PART I
Heero stirred in his sleep. "Relena," he murmured. He tossed an arm on the space beside him, and felt for
her impeccably sculptured body. When his hands felt nothing but sheets, he opened one eye. All he saw were
crumpled sheets,and his pillow. Realization dawned on his mind. "She left. Damnit." All the loneliness,
self-pity, and self-inflicted anger returned, overwhelming him like a downpour of heavy rain.
Memories floodied his brain, as tears started to blur his vision. "Why, Relena, why?" His conscience
answered that question for him.

>Because you couldn't believe in her, couldn't trust her love for you, couldn't have enough faith in her, after all that
she's given to you.<

"I know that, you moron."

>Look here, buddy. Who's the moron in this room? Who's the one who lost the one thing in the world that he loves?
Who's the one who's been punching himself to sleep? Who's the one who keeps on yearning for someone and
still can't do a thing about it? Answer me, buddy. Who? Who??!!?<

Heero closed his eyes. True. He had punched himself to sleep since the night his beloved left him. He had not been taking care of himself since
she left him. All he ever did was stare into nothingness and dream about her...her face, her eyes that haunted him since he met her that fateful day on
the beach until now, her nose, her lips red as blood, sweet as strawberries, soft as the clouds, her long, elegant smooth neck, which bore his identity everytime
they made love, the soft curves of her shoulders, her body...every single centimeter of her body had not been spared from his touch, lips, teeth and
mouth....He could still feel her upon him, and him upon her, feeling her tightnesss around his manhood...

"Dammit. Give me another chance, baby, please..." He moved his head to the pillow she used to
use...he smirked. "Used to use? She never laid her head on that thing. Except maybe once or twice. She
was always sleeping on me, her head on my chest or my arms...on me..." Tears fell. "Relena...I need you
back...I want you back..."

He closed his eyes. Fatigue overcame him. He did not even hear the door of his room open and close. He does not have any idea that
the invader already made himself right at home at his bedroom, sitting himself on the soft couch by the window. He did not hear the stranger whisper words of
threat and contempt. "You'll pay for what you did, Yuy. You'll pay bigtime."