Chapter 1
Relena sighs and looks at her clock on the bed’s headboard. “It’s almost three in the morning and I still can’t sleep…” She groans lightly and puts her left arm over her eyes before sighing again. For the past few nights, she had been getting very little sleep and was unsure of the reason for it. The blonde haired young woman closes her eyes and tries to find some rest before she had to get up in four hours.
The alarm goes off and Relena lightly jolts, having fallen asleep some time after three. She groans and turns off the alarm before getting up off the bed and heading to the bathroom. The bathroom door closes behind her and she starts the shower to warm up the water. A glance into the mirror makes her smile wryly. “Good morning Relena, you look like a mess…” She looks away and removes her white pajamas before stepping into the shower.
The hot water falls onto her body, the steam rising to her nose, invigorating her sleep fogged mind. She breathes in the vapor and begins cleaning herself, letting the water and heat wake her up. When she finishes, she steps out of the shower and dries herself with a towel. She wraps the towel around herself and she picks up her pajamas, going back into the bedroom. The pajamas are placed in a dresser, then Relena goes to the closet and pulls out a thin white robe.
She removes the towel and puts the robe on, tying the sash around her waist and wrapping her hair within the towel. Walking to the pair of fuzzy blue slippers, Relena goes over what she had to get done today. “I need to go over the budgeting plan for the terra formation of Mars with the finance council at nine. Most of the members agree, but the others will do their best to block the plan. If I get out of the meeting in time, I promised to have lunch with Quatre. Then there’s the meeting with the President, wanting to know how the trip to colony X12333 in the L-2 area went.”
By this point in time, she gets to the kitchen and smiles, seeing Pagan all ready there. “Good morning Miss Relena.” “Good morning Pagan.” She sits down at the table, seeing a bowl of oatmeal and some fruit there. “I assumed you were going to be up early today, with your meeting later on this morning, so I made you some breakfast.” Relena smiles at Pagan, thankful to have him here. “Thank you, I appreciate it.” He nods respectfully and sits across from her.
“I also wanted to tell you something.” Relena looks up at Pagan. “What is it Pagan?” Pagan’s brow furrows very slightly. “For the past years, there’s been a certain young man trying to contact you.” Relena looks curiously at him. “Who is it?” “He says he had attended school with you at the Saint Gabriel Institute until it was attacked and you left.” Relena looks curiously at Pagan. “Do you at least have a name for him?”
“He said his name was-” “Vincent Semist.” A male voice interrupts Pagan, saying the name instead. Relena and Pagan look towards the doorway to the living room. A young man enters, his dark brown hair clumped together into a few locks that bend downwards towards his blue eyes. Relena’s eyes widen and she half rises, recognizing the man in faded blue jean pants with a green wife beater tucked into it, covered by a blue unbuttoned shirt. “Heero!”
Heero leans his shoulder against the doorway, bowing his head with his eyes closed. “Vincent had been trying to reach you shortly after the Saint Gabriel attack. Interestingly, he had been blocked by an elderly man that refused to pass along any message.” Relena looks to Pagan, who furrows his forehead in annoyance. “I did what I felt was best for Miss Relena. And besides, it’s not like I’m the one that sneaks into her house early in the morning.” Heero smiles slightly. “I also do what is needed for Relena.” Heero opens his eyes and looks at Relena, who stares back at him. “Vincent had been trying much harder, as of late, to contact you. I think it won’t be too long before he ends up dropping by here.”
Relena gives Heero a curious look. “Why are you here, Heero?” Heero turns to lean on the doorway with his back, his arms folded across his chest and head bowed. “I’m protecting you, as I’ve been doing.” Pagan remains silent, but he wonders about Heero’s motives. “Heero, do you think I’m in danger?” Heero lightly shrugs. “His connections don’t mark him as dangerous, but there’s something about him I don’t trust.” Heero pushes off the doorway and looks over his shoulder at her. “Just be careful if he shows up.”
He starts to walk off when Relena stands up completely. “Heero.” Heero stops and turns to look at her. “Won’t you be protecting me though?” Heero nods. “Yes, but I won’t drop in uninvited again.” He walks into the living room, leaving Relena alone with Pagan. “I know he’s trustworthy, Miss Relena, but I don’t think we should put our faith in him.” Relena smiles slightly. “You said the same thing about Dorothy, and she has proven to be a good friend. There’s no reason for us to doubt Heero, I’ve trusted him with my life many times before.”
Pagan bows. “As you wish Miss Relena.” He goes into the living room to make sure the door was locked after Heero left. Relena sits back down and begins her breakfast. While she eats, her thoughts wander to Heero and his sudden appearance… as well as who Vincent might be. She breathes in and tries to clear her mind of the two, she had to mentally prepare for the speech and debate ahead of her. Which meant first finishing breakfast then getting dressed.
The alarm goes off and Relena lightly jolts, having fallen asleep some time after three. She groans and turns off the alarm before getting up off the bed and heading to the bathroom. The bathroom door closes behind her and she starts the shower to warm up the water. A glance into the mirror makes her smile wryly. “Good morning Relena, you look like a mess…” She looks away and removes her white pajamas before stepping into the shower.
The hot water falls onto her body, the steam rising to her nose, invigorating her sleep fogged mind. She breathes in the vapor and begins cleaning herself, letting the water and heat wake her up. When she finishes, she steps out of the shower and dries herself with a towel. She wraps the towel around herself and she picks up her pajamas, going back into the bedroom. The pajamas are placed in a dresser, then Relena goes to the closet and pulls out a thin white robe.
She removes the towel and puts the robe on, tying the sash around her waist and wrapping her hair within the towel. Walking to the pair of fuzzy blue slippers, Relena goes over what she had to get done today. “I need to go over the budgeting plan for the terra formation of Mars with the finance council at nine. Most of the members agree, but the others will do their best to block the plan. If I get out of the meeting in time, I promised to have lunch with Quatre. Then there’s the meeting with the President, wanting to know how the trip to colony X12333 in the L-2 area went.”
By this point in time, she gets to the kitchen and smiles, seeing Pagan all ready there. “Good morning Miss Relena.” “Good morning Pagan.” She sits down at the table, seeing a bowl of oatmeal and some fruit there. “I assumed you were going to be up early today, with your meeting later on this morning, so I made you some breakfast.” Relena smiles at Pagan, thankful to have him here. “Thank you, I appreciate it.” He nods respectfully and sits across from her.
“I also wanted to tell you something.” Relena looks up at Pagan. “What is it Pagan?” Pagan’s brow furrows very slightly. “For the past years, there’s been a certain young man trying to contact you.” Relena looks curiously at him. “Who is it?” “He says he had attended school with you at the Saint Gabriel Institute until it was attacked and you left.” Relena looks curiously at Pagan. “Do you at least have a name for him?”
“He said his name was-” “Vincent Semist.” A male voice interrupts Pagan, saying the name instead. Relena and Pagan look towards the doorway to the living room. A young man enters, his dark brown hair clumped together into a few locks that bend downwards towards his blue eyes. Relena’s eyes widen and she half rises, recognizing the man in faded blue jean pants with a green wife beater tucked into it, covered by a blue unbuttoned shirt. “Heero!”
Heero leans his shoulder against the doorway, bowing his head with his eyes closed. “Vincent had been trying to reach you shortly after the Saint Gabriel attack. Interestingly, he had been blocked by an elderly man that refused to pass along any message.” Relena looks to Pagan, who furrows his forehead in annoyance. “I did what I felt was best for Miss Relena. And besides, it’s not like I’m the one that sneaks into her house early in the morning.” Heero smiles slightly. “I also do what is needed for Relena.” Heero opens his eyes and looks at Relena, who stares back at him. “Vincent had been trying much harder, as of late, to contact you. I think it won’t be too long before he ends up dropping by here.”
Relena gives Heero a curious look. “Why are you here, Heero?” Heero turns to lean on the doorway with his back, his arms folded across his chest and head bowed. “I’m protecting you, as I’ve been doing.” Pagan remains silent, but he wonders about Heero’s motives. “Heero, do you think I’m in danger?” Heero lightly shrugs. “His connections don’t mark him as dangerous, but there’s something about him I don’t trust.” Heero pushes off the doorway and looks over his shoulder at her. “Just be careful if he shows up.”
He starts to walk off when Relena stands up completely. “Heero.” Heero stops and turns to look at her. “Won’t you be protecting me though?” Heero nods. “Yes, but I won’t drop in uninvited again.” He walks into the living room, leaving Relena alone with Pagan. “I know he’s trustworthy, Miss Relena, but I don’t think we should put our faith in him.” Relena smiles slightly. “You said the same thing about Dorothy, and she has proven to be a good friend. There’s no reason for us to doubt Heero, I’ve trusted him with my life many times before.”
Pagan bows. “As you wish Miss Relena.” He goes into the living room to make sure the door was locked after Heero left. Relena sits back down and begins her breakfast. While she eats, her thoughts wander to Heero and his sudden appearance… as well as who Vincent might be. She breathes in and tries to clear her mind of the two, she had to mentally prepare for the speech and debate ahead of her. Which meant first finishing breakfast then getting dressed.
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