Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing.

"…To our heroes; those who gave their lives so that we might have Peace. Thank you. You are not forgotten."

The swarms of family members, politicians and reporters stood their feet with thunderous applause. The young speaker took in the approval of the people and released a small sigh, celebrating the accomplishment. Smiling warmly with her sea blue eyes, she waved and nodded, taking her leave from the stage.

At the bottom of the small flight of stairs, she was met by sandy blonde hair and forest green eyes. "Sylvia Noventa," she greeted kindly.

Silvia nodded to the taller young woman. "Miss Relena. I'm glad you were able to come, this year. Won't you accompany me to Grandfather's gravesite?"

Relena interlaced her arm in Sylvia's, allowing the younger girl to lead.

"Tell me, Miss Relena. Have you seen Heero Yuy lately?"

"No," she answered honestly. "He came to visit me on my last birthday, but that was nearly a year ago, now."

Sylvia nodded expressively.

A soft spring breeze gently caressed the politician and her friend, lifting her own long, honey blonde hair, like a banner flying behind her in the wind. Cherry blossoms tumbled from the nearby trees, engulfing the women in pink and white glory.

As the crested the hill, Relena hesitated momentarily. In front of Marshall Noventa's grave stood a tall Japanese man in a dark grey suit. He head hung low, in respectful mourning, his dark brown hair obscuring the view of his eyes. But Relena knew all too well the deep, dark blue color, and, more importantly, the intensity of those eyes.

Feeling Relena's reluctance, Sylvia untangled herself a few paces behind her Grandfather's guest and forged on. "Heero," she said, nodding affirmatively to him, passing him and kneeling down. The blonde said a silent prayer, kissing her fingertips and gently passing it over the etching in the stone.

"Grandfather was a hopeless romantic," she announced, as she climbed to her feet.

Relena was silent, unsure if Sylvia intended for the statement to be answered. Several moments passed, and she decided it was best to follow the other guest's lead. A moment later, she realized his decision to wait before answering was, as usual, for the best.

"I never did have the heart to tell him I'm a lesbian," Sylvia elaborated.

She folded her hands in her lap, sighing calmly, before turning around. She eyed both parties thoroughly, as they waited to hear her out.

"You must both stay with me for dinner tonight," she said. "I insist."

Relena's eyes widened slightly with trepidation, before she looked to Heero for his response. Without a word he nodded, and they both turned their gazes on Relena. She swallowed, scrambling in her mind for an excuse to decline, but came up blank. She was forced to answer Sylvia with a cordial smile of compliance.

Sylvia beamed. "How wonderful. I do hope you will both enjoy the company of my other guest. Unfortunately, she was wrapped up in some nasty business buying priceless metals from L4 and she couldn't attend the ceremony. She will be so happy to see both of you, though."

"Well," Relena commented. "I do hope she can clear up her business ventures in time."

"Her tenacity is a force to be reckoned with, Miss Relena. It's what I find most attractive, about her."

With that, she led both guests from the hallowed ground to the roadside, where a limo awaited them. She climbed in, first, sitting opposite her guests, with her back to the driver. Relena followed, putting plenty of space for Heero to get comfortable. He silently glided in, across the seats, and sat at her side, so closely that their thighs touched.

Relena blushed when she noticed the warmth, but tried to train her attention on the scenery outside the car. Heero refused to look at her, again, for the remainder of the ride, but with his leg heating hers, she swore he was intentionally forcing the contact. In the duration of the drive, she went from relaxed, ankles crossed, to pulling herself nearly into a ball against the door, her forehead flat on the glass, and her knuckles pressed to her lips to stop the whimper she could feel inside.

With great amusement, Sylvia was observing the same strange mating ritual from her ideal perspective, across the cab. When neither party was looking toward her, she would drop her stare to see how intrusive the man's position was, before looking up and taking in the flustered blush on her blonde friend's face. He was harassing her, and Sylvia was getting a kick out of it.

Oh, if only her third guest had been there to see this.

When the car slowed to a stop, Heero slowly retracted his leg from Relena's personal space, making careful eye contact with the smirking hostess. He took a deep breath, holding it and broadening his chest as a nonverbal dominance as he proceeded to the door. Sylvia was unmoved by the challenge. Her eyes flickered at Relena's, before she climbed out the door behind him, separating the tense couple for just a moment's time.

When Relena lifted herself from the car, Heero put a firm hand on her waist, presumably to help her balance. Instead, she jumped, slightly, startled at the contact, and nearly fell back into the vehicle. Heero's eyes widened and his hand flew at her, securing her wrist as he tried, again, to steady her. Succeeding the second time, he relaxed his features, sinking back into indifference, as he turned from her.

Sylvia's smirk twisted still more, before she turned her back to them, taking in another deep breath of spring air before leading to the manor.

From the house atop the marble stairs, donning a black on black business suit, still a third blonde woman emerged. Her hair was longer than the other two put together, falling past her buttocks, to the backs of her knees; its sunny color blinding in the early afternoon light. Her large and intimidating eyebrows, countless shades darker than her hair, arched at the sight of the entourage. Even her evil purple eyes grinned as she descended the stairwell.

"Dorothy Catalonia," Sylvia greeted, hurrying up the flight to her friend's side, as Relena and Heero lingered behind. When the young women embraced each other, Sylvia offered and endearing kiss on the cheek, which was answered with a strangely warm smile.

Relena and Heero finally looked at each other, each silently surprised. "Do you think Dorothy knows Sylvia has a crush on her?"

Heero looked straight ahead, again, slowly climbing to the house. "Dorothy knows everything."

"Do you think she reciprocates?"

He shrugged, silently turning, as he took her hand to pull her along. "I think Dorothy swings that way."

Relena smirked as she caught up to him. "Sir, that is an insult to Lesbian-kind."

A/N: So, I have NO idea where I'm going with this. (Would you believe that?) Feel free to throw out ideas. No idea's a bad idea. I'll keep an eye out and probably synergize the thoughts into something fun and surprising. LMK! -Bear