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GW characters do not belong to me, but this story is mine, so do not steal it or I will be veeery angry. OOC: because it is meant to be. Also, I have not seen the entire series (including EW) so I have no idea how the actual storyline finishes... if it does. C & C welcome, but all flames will be laughed at. ;p

March 2001

Recollection

part 2

by Zuzanny

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Two days ago...

The stones of the cathedral were a dark, almost black-blue, and a sandy sort of yellow. Hundreds of
gargoyles littered the roof, their mouths gaping open in silent screams or wails, or even laughter. It all
depended upon how one decided to look at it. The huge arched doors were hand carved out of fine oak, and
held no decoration but were surrounded by an absolute carpet of wreaths and flowers.
Inside, the roof was high and arched with timber beams holding it up. The floor was polished wood,
and the pews were also hand carved and polished so that the dark wood shone in the light of the candles that
lit up the walls. There was another floor above them, so that when down the bottom was full, others could
sit above. One of the walls from the balcony up was completely filled by a huge pipe organ. Stained windows
told the story of the son of God being killed upon a cross, then being raised to life again three days later.
In the front of the church there was an altar with a cross hanging behind it. A coffin rested in
front of the altar. The casket was open, revealing a pale young woman with long blond-brown hair in a white
lacey gown. Her expression was complete peace, not fear. Not horror or pain. Not any more. The morticians
did a brilliant job.

The door opened and two young men entered. One with dark unrully hair, and the other with long brown
hair in a braid. Both in black. The one with the braid hung behind at the front of the pews as the other
approached the casket.
"I can't believe it." the dark haired one said quietly, looking over the woman's shell. "She's
actually gone. There is going to be so much political shit hitting the fan now and it wont be funny." he
looked back at the braided one, a strange look to his eyes. "You know I didn't love her, right?"
The braided one nodded. "I know."
"I could never understand the fascination she had with me."
"Well," the one with the braid said lightly. "You are a pilot, a rebel, a fighter... not to mention
incredibly sexy... I can understand perfectly well why she would be fascinated by you. You were every thing
she was not."
"It's not nice to speak ill of the dead, Duo."
"Just because I'm telling you the truth about your self you think I'm speaking ill of her? I'm cut,
truly and deeply."
"No, I meant-"
"Heero," Duo said seriously. "It was not your fault. Do you understand?"

"But-"
"No butts except mine, okay? She chose to sneak out. She chose to go against your advice. She chose
to dress the way she did. She chose to take those drugs. What happened to her was not your fault. If I
walked down the middle of the road dressed the way I do normally and so high I was floating, I'd probably get
hit by a car too."
"You're doing it again."
"Sorry, I don't mean to. This thing is throwing my ever so tactful mind into fits. Just try to
ignore me."
Heero turned away from the casket to look at Duo. "Come here."
Duo pressed his lips into a strait line and shook his head no.
"Why not."
"I don't need to look to know what death smells like. Any closer and I'll puke."
Heero seemed to accept that, and moved back over to Duo. They wrapped their arms around each other
in a hug. Heero buried his face in Duo's neck and shoulder, while Duo stroked Heero's back.

People started to arrive by the bunch full. Taking seats where appropriate for their social
standing. Some came forward to pay their respects to her body. Duo studied the roof of the cathedral like
he had been while Heero had looked over Relena's body, and continued to comfort Heero. Finally he could
resist no longer and actually looked towards the casket, and... not at any Relena he had ever seen.
"Oi," he nudged Heero. "Are you sure that that really is Relena?" He asked. Heero looked over his
shoulder back at the casket, then again at Duo.
"Of course. Why?"
"It's just... I though Relena had long blondish hair, you know? Not short black. That doesn't even
look like a girl in there. I could be wrong, but I mean, that hair style is just so boyish... Not that I can
talk, I suppose."
Heero stepped back away from Duo and held his shoulders at arm length. "That is not funny." He
hissed dangerously.
"It's not meant to be. The morticians didn't DO anything to her, did they?"
Some of the people could over hear what he was saying, and began whispering and muttering amongst themselves.
"Don't do this, Duo. Not here and not to me."
"Don't do what? Tell you that the person I see in that coffin is NOT the person it's supposed to
be? Well, sorry." Duo pulled away from Heero, and sat in a huff. Crossing his arms and looking away from
Heero. Heero sat down beside him with a sigh. For a while they just sat like that, quiet, while the
cathedral began to fill.

Quatre and Trowa arrived and made their way over to Heero and Duo. Quatre was looking somewhat pale
and sick. He was clinging to Trowa's arm like an old man, and was constantly clutching at his heart.
"You don't look so good." Heero told him. "Should you be here?"
Quatre gave him a slight smile and a nod, before grimacing again. Trowa guided him to the pew.
"I'm alright. It's just... so many people in mourning. It's nice to know that Relena was loved so much, but
it gets a bit... overwhelming... at times."
The three men nodded in attempted understanding.
Abruptly Duo turned to the two newly arrived pilots. "What do you see when you look in that
casket?"
Quatre's brow furrowed, and Trowa blinked.
"What do you mean? Exactly." Quatre asked quietly.
"Do you see Relen's body in there, or some one else completely different."
They looked. "Relena." Quatre replied.

"It is definitely Relena." Trowa agreed.
"As in the girl with long honey-blond hair, a terrible crush on Heero, and an awful taste in pink
things?" Duo needed confirmation.
"Of course." Qutare said. "What am I supposed to see, or what do you see?"
"What I see is not Relena at all. It's not even a girl as far as I can tell. The hair is definitely
not long and blond, and the facial features are too square for her. Unless she cut and died her hair and had
radical plastic surgery, that is NOT Relena Peacecraft's body I see."
"That is ridiculous." Wufei announced as he approached, having over heard what Duo had just said.
The organ started playing sad funeral music.
"Fine." Duo hissed, gathering himself together in preparation to leave. "I don't know what the hell
is going on here, but I'm sure as hell not going to sit around and watch while some one else is buried in
the place of that woman." Scrambling away out of the pew, Duo virtually climbed over Heero and Quatre's laps
to get out to the center isle. "I'll wait out side, thank-you-so-very-much." He hurried out past the oak
doors, pushing and shoving past other mourners.
"I should go after him to make sure he's okay." Heero made to get up but Quatre stopped him.
"Just give him a few minutes alone to think first. Obviously this whole situation is affecting him a
lot harder than we thought."

"I didn't know that Duo even liked Relena." Trowa whispered, sitting as the service started. Wufie
sat in the pew behind them.
"He didn't." Heero muttered. "Sometimes I just don't understand him."

***
Duo leaned against one of the stone pillars away from the crowd of last minute attendants and
virtually the rest of the whole world gathered out there sobbing and howling. Huge screens had been set up
on stands with speakers so that they could watch in on the service
He was annoyed, angry, confused, and just royally pissed off. Why could no one else see that Relena
was not the one in the casket? It made no sense! Or did every one else know something about Her Royal
Personage that he had missed? Like the fact that she cut and died her hair and was a guy not a girl? If
that was not true, why was he then the only person that seemed to notice the difference?
"I don't know." Came a familiar voice from behind him. He span to look, eyes widening with
recognition. "But I sure would like to find out."

***
The service was quite moving. Relena's brother, Millardo Peacecraft read out his beautifully crafted
eulogy, bravely holding back tears. Quatre had broken down several times, although tried to control it.

Every one had been invited to the cemetery, where Relena was to be buried in the royal lot. After
the burial there was to be afternoon tea at the town hall, and again, anyone who wanted to was invited to
attend, which meant half the world would be there. Slowly the coffin was closed and carried out by
Millardo, and three other ministers that Relena had had close contact with. Heero had been asked earlier,
but had felt too responsible for her death to have the honor of carrying her body. People started to filter out and go to their cars, preparing for an entourage.
Heero wandered out and found Duo looking highly bewildered...

***

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