The Passion of the Teddy Bear

by: Lost-Remembrance (Red Tail)

Bullets were gone, already disposed of into the weak guards daring to cross his path. The smoke barrel haunted his mind, taunting and mocking him as he would smell the scent of blood wafting to his nose. It didn't matter if it was his or not…but it was the blood of others that sent him running back down the pathways he had already massacred with in his rage.

Bullet holes marred the walls but he didn't stop until he was lost in a maze of passageways, too tired to run or even move anymore. The semi automatic was thrown away a long time ago, reminding his he had broken his promise to never kill again.

He was a weapon to the world, jeopardizing peace with his mere existence. He had to be taken care of and since none in this godforsaken empty place that he had just massacred,

The knife was poised over his wrists. She had died painfully so it was the least that he could do to die with pain as well. Pain rocked through his lithe form and he fell to the ground panting heavily.

He slammed his fist roughly to the ground and made a sleight indent. "Damnit!" He panted as he closed to his eyes to try and regain his composure. He was bleeding everywhere and everything hurt.

"Heero?" A weak voice cut off his thoughts and he jerked his body up despite the pain that he felt that masked upon his face. He stumbled to his feet and turned around to see her standing there, looking at him as she hung onto the wall for support.

His eyes were wide, surely he would have been crying if he remembered how to. He gasped, a sharp intake of breath that echoed down the empty hall. A slow smile came across her face like so many other times before.

Blood dripped off his body as he took an unsure step forward and blinked numerous times to try and make sure that it was no dream. He closed his eyes and hesitantly opened them, not sure that even if she was a hallucination he wanted her to go.

"Heero." She whispered once more again and walked over to him with a smile on her face and tears running down her eyes. She stumbled but that didn't stop her. She ran, running towards him as if time was nothing and no one or anything could stop or deter her from her destination.

Then had been through hell and high water but nothing would pull them apart.

Heero stared at his angel running towards him as he took each agonizing step towards her, loving every minute as he drew closer and closer to her. Even though she was dirty, drenched in her own blood as well as that of others staining her once white outfit that was torn into rags she still ran towards him. Even though she was so skinny it was as if the wind could blow her over and everything else that would make a normal person pull away from the sight of her…she still looked more beautiful that anything on earth in Heero's eyes.

Warm liquid ran down Heero's cheeks and he raised shaking hands up to note that the warmth wasn't just any liquid. It was his tears. "Heero," her voice was slightly muffled in his chest, as she didn't release her hold on him, "You're crying…" A tear rolled down her cheek as if fell off Heero's and landed on her own pale one.

She didn't release him but did lighten her hold on him and pulled her head away from leaning against his chest. Her eyes softened as she wiped away his tears like he had to her so many other times. "Aishiteru."

His eyes softened and he pulled her thin frame closer to hers as he let his breath tickle her ear once more. Even though blood matted his and her hair down, her hair still smelled of lilies and lilacs. His favorite, just like her. Relena was a rose of her own.

"Aishiteru." Nothing could pull them apart, not even the over-possessive Milliardo. He smiled and bent down with effort to pick up a slightly burned fluffy object. He pressed it against her and she smiled when she saw the face of the bear Heero had given to her what seemed so long ago.

She gently touched her cheek and smiled once more despite the cuts and bruises covering her. To him, she never looked more beautiful.

OWARI