what people say about her. And when people speak wrongly of her and ignore the perfection that is so obvious to the blind fool in love, he gets mad at them and fights even with his bests of friends, because anyone can see that every inch of her is sculpted by God himself to be perfect and how dare they mock her, God's most breathtaking work of art. All the other women he created in his image were just drafts. She is the sole reason God ripped a rib out of his Adam and created the first female, so that one day, she could walk the earth and have people bow down before her.

All this man, so madly in love, sees is a flawless soul trapped in a body of human perfection.

To this adoring man she is priceless, the only flower in a field of weeds. And with her exotic dance in the wind she enchants him.

He does not see she misses a step. He does not see the sweat on her brow. He does not see the possessive grin on her face when she introduces him to her old classmates at reunion and old friends at elaborate dinner parties. He does not see he is nothing more than a handsome face and a set of tall, broad shoulders to her, that look good in a tuxedo. He does not see that she is shallow and cares only for how she looks next to him. He does not see that her love is fake. He does not see that she will never give him the unconditional love he has craved for all his life.

I wish I was so blinded by love that I, too, did not see all these things. I'd be perfectly content if I could just be blind to them. But I'm not. My eyes are wide open and I see it all.

And the only thing blinding me is the bright pink of her dress.



Part 2: When it's too cold to snow