Love Hurts
The Bodyguard
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Love
Hurts
Pairings: Heero/Duo
Disclaimer: I do not own any
and Bandai Entertainment and the creators style='mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN'>by Yoshiyuki
Tomino and Hajime Yatate. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
W A R N I N G
letting you know now what the relationships WILL contain. So, if you are AGAINST
such pairings, please find something else more to your liking, you have been
Chapter 4: The Bodyguard
The following week
at the
Last minute preparations were in the works for the grand
ballroom’s party for that evening. The band had shown up the previous day to
set-up their equipment. The princess took this opportunity to introduce herself
along with her bodyguard.
“Ex-excuse me?” she said in a quiet tone.
A guy with short-cropped hair turned around to greet her.
“Hello. You must be Princess Relena.”
She merely nodded her head. Relena
almost gasped out loud once the fey youth turned around to shake her hand. He
was gorgeous. He was the most handsome young man she’s ever laid eyes on
besides the former Wing Zero pilot.
She studied him for a moment. He had very short straight
brown hair and an oval shaped face. The most prominent feature was his eyes.
They were a bright hazel color, unlike anything she had seen before. Heero’s
cobalt orbs were stunning to look at but the majority of the time they were
lifeless and unemotional.
She continued with her assessment. The man was tall maybe an
inch or two taller than Heero. He also had smooth creamy skin not tanned like
her bodyguard’s.
bodyguard,
lips. She knew that she was making the decision tonight.
“Relena?”
“Hmm,” she answered, still having that far off look in her
cornflower eyes.
“Are you okay?” Heero asked giving her a semi-concerned
look.
“Yes, why?”
“You kinda zoned out that’s
why.”
“Oh, I’m sorry…um…” Relena said
almost ignoring Heero completely and for that he was grateful.
“Sean. Sean Mars,” he held his hand out to her and shook
it. A spark of electricity traveled through them. Something happened. Both of
them felt it.
She pulled away almost whimpering at the loss of contact
when she introduced the person standing next to her. “Sean, this is my personal
bodyguard, Heero Yuy.”
The brunette finally got a good look at the man. He was to
busy checking out the princess to notice him before. After the shock wore off
he hoped that he didn’t give anything away by staring. However, the Fates were
not going to be kind today.
“Uh, princess…I’m…uh sorry, but I need to…
equipment,” Sean stammered. He was beginning to panic.
“All right, I’ll see you later, Heero.”
Relena was turning to leave with
her guard dog when; “I need to inspect their equipment. I need to make sure
that they’re not carrying anything that I would deem a threat to you.”
“Okay. I’ll see you for lunch. Bye.”
Once she was gone Heero turned his full glare on the
musician.
“Who are you? And why did you react the way that you did
when you looked at me?”
looking as the guy seemed his eyes held a promise of a slow painful death if he
said the wrong thing. “A friend of mine told me about you and I was kinda taken
back when I saw you.”
“Meaning?!” Heero demanded.
Sean leaned in a little not wanting the others to hear
what he was about to say, “Don’t think of me as rude or anything but…you’re
drop-dead gorgeous.”
If Heero wasn’t in soldier mode
he might have smiled, “Who’s your friend?” He
continued with the inquisition not missing a beat.
“He asked me not to tell you.”
Before Sean knew what was happening he found himself
between a wall and a very pissed-off bodyguard, who held a gun.
“Now, I’m only gonna ask once more. Your friend who?!!”
“I’m sorry. I promised that I would not tell, but he
wanted me to let you know that if you killed me that you wouldn’t be able to
see him tonight.”
That must have had done the trick because Heero loosen his
death grip. The band members were gathering around as well as just in case.
They didn’t want to loose Sean because of some psycho.
“Heerroo!”
The ex-pilot snapped his head to the call. Two figures
approached the group.
“Hello, Heero,” greeted a short
petite blonde.
The boy abandoned his prey and gave his full attention to
the couple in front of him, “Hello Quatre. Trowa.”
The ex-HeavyArm’s pilot merely
nodded his greeting while the Arab went in for the kill. Heero sometimes
couldn’t bring himself to tell his sensitive friend that a handshake was better
than a full-scale hug.
Heero
gave one last death glare at the lead vocalist and left with the two new
comers. Walking to their unknown destination, Quatre
pulled back on Trowa to make sure that they were out of Heero’s earshot.
“Trowa…did you recognized that
guy?”
His husband merely nodded then added, “He’s in Duo’s
band.”
No more words were needed.
They knew.
Duo was some where on the estate and Heero hasn’t seen
him…yet.
Rubbing his neck which by now had bruises on it from the
assault, Sean’s fellow band mates was fussing over how Brianna, their make-up
artist, was gonna have a conniption fit over this.
“Hey, man what was up with that dude?” Steve asked in a
worried tone.
Not wanting the others to know, shrugging it off as an
insignificant error, Sean simply replied, “I guess that guy had way too much
coffee.”
A/N: Comments and suggestions are greatly welcomed.
Nemesis