A Hero's Journey--Part 3

He worked furiously on his computer, desperately trying to banish his dreams from his mind. He was the perfect soldier. Nothing was suppose to stand between him and his objective, especially a person. ‘No matter how beautiful,’ came a thought.

Growling slightly, his fingers began to hit the keys even harder. Even after all these years, she still affect him. “I should have killed her when I had the chance,” he muttered.

Yet, no matter how many times the opportunity presented itself, he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Every time he pointed his gun at her, he saw a glimpse of the person he wanted to be and the future he had to protect. If he killed her or allowed her to be harmed, he would destroy those dreams. Those dreams and more.

Very few people realized how crucial Relena Peacecraft was to maintaining peace. She alone seemed to have the necessary grace, courage, and ties to soothe the splittered factions on Earth and in the colonies. She seemed able to charm people, as if she could wield magic.

Heero thought about the scrapbook he had made. Despite the information he had accumulated on her, he had never heard of any romantic interest for the young Vice Foreign Minister. If she did attend some sort of ball or dinner, a different man escorted her at each function.

Somehow, the fact pleased him. Yet, at the same time, it saddened him. It wasn’t right for her to be alone. He hoped that he wasn’t the cause. When she had finally stopped chasing him and immersed herself in her work, he had thought she had finally given up on him.

Now, though, he was beginning to have serious doubts. While she had definitely matured since their last meeting, he knew that part of the old Relena was probably still there. The idea of her pining for him yielded conflicting emotions.

A single beep announced an incoming message, interrupting that stream of thoughts. An instant later, a new window popped up on the screen. Concentrating, he began to read the details of this new mission.


Part III He worked furiously on his computer, desperately trying to banish his dreams from his mind. He was the perfect soldier. Nothing was suppose to stand between him and his objective, especially a person. ‘No matter how beautiful,’ came a thought. Growling slightly, his fingers began to hit the keys even harder. Even after all these years, she still affect him. “I should have killed her when I had the chance,” he muttered. Yet, no matter how many times the opportunity presented itself, he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Every time he pointed his gun at her, he saw a glimpse of the person he wanted to be and the future he had to protect. If he killed her or allowed her to be harmed, he would destroy those dreams. Those dreams and more. Very few people realized how crucial Relena Peacecraft was to maintaining peace. She alone seemed to have the necessary grace, courage, and ties to soothe the splittered factions on Earth and in the colonies. She seemed able to charm people, as if she could wield magic. Heero thought about the scrapbook he had made. Despite the information he had accumulated on her, he had never heard of any romantic interest for the young Vice Foreign Minister. If she did attend some sort of ball or dinner, a different man escorted her at each function. Somehow, the fact pleased him. Yet, at the same time, it saddened him. It wasn’t right for her to be alone. He hoped that he wasn’t the cause. When she had finally stopped chasing him and immersed herself in her work, he had thought she had finally given up on him. Now, though, he was beginning to have serious doubts. While she had definitely matured since their last meeting, he knew that part of the old Relena was probably still there. The idea of her pining for him yielded conflicting emotions. A single beep announced an incoming message, interrupting that stream of thoughts. An instant later, a new window popped up on the screen. Concentrating, he began to read the details of this new mission.


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