Everything I Want

Part 7



I’M SORRY! /cries/ I’ve not been inspired in a long time…/sweatdrop/…sorry all fans “Of Lies and Betrayals” My muse locked up Sasuke and Naruto in a broom closet and lost the key. /Glares at Muse/

Muse: I said I was SORRY! /grumbles while looking for key/

Author: But don’t worry the story will continue…maybe after this semesters finals…I have an 18 credit hour semester, I’m about dead on my feet. I will finish, promise.

As for more GW I’ve got an Mpreg on the way called “It’s a Boy” with “Mission: Impossible” and “Sleepless Nights and City Lights” that’s the beginning of my new arc, don’t ask what it’s called I don’t know yet.

Okay, enough talking, read the story already and get back to me. /looks down at essays she has to write by tomorrow/ The things I do for you people…



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Somehow we had migrated back to the blue couch, door locked and tea firmly in hand. Don’t ask me how it got there I have no idea. Then again I think I blacked out from the shock and reverted to self-defense mode. Feed them and they will shut up…I think I heard that somewhere-oh yeah, that was my philosophy with Duo when we were younger.



I snorted. Younger? More like a few months ago in my head, but in reality it had been six years. 22 I never thought I would ever live to be that old.



“Heero, are you listening to me?”



I blinked. Oh yeah, Relena. “I’m sorry, what where you saying?” I turned my head so I was looking at her through my bangs.



She was poised in her regular position; legs crossed at the ankles and turned to one side, torso turned slightly toward me with her teacup and saucer delicately handled by manicured hands.



I watched her hands, fascinated, while she settled herself into a better position. The nails were rounded into an olive point with clear nail polis with a rosy tint. Her fingers were long and thin, almost like a pianists’. Her skin was a cool cream between a pail white and a beginning of a tan. Everything about her was smooth, polished, and cared for. There were no scars, no marks of work or hard calluses. Nor any stains of oil between the cracks of skin where it refuses to be washed out, no dirt under the nails no chipped nail tips or a crooked finger because of a bad setting of the bone.



“Heero, I’ve come to talk to you about something important.”



Her words and the clack of the saucer being set onto the coffee table made me look back at her face.



Her face was turned into a grim expression. I was sure that many a politicians had been met with this face and defeated by what they saw as honest determination. I just saw another mask. After all, I had known the king of masks.



“Heero, I know this must be hard for you suddenly loosing your memories and all, but I want to give you a proposition that I should have taken to you six years ago before you left.”



I blinked again. I had taken great pains to dodge her after the Mariemaea incident. I had wanted to escape everything quickly after I had discovered Duo had planned to propose to Hilde.



The burning in my chest suddenly flared up and I winced. Relena took it wrongly.



She placed a hand over mine, which I hadn’t noticed balling into fists on my thighs. “I want you to come live with me, Heero. I know this may be too soon but I still hold feelings for you and I want you to be in a place you can slowly catch up on things, even if you never regain your memories. I want you to have peace and of course freedom to roam around and maybe even learn a new trade instead of cooped up here.” Her hand gave mine a gentle squeeze but my head was running.



Leave here? Leave Duo?



“I-I don’t know, Relena, that might not be the best thing to do. After all, Duo-” I bit my tongue unconsciously and scowled at my bodies actions. It was like it kept me from talking about anything to do with Duo at all. I couldn’t quite understand it.



She gave me another smile and released my hand. “I know, Heero, you don’t have to decide right this moment just think about it.” She turned a little and picked up the purse she had brought with her and withdrew an envelope and handed it to me. “This is a shuttle ticket renewable for any day or flight from L2 to Sanq. There is also a keycard for the guards at the Sanq palace to let you through and cab fare if you need it. You can decide anything you want, Heero; I just want to let you know you have other options. I’ll be here until the end of the week, I hope you decide to join me.”



She twisted her wrist around to look at the face of the clock on and sighed. “I came here to do what I needed to and I really have to get back before the meeting starts in an hour.” She smiled again as she stood up from the blue couch and turned to go to the door.



The door slammed against the wall and a voice rang out. “Heero, guess what! I brought back Mrs. Stevello’s pasta. Now Hilde won’t have to-” Duo froze halfway between the door and the living room, eyes riveted on Relena. “What are you doing here?” He hissed.



Relena gave him a blank look for a moment then smiled. “I just came to visit Heero and see how he was doing. I didn’t think a phone call would be adequate since I was coming here for a meeting with the delegates anyway.” She made her way to the door and slipped past Duo’s still form, catching the door handle. For a moment she was silhouetted against the doorway and looked like one of the Heavenly Maidens in the stories. “Good bye, Heero, I hope you’ll think on what we discussed. Thank you for the tea, it was lovely.” Then she was gone with the door shut behind her.



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Duo and I stayed where we where for what felt like eternity, that is until he started to snarl.



He turned to me and bared his teeth, eyes full of rage in his tanned, angular face with his braid whipping like a cat’s tail behind him. “The hell, Heero! Why’d you let her in? You know I don’t like her why’d you’d even think I’d want her in my house!”



Suddenly the world felt like it was very far away. I didn’t even really feel anything and Duo’s words sounded like they were wrapped in cloth and half muffled. I just watched him rant while pacing around the room, the pasta in the bag precariously close to being splashed on the walls. Hilde would be the one to clean it up, cursing my name as she did so.



My body stood and slipped the envelope into the back of my waistband where my gun used to sit on the bottom of my spine. I then snatched the wildly swinging plastic bag from Duo’s hands and whisked past him into the kitchen where the food was deposited onto the counter.



I continued to set plates out and get silverwear all while my mind was absent and I was sure Duo was still ranting, unmindful of my disappearance with the food.



I felt a presence behind me and turned around. Duo was there, hand half outstretched in my direction with a bashful look on his face. I turned back around and plopped the food cartons by the dishes, making him follow me for once.



“Hey, Heero, I didn’t mean to go off on you like that. I’m sorry.”



I knew he was rubbing the back of his neck with his hand, head tilted and eyes somewhat downcast but keeping me in view at all times.



I sighed and lifted some pasta onto my plate and sat down, motioning him towards the other seat while I twirled the noodles around my fork. I didn’t like to be messy.



Duo plopped down into the other seat and piled pasta onto his plate, still watching me under his bangs. “So what did the pink princess want to talk to you about?”



For a moment I wanted to tell him, wanted to tell him I had an escape route from him and Hilde. I could follow Relena back to Earth, to Sanq. I could probably marry and have kids with her. I could become someone without Duo, without a need for him. I could erase him like the last six years I could- my mind stopped again. Kids, for once I imagined them.



Would they have dark hair? My eyes? Would they laugh and giggle so loudly they could be heard from in the next room? Would they prefer climbing trees to computers?



A flash of a small child, wild dark hair with dusky skin, wide smile and with hands full of flowers. Those eyes smiled too, those violet eyes.



I snapped back into reality with the smell of pasta, grease, metal, and sweat in my nose. I looked around at the kitchen. It was small, the table pushed away from the utilities that took up the entire wall on the other side of the room with an island inbetween. A doorway leading into the living room and another to the upstairs. The fo-wood on the floor contained stains and scuffs of living for years. This house was small and old, warm and it had no place for me.



“Heero, hey, Heero. Don’t zone out on me, man.”



I fixated on Duo’s face and for once had a moment of true clarity where everything clicked into place. Not all the years came back to me but some. Those years wandering the streets of Greece and Rome, of meeting others and loving others that I had always compared to one. Now he sat in front of me and I realized I could never have him. I took one last good look at his worn face and drank it in, memorized it and then shut everything out. It was best, after all, if he never knew.



“So, ya gonna tell me what you and the princess talked about?” He asked slurping pasta into his mouth with a child’s discard for manners.



I was silent for a moment then brought a bit of pasta into my own mouth and answered. “Nothing. Nothing at all.”



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This chapter was supposed to be longer so I\'ll wait till I finish and then post it on FFN. But don\'t worry, I\'ll still put the remaining section here.



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