19-Jun-2001
Well, sometimes a girl just has to come out of that weird "not-writing" stage.
This is the product of being taunted by Tyr's signature one too many times. ;D I still wonder what the Awful Truth is. So I began to weave my own elaborate little mental webs, and I came up with this. [ndlr: Needless to say, I am so innocent it hurts.]
While I haven't figured it all out yet, I know that all the GW characters will be in on this one, and it's an AU. The teaser below contains 1xR/1+R, and for the moment, the crux of the story is Relena Darlian. I'm guessing that she and Heero are somewhere around 28. They've lived together for a considerable amount of time, and Heero thinks he's about ready to take the plunge into married life, despite his own reservations about it.
His plans change when Relena is the victim of a fatal stabbing attack.
Which is right about the time Heero finds out that Relena Darlian has her own awful truth.
I don't have anything concrete besides that-- other abstract ideas have the OZ organization in play, Internet mailinglists (this, I will have fun with), double lives, and probably a few exploding things.
Draft: Rough
Posted: 06/18/01
Author: Jay / carboxylated@yahoo.com
Archive: Gundam Wing Addiction (Tyr), Desolation Angels (Ashura, if she wants it)
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Disclaimer: Mobile Suit Gundam Wing is not mine, but belongs to Bandai, Sotsu and Sunrise. ;_; The characters and timeline have been borrowed for my own fiendish fangirl ends.
Title: Dissemblers
Category: AU, mystery/drama? Het, shounen ai/yaoi, shoujo ai/yuri?
@_@;;;; I haven't decided yet, so I don't know how to classify this.
Timeline: AU
Pairings: 1xR, ?xR, future 1+2/1x2, everything else undecided.
Rating/Warning: R. Violence, death, probable later mention of NCS, angst, OOC (for now), generally bizarre.
Feedback: Comments, criticisms, ramblings, death threats, and marriage proposals all welcome.
Note: I wonder about people on MLs, sometimes. And they probably wonder about me. ::chuckles:: I didn't borrow anyone's personality for the more sinister characters in here, so don't worry.
Thanks: For putting up with me. x_X;;
//... ...// = thoughts
#... ...# = messages, text in files, etc.
<<... ...>> = flashbacks
"Sir?"
The clock on the wall read 7:36 PM, the exact kind of number that Relena Darlian disliked-- would have disliked. Heero Yuy rubbed his temples and took a deep breath. He had always that it strange, that fascination with zeros and fives; it was as if a creature completely built on structure and order had lain beneath that peach skin, mouthing a modified binary code.
"Sir?"
Relena always woke up around 7:00 in the morning due to some innate clock that fluttered her eyes in alarm. If it were before 7:00, she would only get up at the exact moment the clock hit 7:00. If it were after, she would get up when the time ended in either a zero or a five: 7:05, 7:10, 7:15... If she awoke exactly *at* 7:00, she merited another fifteen minutes of rest.
7:37.
Her entire schedule was a series of a checks and balances so haphazard, it was random.
They had dinner at 6:45 in the evening, sipping wine until 7:25. It was mid-June, the honeysuckles were out, and they would meander out onto the small deck, happy to live on the second floor.
She always had soda in restaurants, murmuring for two cubes and pressing his hand over the checkered table. She mixed the laundry-- hot and cold washes, dark and medium and light colors; it was like she was trying to blend everything with a scoop of detergent and the rattle of the washing machine.
"Mr. Yuy--"
Relena wore that five-dollar red dress-- she called it her tango dress, even if she couldn't tango-- with the black stilettos when she was feeling amorous. The heels would clack against the wood flooring, and it was impossible to see anything at night when the curtains were drawn and the lamps were turned off. There was only the minute groan of the mattress as she crept on, and then the carefully arranged costume would clatter off. The shoes would hit the floor first, loud and obnoxious, cutting through the whispers. The dress was easier; his arms wound around her, tugging at the zipper on the back, and she would rest her chin on his shoulder, pale arms suddenly luminous to his adjusting eyes.
7:39. The man in the white robes shifted, discomfited, and crossed his arms. "Mr. Yuy?"
Heero lifted his head. All he could think about was the Italian Lite! dressing Relena put on her salads. Raising his eyes, he looked at the TV monitor. The linen had been peeled from the corpse, folded at her clavicles. Her skin was very pale in the fluorescent lighting.
His mind fumbled, //She looks de--//
Her tango dress and stilettos and the smell of scented candles and alarm clocks and the swish of washing machines...
"Yes," Heero said slowly, carefully. "It's-- that-- that's her. Relena Darlian." His shoulders slumped.
"Thank you." The man looked tired, but he offered Heero a look of sympathy anyway. Walking over, he pressed his palm. "I'm very sorry, young man. She-- she must have been... that is, you must have been... I'm very sorry." With a tap of his fingers, the image disappeared from the screen.
Heero swallowed. "Thank you."
<<"Hey."
"Hey what?"
"Look, if I die--">>
The man nodded. "The police will probably-- no, they'll call tomorrow, to ask questions. You can go home now. Sleep."
<<One dark eyebrow raised. "If you die...?"
She laughed self-deprecatingly. "Indulge me. I have a computer file setup for you to read. It just has some stuff I want you to know. Like, goodbyes and... things."
"You're so morbid," Heero replied.
Her cheek pressed against his. "Call Dorothy about it when you need to." Her voice was uncharacteristically serious, but it faded into her more customary lilt. "Fetch me a Sprite, please?"
His fingers pressed against her hip. "Two cubes," he said. "Two.">>
"Tinman."
Heero's hands paused. "Tinman? That's the file?"
The coolness of Dorothy's voice still unnerved him. As if she was not surprised at all, as if she...
The file came up on the window, and he began to read, ignoring the silence on Dorothy's end. It began like all her letters did.
#Heero, my hero--#
When he finished, Heero sat back, for the first time realizing that everything he had known about Relena Darlian could have been a lie.
End teaser
Jay
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