SientEvilStroke

GW and its characters don\'t belong to me but to
Sunrise/SOSTU Agency Bandai, etc. etc.

 

Neither the band, Garbage or their song Stroke of Luck
belong to me either and I am associated with them in no way.

 

If you\'ve not read the two prior fics to this Branded and
Evil Fantasies, this fic may be somewhat jumpy and confusing to you. For this
is a continuation of those two stories. After this one, whether I\'ll continue
or not with another installment I just don\'t know yet.

 

The little fable-like tale in the story is a product of
my own imagination, whether it makes any sense at all or not I don\'t know but I
left it in the story anyway hoping that it does.

 

Well, that\'s it for now. I hope whoever takes time to read
this is entertained by it. Relena’s POV

 

 

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Lying here in the dark, beside you, when all is silent
save the deep sound of your breathing, is when my mind wanders to the buried
recesses of my mind. I think of the days when I was young before I had even met
you. Everything back then seemed so much simpler, magical in a demented sort of
way, tangled in a spider web of lies.

 

My personal web was beautiful, made of pale silver that
shimmered in the light. I did not realize, though, how weak it was, that it was
only hanging by a mere thread. But as I said, it was beautiful and charming and
safe. I could have curled up in its center, with my knees tucked to my chin,
falling asleep, forever blind to reality for the rest of my life.

 

The real world of blood, violence and betrayal, long dead
soldiers and their innocent victims, the ghosts of my own forgotten and
bloodied past, the lost childhood of a princess did not seem real. Even though
they haunted me, I did not know what they were, so I ignored them.  I blew
them off despite the fact that they were always around me swaddling me so tight
that sometimes I could hardly breathe. I was not dumb but was I truly that
naïve at one time? Or did I simply do what those of my class simply did the best,
look the other way and tell myself it was the problems of everyone else; that I
was not involved only encased in my protective web that shielded me from the
world. 

 

 

 

//Hanging by threads of palest silver//

 

//I could have stayed that way forever //

 

//Bad blood and ghosts wrapped tight around me//

 

//Nothing could ever seem to touch

 

 

 

I remember the day when I first found you. I was walking
along the road feeling sad, alone and resentful of my father\'s work. One could call
it self-pity, but then isn\'t that normal for a typical fifteen year old girl?
If only I had been, a typical fifteen year old girl.

 

The sun was just beginning to set and my visions of self
despaire sre soon changing into those of fantasy, far away lands full of
excitement and danger, perhaps even a young man with deep blue eyes that held a
look of wild mystery. Who would have ever have thought that my wish was about
to come true. 

 

I don\'t recall my feet taking off down the steps and
running to your body. My mind is hazy about the details of even kneeling down
and taking off your helmet, but upon seeing your face the smoke clears and my
memories become crystal. Not only my memories of that moment, but of a
childhood event that had begun the unraveling of my web.

 

A young and mysterious boy, with dangerous deep blue eyes
and dark unruly hair, who spoke little, if any at all and he quickly became the
talk of the entire school. I, like many others, had become intrigued, but
unlike the others I actually introduced myself but he gave no reaction. I
thought it strange that such a remembrance would come to me while I was now a
lot older and under extremely different circumstances. But, it did as I stared
at your body that was sprawled out flat upon the sands.

 

You ran from me then, abandoning me, just as the boy did
so many years before. But even as I watched you taking off in the ambulance
somehow I sensed that I would see you again and as did the boy so long ago,
that you would affect the rest of my life from then on. Yet, at the moment I
didn\'t realize all of the change finding you that evening seemed to have
brought about in my existence.

 

In a matter of days my life had been threatened by you, I
had been rendered fatherless, learned of my true origin and identity and became
a target for OZ itself. Also, by the end of that life-altering year, I had
gained a brother and had been crowned a princess, then turned into a queen
before finally taking my destined place, following in the footsteps of my late
foster father.

 

I said the strings of the web were thin, unable to hold
forever and so as is the way of weak threads it snapped and plummeted downward,
the bough broke and the child fell from the sky to the ground, it\'s angelic
innocence forever lost. But along with the painful loss of my father and life
as I had known it there came comforting knowledge. It was knowledge of truth,
knowledge of power, but most importantly, knowledge of self.

 

 

 

//I lose what I love most//

 

//Did you know I was lost until you found me//

 

 

 

Should I count myself lucky, for finding you and having
you open up my eyes, as it were to the circumstances and honest world around
me? Did God send you to me so that I could use such knowledge to help the world
and work to bring it peace? Or were you sent from the very depths of hell? A
demon, who, seemingly unknowingly forced his war torn world upon an
unsuspecting, innocent shattering forever what was a lie of a blissful life?
What are you? An angel or demon, or, are you both? You are my destroyer and yet
you are my savior. To you I will deny nothing and I know the same holds true
for you as well.

 

 

 

//Stroke of luck or gift from God?//

 

//Hand of fate or devil\'s claws? //

 

//From below or saints above?//

 

//You come to me //

 

 

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I catch a sneeze and wipe away the wisp of hair that had
tickled my nose. My movement was minor but enough to stir you so as to open
your eyes. I feel icy shivers run down my spine as you speak my name and pull
me towards you until I am completely under you, pinned by your lean, powerful
body but even more so by your beautiful, ominous glare. You say nothing but
only stroke a few stray strands of my hair from my face. I close my eyes as you
begin to lower your head to mine. The shivers return. They feel as if tiny
shards of ice are raining down upon my body like a hundred needle pricks and I
welcome the sensations that they bring.

 

 

 

//Here comes the cold again//

 

//I feel it closing in//

 

//It\'s falling down//

 

//And all around me, falling//

 

 

 

You tell me to not hold back from you, to release myself
for you will always be there to catch me. Your heated words brush my against my
neck and the sensual, yet steely tone of your voice excites me as well as calms.
I trust you Heero, I know you will catch me, you always do...you already have. 


 

Before the consummation of our love can go any further
the cry of our six-month old son reaches its way into our room. I smile
slightly and kiss the tip of your nose, slipping out from under you and rising
from our bed to make my way to Gage\'s room.

 

My pregnancy was quite a surprise to me when I had found
out, but not for you, you acted way to calm. Yes, Heero, I know, but I will
never tell you that I know, for I am too thankful to you for his existence.

 

I think about your words, "you know I will always be
there to catch you," It reminds me of a story my father use to tell me
often when I was young. A story I hear myself repeating to my son as I rock him
back to sleep as he greedily suckles from my breast.

 

"Once a quiet and solemn boy who was, all alone in
the world came upon a broken wild little bird that was trapped under the paws
of a cat. He chased the cat away and took the bird to his home. He cared for
her tenderly and had fallen in love with her beauty and song so much so that
when the little wild bird was healed again and ready to fly back into the big
wide world the boy refused to let the bird go.  He forged out of iron a
most beautiful, elegant cage with golden plated bars and placed the wild little
bird inside telling her that he feared if he let her go that the cat would come
back and try once again to kill her.  The bird appreciated the boy\'s love
and kindness, but her song was often sad for it longed to have the freedom that
had been taken from her."

 

"Slowly over time, the bird grew weaker, and her
song soon faded. When the boy returned to his home one de foe found the wild
little bird was near death, her talons curled and feathers dulled. The boy than
realized that by keeping the wild little bird trapped, even behind the promise
of protection, had made him no better then the very cat he had once saved the
little bird from. So he opened the door to the cage and gingerly held the
delicate creature in his palm ance nce outside he kissed the little bird softly
and begged for her forgiveness. The wild little bird hopped to life and to its
feet inside the boy\'s hand and looked up at him, her little feathered head
tilted as if questioning the release. The boy wiped away a single tear and
tossed the bird into the air yelling at it to fly away. The little bird refused
to heed the words of her companion who she had grown to love and trust and
instead lit his his hand again a chorus of her song escaping from her thin,
tiny bill. The boy no longer kept the little bird in the cage, secure in the
knowledge that she would forever stay by his side on her own free will. The
little bird knowing how lonely and desperate the boy had been for a friend and
to feel loved would remind him of her promise to stay eternally by his side
each day with the chime of her beautiful song."

 

I look down into your sweet, innocent face, so much like
your father\'s, yet with my brow and nose. You\'ve long since detached yourself
from me and so I rise from the rocker and kiss the downy softness of the top of
your head, thinking to myself how your hair seems to be coming in blonde. I
then place you back down into your crib pulling up around your shoulders the
little green blanket, which you seem to not be able to sleep without. I tell
you I love you and give you a final smile and step out of the doorway to your
room, not startled in the least seeing your father standing just outside. I
give him a smile as well and speak his name. He sweeps me off my feet and
twirls me half a degree around until I am back against the wall, his arms bent
at the elbows around me; his palms flat on the walls.

 

"Who do you think had the power Relena?"

 

I raise a brow at his question, confused. He must see this
because he asks me again.

 

"The boy or the bird. Which one had more power over
the other?"

      

I shake my head slightly. "I\'ve never thought about
it Heero, I, I, don\'t know."

 

The heat of you breath tickles my lips as you dip your
head down to my level; I can feel your body shaking as you speak.  "I
think it was the bird."

 

You kiss me then and lift me off my feet once more, but
instead of placing me down again you curl me up into your arms, our kiss never
breaking as you carry me back into our bedroom. My thoughts are weak, being
overpowered by your passionate desire and burning kiss. Did you just tell me I
was the one who controlled you? That it is by my rules in which we live. It\'s
the truth, perhaps, for as you lay me down upon our bed gingerly I can see how
it is you have changed, while, I...I have remained very much the same.

 

 

 

//You say that you\'ll be there to catch me//

 

//Or will you only try to trap me?//

 

//These are the rules I make//

 

//Our chains were meant to break, you\'ll never change
me//

 

 

 

 

Our night clothes are soon gone between us, the areas
that they had covered are now being covered by our roaming palms and fingers,
lips and tongues. A shiver runs down over me as your lips curl around one my nipples
and you drink from it the drops that your son has left over. Your mouth then
leaves to venture lower, I gasp at the tiny nip that you give my navel as you
cup your hand over my feminine mound. Your index finger swipes across my clit
just once as the sensual chills in my body return and I call out to you.

 

You give a final nip to my stomach and then draw your
body upward parallel to the length of my body. Giving no indication you enter
me swiftly, but with uncharacteristic gentleness, though I have been more than
ready for you. My lower depths accept you greedily, starved for your girth and
strength. Your body encloses around me, melding into my own and I feel light
headed as if in a dream. No, this is reality, my reality, a dream that I have
long had come true as I feel myself falling even more in love with you.

 

 

 

//Here comes the cold again//

 

//I feel it closing in//

 

//You\'re falling down//

 

//And all around me, falling//

 

 

 

"Why Relena?" You speak to me in a husky gasp
and I open my eyes as you ask me again. "Why do you...put up with me...why
do you...love me?"

 

"Don\'t dare...try to...ask me such a question."
I whisper to you as sternly as I can between my own haggard breaths as your
body rocks against mine, both of us nearing climax. "You
know...why...Heero, you know why."

 

You touch your forehead to mine and stare intensely into
my eyes, continuing to move within me.  "Because...you love,
me."

 

"I love...every, thing...you are."  I buck
up against your hips a final time, a throaty squeal and my nails digging into
your skin, signaling to you that I have just reached the peak of my sexual
fulfillment. I shudder slightly as I hold onto you tightly, allowing you to
reach yours.

 

Your face tightens and contorts suddenly and you sob a cry
of release as your grasp on me tightens momentarily in an act of your body\'s
fight for control. I feel your lips on my shoulder, your tongue licking away
beads of sweat that have formed there and, you tell, in that voice of yours,
which blends so well masculinity and feeling, that you love me too.

 

    

 

//Don\'t ask me why//

 

//Don\'t even try//

 

 

"Neither one had control, because neither one needed
it."

 

"Mm?" I reply dreamingly, his words and their meaning
almost escaping me as I begin to doze off in our post coital moment.

 

"The bird and the boy. In the end they realized the
only important thing was the trust and love they had in each other. And, that
alone set them on a level plain."

 

I wonder if you can feel my lips curve into a smile as I
press them to your shoulder, snuggling against you even more. We murmur to one
another a few more endearments of love and then all is silent and at peace.
Though, as I drift off beside my lover into the deep sea of dreams, I still
find myself thinking yet again. Has my demon turned into an angel or has he
always been an angel that for a while had lost his way? Whichever it may be I
no longer care or wish to contemplate any further. He is mine, I am his, and that
is all that matters.         

 

 

//Stroke of luck or gift from God?//

 

//Hand of fate or devil\'s claws?//

 

//From below or saints above?//

 

//You come to me now//

 

 

END