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Dawn of Light	By : infavilla Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 811 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. Just using the characters for my non-profit, fictional stories.

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Warnings: Yaoi, sex in a cemetery (couple more chapters to go!). Death all around, but no guro. Weird writing style. Characters are over 18, no minor. No necro, all characters are alive when sex happens - or close enough. Specific in this chapter, there is a fair amount of Relena sympathy, so if you are allergic to her, feel free to skip this installment :)

Notes: Passages in italics are not happening at the same time/place as the rest of the story.

Next time he manages to breach the liquid surface, his burning lungs desperate for oxygen, he realizes he no longer needs it.

His useless lungs are now filling with ice after every gasp, frozen pockets of miasma in his chest ultimately dragging him down. With each heartbeat crystals of ice shoot through his bloodstream.

And he is left barely floating in the middle of an infinite lake of blood, where is no light, the crescent moon his only companion. But even the moon doesn’t offer warmth nor comfort, for it is darker than the darkness of space, a slash that drains all light.

As he watches, transfixed, it shifts into a festering wound, or maybe an impossibly wide smile, or maybe a scythe, challenging the heavens.

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“Soft words, assertive words, breads and circuses Relena. Bread and circuses.”

Dorothy’s words echo through Relena’s mind as she is walking down a heavy carpeted corridor, chilling her being like the pale fingers of a ghost, raising a wave of sickness in her very core. But Relena brushes aside the unease, used to ignoring the constant nagging of her conscience. She fiddles with the cord of a heavy curtain, dying for a breath of fresh air, yet too aware of the safety protocols. Her personal guards eye her suspiciously as she spends too long in front of the fortified, covered window, and she knows that they judge her for this irrational and meaningless moment of rebellion. Just another day, a prisoner in her own palace, the people’s palace, overlooking what was once a proud cathedral, now a vast sea of graves, green pastures of a promised future. How befitting, she muses.

She feels a bubble of laughter trying to burst free and it chokes her, constricted in layers of decorative, restrictive clothes. Relena gasps and knows she can’t face the inevitable gathering just yet, not without some help. And so she turns on her heels and runs back to her room, her security trailing behind her like the shadow of her own body.

The door slams behind her back, its wooden surface the only boundary of self she has known in years. She reaches for her pills, an array of bottles on her night table. Two white tablets and one of the round yellow ones will see her through the evening, she thinks; until the cursed deed is over with, tonight. Dororthy’s words, the pain in her chest, she knows what the cause is. And she is fully aware of her helpfulness, since even her death would not prevent the inevitable.

She makes it to the adjoined bathroom, swallows the pills and washes them down with a gulp of water. Then she looks up and through the mirror she sees him. ‘I was so wrong, three pills will not do, they won’t do at all’ she thinks, bringing a hand on her throat in slow motion, as her heart turns into ice, and the cracks widen and her sanity shatters, her mind giving way like a battered dam facing its very last flood.

Wufei puts his hand around hers, protectively almost, and she allows him to lead her to her bed, gliding after him as if in a dream, vaguely smiling as if walking towards her execution. He pulls her down and she gingerly sits on the edge of the mattress, so close to him their knees are touching. Like kids sharing a secret behind their parents’ backs.

“Relena…” She is resting her cheek against his open palm and it is warm, she can feel his pulse fluttering against her skin, butterfly kisses. Her eyes are heavy and it is a struggle to keep them open. “Relena, you are going into shock” his voice cold and analytical as it has ever been and “snap out of it” his hot breath teasing a lock of hair that somehow escaped her tight ponytail, and she thinks she has to redo it before going to the meeting. ‘Ah, I am late’ she thinks.

“You know why I am here.” And suddenly she looks up and she is seeing him for the first time.

Relena wants to nod, to give in to him, to give up whatever is left of her. But Relena the Queen refuses to yield, to give up a conviction – her sole driving force – that festered inside her for half a decade. She realizes she is whispering ‘no’ over and over again, and realizes how deranged she sounds, but it is all that keeps her from snapping.

“You are coming with me.” It is an assertive statement; she’d know.

Relena shivers; now it’s been said, she can no longer deny what she knows to be true. The reason behind his visit. A visit she has been dreading and craving for the past five years of her life. And she can do nothing but offer her closing arguments, all the while tasting their utter futility.

“They need me to rule them.”

“No. They need to rule themselves.”

“They need guidance.”

“No. They can find the guidance they need in the books and in their minds and in the graveyards and in their own chests.”

“They are weak.”

“No. They have been used to you. To us. They never had a chance. As long as any of us remain here, they will never learn, they will never move forwards, they will never raise from the ashes of war.”

“Wufei-”

“You know it is true. These were your words, that day, more than five years ago.”

Relena is brimming with words and arguments and pleads, but her body betrays her. She crumples into him and he holds her, gently. She never knew he was capable of holding someone, but he is here and he is holding her, and she unravels, and somehow she is simply grateful.

“Funny how I always thought it would be Heero.” Too late she realizes she said it out loud. His look is somber, his eyes hard, no more gentleness in his touch. She trips over her words, reality crushing around her, all over her “I shouldn’t – speak of him, I shouldn’t -” She doesn’t try to apologize, she knows better than that.

He is silent.

“Wufei, what will become of me?” She hates her own weakness.

“Let’s find out.”
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