"Skin Deep"

Written By: Mookie

Disclaimer: I don't really need to be Captain Obvious here, do I? No ownership, no money being made. Written for fun, not profit.

Warnings: minor spoilers

Notes: Written for gw-jeopardy category Girls & Garters, 400 points, Beautiful hair

Word count: 515

Pairing: GW, none, Noin and Relena-centric

"Skin Deep"

It was something she wanted to do more than something she had to do. Anything that affected Zechs was something Lucrezia Noin took an automatic interest in, and that went double for those things that hit close to home.

Relena wasn’t always the most appreciative. She could be stubbornly resistant and headstrong when she was convinced she was right. Noin listened to her latest diatribe, a short but passionate explosion of words that got right to the point, before she stalked off, head held high.

No, protecting Relena wasn’t always easy, but Noin would put her life on the line to protect Zechs’ younger sister if she had to.
Spending time with Relena had given her the opportunity to compare the two siblings. Even raised by different parents with completely different life experiences, they were both remarkably similar in their passion for doing what they thought was right. Foolhardy or not, their safety came second to confronting those that stood in the way of their ideals.

Noin ran her fingers through her hair. She had no regrets about this assignment but it did give her far too much time to think about Zechs. Relena looked nothing like her brother. Her hair was too dark and her eyes were more green than blue, but when she pursed her lips determinedly and stood with her spine rigid to state her opinion, Noin could see the family resemblance. It was more than skin deep, and although they both came from a family of pacifists, each of them taking their own road toward peace, no one could deny they both carried themselves like royalty.

It was sad that a girl Relena’s age had to be more concerned with the fate of the world than of boys and dresses and how to style her hair for an upcoming dance, but she was a Peacecraft. She cared.

Noin’s attention was caught by movement in the grass, quickly approaching an unsuspecting Relena’s booted feet. Instinctively Noin unholstered her gun, took aim, and fired.

The snake slithered away from the shot that had narrowly missed its head and the grass was still once again.

Relena had whirled around to confront her and Noin slid her gun back into the holster at her side. She was certain it had been nothing more than a harmless garter snake, otherwise the shot would not have missed but would have taken the snake’s head clean off. She'd been at a distance, however, and Noin was not about to take chances with Relena’s safety.

She expected Relena to lecture her about her fondness for firearms or the dangers of discharging one in her direction, but when Relena marched back toward her and planted her hands on her hips, Noin was surprised that she said nothing.

Relena rearranged the bangs that Noin had so carelessly mussed and stood back again to inspect her work. Noin caught the smile threatening to break free as Relena gave her a curt little nod and then strode away again.

Guarding Relena wasn’t always an easy job, but it was definitely growing on her.

 

 

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