"Take a seat," said the voice behind the desk.

The man, who usually do not take orders, did what he was bided to do, not because he was intimidated but he knew what they were about to talk about was important.

Mirialdo Peacecraft sat back on his chair and looked at Heero Yuy sitting in front of him with hooded eyes. The kid he knew had grown into a man. Well built and judging from his bearing, he must have acquired admiration from the opposite sex. Still, the silent demeanor was still evident.

"From what I have gathered, you are the top agent of the crown from your country," Mirialdo began, he brought his fisted hand on his chin while the other rested on the arm rest of the chair. "Highly recommended by the king himself. Ace student of the academy. In just five years, you have earned the highest-ranking privilege in your country."

"Cut the crap, Zechs," Heero said in deep tones. "What is it you want from me?"

Mirialdo sat forward and reached for his pen. "I need your service. I have a mission for you."

Heero sat forward. "You know—"

"Relena's life is in danger," Mirialdo cut him off.

"Damn it! I—"

"It's getting worse. The threat. And everything else. I could not think of no one else who is more capable to handle this." Mirialdo scribbled something on the paper inside a black leather folder, closed it and placed it in front of Heero.

Heero expelled a deep breath. He picked up the folder and read what he wrote inside.

"That is the figure we are willing to compensate for any services you may render."

Heero gave him fleeting glance then looked back at what he was holding. He then raised his eyebrow when he closed the folder.

"Not to mention a monthly income and all other benefits for the inconveniences this may have caused you."

"What makes you think I would accept this job? I never had anything to do with Relena for years now. For her, I no longer existed."

Mirialdo gave him a knowing smile. "What makes you think that you no longer existed to her? You don't know her that much, do you?"

"No, I don't."

"You said that without qualm," he observed.

"Yes. We are worlds apart. Her world is different from what I knew."

Mirialdo lifted his shoulders and sat back again. "Well, whatever you say, you would accept the mission--"

"I can't leave my duties to my country. You—"

"'Cause you only have yourself to blame if something happens to Relena."

Heero knew that. From the start. Even without Zechs offering him that mission. Although apart, he always kept an eye open for her. No matter what how he deluded himself, there was still a part of him that cared for Relena.

And to hell with Zechs for putting him in a position where he could not get out of.

"I have spoken with your superiors and they have acquiesced for the safety of the prime minister."

Heero combed his fingers through his hair then released a deep breath. "You knew this would happen. You planned it all along," he said in an exasperated tone. "You knew I…" Heero broke off. "All right, I accept. On one condition."

"Name it and I would do anything within my capabilities."

"I alone operate this mission. No interference from you or from anybody else. Understood?"


Heero stood up as well as Mirialdo. They both went to the door. Mirialdo offered his hand for a shake to seal the bargain. Heero hesitated but gave put out his hand.

"I'll see you tomorrow." Heero said before exiting the door.


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yay! I am in a mood to write something. My being romantic is kicking up again. Too early to tell if it's mushy. Hopefully not. =)

next chapter: what would happen if Heero and Relena were "To Meet Again"?