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"Life Happened "Written By: shinigami2174 Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. It belongs
to its rigthful owners.I am not making money, this is written just
for fun. I am totally penniless, so please don't sue me. Rating: PG-13 Warnings: Relena?s POV, yaoi, yuri, het, language. Pairings: 1+2+1, Past R+1, Past 3x4, 4+5+4, 11+9+11,
future 1x2x1 Summary: After the second war, a more mature Relena
reflects on how her life and the lifes of the Gundam pilots are so
different from what she had imagined for their future. She snapped
out of her childish crush on Heero and decides to help him to find
happiness. Her main obstacle is that she doesn't have a clue about
how to help him, but she tries nevertheless.
Chapter 4: Bonding. The very first thing I did after Duo and I agreed to collaborate in our make-Heero-and-Duo-a-couple mission was get Duo assigned as my personal bodyguard. Wait a minute. Mission? What am I? She-Heero, Barbie soldier or what? Jeez, I’ve spent too much time around soldiers. Anyway, it was going to be a temporary gig. Just while Heero was absent, working on his solo mission. The idea behind this action was to have time to come out with a genial plan to achieve our objective. Well, it seemed quite easy at first. I just assumed that my experience as a politician and his multiple abilities would qualify us to reach our goal. Guess what? I was freaking wrong. Again. Let’s face it. Duo and I had null experience in romantic relationships. We didn’t have love lives at the time and hadn’t had love lives in the past so… you figure it out. We were so lost that we were almost… err… pathetic. I mean, what could we do? It’s not like Duo could go and give Heero flowers and chocolates. He told me he hadn’t tried anything with Heero. He had just been waiting for the moment when Heero would announce his engagement to me. Talking about impossible things… We spent every single freaking minute of our free time trying to come out with a semi-decent idea of how get them together. I must confess, some of our ideas were more stupid than others. Generally speaking, we were screwed. Every time I would come out with something, he would point out all the flaws my idea had. I’d do the same thing when he suggested something that just wouldn’t work. You could say, “Hey, It’s not rocket science.” Remember people, we’re talking about Heero Yuy. Last thing we wanted to do was make him angry. It could be dangerous and unhealthy for both of us. Sometimes, it got downright frustrating. In those goddammed moments, when our brains went dry, and we were almost pulling our hair in desperation, something quite unexpected happened. We started bonding. We shared so much time, and so many crazy ideas that we just got to know each other better. I learned he’s a very private person when he rejected my idea of writing a declaration of his love for Heero in a huge banner and display it from an airplane. He wanted to share his feelings just with Heero, not with the whole freaking universe. He knew I’m a very special girl when I suggested using some male stripers to sing and dance his love declaration. What? It would’ve been fun. Anyway, without any of us noticing, we started to be really comfortable and relaxed around each other. Unconsciously, we started to use pet names to address each other informally when we were in private. When he called me “Lena” for the first time, I was so glad that I couldn’t stop myself from grinning like an idiot. He noticed it and smiled to me. I started to call him “D” he objected that it might be confusing when Dorothy was around. I told him not to worry about it; my pet name for Dorothy is “Dot”. I also call her bitch when she drives me nuts, but never to her face. I’m not suicidal, you know. Don’t misunderstand. Dorothy is my friend. I care about her, but that girl can behave like a lunatic sometimes, so better safe than sorry. After some time, “D” evolved to D-chan. I also call him Shini. He also came up with other pet names for me: Len, Lena-chan, and little freak. He uses the latter just when I say or do something outrageous that really freaks him out, which happens...well, frequently, if you want to know the truth. During that month as my personal warden, err bodyguard, he worked with me, accompanied me everywhere, and ate with me. During one lunch, after a particular boring meeting that lasted the longest four freaking hours of my entire life, we began chatting innocently and then I had to open my big mouth. “That meeting was the most boring thing I’ve ever had to experience, Lena.” Duo said frowning with distaste. “How can you stand it?” “Because I have no life?” I answered jokingly. “Seriously, because it’s necessary, D.” I added. “Why it is necessary to listen to a group of old parrots that know nothing about what people really want or need?” he asked impatiently. “Because those self-centered bastards have money and power. Besides, if I pretend to listen to them and to agree with their ridiculous ideas, they’ll let me have my way and do what is right.” I said, sounding tired, even to myself. “You’re a manipulative girl. You know that?” He said, grinning. “Yeah, I can be a manipulative bitch if I have to. Call it a gift,” I playfully replied. “Oh my… you’re really something girl.” “I know,” I answered shamelessly. “By the way, what is the status of our mission? Any new ideas?” “Status? Screwed. New ideas? Nothing useful.” “Crap! We should ask Quatre. He’s the only
one with an active love life.” “Careful, Lena. His private life is not your business.” It was all he said. I took it for what it really was, a veiled threat. “Look, D,” I said, trying to remain calm. “I’m not judging him, or gossiping about his life. I don’t really care about whom he fucks or who fucks him. It’s his fucking business. I’m not the one who is spreading rumors about him, Trowa and Wufei in the Preventers HQ. I didn’t imply anything. It was just a freaking comment, so please chill out and cut the crap, would you?” “Rumors? What kind of rumors?” He asked, still trembling and visibly out of balance. I told him everything about the conversation I overheard in the copy room of the Preventers HQ. I didn’t omit anything. Not a single word. He listened silently, his expression turning darker as I related the story to him. “We have to tell Quatre.” He said when I finally finished. “I already did that, D.” I stated, relieved he didn’t hate me. He seemed to relax after that. “When?” “That very same day. It couldn’t wait. It was a very serious security leak.” “Thanks, Lena. You’re right.” “So… you ok?” “Yeah, I… um, kind of overreacted. Sorry about that.” “No problem, Duo.” I reassured him. “However, I need to know something.” “Sure.” “Are Trowa and Quatre on good terms? I ask it because I’m planning to invite them both to my birthday party. I don’t want them to feel uncomfortable.” “Honestly, I don’t know. I’ll ask his blondness, I promise.” “His blondness?” I asked amused. “Yeah, well. It’s one of my pet names for Quat.” He said, blushing a little bit. I couldn’t stop myself. I burst laughing uncontrollably. I had tears in my eyes, and almost fell from my chair. Then, it hit me. I had to have a nickname in the past. I had to know, so I dared to ask. “D-chan, we are friends, right?” “Of course, Len.” “If I ask you something, you will tell me the truth, right?” “You know I don’t lie, Lena. What’s the matter?” “What did you call me, back during the first war, when I was stalking Heero?” “Lena, it was another time. I didn’t know you at all.” “I need to know, Duo. What did you call me? Besides ‘that bitch’.” I said winking at him. “Well… I… used to call you… her pinkness.” I opened my mouth and closed it again without uttering a sound. He looked troubled. “You…” I said, looking directly to his eyes. He looked worried. “You’re a fucking genius.” I said, bursting into laughter. “It was perfect for me, Duo.” He seemed genuinely puzzled. After a while, he also burst into laughter. We were laughing like idiots for half an hour or so. Finally, I recovered my voice and told him. “It fitted me perfectly, D.” “I know, Len. You were always wearing pink or riding that pink car of yours. It just seemed so… adequate.” “Thank God I actually developed some taste and grew out of my pink phase.” It’s true. Thanks to the Almighty for some common sense. Going through life disguised as Pepto-Bismol is repulsive if you ask me. I and my big mouth almost caused a disaster. That was
a lesson for me. Duo is a great friend, loyal like nobody else and
very protective towards the people he cares about. So, take my advice.
Don’t mess with the friends of Shinigami. After lunch, we went to my home. We were in my bedroom, chatting idly, when I remembered I needed to pick my clothes for next day. Everybody thinks that I have an army of servants at my disposition that do everything for me. That is partially incorrect. I actually have an army of servants to help me, but I still do some things by myself. Like take a shower, nobody bathes me, no sir. I also select the clothes I wear. The idea of somebody handing me my panties is awful. A girl’s got to have some privacy. Anyway, I was in my dresser, selecting my clothes for next day when Duo asked me: “Hey, Lena. Where is that old guy that used to be your chauffeur and your personal butler?” “Do you mean Pargan?” “Yeah, that guy.” “He retired. He’s living in Hawaii now. I gave him a generous pension and bought a house for him. He did too much for me. He deserved it.” “Really? Can I work for you, please? I’d really liked to retire to Hawaii someday, you know.” We were laughing and joking, just having a blast. After some minutes, I found the suit I wanted to use next day. I showed it to Duo. When he pretended to use his finger to make himself vomit, I got the message. After I showed him like ten different suits, he stood up from the couch he was sitting down on, and went to find by himself something worthy of wearing. He examined my whole wardrobe making comments like: “Bad.” “Worse.” “Shit.” “Crap.” “What the hell were you thinking?” Get the idea? Finally, he told me, showing signs of incredulity: “Is that all, Lena?” “Well, it’s enough. I have, like two hundred suits and same number of dresses. I also have my night gowns. I can show them to you if you want…” “No! Please. Spare me. Tell me Lena. Who designed your wardrobe, a nun helped by a middle aged, single school teacher? Don’t you have any real clothes, fun clothes, clothes that you’d choose?” “Nope.” I answered. “Those are all my clothes.” “For God’s sake, Lena. You’re not twenty one yet and you dress like you’re forty.” “I have to look responsible.” I replied. “I agree Lena. But you have only beige clothes and always wear pearls. Some more make-up on you and you could look like my mother.” Crap! that stung. He must have noticed the expression on my face because he immediately added. “Don’t worry, Len. That’s what friends are for. I’m going to help you. As a matter of fact, I have and idea.” I had the feeling that I should be afraid or worried about his idea, but I just managed to smile shyly. “What idea?” “We’re going to go clubbing tonight, Len.” He said, with a huge grin on his face. “I can’t. I have to work tomorrow. Besides, I’m not legal yet. I can’t drink alcohol.” “We can go clubbing and you can drink water if you want. But we will go.” He was not asking, he was telling me. “Ok, what should I wear?” I finally surrendered. Curiosity always gets the best of me. “That’s half the fun, Lena. We’re going to go shopping first.” He told me, with a mischievous smile on his face. Then I knew I really had something to be worried about. tbc |
