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Disclaimer: All Gundam Wing characters and
references belong to their respective owners. The song You’re Not Alone,
which appears on the Escaflowne: The Movie soundtrack courtesy of
Bandai, belongs to the artists and company that recorded it. The song Grace
of an Angel (Fall From Grace) copyright Cecilia J. It was used in this
story with the best of intentions. Story elements © Hideki LaShae. No money was
gained in the writing of this story.
Dedicated to my sister and brother (in-law).
May they have the happiest of all marriages. And may they never fall from
grace.
Grace of an Angel
There is peace in the Earth’s solar system eleven years
after the passing of the most influential pacifist of all time, Queen Relena
Yuy of the Sanc Kingdom.
Only two short years ago, Dr. Sally Po and the former
Queen Lucrezia Noin Peacecraft died in a terrorist bombing. The supports of the
anti-total pacifist movement bombed a building, which contained hundreds of
pacifist leaders from throughout the solar system. Not one of the pacifists
survived the bombing.
Reiya Peacecraft, the dark haired elder twin daughter of
Noin and Milliardo, tries desperately to fulfill her responsibilities as the
Foreign Minister of the Sanc Kingdom. Her main help in this endeavor comes from
her younger brother, Zechs Merquis Peacecraft, who has taken on the roll of her
assistant.
Nariya Peacecraft, the light haired younger twin daughter
of Noin and Milliardo, is currently in medical school trying to become the best
doctor the Sanc Kingdom’s ever seen.
* * *
The rain pours down.
The eleven-year-old blond girl sits on the grave leaning
up against the tombstone. She holds her hand over her Prussian blue eyes to
shield them from the rain. Her hair drips with water revealing her extremely uneven
haircut. She shivers. Her name is Herangelia Yuy, and the grave she rests on is
that of her mother, Relena.
Grace Barton walks up. She holds her umbrella over
herself. Her green eyes stare at the angel statue on the grave next to
Relena’s. Her blond hair falls down to her shoulders. She kneels beside
Herangelia and tilts her umbrella to shield them both. “How long have you been
waiting?”
“Eleven years,” says Herangelia, “I’ve waited eleven
years for her.”
“I know. I’ve waited eighteen,” says Grace.
“I’ve walked so long I can’t remember. Where was my home?
The distant faces fade away. I’m always on my own. I can show a smile, it’s not
hard to do. I can have the strength to go on but sometimes I wanna let go of
everything,” sings Herangelia shivering, “When thoughtfulness is not their
game, I teach by giving love. High mountains seem higher endlessly when they’re
pebbles at your feet. And if you should still fall into despair, there is one
thing left to believe… I lie in your heart always.”
“Nothing is braver than honesty. My life is your faith in
me!” exclaims Grace. She pulls Herangelia to her.
“I’ll be there when you need, you don’t have to hide from
me what you are feeling now. I fill your soul,” sings Herangelia, “We will seek
together destiny. Troubles have an end. We’ll carry on hand in hand, you’re not
alone.”
“People searching desperately outside themselves, caught
up in thinking of what never helped. And I’d forgotten too that love exists
inside me as in those I wanted from. I feel you now!” sings Grace.
“I’ll be there. I’ll be there when you need. We will live
together. Nothing is in our way,” sings Herangelia, “With trust in our soul.”
“We will seek together destiny. Troubles have an end,”
sing Grace and Herangelia, “We will carry on hand in hand. We won’t forget we
have each other. Love is in the hearts of all men. You’re not alone!”
Herangelia shivers.
“We better get you inside, Herangelia. You’re soaked to
the bone!” exclaims Grace, “Come on!” She stands and pulls Herangelia to her feet.
Grace and Herangelia huddle close together beneath the
umbrella as they head back to the Peacecraft Manor. They head up to
Herangelia’s room.
“You should take a hot shower now and get into some dry
clothes,” says Grace.
“What was my mother like?” asks Herangelia walking into
the bathroom and leaving the door open.
Grace walks into the bathroom. “She was the only mother I
ever knew.”
Herangelia sheds her clothes and drops them into the
sink. She steps into the shower and closes the glass door. She sighs. “At least
you’ve known a mother.”
“What about Cecilia?” asks Grace, “You hang with her a
lot. Isn’t she like a mother to you?”
The water turns on, and Herangelia is silent.
“I could really use a mother now,” says Grace. She sits
down in the chair before the vanity.
“What’s wrong, Grace? Are you having problems with the
wedding plans?” asks Herangelia.
“Yes and no,” says Grace.
The water turns off, and the shower door opens.
Herangelia steps out of the shower and grabs a towel. She
wraps it around her short wet hair and pulls another towel from the small linen
closet. “Talk, Grace.”
“There are just some things that I wish I had a Mom to
help with!” exclaims Grace as her eyes fill with tears. “Helping me find the
dress… It’s just one of the times when a girl needs her mother!”
Herangelia wraps the towel around her body and sets her
hand on Grace’s shoulder. “I know how you feel,” she whispers, “I feel the same
way. I’m sure Cecilia or Hilde would love to help you with the wedding plans.”
“It’s not the same,” says Grace. She dries her eyes and
stands up. “I’m going to go take a shower now. I’m starting to feel a little
chilled myself… Would you like to help me later? … Shopping for my dress?”
“I’d love to!” exclaims Herangelia, “I’m sure Hannah
would love to come too!”
Grace nods and walks out of the bathroom. She walks out
of Herangelia’s room. She runs as fast as she can to her room. She collapses to
her knees in a fit of tears. “Mother… Relena…”
* * *
Thomas Yuy stands proudly as his father adjusts his bow
tie. His unruly dark brown hair makes him look just like his father, complete
with matching blue eyes. “How do I look, Dad?”
Heero Yuy smiles. His Prussian blue eyes look at Thomas
with pride. His dark brown hair is wild and disheveled. “You look like I did
when I married your mother. She would be so proud of you, Thomas.”
“I know. Soon, I’ll be following in your footsteps. I’m
ready to start my own family,” says Thomas looking down at his tuxedo, “Only a
few more weeks before I make Grace my wife!”
“Nervous?”
“A little nervous. A little scared,” says Thomas, “but
completely ready! … Um, Dad? Grace and I were discussing the ceremony.”
“What is it? What’s on your mind?” asks Heero sitting
down in a chair.
“Do you want us to have a royal wedding?” replies Thomas
sitting down.
“That is entirely up to you two. You are the Sanc
Kingdom’s Prince and Grace will become a Princess,” says Heero, “but if that
happens with your wedding or not is up to you and Grace.”
“We would rather like a royal wedding… like you and Mom
had!”
Heero nods and smiles. “Then that is what you’ll get! You
can get the crowns that Relena and I were crowned with at our wedding… the
crowns of the Prince and Princess! Trowa and I will crown you both. I’m sure
he’d agree.”
“I think Grace would love that!” exclaims Thomas happily,
“And I think now that the arrangements for the wedding are all set. The only
thing we need is her wedding dress. She’s been fretting over it for awhile.”
“Bridesmaid dresses picked out?” asks Heero.
“As far as I know,” says Thomas.
Heero smiles.
Thomas runs his hands through his hair. “I miss Mom. I
wish she was here.”
Heero stands. He turns his back to Thomas. “So do I.”
“Dad?”
“We’ll talk again later,” whispers Heero heading out.
“Me and my big mouth! I got Dad missing Mom again! He’ll
probably head to his room to cry now!” exclaims Thomas, “Me and my big mouth!”
* * *
Duo Maxwell walks down the hall humming with his nose
stuffed in a folder full of papers. His waist-length chestnut brown braid flies
behind him, and his blue eyes pay no attention to where he’s going, much less
pay attention to the man walking beside him.
“Hey, watch it, Duo!” exclaims Chang Wufei pushing Duo up
against the wall and holding his arm protectively over his friend. His slicked
back black hair is bound in a ponytail at the base of his neck.
Heero storms past his two friends without even glancing
at them. He hurries quickly into his room and slams the door.
Wufei looks back with his black slanted eyes.
“What was that about?” asks Duo staring at the closed
door.
Cecilia runs out of her room at the end of the hall. Her
brown hair falls to her waist as she skids to a stop beside Duo and Wufei. Her
gray eyes stare at the closed door to Heero’s room. “Heero?”
“Yes,” says Wufei nodding his head.
“He probably wants to be alone,” says Duo staring at the
door as Wufei backs away from him. “I think it’s Relena. The upcoming wedding
must have gotten him thinking back to her and his life with her.”
“He may want to be alone, but he needs
someone to be there with him… to cry beside him!” exclaims Cecilia.
“What about you, Cecilia? Can you be that person?” asks
Duo.
“I can try,” says Cecilia heading to the door. She opens
it and walks in quietly.
The door closes silently.
“Do you think that was wise, Duo? Sending her in there
with him now? With him mourning over Relena?” asks Wufei.
Duo just smiles. “Maybe having a woman with him is just
what he needs right now. Who knows? Maybe he’ll do himself a favor and make
love to her.”
“There are more things in life than just sex, Duo,” says
Wufei walking down the hall again.
“I know, Wufei, but sometimes, it’s needed too!” exclaims
Duo running to catch up to Wufei, “And I think that Heero really needs it!”
“For once I agree with you, Duo!” exclaims Wufei, “Now
let’s go meet up with Trowa and Quatre! We’re supposed to have the final
fitting of our tuxes today.”
“Yeah, and I look good in a tux!” Duo grins happily.
Wufei and Duo hurry to the living room where Trowa sits
with Quatre watching the music video to Road to Peace.
Trowa Barton smiles as he watches the screen. His brown
hair is styled forward to hide his green eyes.
Quatre Raberba Winner sits beside Trowa. His neat blond
hair is a vast contrast to his best friend’s brown locks. His blue eyes shine
happily.
“Hello, Quatre,” says Wufei walking up beside his husband
and quickly kissing him.
“Wufei!” exclaims Quatre holding Wufei’s hand. He smiles.
Trowa looks up. “Hey, Wufei! Hey, Duo!”
“You ready to go try on our new tuxedo’s for Grace and
Tom’s wedding?” asks Duo with a huge grin.
“Yeah!” exclaims Trowa lifting the remote and turning the
TV off.
“Then let’s go!” exclaims Quatre as Wufei pulls him to
his feet.
Trowa stands. “I’ll go get the car! Meet you out front!”
“Hey! I’m coming too, Tro’!” exclaims Duo running out of
the room behind Trowa.
Quatre pulls Wufei into a close embrace and kisses his
lips passionately. “I love you, Wufei!”
“Quatre! I love you!” exclaims Wufei. He smiles.
Quatre smiles. “Let’s go!”
Wufei and Quatre head out of the living room with their
arms around each other.
* * *
Hilde Maxwell climbs into the driver’s seat of the
midnight black mini-van, and she buckles her seatbelt. She turns her head, and
her short black hair bounces lightly. Her brown eyes stare at the front door to
the house.
Cecilia runs out of the house with Herangelia. She climbs
into the front passenger seat and buckles up. “Hello, Hilde.”
Herangelia climbs into the back seat.
“You two coming dress shopping with us?” asks Hilde.
“Yes. We need to pick up the bridesmaid dresses that
Grace picked out,” says Herangelia, “Plus she wants all the opinions she can
get about her wedding dress!”
“I know. I’ve been looking at wedding dress magazines with
Grace,” says Hilde, “She hasn’t found anything she would wear.”
“This will be a long day of shopping,” says Cecilia
drawing a gun out from beneath her jacket. She slides the clip out and checks
to see how many bullets are in it. She replaces the clip and brings a bullet
into the chamber. She puts her gun away. “Today… I protect the Sanc Princess…
both of them! I’m acting bodyguard on this trip!”
Grace runs out of the house and hurries to climb into the
back of the van.
A pretty thirteen year old girl with chestnut brown hair
and blue eyes races out of the house and runs to the van. Her name is Hannah
Maxwell.
Grace sits down beside Herangelia.
Hannah climbs into the van and closes the door. Her
chin-length hair bobs as she sits down beside Grace. “We’re ready to go, Mom!”
“Buckle up!” exclaims Hilde.
The three girls buckle their seat belts as Hilde starts
the engines.
“What kind of dress are you looking for, Grace?” asks
Hannah.
“Something that moves me,” says Grace, “Something that
makes me look just as beautiful at my wedding as Relena looked at hers.”
“Relena was breath-taking!” exclaims Hilde with a sigh,
“You should have seen Heero the first time he saw Relena in that dress! He was
so shocked at her beauty that Duo had to keep him standing!”
Grace giggles. “I would have liked to have seen that!”
Cecilia chuckles lightly. “Me too!”
Hilde drives the van towards the largest, most expensive
wedding shop in town.
Cecilia guards the entrance as everyone walks into the
shop. Then she follows behind.
* * *
The two seventeen-year-old boys sit down together in
front of their game station playing their oldest game, After Colony Wars.
The eldest of the two boys, by a few days, is Zechs
Peacecraft. His long blond hair falls gently over his shoulders. His blue eyes
reflect the light from the screen. “I’m going to win this time!”
The other boy is also part Peacecraft, the youngest son
of Relena Peacecraft. He has his mother’s blond hair, but he obtained the wild
unmanageability of his locks from his father. No matter how hard he tries, he
can’t get his unruly hair to be anything but disheveled. His eyes are just as
blue as his cousins. His name is Jeffrey Yuy. “Not if I can help it, Zechs!”
Eighteen-year-old Jason Maxwell walks into the room. His
chestnut brown hair is pulled back into a short braid. His blue eyes look over
the screen as a fiery crash lights it up, and the words ‘Game Over’ flash on
the screen. He laughs. “Who won?”
“I did,” says Jeffrey looking up at his friend, “I did
Duo’s famous finishing maneuver.”
“I’ll win next time,” says Zechs smiling.
“Could I get you to help me with something?” asks Jason.
He grins just like his father always does.
“Sure! What?” asks Zechs turning off the game station.
“Heero… he asked me to find some things for him. He
didn’t tell me exactly where they were, and under the circumstances, I didn’t
want to ask,” says Jason.
“Under the circumstances?” repeats Jeffrey, “What’s
wrong?”
“He looked like he had been crying again,” says Jason.
“He really misses Aunt Relena. That’s why he calls Reiya
and Nariya by Rei and Lena,” says Zechs.
Jeffrey nods. “And Herangelia’s his angel now. Kind of
like Relena had been.”
Jason nods. “His devotion to her is touching but also
worrisome.”
“Why’s that?” asks Zechs.
“Well, after all this time… these eleven years, he is
still strong in his love for her and her alone. That’s very touching. Relena
would be pleased and honored to know that he still loves her as much today as
he did when she lived,” explains Jason, “But even Relena would be worried about
him. He has been acting… somewhat strangely. His heart has remained open to us,
to the people he loved before Relena’s passing. But to all others he has had a
heart of solid stone! Relena would never have asked him to stay so strongly
devoted to her. If she had suspected he would have, she would have made sure to
tell him to love again.”
“You’re right, Jason, but… there’s nothing we can do,”
says Jeffrey, “Dad may not be able to love again…”
“What did you need our help with, Jason?” interrupts
Zechs.
“Oh, yeah! I nearly forgot! What are we looking to find?”
asks Jeffrey smiling.
“Two crowns and a dress!”
“What?” asks Jeffrey and Zechs as one.
“We’re looking for the crowns that Relena and Heero wore
as Princess and Prince,” says Jason with a huge grin, “and also Relena’s
wedding dress! It is in one of the safes in the West hall. Apparently the
crowns are together in one and the dress is in another.”
“All right! To the West hall!” exclaims Jeffrey.
“Race you!” exclaims Zechs running past Jason and
Jeffrey.
Jeffrey and Jason hurry forth from the room.
The three young men run down the hallways. They hurry to
the West hall.
“We’ll have to check every safe I’m afraid!” exclaims
Jason looking at all the picture frames which might conceal a safe behind them.
Jeffrey pulls a painting of Milliardo Peacecraft down
from the wall to reveal nothing but more wall. He replaces the painting.
Jason takes down a painting of Ania and Trowa to reveal
the first safe.
Zechs moves to a painting of Duo and Hilde as Jason tries
the combination on the safe. He smiles at his safe as he starts to spin the
combination.
Jason rifles through the valuables in the safe before
closing it and putting the picture back.
Zechs looks through his own safe. “Nothing here! You,
Jason?”
“Nope!” exclaims Jason.
Jeffrey pulls down a painting of Heero and Relena wearing
their crowns along with the formal attire of the Sanc Kingdom. “Okay. I
forget,” he says chuckling, “What’s the combination?”
Jason falls to the floor laughing.
Zechs closes his safe and puts the painting back up as he
laughs. “The combination is six right, twenty-one left, forty-two right. Okay,
Jeff?”
Jeffrey starts to spin the combination.
Jason gets up and moves to a picture of Sally. He pulls
the painting down to find bare wall. He replaces the painting.
Zechs pulls down a painting of Quatre and Wufei. He
starts to turn the combination as Jeffrey pulls open his safe door. “Did Uncle
Heero mention why he wanted all this stuff?”
“No,” says Jason checking behind a picture of Noin to
find more bare wall.
“Maybe he’ll tell us when we bring him this stuff,” says
Zechs opening the safe.
Jeffrey pulls a fuzzy jewel-laden box from his safe and
he opens it. “Hey, guys! Look here! I found the crowns!”
Zechs and Jason move up to look in the box at the
beautiful crowns. “Wow!”
Zechs returns to search his safe as Jason takes the box
from Jeffrey.
Jason walks to a small hall table and sets the box on it.
Jeffrey closes the safe and re-hangs the painting of
Heero and Relena.
Jason moves to a painting of Relena, Duo, Trowa, Wufei,
Heero, and Quatre. He pulls the painting from the wall, and he starts to open
the safe.
Zechs closes his safe and replaces the picture. He moves
to a picture of Sally, Milliardo, and Noin. “Moms, Dad…”
Jeffrey moves to a painting of Duo and pulls it from the
wall. He starts to open the safe.
Zechs pulls the painting down and opens the safe.
After a quick search, all three young men close their
safes and replace the paintings. They find only wall behind the paintings of
Trowa, Hilde, and Wufei. Next they search the safes behind the paintings of
Ania, Quatre, and Heero.
Zechs pulls down the painting of Relena in her wedding
dress, and he opens the safe. “We’re running out of places to look!”
“I know, but Heero said the dress was here!” exclaims
Jason.
Zechs shifts the contents of the safe around. He sees a
large white box, and he pulls it out of the safe. “I think this may be it!”
Jeffrey walks up to Zechs. He pulls the top off the gift
box. “Well, let’s see it!”
Jason walks up to them, and they all look into the box at
the lace overdress packed on top.
“Hey! This is it!” exclaims Zechs happily, “Aunt Relena’s
wedding dress!”
Jason closes the safe and re-hangs the painting of
Relena.
Jeffrey puts the lid back on the box.
“Now let’s take this to Uncle Heero!” exclaims Zechs.
“I’ll grab the crowns!” exclaims Jeffrey smiling. He
rushes to the table and lifts the box with the two crowns.
“Let’s go!” exclaims Jason, “I’m sure Heero’s still in
his room!”
The three young men rush towards Heero’s bedroom. They
knock on the door.
After a moment, Heero’s saddened voice calls, “Come in!”
Jason opens the door and walks in. He sees Heero sitting
on his bed with red, puffy eyes. He whispers, “Heero, we found the dress and
the two crowns.”
Zechs and Jeffrey enter.
“I have the dress, Uncle Heero,” says Zechs smiling. He
opens the box and walks towards Heero.
Heero pulls the lace overdress from the box, and he looks
at it. He pulls the dress into his arms as if was embracing Relena. He puts the
dress carefully back into the box. “Jason, Zechs, could you take this to
Grace’s room? Leave it on her bed if she isn’t there.”
“We’re on our way!” exclaims Jason.
Zechs closes the box and walks out with Jason.
Jason closes the door.
“I have the crowns, Dad,” says Jeffrey sitting down on
the bed beside Heero. He sets the box on his lap.
Heero opens the box and lifts a plain gold crown. He sets
it gently on Jeffrey’s head. “That will be Thomas’s crown. They’re having a
royal wedding. As they’re married, they will be crowned Prince and Princess.”
“And this will be Thomas’s crown?” asks Jeffrey. He feels
the crown on his head with his hand. “When I get married, will I also have a
royal wedding and get a crown?”
“If you want. I won’t insist upon it,” says Heero. He
lifts the gold tiara from the box, and he caresses its surface.
“You really miss Mom, don’t you, Dad?” asks Jeffrey as
his eyes start to fill with tears, “I miss her too!” He takes the crown from
his head and puts it back into the box.
“I want her back, Jeffrey! I want Relena back!” exclaims
Heero putting the tiara into the box. He closes his eyes as the water starts to
flow from them.
“Me too, Daddy!” exclaims Jeffrey hugging Heero. He
starts to cry.
Heero wraps his arms tightly around his son and cries.
“Dad… do you think it’s possible for you to love again?”
asks Jeffrey pushing the box from his lap onto the bed.
“I don’t want to love again! I would lose her too!”
exclaims Heero drying his eyes as he stops crying. He inhales the scent of
Jeffrey’s shampoo, the same shampoo Relena always used. “Relena…”
“Mom’s gone, Dad, but maybe it’s time for you to find
someone to love,” says Jeffrey sliding away from Heero. He wipes his eyes
before getting off the bed. He grabs the box and sets it on the nightstand.
“Herangelia could use a mother. What do you think about Cecilia?”
“She’s nice,” says Heero turning away from Jeffrey.
“Dad… I know Mom doesn’t want you to be this way. She
doesn’t want you to be alone!” exclaims Jeffrey.
“I don’t want to lose her!” exclaims Heero.
“Lose who, Dad?”
Heero sighs. He stands up and walks to the balcony doors.
“Dad? Lose who?” asks Jeffrey walking up beside
his Heero and setting his hand on his father’s shoulder.
“I don’t want to lose her,” repeats Heero, “So I can
never tell her how I feel about her. I won’t lose another woman that I love!”
“Would you rather see her marry someone else?” asks
Jeffrey.
Heero nods his head. “That way she wouldn’t be killed in
the name of peace!”
“Maybe she’d like to have the choice, Dad!” exclaims
Jeffrey, “Maybe she should get to choose between you and everything else in her
life. Mom thought that loving you and fighting for peace were worth dying for!
Maybe she will too!” He walks away from Heero and moves to the door. “Give her
a chance, Dad. You both deserve at least that much!”
“Jeffrey!” exclaims Heero turning towards his son.
“Yeah, Dad?”
“Maybe you’re right,” says Heero smiling.
Jeffrey smiles at Heero. “I love you, Dad. I want you to
be happy. Mom wants you to be happy!”
“I know she wants me to be happy!” exclaims Heero, “I
love you, Jeffrey!”
Jeffrey nods his head and walks out of the room.
Heero puts the box with the crowns into his safe, and he
looks at the picture of the dark haired woman he keeps within the safe. “I
still love Relena, but now I also love you.”
Heero caresses the picture and kisses it before putting
it back into the safe and closing the door.
* * *
Grace walks into her room with an expression of defeatism
on her face. “I haven’t much time left, Hannah.”
“I know that, but there must be a dress somewhere!”
exclaims Hannah following behind with Herangelia.
“We still have time,” says Herangelia.
“What is this?” asks Grace seeing the white box on her
bed.
“A gift!” exclaims Herangelia, “Maybe it’s from Thomas!
Open it!”
The three girls quickly move to sit on the bed around the
box.
Grace’s hands tremble slightly in anticipation as she
lifts the lid from the box. She sees the folded lace and isn’t too sure what
she should make of it at first. She takes a hold of it and lifts it gingerly
from the box.
“A lace dress!” exclaims Hannah smiling, “For the
honeymoon no doubt!”
“Being see-through like! I’d hope so!” exclaims Grace.
“Wait! There’s more!” exclaims Herangelia standing up.
She pulls the white dress from the box and holds it up to her shoulders.
“Oh, no! I know what this is now! It’s not from Thomas!
It’s from Heero and Relena!” exclaims Grace staring at the beautiful white
dress in Herangelia’s hands, “This is Relena’s wedding dress! Heero gave me her
wedding dress!”
“This… was my mom’s?” asks Herangelia in shock.
“Heero is offering me this dress for my wedding!”
exclaims Grace carefully folding the lace dress and placing it back into the
box. “I would be honored to wear this dress at my wedding!”
“Try it on!” exclaims Hannah, “I want to see it on you!”
Grace takes the dress from Herangelia and hurries into
her bathroom.
* * *
The day for the wedding quickly approaches.
Duo kisses Hilde’s lips quickly. “I’ll see you tomorrow,
my love.”
Hilde smiles. “This separation thing is a really silly
tradition!”
Duo chuckles. “I know, but it’s tradition! Besides… I’ll
be too drunk to do anything tonight anyway!”
“It’s only one night, Dad!” exclaims Hannah leaning into
Zechs’s arms. She looks up at Zechs and smiles.
“Zechs… get your hands off my daughter,” says Hilde.
“Sorry, Hilde,” says Zechs unwrapping his arms from
around Hannah.
Hannah smiles and gives Zechs a quick kiss on the lips.
“Until tomorrow.”
“Until tomorrow,” says Zechs smiling at Hannah, “Come,
Duo! Let’s go start the limo.” He hurries past Hilde and drags Duo out the
front doors.”
Quatre chuckles. “I’m sure Duo will straighten him out,
Hilde!”
“We should get going. We have a bachelor’s party to
start,” says Wufei, “before it gets too late!”
“Yes, and we have a wedding shower,” says Cecilia
smiling.
Heero stares intently at Cecilia.
Cecilia looks at Heero through the corner of her eyes.
“Tomorrow’s the big day, Angel,” says Thomas pulling
Grace into his arms.
“I can’t wait,” says Grace holding Thomas tightly.
“Me neither, Angel!” exclaims Thomas, “I’ve been waiting
for this day for a long time!”
“Same here, Thomas,” says Grace, “I love you!” She pulls
him into a kiss.
“I’ll protect you, Angel,” says Thomas smiling, “I love
you, Grace.”
“Thomas, Jeffrey,” says Heero, “Let’s go now.”
“The sooner we leave, the sooner I’ll be married to my
Grace, my Angel,” says Thomas.
“Isn’t that sweet?” asks Herangelia.
“Come on, Thomas!” exclaims Jeffrey grabbing Thomas’s arm
and pulling him back.
Thomas walks out the door with Jeffrey.
“We’ll be back here fifteen minutes before the ceremony
begins,” says Heero.
“Right, Uncle Heero,” says Reiya smiling. She arrived
earlier that morning from her post at the World’s Sphere Alliance just to
witness the wedding.
“The rest of you should be going,” says Nariya, “And
don’t stay out too late.” She had also returned to the Sanc Kingdom that morning,
having come home from medical school for the ceremony.
“We have a busy day tomorrow,” says Jason, “Let’s go!” He
turns and walks out.
“Could I have a moment alone with Grace?” asks Trowa.
“Of course. We’ll meet you in the living room, Grace,”
says Cecilia. Her eyes meet Heero’s in a mutual gaze before they both turn
away.
Heero leaves the manor with Quatre and Wufei, intending
to wait for Trowa in the limousine.
Cecilia walks into the living room with Herangelia.
“Come on, girls,” says Hilde ushering Nariya, Reiya, and
Hannah towards the living room.
“Out of all the people in the world, you’re the only one
with the heart and grace of an angel,” says Trowa quietly once he’s alone with
Grace.
“Your angel? My mom?” asks Grace stepping close to her
father.
Trowa nods. “I think now it’s time you also had her
wings.”
“What do you mean?”
“I left a present for you on my bed. Just a little
something to make you a little more angelic,” whispers Trowa pulling Grace into
a warm embrace, “I love you, Grace! You’ve always been my second Angel!”
“Daddy!” exclaims Grace squeezing him tightly, “I love
you too!”
After a long moment of holding his grown daughter, Trowa
pushes her slightly back. He kisses her forehead. “Rest well tonight, my little
Angel. I’ll be here to give you away in the morning.”
“Thank you, Dad!” exclaims Grace, “I’ll get your present
before I go to bed!”
Trowa nods and smiles. He watches Grace run towards the
living room before he heads out to the limo.
The young driver waits by the limo door for Trowa to get
in. He closes the door and runs around to the driver’s seat. He takes the limo
to the White Dove Hotel where the entire top floor has been reserved for the
bachelor party and the night’s rest.
All the men head up to Heero’s suite to engage in a small
drinking party.
* * *
“Before anything happens, I think you should get your
presents,” says Hilde tossing a box to Grace, “That was from Relena. It
belonged to her mother. It’s tradition now. Milliardo gave it to Noin. Noin gave
it to Relena, and Relena left it to me to give to the first Sanc Princess to
marry.”
“I’m not a Sanc Princess,” says Grace.
“But you will be,” says Hilde smiling.
Grace opens the box. She looks at the antique diamond
bracelet with her jaw gaping open. “It… it… it… it’s so beautiful!”
“It will look perfect with your dress!” exclaims Cecilia.
“It did on Relena!” exclaims Hilde, “That’s something
old. Who had something new?”
“That was Nariya and me!” exclaims Reiya.
Nariya tosses a box to Grace. “We hope you like it!”
Grace opens the box and gasps. She looks at the beautiful
necklace and draws it from the box. “Are you sure this is new?”
“It’s very similar to the one we gave Relena, but it’s
not the same,” says Hilde.
“Right, that one had rose quartz,” says Nariya smiling as
she fidgets with the necklace she wears, “Aunt Relena gave it to me!”
Grace places the gold chain around her neck and feels her
collarbone where the small ruby heart pendant dangles.
“I’ll expect to get this one back later, Grace,” says
Cecilia tossing a small box to her, “This is your something borrowed!” She
smiles.
Grace opens the box with a smile on her face. She looks
in at the gold angel earrings with the small ruby hearts in their hands. She
drops the box into her lap.
“Is something wrong, Grace?” asks Cecilia.
“Do you suppose angels watch over the living?” asks
Grace.
“I honestly do believe that angels watch over us, Grace,”
says Cecilia, “Especially your mother.”
Grace lifts the box and looks at the earrings again. She
smiles and says, “Angel earrings. They will complement my dress perfectly!”
Herangelia giggles as she tosses another box to Grace.
“Hannah and I picked this out for you!”
“Every bride needs something blue!” exclaims Hannah.
Grace opens the box and pulls out a blue garter. She
giggles. “Thank you, everyone!”
Herangelia stands up and walks to the stereo. She puts
three discs into the stereo’s disc changer and turns it on to random play. “Two
Gundam Wing and one Cecilia! Let’s get this party started!”
The stereo flares to life with a familiar song. Not a
person in the room has heard it less than a million times.
“I’ve walked so long I can’t remember. Where was my
home?” sing Cecilia and Herangelia in time with Duo’s voice on the recording,
“The distant faces fade away. I’m always on my own. I can show a smile, it’s
not hard to do. I can have the strength to go on but sometimes I wanna let go
of everything.”
Grace sets all her presents aside and stands up smiling.
She sings along with Duo on the recording, “When thoughtfulness is not their
game, I teach by giving love. High mountains seem higher endlessly when they’re
pebbles at your feet. And if you should still fall into despair, there is one
thing left to believe… I lie in your heart always.”
“Nothing is braver than honesty,” says Duo on the
recording, “My life is your faith in me!”
“I’ll be there when you need, you don’t have to hide from
me,” sing Hilde and Hannah, “what you are feeling now. I fill your soul.”
“We will seek together destiny,” sing Reiya and Nariya,
“Troubles have an end. We’ll carry on hand in hand, you’re not alone.”
“People searching desperately outside themselves, caught
up in thinking of what never helped. And I’d forgotten too that love exists
inside me as in those I wanted from,” sings Cecilia along with Duo’s recording,
“I feel you now!”
“I’ll be there,” sings Grace.
“I’ll be there,” sings Herangelia.
“When you need. We will live together,” sings Grace.
“Together,” sings Herangelia.
“Nothing is in our way,” sing Grace and Hannah.
“With trust in our soul,” sings Hannah at the same time
that Herangelia sings, “Nothing is in our way.”
“We will seek together destiny,” sing Reiya and Nariya.
“Destiny,” sings Hilde. Along with Quatre and Heero’s
voice recordings.
“Troubles have an end,” sings Nariya.
“We will carry on hand in hand,” sings Reiya.
“We won’t forget we have each other,” sings Hilde.
“Love is in the hearts of all men,” sing all the women
along with the five members of Gundam Wing on the recording, “You’re not
alone!”
Everyone laughs and dances along with the music of the
next song.
* * *
“Look at what Daddy made for me,” says Grace as Hannah
walks into her bedroom, “It’s a little too angelic if you ask me!”
Hannah looks at the gift Trowa had left for Grace. “Do
you want to know what I think?”
“Of course I do!” exclaims Grace smiling.
“I think that maybe… that’s what your mother would have
done. She was an angel on Earth after all!” exclaims Hannah, “I think you
should wear it!”
Grace smiles and nods. “I plan to!”
“Let’s get you ready for your wedding!” exclaims Hannah
happily.
* * *
Heero walks onto the patio with an elderly priest. He
carries a jewel-laden box with the crowns inside.
The priest wears loose black pants, a long-sleeved black
shirt, and a white collar. He smiles warmly at the assembled crowd.
Heero wears a white tuxedo with a golden bowtie and a
golden cummerbund. A gold crown rests on the top of his head pressing down his
disheveled dark brown hair. His Prussian blue eyes look around at his family
with pride. He has a red rose tucked into his lapel.
Duo wears a standard black tuxedo with a black cummerbund
and a black bowtie. His blue eyes twinkle in the sunlight shining through the
patio doors. His chestnut brown braid falls down his back.
Quatre’s blue eyes look out towards the garden where the
ceremony will take place. His neat blond hair falls gently around his face. He
wears a black tuxedo with a purple bowtie and a matching cummerbund. “This
reminds me of your wedding, Heero!”
“I agree,” says Wufei straightening his navy blue bowtie,
“only this time I’m not injured!” He wears a black tuxedo with a navy blue
cummerbund. His black hair is slicked back and tied in a ponytail at the base
of his neck. His black eyes look towards Heero. “That was a wonderful day!”
“I bet it was just beautiful!” exclaims Cecilia leaning
against the wall, “Too bad I missed it!” She wears a forget-me-not blue,
floor-length dress. It’s a sleeveless dress with a low oval neckline. The dress
hugs her chest and abdomen tightly, but it flares out at her waist for ease of
movement. Her white pumps peak out beneath the hem of the dress. Draped over
her shoulders is a lavender cloak that falls down to her knees.
“It was, Cecilia. It was very beautiful,” says Trowa. His
brown hair covers half his face, but his green eyes shine with happiness. He
wears a black tuxedo with an emerald green bowtie and cummerbund.
Thomas paces back and forth nervously. He wears a white
tuxedo with a rose red bowtie and a matching cummerbund. A red rose decorates
his lapel. His disheveled dark brown hair hangs slightly over his blue eyes.
Jeffrey and Zechs stand close to each other wearing
matching black tuxedos with lavender bowties and cummerbunds. They whisper back
and forth to each other, and their blue eyes shine happily. Zechs’s long blond
hair hangs straight down his back. Jeffrey has slicked his normally disheveled
blond hair back and tied it in a ponytail just like Wufei.
Jason’s chestnut brown hair is braided like his father’s
only much shorter. He wears a black tuxedo with a white bowtie and a white
cummerbund. His blue eyes look towards the door impatiently.
Hilde stands near the patio doors in her floor-length,
sleeveless dress. The forget-me-not blue dress conforms to her upper body and
flares out at her waist. Her white pumps can be seen beneath the hem. The
lavender cloak she wears complements her short midnight black hair and brown
eyes. “You boys are missing your roses!”
“So we have to?” asks Zechs turning towards Hilde.
Hilde smiles. “No. You don’t have to wear the roses.”
“Where are the girls?” asks Jeffrey, “It shouldn’t be
taking them this long to get dressed!”
“Quit your complaining, cousin!” exclaims Nariya walking
out onto the patio. Her shoulder-length blond hair is braided on both sides of
her head, and her brown eyes look around happily. She wears a forget-me-not
blue dress that conforms to her chest. The dress flares out at her waist and
falls loosely to the floor where her white pumps are revealed. A long lavender
cloak hangs from her shoulders.
Reiya steps up right behind her twin sister. She wears
the exact same forget-me-not blue dress with lavender cloak, but her short
midnight black hair and blue eyes contrast the lightness of her sister’s hair
and dark eyes.
“I just checked on Hannah and Grace! They’ll be down in a
minute!” exclaims Herangelia running into the patio. Her short, unruly blond
hair sticks up in odd spikes. Her blue eyes sparkle in the light. She wears a
floor-length, sleeveless dress. The forget-me-not blue dress conforms to her
young chest and flares out at her waist. Her white pumps can be seen beneath
the hemline. A lavender cloak, which falls down to her knees, is draped over
her shoulders.
“Actually a little sooner,” says Hannah walking through
the doorway.
Everyone turns towards the door to see Grace as she
enters.
Hannah wears the same forget-me-not blue dress as all the
other women, but her cloak is navy blue. Her chestnut brown hair is brushed
neatly away from her face, and her blue eyes reflect the huge grin on her face.
“May I now present, the lovely angel, Miss Grace Iria Barton.”
Grace walks out onto the patio in a brilliance of white.
“Angel!” exclaims Thomas. His jaw drops open, and he
almost falls over from the shock.
Heero catches his son and helps him to remain standing.
“Grace!” exclaims Cecilia smiling, “You’re gorgeous!”
Grace’s dress consists of two main parts, an outer dress
and an under dress. The under dress is a silky-white sleeveless piece with a
low oval neckline that partially reveals the delicate mounds of her breasts.
The top of her dress hugs her body, conforming to every curve, but the dress
relaxes and flares at the hips into an ankle-length loose skirt. She wears
white pumps beneath her dress.
The overdress is made completely of a white floral lace
that reveals her flesh and the under dress. The neckline of the overdress is an
oval raised higher than that of the under dress to reach up just below her
collarbone. The sleeves of the overdress embrace Grace’s arms down to her
elbows where they start to flare out drastically. When her arms are held down
at her sides, the end of the sleeve touches her wrist, but the lace flows
downward into a point almost touching the hemline of the dress.
The lace overdress conforms to the under dress flowing
smoothly side by side. However in the front, the lace peaks at her knees to
reveal the silky white under dress completely. A floral lace cape hangs loosely
from Grace’s shoulders in the back and hangs down to the middle of her calf. A
pair of large white feather wings sticks out on either side of her cape.
Around her waist, Grace wears a belt made of fully
bloomed red roses that have been braided together. Her blond hair has been
braided into a crown upon her head.
Grace slowly moves up to Thomas and smiles. She wears an
antique diamond bracelet on her right wrist and the gold and ruby angel
earrings in her ears. Around her neck is the gold necklace with the ruby heart
pendant. “Thomas…”
“Grace.” Thomas gently touches Grace’s face. “You are far
more than just gorgeous. I love you, Angel!”
“I love you, Thomas,” says Grace.
“Should we begin?” asks Duo.
Thomas kisses Grace’s lips quickly. Then he nods.
The priest smiles and nods to Heero. He walks out along
the path towards the garden.
Wufei and Quatre clasp their hands and follow behind the
priest.
Jason holds out his arm. “Shall we, Reiya?”
Reiya smiles and takes Jason’s arm. “We shall!”
Reiya and Jason start to follow down the path.
“I’m really happy for you, Thomas,” says Nariya hugging
him carefully.
“Come on, cousin,” says Jeffrey holding out his arm for
Nariya. He gives his older brother an approving look, a look that they both
know so well that has a special meaning known only to them. “Let’s go, Nariya.”
Nariya takes Jeffrey’s arm very delicately and allows him
to lead her down the path.
Hannah takes Zechs’s hand and smiles at him.
“Leave them be for today, Hilde,” says Duo pulling her to
him. He kisses her lips.
“Hannah’s too young to be involved with anyone,” whispers
Hilde, “She’s only thirteen.”
“We were also young and now look at us,” whispers Duo,
“Happy in love and still together. Let’s give Hannah the chance to make up her
own mind… and her own heart!” He gives her a passionate kiss.
“I hate it when you do that. It makes me feel like
agreeing to anything,” whispers Hilde.
Duo grins and guides Hilde towards the path.
“Ready, Zechs?” asks Hannah.
“Always ready,” says Zechs with a huge smile. In a
whispery voice he adds, “I’m always ready to walk down the aisle with you, but
some day, you’ll be wearing the white bridal dress, and I won’t let you leave
my side.”
“You want me to be a Sanc Princess too?” whispers Hannah.
Zechs nods and walks away with Hannah following behind
Duo and Hilde.
Trowa kisses Grace’s cheek. “You really do look just like
Ania.”
“Thank you, Dad. That means a lot to me,” says Grace.
“Come, Cecilia. I’ll escort you to your seat,” says
Trowa.
Cecilia smiles at Grace and Thomas before taking Trowa’s
outstretched hand. She walks beside him down towards the garden.
“I’m proud of you both,” says Heero. He smiles. “Welcome
to the family, my daughter.”
Grace smiles at Heero.
“I’ve always dreamed of having a sister!” exclaims
Herangelia, “I’m glad it’ll be you, Grace!”
Heero takes Herangelia’s hand and pulls her away. He
still carried the jeweled box.
“It’s time, Angel,” whispers Thomas.
Grace nods. “I’m ready to be married!”
Thomas holds out his arm.
Grace takes a hold of Thomas’s arm and glances over her
shoulder at her white angel wings. “Today, there’s more than one angel here.”
“Three,” says Thomas.
“Relena, Ania, Grace,” whispers Grace.
Thomas and Grace walk down the path together. They see
all their friends and family standing before their chairs.
The women stand on the left side of the aisle, and the
men all stand to the right side.
The priest stands behind an altar upon which rests the
box containing the two crowns.
Grace and Thomas walk up and kneel on the cushions in
front of the altar. They hold each other’s hand.
Everyone else takes their seats.
“We are gathered here today to bear witness to the
joining of two hearts, of two lives. We are gathered here before this company
to witness the marriage of Grace Iria Barton and Thomas Yuy,” says the priest,
“Is there anyone who has any reason why these two should not be wed? If so,
please speak now.”
After a long moment of silence, the priest smiles and
nods. “Very good. When two lives are joined in marriage, the part of them that
only wishes to love the other for all time replaces the part of them that had
been happy alone. Who here will give away this lovely bride?”
Trowa stands up and bows to the priest. He smiles proudly
at Grace. “I consent to this marriage.”
“Who here will give away this handsome groom?” asks the
priest as Trowa sits down again.
Heero stands up and bows to the priest. He smiles proudly
at Thomas. “I consent to this marriage.”
Heero sits down again as Jeffrey and Herangelia nod their
heads.
“Surrender to your hearts. Let them guide you along your
path, for even when your heart is wrong, it will always take you on an
adventure that’s worth a lifetime,” says the priest, “Grace Iria Barton, will
you take this man into your life, care for him in sickness and health, stand by
him in times of financial trouble and prosperity, and love him until death
forces you to part?”
Grace smiles at Thomas and holds his hand tightly. “I
happily accept Thomas into my life. It’s all I’ve ever wanted! I do!”
“Thomas Yuy, will you take this woman into your life,
care for her in sickness and health, stand by her in times of financial trouble
and prosperity, and love her until death forces you to part?” asks the priest.
“I will love her long after death,” says Thomas, “I do!”
“May we have the rings?” asks the priest.
Jason pulls a small black velvet box from his pocket. He
opens it and pulls out two rings. He tucks the box back into his pocket and
stands.
Hannah stands up and moves to take Jason’s hand.
Jason slips the larger of the two rings into Hannah’s
hand.
The priest smiles. “Young Princess.”
Grace takes the ring from Hannah. Her blue eyes shine in
the light making her beauty unmatched. She slides the gold ring with the small
diamond onto Thomas’s left hand. “With this ring, our life together begins. I
love you, Thomas. I will always protect you!”
The priest nods to Thomas. “Young Prince.”
Thomas takes the ring from Jason. He nods to his best
friend before he slips the gold band onto Grace’s left hand to rest beside her
engagement ring. “With this ring, our life together begins. I love you, Grace.
I will always protect you, Angel.”
“Your Majesty… King Heero, it’s time,” says the priest
stepping away from the altar.
Jason and Hannah take their seats again.
“Trowa,” says Heero with a nod.
Trowa nods and stands.
Heero stands and walks up to the altar with Trowa.
Trowa opens the box and lifts the beautiful gold tiara.
He passes it to Heero.
Heero stands in front of Grace and lowers the tiara onto
her head allowing it to rest in the center of her braided halo-crown. “Grace
Iria Barton, I now crown you Princess Grace of the Sanc Kingdom! Arise, Sanc
Princess.”
Grace stands up and curtseys to Heero and Trowa. “Your
Majesty. Father.”
Heero kisses Grace’s cheek. He smiles. “My daughter.”
Trowa embraces Grace carefully and gently touches her
feather wings. “Grace.”
Heero lifts a plain golf crown out of the box and passes
it to Trowa.
Trowa stands in front of Thomas and lowers the crown onto
his head pressing down the disheveled mess of dark brown hair. “Thomas Yuy, I
now crown you Prince Thomas of the Sanc Kingdom! Arise, Sanc Prince.”
Thomas stands up and bows to Trowa and Heero. “Father.”
Trowa pulls Thomas into a warm embrace. He smiles. “My
son.”
Heero hugs Thomas. “Thomas.”
Thomas and Grace clasp their hands together once again
and smile at each other.
“By the power of the Sanc Kingdom, I now proclaim you to
be Princess and Prince of the Sanc Kingdom. May you fulfill your duties well,”
says Heero.
The priest steps up beside Heero. “I now pronounce you,
husband and wife.”
Thomas pulls Grace into his arms and gives her a
passionate kiss. “I love you so very much, Grace. You’re my angel!”
“I love you, too, Thomas, with all my heart,” says Grace.
“Thank you for coming, Father,” says Heero shaking the
priest’s hand.
“I must be going. I have two more couples to marry
today!” exclaims the priest smiling. He turns and heads towards the front gate.
Everyone heads back into the house and gathers in the
ballroom for the reception.
The party lasts for hours.
Heero stares intently at Cecilia as she runs her hand
through her brown hair. He walks over to her and holds his hand out to her.
“Would you like to dance?”
Cecilia stares into Heero’s Prussian blue eyes. She
smiles and takes his hand. “I would love to.”
Duo runs over to Heero and Cecilia. He grins happily.
“Let’s do the song now! Thomas and Grace are getting ready to leave for bed!”
“Alright! Let’s do it!” exclaims Heero, “Get the others,
Duo!”
“Right, buddy!” exclaims Duo rushing off.
“We’ll have our dance later,” says Heero. In a whisper he
adds, “How about midnight in the rose garden?”
“I’ll be there,” whispers Cecilia.
Heero doesn’t release Cecilia’s hand as he leads her
towards the corner of the room where several instruments have been set up.
Quatre and Wufei meet them at the instruments.
Duo pulls Trowa over to their friends. He turns the
microphone on and speaks into it. “If we could have everyone’s attention
please! We would like to perform a song specifically for Thomas and Grace.”
Wufei sits down behind the drums and lifts the
drumsticks.
“You guys didn’t have to do this,” says Thomas blushing
slightly.
“Blame me. I wrote the song,” says Cecilia taking up her
position at the keyboard, “It’s my wedding present to you both. I have nothing
else to give.”
Quatre lifts his violin to his chin. “It’s a lovely
song.”
Trowa lifts the bass guitar and pulls the support strap
over his shoulder.
Heero secures the lead guitar into place with the strap.
“Are we all ready?”
“I think so,” says Wufei seeing all his friends in
position.
“Lead us off, Wufei!” exclaims Trowa smiling.
Wufei spins his drumsticks in his hands and hits them
together in time with his words. “One… two… three… four!”
Cecilia strikes the first note on the keyboard as Wufei
starts the drumbeat.
The sounds of the two guitars and the violin quickly meld
into the drum and keyboard’s rhythm.
“I don’t want to fall from grace,” sings everyone in the
little stage area, “Grant me the grace of an angel.”
“Grant me with these wings to fly,” sings Duo.
“I’ll never have to fall again,” sings Cecilia.
“I don’t want to fall from grace,” sings everyone, “Grant
me the grace of an angel.”
“So I can stay by your side,” sings Duo.
“I’ll take you flying on my wings,” sings Cecilia.
Trowa strums the strings of the bass guitar as he moves
up beside Duo and the microphone. “I don’t want to fall from grace. Grant me
the grace of an angel to let me stay in this place where my heart will always
belong. I don’t want to fall from grace. That is not the way it should be. For
you I will win this race. Grant me the grace of an angel.”
Trowa steps back away from the microphone.
“I don’t want to fall from grace,” sings everyone, “Grant
me the grace of an angel.”
Grace cuddles up to Thomas and rests her head on his
shoulder. Her white angel wings still hang on her back with her lace cape
hanging in between.
“Grant me with these wings to fly,” sings Duo.
“I’ll never have to fall again,” sings Cecilia.
Hilde raises her wine glass and smiles at Duo.
Herangelia stands beside Jeffrey listening intently to
the music.
“I don’t want to fall from grace,” sings everyone, “Grant
me the grace of an angel.”
Jason stands in between Nariya and Reiya. He smiles
proudly at the people on the stage.
“So I can stay by your side,” sings Duo.
“I’ll take you flying on my wings,” sings Cecilia.
Zechs pulls Hannah into his arms and holds her as they
listen to the music.
Quatre walks up beside Duo and lowers his violin. He
smiles at Grace, and he sings, “I don’t want to fall from grace. Grant me the
grace of an angel. My heart will stay in this place as long as we are together.
I think I can win the race if you stand at the finish line. I don’t want to
fall from grace. Grant me the grace of an angel.”
Quatre moves back to his spot and lifts the violin to his
chin once again. He resumes his playing.
“I don’t want to fall from grace,” everyone sings as they
play their instrument, “Grant me the grace of an angel.”
“Grant me with these wings to fly,” sings Duo.
“I’ll never have to fall again,” sings Cecilia.
“I don’t want to fall from grace,” sings everyone, “Grant
me the grace of an angel.”
“So I can stay by your side,” sings Duo.
“I’ll take you flying on my wings,” sings Cecilia.
“I don’t want to fall from grace. Grant me the grace of
an angel,” sings Duo, “There’s nothing that I can’t face. I have the love of an
angel.”
“If only I had your grace, I could do almost anything.
Please,” sings Cecilia, “don’t make me fall from grace. Grant me the grace of
an angel!” She runs her fingers over the keys of her keyboard with joy in her
eyes.
“I don’t want to fall from grace,” sings everyone, “Grant
me the grace of an angel.”
“Grant me with these wings to fly,” sings Duo.
“I’ll never have to fall again,” sings Cecilia.
“I don’t want to fall from grace,” sings everyone, “Grant
me the grace of an angel.”
“So I can stay by your side,” sings Duo.
“I’ll take you flying on my wings,” sings Cecilia.
Wufei clangs the cymbals and throws his drumsticks into
the air. He catches the sticks and continues on without hardly missing a beat.
He sings loudly, “I don’t want to fall from grace. Grant me the grace of an
angel to see through all my disgrace and allow me to love you more with my
every embrace. Grant me the grace of an angel. I don’t want to fall from grace.
Just look in your heavenly eyes.”
“I don’t want to fall from grace,” sings everyone, “Grant
me the grace of an angel.”
“Grant me with these wings to fly,” sings Duo.
“I’ll never have to fall again,” sings Cecilia.
“I don’t want to fall from grace,” sings everyone as they
play their instruments happily, “Grant me the grace of an angel.”
“So I can stay by your side,” sings Duo.
“I’ll take you flying on my wings,” sings Cecilia.
Heero flashes a brief smile towards Cecilia before he
looks at Thomas and Grace content in each other’s arms. He strums his guitar.
“I don’t want to fall from grace. Grant me the grace of an angel. All your
troubles I will erase until we reach our own heaven. With these wings I’ll give
you chase cause you gave me grace, my angel. I don’t want to fall from grace.
Grant me the grace of an angel!”
“I don’t want to fall from grace. Grant me the grace of
an angel,” everyone sings, “Grant me with these wings to fly. I’ll never have
to fall again. I don’t want to fall from grace. Grant me the grace of an angel
so I can stay by your side. I’ll take you flying on my wings!”
The sounds of the music slowly fade as everyone stops
playing.
Wufei hits the cymbal once before setting his drumsticks
down.
Grace smiles. Her eyes fill with tears. “Thank you! Thank
you all very much!”
“Thank you,” says Thomas holding Grace tightly. He
whispers into her ear, “Would you like to go now?”
“After one last thing,” whispers Grace. She pulls herself
away from Thomas. She hurries up and pulls Trowa and Heero into an embrace. The
tears start to flow down her cheeks. She whispers, “Thomas and I are going to
bed. Please thank Cecilia for me, Heero.”
“I will, Grace,” whispers Heero.
Trowa wipes the tears from Grace’s cheeks and kisses her
forehead. “Go to Thomas.”
Grace backs up and hurries back to Thomas’s arms.
“Thank you, everyone, for a wonderful night,” says Thomas
smiling, “We’re going to call it a night.” He pulls Grace out the door at a run
before anyone can say a word.
Grace’s wings flaps in their wake.
“Hannah, Herangelia. I think it is time for you two to go
to bed,” says Hilde smiling at the two girls.
“Yes, Mom!” exclaims Hannah.
“I’ll walk you to your room, Hannah,” says Zechs smiling.
“And I’ll walk with you!” exclaims Reiya seeing
Hilde’s eyes bug out. “After all, I should be getting to bed as well. Nariya
and I are flying back to New York in the morning.”
“Good night, everyone,” says Nariya.
Reiya nods to Hilde as she follows Hannah and Zechs from
the room.
Nariya hurries after Reiya.
“Good night, Dad,” says Jeffrey, “Say good night,
Herangelia.”
“Good night,” says Herangelia.
“See you in the morning,” says Jason. He walks out of the
dining room with Jeffrey and Herangelia.
Duo pulls Hilde into his arms and kisses her lips. “Mmmm…
can we go to bed now, Hilde?”
Hilde giggles. “I love you, Duo!”
“I love you, too, Hilde,” says Duo smiling.
“All right, Duo. We can go to bed now,” says Hilde, “Good
night, guys.”
“Good night,” says Duo lifting Hilde into his arms.
“Good night,” says Trowa laughing.
Duo carries Hilde through the door.
“This has been a long night,” says Cecilia taking her
lavender cloak off.
“Tired, Cecilia?” asks Quatre with a pleasant smile.
Cecilia looks at the clock on the wall. “Only a little,
Quatre! But I think I’ll read a little before I go to bed. I’ll see you all in
the morning.”
“Cecilia, wait!” exclaims Heero moving to her side.
“Yes, Heero?” asks Cecilia looking into his Prussian blue
eyes.
“Grace wanted me to tell you something,” says Heero
gazing deeply into Cecilia’s gray eyes.
“Well?”
“She wanted me to thank you for writing such a beautiful
song for her,” says Heero.
“Hey, Tro’, let’s give them some privacy,” whispers
Quatre.
“It looks like something romantic is going on,” whispers
Trowa.
“I agree,” whispers Wufei, “Let’s go. It’s late. We
should all go to bed.”
“Good night,” whispers Trowa. He walks out of the room.
Wufei and Quatre wrap their arms around each other and
head out.
“Was there anything else, Heero?” asks Cecilia smiling.
“I wanted to thank you too,” says Heero.
Cecilia drops her cloak to the floor, and she pushes
Heero back against the wall. She presses her body up against his and slides her
mouth over his lips giving him a long, slow, passionate kiss.
“Cecilia…”
“Heero…”
“Cecilia!” calls Herangelia from out in the hallway.
Cecilia quickly moves away from Heero. She lifts her
cloak from the floor.
Herangelia runs into the dining room. “Cecilia! Cecilia!
A call just came in! I think it’s for you!”
“You think?” asks Cecilia crinkling her eyebrows.
“Yeah. When I answered the phone, the man asked to speak
to Cecilia So long! He wouldn’t give me his name!” exclaims Herangelia.
Cecilia looks back at Heero with a stone cold expression.
“Heero,” she asks firmly, “could I use the phone in your office? I’ll see what
he wants. It’s probably just a wrong number.”
“The phone’s all yours, Cecilia,” says Heero.
Cecilia walks quickly from the room.
“I’ll take you to bed, Herangelia,” says Heero walking up
beside his daughter.
“I don’t need an escort, Dad,” says Herangelia hugging
Heero, “Thank you.”
“I’ll take you to your room anyway,” says Heero lifting
Herangelia and carrying her from the room.
* * *
Cecilia locks the door to Heero’s office, and she sits
down in his chair. She lifts the phone receiver and pushes the button beside
the flashing light. “My name is Cecilia. It was never Cecilia Solong!”
<<Put me on the video phone, Cecilia. I want to see
you.>>
Cecilia turns on the video monitor. She sees a man with
bleached hair sitting in a comfortable chair. She recognizes his face at once.
The man’s shoulder-length hair falls over his ebony eyes.
He wears black jeans and a navy blue T-shirt. He has a brown leather jacket
tossed over the arm of his chair. “It’s good to see you, Cecilia. You look
lovely. Nothing has changed.”
“What do you want, you bastard?” asks Cecilia angrily.
“Now is that any way to treat your husband?”
“You aren’t my husband anymore! You left me, remember! I
didn’t leave you!” exclaims Cecilia, “I’m not your wife! I’m not even your
friend anymore! Now why the hell did you call me here?”
“You were pregnant when I left you. What happened to our
child, Cecilia?” asks the man.
“We had a daughter,” says Cecilia, “She was kidnapped by
the anti-pacifists.”
“Hey, Becky. Come over here,” says the man.
A woman about twenty years old walks over and sits on the
arm of the chair. Her chin length hair is cropped in uneven layers as if she
had cut it herself without the use of a mirror. Her roots are a deep brown, but
the rest of her hair is a bleached blond.
Cecilia stares disbelievingly into the young woman’s
familiar gray eyes.
“Who are you talking to, Dad?” asks the woman.
“Becky, this is your mother. Her name is Cecilia,” says
the man, “Show her your hand.”
The woman raises her right hand so that her palm can be
seen. She has an oddly shaped scar. “My name is Rebecca Solong, but everyone
calls me Becky. I thought you were dead, woman!”
“And I thought you were dead, Rebecca, so we’re even!”
exclaims Cecilia.
“Becky, I have some things to talk to Cecilia about.
Would you go check on our supplies?” asks the man.
Becky nods and walks away.
“You… You goddamned bastard! You kidnapped Rebecca!”
exclaims Cecilia furiously, “Why? Why kidnap our daughter?”
“Because we need you to comply with out wishes! I’m with
the anti-pacifists. All our attempts to show the world and the colonies that
peace is unrealistic have failed. Now you will make them succeed!”
exclaims the man.
“What makes you think I’ll help you, Solong?” asks
Cecilia, “You’ve caused me nothing but misery and grief!”
“I can cause a whole lot more, Cecilia!” exclaims the man
with an evil grin, “I told you before… if you don’t obey us, we’ll kill your
daughter. Now you know she’s alive. If you want her to stay that way, you’ll do
as we ask!”
“What do you want from me?”
“We want you to kill Heero Yuy!” exclaims the man, “I’ll
call you tomorrow at noon to see how you did it and give you your next
assignment! Do this for me, baby, or I’ll kill Becky and send you her head!”
“You bastard! Bastard!” exclaims Cecilia turning her back
to the screen. She looks over her shoulder. “Don’t kill Rebecca. I’ll do as you
ask.”
“I knew you would, baby!” exclaims the man, “I do miss
that body of yours. I’ll call you tomorrow.”
“Don’t call me ‘baby’, bastard!” Cecilia turns
around and disconnects the phone. “I must kill Heero.”
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