138Never Talk to Stranger
By Unachieved Nirvana
Note: I'm revamping all of the chapters, I've grown as a writer and feel I can really do this plot some real justice now. So fasten your seat belts, I'M BACK!
It had to be today, if it wasn't today Mamoru wasn't sure if he'd ever be able to tell Usagi what was truly going on. Ever since he has joined Oz and fought in the war he was different, he had met new people, he learned what it was like to fight for the other side and wanted something more then the path that was lying ahead of him. He knew it sounded crazy, who would pass up spending eternity with the most beautiful girl in the universe? But that was the problem; she was so perfect, almost too perfect. She was the epitome of beauty, kindness, and for the most part grace. (She did have a tendency to trip up staircases) He couldn't live up to all that she stood for; for all that she would stand for in the future. Mamoru finally pulled up to the Tsukino home and got out of his car. He slowly walked up to the door, stalling for time. He never wanted to do this, but if he didn't he'd go insane. He couldn't take it anymore, it was now or never. He rang the doorbell, and in less then five seconds was greeted by the always-cheerful Usagi, his Usako.
"Mamoru-chan!" She hugged him tightly, he returned her hug and got a whiff of her hair. Like always it smelled of strawberries, Usagi always smelled like fresh strawberries, the scent was intoxicating and for a moment he lost himself in it. He snapped out of his trance and released her from the hug. He looked at her seriously, the look made Usagi frown.
"What's the matter Mamoru? Is everything alright?" Usagi questioned, concern in her voice. The question stabbed through him like a knife, she cared about him so much and he cared about her too, but his future was in the balance and he wasn't going to sacrifice it for Usagi.
"I have something important to tell you Usagi, I need you to listen and hear me out. And I just want to let you know it's not your fault…"
"Huh? What are you getting at Mamoru-chan?"
"Usagi remember when we talked about the future, about Chibi Usa and Crystal Tokyo?" Mamoru began slowly, making sure Usagi got everything he was saying, " Well I don't want any of it anymore. I don't want to spend eternity sitting on a throne ruling people I'll never get to know. I need to forge my own future and sit around and accept the one that was given to us. So what if my so-called future self told me about the future? The future has yet to happen and I can make it anything I want."
"Mamoru…" Usagi began, her voice soft and laced with a bit of hurt, "I free you from the burden of our future together."
Mamoru couldn't believe what he had just heard, she was letting him go. She truly was an Angel on earth. He kissed her on the cheek and was about to leave when she asked him something.
"Is there someone else Mamoru? I just want to know, is there another woman?" She asked.
He couldn't answer her, because the answer would surely kill her. He continued walking to his car, got in, and drove away. He drove away without any regrets, without a single qualm. Usagi with tears in her eyes turned around and entered her house slamming the door behind her. But Mamoru would regret leaving Usagi Tsukino at the doorstep of her house that night; he'd regret it severely.
Heero Yuy stood in front of a massive door leading into the Sanq Kingdom's Embassy in Paris. The reason why he was forced to stand out in the bitter cold of a frosty December night in Paris was because tonight was the Ball of the Year, the Sanq Ball that was held every year since the achievement of peace. It has only been two years but it seemed like forever for him and his fellow Gundam Pilots. Heero wasn't to keen on not having his Mobile Suit anymore, but for peace, for the end of the bloodshed, he'd give up anything. Now he spent his days as a simple bodyguard for Relena Peacecraft, leader in the new era of peace. He wasn't keen about that either, he wasn't keen about a lot of things in his life since the War had ended. He was trained to be the perfect solider, to fight, and that's all he knew. And now that the war was over, Heero felt he no longer had a purpose. And try as he might, he could never seem to get rid of himself. Yes, he had tried the suicide bit many times. It was evident by the scars he carried on his wrists and arms. But it was always unsuccessful for one reason or another, and now he gave up trying, plus he was placed under the ever watchful eye of Relena Peacecraft. When you think about it, she was more of a bodyguard for him. She would protect him from himself, but not in a nice way. In an annoying mother way, like when you're trying to sleep and your mom just keeps on talking to you.
"Heero, are you okay out here by yourself?" He heard a voice call from behind him. He turned around and saw Relena Peacecraft, the woman he dreaded the most.
"I'm fine." He said blandly.
"Just checking that your not…well, you know."
Yeah he knew, but no he wasn't. Honestly he wasn't even thinking about it, all he was thinking about was the freshly falling snow. And he turned his attention back to it but was interrupted by Relena's clinging on to him. He hated when she did that, he really did. Her hands were clammy and she smelt like key lime pie, but not that good kind, the bad kind of key lime pie.
"Heero, I know I ask this all the time but you know me I'm a stubborn girl." She started saying, and he knew exactly were she was going with this converstation, "You and I, we're like peas in a pod, Heero, did you know that? We're meant to be together."
Any woman who uses metaphors that involve food to describe relationships is definitely not a woman for Heero.
"Relena for the final time, I have no interest in you. I don't understand why you don't seem to get the hint." Heero said this harshly, and usually he never said anything at all, but he needed to get this out in the open, "The only reason I stay around is because if I leave I'll have four very angry Gundam pilots hunting me down making sure that I'm not slitting my wrists or jumping off the Brooklyn bridge!"
"Heero…"
"No Relena, I've absolutely had it with your attempts to try to change my mind. I will never change my mind. I-do-not-like-you." He literally had to spell it out for her.
She looked at him with a look of despair, without another word she let go of him and ran back into the Embassy, slamming the door behind her.
Usagi looked up and was greeted by a long hallway adorned with paintings of obviously very wealthy people and large French styled windows. The hall had a very high ceiling, and the carpet was a bright red, this was not the inside of the Tsukino house…Usagi turned around and saw that the door she had just slammed was no longer the front door of her home, but a grand door of a regal building. What had just happened?
So do you like it? I'm very proud, I've planted a lot of things for future chapters. I'm very very excited! Please review and let me know what you think.