LEMON

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A.C. 195- 12 April

8:00 am
That's when I got the message. I was sitting at my table, eating a bowl of rice for breakfast, getting ready for school. I hated that school, with its fancy terraces and impossibly rich, spoiled students. Especially the blonde one, the girl. The one who had found me on the beach after my crash landing on this planet, the one who followed me around now. Like I owed her something.
I shut the beeper off even before it got out the first annoying beep. I knew Dr. J. It was just like him to send me a message right on the hour. I pressed the button to read the message.
L-2 colony sector. Bar next to the MS hangar. 10:00. Wearing a red beret.
I ate the rest of my rice, washed the bowl and put it away. Stripped out of my uncomfortable school uniform and into more familiar clothes.
Looked like I wouldn't be going to school today.

11:37 am
I met Dr. J in our private mobile suit hangar. Some mechanics were
repairing my Gundam, the Wing. That embarrassing landing had done quite a job to it. We went to his office.
"Who is it this time?"
"A soldier. OZ."
"Of course. Anything else?"
"It's a girl."
I didn't say anything.
"Her name is Hilde Schbeiker. She's really nothing more than a new
recruit." He laughed. Drank some coffee.
"Why her then?"
"Well, Heero, she's special." He smiled. "Very talented in a mobile
suit." He handed me a sheaf of papers. MS test drill scores. Hilde Schbeiker. In the top 35th percentile of her class. Impressive.
"What else?"
"She's also very close to the top. One of her brothers is a personal aide to Mr. Treize Khushrendada, somewhat of a protege. Miss Schbeiker's slated to become next, especially if the new mobile suit design test goes well."
"New?"
"Yes. It's quite a hush-hush thing, but you know I have connections." He laughed again, took another drink. I was getting impatient.
"They're attempting to build a Gundam. Or something like it, at least. Miss Schbeiker is our test pilot. Once she masters the system, and if the piece of shit doesn't fall apart, of course, she'll be one of Treize's top generals. Next to the beautiful Lady Une, of course." He snickered.
"Right."
"Cutting her out of the picture will definitely nix the whole plan, if not push it back far enough so that we get to it and destroy it first. They don't have anyone else qualified enough to do the job. She's it."
"Mission accepted."
"You got the message, right? You know the plan?"
I walked to the door. I didn't turn around.
"Hai."
Dr. J laughed. "I hope you know what you're doing, Heero. She's quite a handful, I've heard. And gorgeous." He laughed again.
I didn't answer.

4:55 pm
I spent the rest of the day helping the team of mechanics work on my Gundam. Wing. I missed it. I wouldn't be taking it to the L-2 sector tonight, but sooner or later I was going to need it. A low-class OZ transport shuttle, scrounged up from who knew where by Dr. J and his men, wasn't exactly going to win any wars.
I was outfitted with an OZ uniform, a sergeant's. Something that wouldn't arouse any suspicion. It was black, both the pants and the jacket, >and fit me almost perfectly. It was tight. The nameplate on the left pocket read "Janssen." Most likely somebody no one would remember. I pulled a dark cap low over my eyes, covering my wild, dark hair. It was starting to grow again, long in the front, hanging in my face. At least it would distract from my eyes. I never wanted anyone to look me in the eyes. Like that blonde girl had.
Why do I keep thinking about her?
I was going to kill her.
Just like I was going to kill Hilde Schbeiker.

9:07 pm
I arrived in the L-2 colony sector without any problem. Only one defending airship covered the area, and the men I talked to over the comm for landing instructions sounded bored. One sounded not much older than me.
Idiots.
I landed and found the bar easily. It looked like just another mobile suit hangar, standing next to the one OZ actually used for their suits, the only thing naming it as a bar being the huge, green neon sign.

9:23 pm
I went inside and took a seat at the bar, on a far end, away from the drunk soldiers scattered across it. I made sure I could see the door. She wouldn't be here until 10:00 anyway.
A heavily made-up waitress sauntered over to me, trying to look sexy while walking in impossibly high heels, but looking to me extremely foolish. She was chewing a wad of gum. She snapped it loudly before talking to me.
"Hey, baby. Never seen you around here before. New or something?"
"Yeah." I pulled the cap down lower.
She giggled. "So, is there anything I can get you?" She bent down to get a closer look at me, tilting forward to make sure I got an eyeful.
I'm not interested.
I moved away from her. "No."
The waitress looked hurt for a moment, then snapped her gum again, standing back up. Angrily.
"Your loss, pal." She left me to try her luck with the group of drunk recruits. They gladly accepted her. Not surprising.
I checked my watch. Ten more minutes.

10:03 pm
She was late. By three minutes. But she came anyway.
The door to the bar banged open and a short, slender girl ran inside. She was wearing a long black coat and a red beret.
Hilde Schbeiker.
I watched her make her way through the throng of people milling around the bar to a table in the center. Another girl, this one dark-skinned, with light brown hair streaked through with blue, and a tall, thin guy with glasses was sitting at the table already. They both called out happily to her. She called back and waved. Smiled.
I watched her every move, studying her, taking notes on every detail of her. I wanted to learn more about this girl before I killed her. I wanted to know everything about her.
Hilde ran to the table, throwing off her coat. She wore a uniform much like mine, only the pants were white, clinging to her body, to her curves. She was wearing dark panties. I could almost make them out through the thin material of the pants. I smiled. She took off her beret then, shaking out her
long, straight black hair, running her fingers through her messy bangs. I had thought her hair was short before but it had been tucked up into the beret. It fell now past her shoulders, brushing the top of the shiny brass nameplate over her left pocket.
Schbeiker.
Three buttons on the black jacket of her uniform were undone, revealing the tops of her small, perfectly rounded breasts when she bent forward to sit down at the table with her friends. I tried not to notice. I focused instead on her face.
Dr. J hadn't been lying. I couldn't lie to myself, either. She was gorgeous. Her skin was pale and it had the smooth look of ivory. Flawless. Her eyes were big and blue, smoky beneath the veil of black lashes framing them. Full, pink lips. A playful, sexy smile.
I couldn't help it. My gaze traveled down from her face, over her
body. She was thin, yet incredibly shapely at the same time. Even the drab OZ uniform couldn't hide it. I looked away.
This was still a mission.
She would still be dead after tonight.
I ordered a beer. And waited.

11:15 pm
I watched Hilde Schbeiker under the cover of my cap, through my bangs. She never noticed, never looked my way. I didn't concentrate on her physical attributes anymore. I wasn't going to get distracted. But still, I watched her.
She was careless. Even before she started drinking I had noticed that. She sat carelessly, slouched back in the chair, legs sprawled open, inviting, even though she was wearing pants. She laughed carelessly, a loud, high-pitched giggle that somehow didn't fit with her womanly voice. Her smile was two-faced, sweet and mocking at the same time. Everything about her was careless, dangerous, especially to herself.
She would be easy to kill. Except in a mobile suit.

12:00 am
I watched Hilde and her friends go through nine beers. Each. I myself had only had two. There was still the mission to carry out. If she ever decided to leave.
The bar was still full of people, more coming in by the minute.
Another guy joined Hilde's table. They ordered a round of shots. Someone said something obviously funny and Hilde burst out laughing. She was drunk.
Even easier.

1:54 am
They finally started to leave. They grabbed their coats, pulling them on, still laughing about something or other.
The dark-skinned girl offered to take Hilde home. She shook her head and smiled.
"I'll be ok alone."
They walked out together.
I tossed some bills onto the bar for the bartender and got up, pulling my gun out of the holster at my waist. I ran my fingers over it. Lovingly. The steel was cold.
It was time.

1:56 am
Hilde walked home, not bothering with a cab. I followed her at a safe distance. A few street bums tried to talk to her but she brushed them off with a smart quip and kept walking. I followed.

1:59 am
Hilde finally stopped at a small house just off the street, near an old salvage yard. She fumbled for her keys in her coat pocket. Found them.

2:00 am
I made my move.

2:01 am
I grabbed her from behind, pushing her up against the door, pinning her with my body. One hand covered her mouth, the other pressed the gun into the small of her back.
She struggled for a moment. I jammed the gun into her harder. She stopped moving.

2:02 am
"I came here to kill you, Miss Schbeiker."
She moved against me. Signaling for me to let her talk. I trusted her.
"You... I know you."
I turned her around to face me. The cap and my hair still covered my eyes. I looked down at her through my bangs. She returned my gaze, evenly. Her blue eyes were clear; she wasn't drunk. I kept the gun pressed against her, into her stomach.
"You've been watching me. All night. At the bar," she continued, holding up her hands in surrender. "I had a feeling you were after me."
I didn't say anything. My eyes didn't leave hers, although she couldn't see me. Something in me didn't want to kill her anymore. Something in me wanted something else. I moved the gun down her stomach, slowly, stopping near her crotch. What the hell was I doing?
I want her.
I trailed the gun down lower, pushing the barrel up between her legs. Her eyes widened and she gasped.
"Wha-what are you doing?"
I caressed her with my gun, moving it back up from her center to trail it over every part of her body. Cold steel on warm skin. A sigh escaped her lips. Ragged. Turned on.
"Who the hell are you?" Her voice was soft, silky. She gazed at me through half-lidded eyes.
I reached out a hand to touch her face. It was smooth, just like I had thought.
I wasn't in control anymore.
I brought my face inches from hers, tangling my fingers in her hair, grabbing and twisting it in my fists.
"Your assassin."
My kiss was harsh, demanding. I didn't give her time to respond. After a moment, she finally kissed back. My tongue clashed with hers, battled with it. Desperate.
After the kiss, Hilde didn't say a word. She only looked at me. Unlocked the door with one hand. Led me inside.

2:11 am
I tore off her coat, threw the little red beret into a corner. I needed her. She was slower.
Hilde led me to her bedroom. There were no words spoken, no questions asked. There wasn't any need for them.
She reached up, on tiptoes, and ripped the cap off of my head. She was looking straight into my eyes, studying me.
Shit.
"Who are you?" she asked again. "I know you're not Janssen."
"It doesn't matter."
She smiled then. Playing with me. "Are you still going to kill me?"
"Hai."
"Then tell me your name."
I grabbed her then, lifting her easily. She didn't fight back. I entered the room, threw her onto the bed. Pinned her down on it, holding her wrists above her head with one hand.
She wouldn't get out of this alive.
"Heero Yuy."
"The Gundam pilot?"
I kissed her. Angrily.
Hilde didn't answer, only stared up at me, fear edging its way into the depths of her eyes finally. She was breathing hard. Enthralled. This excited her.
"And I'm going to kill you."

2:20 am
I went at her like an animal, ripping the buttons off her uniform jacket, breaking the zipper on her pants, devouring her body with biting kisses and rough, bruising caresses. All control was lost. I knew I still had a firm grip on my mission, but all coherent thought was gone. There was only the strong need for her, the thrill of having her before I killed her, the sheer joy of her /wanting/ me, wanting this.
I held her down, gripped her wrists tightly. She didn't resist. She was smiling now.
"Heero." She said my name, rolling it on her tongue as if she was tasting it. She tried to free her hands, tried to touch me.
"Don't touch me." I said it calmly, in a monotonous tone. I pressed my agony into her, feeling her warm wetness soaking through her pants. She closed her eyes and moaned softly.
I was made of steel. I ached.
"Mmm... Heero..." She lifted her hips off the bed, bucking them into mine. I jammed my thigh between her legs. She cried out and began to ride me, her hot mound moving agonizingly slow, back and forth.
I removed one hand from her wrists and grasped her hip, pushing her back down, off of my leg.
"I said don't touch me. With anything." I let a smile play across my lips.
Hilde gazed at me. Pleading. "Then fuck me, Heero Yuy." Her voice was sultry, her smile poisonous. "Fuck me the way you fight. Show me you want to kill me, Heero." She wrapped her legs around me. "Fuck me."
Her eyes taunted me.
"You don't want me to do that."
"Yes, I do." She rubbed against me, wet and warm. She moaned.
Impatiently. "Yes, I do. Kill me afterwards, do what you want. But do this for me. Please."
I only stared. My pants were extremely tight.
"Please."
She was careless.

2:27 am
I made my decision.

2:28 am
I hooked my thumbs through the waistband of Hilde's little red thong, releasing her for a moment, yanking them down her legs. She giggled and I kissed her roughly to silence her. Her bra unsnapped easily and I threw it to the ground, moving my hungry mouth down to devour her perky, firm little breasts. I sucked until she was painfully aroused, until she was mewling and crying for me to stop.

2:32 am
I divested myself of my own uniform, one-handed, so I could still
restrain her. Her eyes traveled over my body, gazing at me as if I were a god. She ran her tongue over her lips.
"You are the Gundam pilot, Heero Yuy." Her eyes returned to mine.
I didn't answer.
"I know you are. I've been studying you." She smiled, a blush creeping up into her cheeks, shy all of a sudden. "I've read everything I can about you. I've tried to master my mobile suit the way you have your Gundam." She giggled in a lightheaded way and then looked away. "But I know that you're Heero Yuy because of the scar on your chest."
The scar. A long, jagged white line cutting across the tanned skin of my chest. A shrapnel scar from my first mission. I can still feel the pain all the way down in the muscles of my chest. No one but Dr. J and I knew about the scar. And now Hilde.
I still didn't answer.
She moved forward, bending her head down, brushing her lips against my scar. Her tongue flicked out. She licked it, slowly, sensually, tasting me. I let a shudder of pleasure run through my body. No one had ever done anything so intimate to me. I had never allowed it.
Dr. J was right. She was special. She needed to be eliminated.
Hilde looked up.
"If you decide not to kill me after this, I want to go with you."
I held her wrists tightly, still with one hand, bringing my other arm down and across her neck, pressing down on her gently, keeping her completely still.
"Don't worry. I'm going to kill you."
She smiled.

2:45 am
The talking stopped there. I didn't waste any time. I slipped three fingers inside of her, beginning a smooth in and out motion, getting her ready for what was to come next. She closed her eyes and groaned, moving her hips to the same rhythm as my fingers. Her leg was rubbing against my cock, making me wet with pre-cum. I couldn't stand it any longer.

2:47 am
I positioned myself above her, ready to enter. Hilde's eyes were shut tightly. Preparing for the worst. I had to smile.

2:48 am
I brought my lips down to hers, crushing her in a violent kiss. I bit down on her bottom lip. I rammed my hard, aching cock deep inside her. She screamed against my mouth in both pain and pleasure.

2:49 am
I thrusted mercilessly into Hilde, jolting her body. She had wanted it like this, for me to be as cold and unfeeling as I was on the battlefield. We both didn't want this to be beautiful or touching. We just wanted the completely mindless fucking that only two people who truly understand each other can give one another.
We were both soldiers. We were both alone. She was careless and I was dangerous. We understood that.

2:50 am
I possessed her. She chanted my name over and over again, crying it, screaming it, groaning it. I slammed in and out of her, keeping my arm pressed tightly against Hilde's throat, keeping her down. She bucked with me, against me. She wouldn't be completely restrained. I didn't mind.

2:51 pm
I grunted and moaned, loving the feel of her body, loving the way I captured her, the way I enthralled her. She never stopped looking at me as if I were a dream, something she had fantasized about in her most private moments. It turned me on, gave me a feeling of power and dominance I had never known, not even out on the battlefield.
She could be turned away from OZ. I could probably do it myself. There wasn't any need to kill her. But maybe I still would.
Hilde Schbeiker was mine.

2:52 am
I continued to pound into her tight, wet channel, faster, harder. She fucked back into me, matching each thrust with her own. She moaned and cried out in ecstasy, arching her body into me, slamming her hips into mine, crashing into me as we rode each other to oblivion. I let a growl escape my lips as I thrust into her two more times before finally releasing myself, flooding her body. She came after me, screaming my name one last time into the pale violet light of the early morning, covering my shaft in her honey. She was shaking uncontrollably, coming down from her orgasm. I was numb, cold.
It was over in five minutes.

2:56 am
I finally pulled out of her, releasing her wrists and removing my arm from across her throat. She didn't move, didn't protest.
I rolled over onto the other side of the bed, pushing myself up to a sitting position.
"I'm going to go take a shower. I have to leave soon."
Silence.
I stood up.
"Heero?"
"Hm?" I turned around.
Hilde was laying on her side, her elbow propped up, her chin in her hand. Her hair was tangled and messy, her skin damp and glowing from the sex. She was beautiful.
"Are you going to kill me?"
"No." I turned back around and walked to the bathroom.
Mission failed.

3:00 am
I let the hot water run over my body, turning the handle all the way up, until it was scalding. I didn't feel it, though. All I could think about was my mission. I had failed it. I had let a girl, an OZ soldier, defeat me.
I banged my head against the wall of the shower, letting it rest there, closing my eyes. Hilde wasn't just any girl, though. She wasn't just any soldier, either. And she wanted to come with me. I couldn't let her. This had to be the extent of our relationship. I smiled bitterly. If you could even call it that.
I touched the scar on my chest. Hilde Schbeiker had branded me.

3:08 am
I felt slender arms encircle my waist, then soft lips against my shoulder blade. A warm, wet tongue licked me.
Hilde. I hadn't even heard her come in.
I turned around to face her. She smiled.
"You aren't going to kill me." It wasn't a question.
"No."
"Will you take me with you? I can help you, Heero." She moved closer to me, wrapping her arms around my neck, gently kissing my chest. Slim, cool fingers caressing the scar, finding their way down lower, grasping my erection. I hadn't even realized I was hard again. She tended to have that effect.
I closed my eyes and moaned.
"I won't do that."
Hilde stopped kissing me. Her hand lingered on my cock, stroking it gently. "I knew you wouldn't." She looked down, away from me, a small smile curving her lips. "And it's alright."
Silence.
Hilde looked back up at me and reached out to smooth the hair out of my face. "You really have beautiful eyes," she said, her hand still working, up and down, between us. "Thank you, Heero Yuy."
I bent down and kissed her, this time tenderly. Lovingly. I was going to let her live. I wanted her to live. She wouldn't go through with Khushrenada's plan. Somehow, I knew she wouldn't.
I lifted her up, pushing her back against the wall of the shower, her long legs wrapping around my hips instinctively. I pressed my erection into her wet center. She sighed softly, a rush of warm breath against my face, and nodded. I entered her again.
We made love this time.

4:00 am
I left Hilde Schbeiker. Forever.
Mission failed.
I didn't care.

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A.C. 195- 5 May

Three days after leaving the L-2 sector, I met Duo Maxwell, another Gundam pilot, who happened to live in that colony. I didn't ask if he knew Hilde. I wasn't sure if I really wanted to know anyway.

10:01 am
I met Duo in his mobile suit hangar. Both of our Gundams had suffered severe damages in the last battle and he had taken it upon himself and his team to fix them up. It was the first time I had been back to the L-2 sector since that day.
Duo's hangar looked strangely familiar when I entered it. The salvage yard it was located in also struck me as familiar. I soon found out why.
"Hey, Heero! Glad you could make it!" Duo waved at me from the top of his Gundam, where he was reinstalling the computer system in the cockpit. He jumped down and ran over to me, slinging his arm around my shoulders. "How ya doin'?"
I shrugged him off.
"How are the suits?"
"Fine. Yours really got the shit kicked out of it, but my guys are doin' the best they can." He grinned. Baka.
"Hey, I want you to meet somebody!"

10:02 am
Duo ran off and disappeared through a door. He returned a few moments later, dragging along a short, slender dark-haired girl by the hand.
"Heero, I want you to meet Hilde. She's my little helper!" He grinned at her adoringly, pulling her close. Like a lover.
"Nice to meet you, Heero. Duo is always talking about you." She smiled.

10:03 am
I could only stare.
She looked different now, not quite so careless, so eager. She had cut off her long hair so that now it only reached to her neck, making her look like a pixie. She had traded her clinging OZ uniform for a pair of black pants and a long, loose shirt. She still wore the red beret, though. The beret I had tossed on the floor in the heat of our passion.
Hilde.
"Hello." It was all I could manage.

10:04 am
I don't remember what happened next. We only shared a brief moment, a long glance that could have only lasted a second, before Duo tore her away from me. I had sensed the longing in her eyes, the sadness behind her smile. There was so much to say and yet we couldn't say it. She was Duo's now.

10:05 am
I wasn't upset.
I had let her live. She was alive.
And there would always be another five minutes.


Fin

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