AN: I'm feeling much better now, and thanks for all of your concerns. This is a whole new series, and I'm very proud about how this is turning out, so please give me your feedback in your reviews. I really need to know what you think, so please review. It will only take five seconds, so please... review. Thanks everyone, and God bless you all.
Disclaimers: I don't own Gundam Wing.
The moon with halo fair glistened above the dark abyss of nightfall
as the young woman sauntered through the breath-taking flora of
her eminent garden. All about her were blossoms and buds of the
most eloquent accord, each contributing its own mystical touch
to the romantic portrait, which these flowers created. As she
rounded the bend, within her tresses of golden lust became entangled
roses of deep rouge whose petals caressed her skin with babe-like
softness, and white ones whose sprightly tips barely protruded
from the lush of green leaf. Continuing on, perfumed violets emitting
jasmine scent and exotic fire and sunray hues of the mature tiger
lily made graceful clashes with her light skin, for she was clothed
in that depth of the flora by a rainbow pallet of elegant pastels,
which made the shrouded wickedness of the eve vanish from all
sentiment. Without sound or stir, she knelt beside the fountain
which spouted waters of glassy lucidity, and gazed upon the silent
moon, looking down upon her... mother calling to the child which
she once loved so dearly and lost. Here she could be alone, and
here she could think of all that her heart denied her each day.
Honesty, reflection, nothing more could enter under this canopy
of fluid motion, and here is where she wished that she may always
stay. However, she knew that within moments her time within this
secluded boundary would end, and then she would be forced to return
to the world that so needed her, so cherished her innocent salvation.
But it was hers, and hers alone to give, and it should only go
to the people that need it to save their very soul... not just
to anyone. Why is it that those who so yearn for this redemption
are the ones that push it away when it is so offered to them?
This one simple question may never be answered, but perhaps somehow
we will see how the desperation of one individual can turn into
an implicit response to something which one can only answer in
his own heart.
Though her eyes were captured in the glaze of the moonlight, she
was still aware of the lone figure who followed her to this desolate
region and was now towering above her head.
"What are you doing here?" the voice echoed through
her mind, seeming to resound amid the recesses of her intent.
She dared not look up to meet his glare, for she knew that tearing
her own away would be next to impossible. "Answer me Relena,
why are you out here all alone."
"I needed to come here... to think things through,"
she whispered to no one, nothing but despair and weariness evident
within her gentle tone.
"You're foolish Relena," the voice said, unwavering
in its gallant but dispassionate tongue. "You know very well
that without someone here to protect you you're an easy target
to be assaulted, raped, or worse," he went on.
"What does it matter... the sun will still rise, and the
birds will still sing. I am nothing... I mean nothing," she
murmured to the phantom cloaked in the night's embracing shield,
letting a tear fall from her lashes and onto a rose that had been
crushed under his heavy step.
"Stop it Relena, you're being illogical. The world needs
you, and you know it."
"How can you say that Heero? You're the one who brought peace
to this godforsaken land! I did nothing... NOTHING to issue in
this millennium. I was a coward and hid behind those who were
willing to make an ultimate sacrifice. I'm just not as strong
as everyone portrays me to be... I'm a little girl. A little girl
trapped in a woman's body... one who doesn't want to grow up,"
she sobbed as the rest of her ocean of torment came pouring forth
in untamable surfs into the palms of her hands. She wouldn't dare
bury her head within his breast, for she would never show him
how helpless she really could be.
Her weeping and laments continued until his arms reached around
her petite frame and he hugged her to his heart. She was a doll,
a fragile porcelain doll that could and would crack when dropped
from even the smallest of heights.
After diminutive remnants of eternity of crying and leaving to
be reprimanded her last strips of dignity, she calmed and succumbed
to his gentle rocking and sway within the tender winds of the
garden. He lifted her chin that she may look into his eyes, and
when he did, he noticed a coy smile tug upon the edges of her
lips. Hastily sprinting up from the ground, she sat on the rail
of the fountain and began to speak to him a verse of rhyme that
she had founded amongst her heart.
"Look at the moon, the goddess Diana in her huntress gown
of virgin pride, staring and watching over all those chaste and
given to celibacy. Now look at the mild stream as it flows forth
from the mouths of the white stallions molded in this marble fountain,"
she chanted, motioning to first the silver orb that illuminated
the heavens, and then to the cold statue that adorned her fountain
of secrecy. "As you gaze upon their wondrous beauty of written
word untold, shower the ball of white fire in the cleansing waters
of the horses," she whispered as she pulled Heero next to
the fountain in a position in which the view of the moon was shrouded
by the mists of the waters. "What do you see?"
"I see the moon," he stated simply, "the moon bathed
in the trickling water."
"No Heero. I didn't ask you what is seen... I asked what
YOU see," Relena prodded.
He looked at the image before him closer, turning and giving her
a look of pure bewilderment and enigma. She let go a sigh, and
continued on, "The moon, it shows no flaw, and the water...
there are no ripples."
"So?" he asked still bemused.
"When these two elements come together as one, their faults
and marks of fatality are mesmerized by the elegance of the other.
You only see the beauty... not what is really to be seen, and
not what they are truly made of. Now step away," she chided
to him, nudging him away from his view, "and what do you
see now."
"I see... shadows... in the moon. Craters, dark crevices,
and the water, it's no longer a sheet of glass, but a mound of
concave crystal. Their imperfections are clear now," he replied,
beginning to understand what she was trying to tell him. He could
still see the image before in his mind through. The radiance of
the moon against the splashing waters of the fountain created
almost a mythical illusion. The excellence of the geometric moon
waved with sheer authenticity, and against the spring beautiful
sparkles and glitter were tracing the outline of the sphere, the
scintillations looking as tiny fairies among their own world of
dancing stars. The water shimmered with a blinding exquisiteness,
letting the reflective beams of the silver star create deceptions
of dulled blues and grays to blend with the sky. The sculpture
of the fountain, shining in its glory of the maiden Diana with
her chariot of dove-white stallions, the water creating for her
a gown of billowing elixir only added to the magic of this scene.
Still, even more, was Relena as she looked towards the stars,
the skies, the moon. Her silken tendrils fell to the ground as
licentious feathers of swan's down, and her carnation tinged night
dress brought out the dark blush about her pale cheeks. Undetectable
sparkles adorned her face as the trails of her shed tears dissipated
into the evening's magical hand, and her curves of womanly maturity
were accented with a dazzling trace of diamond glow.
Heero lost himself in his awe for such beauty, and was not awakened
until Relena questioned, "Which is better Heero? Something
so gorgeous and intangible that it could never be real, or something
with faults and trials that could perhaps vanish within an instant?"
her eyes pleaded for his answer.
Wasting no time thinking about his reply, he said, "Perfection
is a curse, one so allure and seductive, that once would think
that he wants it. But no, anything perfect can make no one happy.
While beauty is appealing to the eye, flaws captivate one's notions."
She stared at him for what seemed like forever, when she said,
'I see. I'm cold now, so I'll meet you inside in a few minutes."
Feeling as though he had said something wrong, he complied to
her plea, and disappeared into the mansion.
"I knew he would say that, so how can he ever love me,"
she whispered, and then turned to follow Heero inside when she
heard a raspy voice call to her, "Princess...
AN: Thank you everyone, and I'm sorry for being so mean to
you all. I am going to try to catch up on reading all of the fics
I have missed over the past couple weeks, so please be patient,
because I'll get there... hopefully. I'm really feeling much lighter
than before, and I want to say thanks again.