AN: This part is short, and I apologize for that now, but I'm sick, needed to get another part out, and just couldn't write anymore. Sorry this took so long. Thanks everyone.

Disclaimers: I don't own Gundam Wing.

"Everything's going according to my original proceedings, and soon my reign of suffering will be disseminated into the roots of the essence of these two souls... along with an additional little recompense for myself," Crorta laughed to himself as he gazed upon the sleeping princess, resting tranquil through finally complacent reverie away from his wrath that through every hour of every day and night seemed to plague her. The room had begun to quake under her feet, and all she could see was darkness, lost in a cyclone of remembrances and memories that whirled around in her mind, giving way to the echoing words of a scream and the whispering of the sparrow and nightingale that sang to her in the eve along the winds.

Oh he took what he wanted as the price for her courage in romantic disposition when he came to visit her that first night, and she was none the wiser to the absence of this "payment". When those animals, all resembling-with coats of darkened hue and coarse stroke of the fur, which cloaked their bodies-an evil revenue of power, licked her body with atrocious demeanor, they evoked onto her being a pestilence of a kind. Upon their tongues was a venom, unable to be detected by a mortal's eye, that drained her of her energy and sustenance, leaving her strength dependant on will alone, and after so long of defeat and weariness of a war with an opposing force, especially within oneself, she finally gives up and succumbs to the repose the calls her forth.

But he was not finished as of yet fellow readers, for he had a few more afflictions to bestow upon our heroine before his terror has been executed with proficiency to his liking.

He looked across the sheets that draped her body in curtains of garments and dulled white gowns, and stared at the figure that kept a consistent vigil over his love, his senses keen and alert to any threats that may come to play hazard upon her already fractured spirit... and yet he was completely betrayed by the individual that closely watched him now. The cackle rose within the recesses of his throat as he looked at the stoic Heero, thinking of what treachery he had in store for this couple as time would progress, and came to the decision that he would begin the next phase of his agony onto this resting body of a young, and now manipulated, woman.

"I call thee Centurian to my side, come and take away from this maiden fair her only chance at serenity within herself, and leave her to the dangle of her lover's command, forever being conflicted internally by their fateful dance of sin!" he bellowed into the aura, Heero not even looking his way as he recited the accursed lyric.

Rising from the wooden floor, as if it had been melded of dusky and parasitic waters, came the Centurian, in answer to his master's heed, a grim smile setting across his face as he beheld the beauty of his next victim in foul play. He was extremely large, his muscles creating an almost deformed mass of bulk and sinew, and the odor that permeated the room from his flesh was that of a rotting corpse, laid to rest in torment. He was a centaur-half man, half stallion-and rasping snorts were elicited from his chest as he neighed to be given the command to commence his ceremony, the mane of his tail being twisted and caught in a nest of tangles and knots, and his hooves encrusted with now hardened and cracking bloodshed from, evidently, former victorious battles. His eyes were fire, casting a lurid gleam over the girl as she slept without fear, unaware to her danger, and took from his quiver a long arrow with which he approached to seemingly impale the child.

However, once he genuflected at her side, examining her body with hunger, he brought the arrows upon her skin, caressing it along her flesh with a passion and harsh gentleness with the monstrous account of which he could muster, running the point along her breasts-she whimpering in response to the touch. He soon traveled down to her abdomen, stabbing her navel as he did so, and moved back up, panting with a luster as he began to suckle her nipples, though she not nursing, being able to taste from these maternal belongings the milk that was meant for only her baby, the privilege that was for the infant, for the daughter or son.

She shrieked as he lapped her bosom, trying to cover herself from his fleeting graces, and tears, filled with all of her chastity, fidelity, and virgin blush, fell from her eyes as she felt the hostile sensations, an eternal impurity and loss of innocence making her feel unclean to be even capable of a soul. The beast grunted in pleasure and began to laugh incessantly, losing his control as his stroked her body with his tongue and adorned it with the pinnacle of the spear, only his master drawing his attention back to the reality of his task.

"That's enough Centurian, we've broken her now, and I wish to spare her some of her humility. Poor, sweet child... what's yours is his," he said glancing to Heero, "what's his is yours, and what's both of yours will soon be mine!" He raised his hands and the creature disappeared in a shroud of smoke and haze, black as the compassion within his being, and he too decided to take his leave, parting from the lady with the last simple words of, "You were once a princess, and I a fairy. A princess of this fairy you shall never be, but to your own, a prince shall I be," and dissipated into the night without a trace.

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"Relena, it's all right, calm down, no one's here to hurt you. Hush now... hush," Heero chided as he rocked the now distressed girl in his arms of shield and protection, for she was scared to death, trembling so that he began to shake as she grappled her arms around his neck. He held her to his chest, removing the now dampened tresses of crystal and liquid magnificence of glass and diamond as they caught in the path of her glistening streams, decorating her with a mystical loveliness of angelic stature. Soon she quieted within his hold and fell back asleep, but as he laid her back upon the mattress, he noticed that she was clutching the sheets of the bed to her bodice, causing the skin that lay above to turn ghostly and pale, he keeping that in mind as he tucked her back in for the rest of the night.

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"He... He... Heero?" Relena said groggily as she began to regain consciousness from the earlier happening. She was about to speak again when he interrupted her, saying, "Shhh, lay back down and rest, you've had a rough night and you'll wear yourself out again if you don't take it easy."

"He came to me... I don't want it anymore..." she murmured, still half-asleep as he rubbed his fingertips along her jaw line, making the blissful supposition of sleep even more promising to her.

"What Relena, who came to you?" he asked with concern, clasping onto her hand and delving into the trenches of her irises, they relaying to his heart all of the emotion and sentiment she could ever feel.

"He said I would be brave... taking it away... going to hurt... us," she choked on, her fragments hardly even distinguishable.

"Brave, but you're already..."

"I could tell you about my feelings... love... you would know... happy."

"Stop it, you're delirious Relena. Just try to sleep, please," he begged her, never knowing what this sense, people called it fear, was like until now. He couldn't help himself from losing the conflict among his mind and heart when she was in tears, for he could remember in those cascades of laments and mourning, what it was like to be alone, lost, not knowing what step to take next... like a tiny babe.

Before he could even finish, she had drifted back into slumber, her brow still furrowed and twisting with regret and horror.

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"Come on Relena, you have to eat," Heero insisted as he brought the tray of food into her bedroom. Never in his wildest dreams would he have pictured himself playing nursemaid to the former queen of the Earth, Relena Peacecraft, and he couldn't help but realize how out of character and incredibly backwards this whole predicament had really become.

Since she was released from the hospital, she hadn't taken a step outside of her room and had refused any type of food or drink whatsoever... except for the occasional glass of water. She became gaunt and as though capable of being crushed by a single feather from the down of a swan, even this soft gossamer too much for her body to seemingly handle. Her breath became ragged, and she would do nothing more than stare out from her balcony, watching the little children play across her mansion in the vacant meadow, or listening to the soothing canter of the robins and their fellow soprano cousins, the bluebirds, that they graced her with as she stared into an abyss of troubled thought and nightmares. She would not speak, and the aspect that frightened, yes FRIGHTENED, Heero the most was the loss of her sparkle.

Ever since the day he first saw Relena on that forsaken shoreline, he noticed a rare twinkle that adorned her eyes with a resplendence of unequalled lust... not a lust of sinful passions and desires, but of compassion, sympathy, and ever-flowing devotion. Whenever he would look upon her when rivaling the night sky, not even the moon, the mother of the stars, could match the luminescence that her eyes took on when in thought or presence of another human being. It was magical, beautiful in its purity, and as this shimmer began to fade, he was determined to find out what was causing this disturbance in her character. And there was only one way to do that...

AN: Sorry again that this is short, but like I said I'm sick and I'm very tired. I know this part sucked, and I apologize, but please don't be too harsh... my head might explode from all the pounding that's going on. Thanks everyone!