By The Police
Every breath you take
<Close up of one sparkling cerulean blue eye, staring intently forward.>
Every move you make
<Pan back to see that it is Relena's eye, through a telescope>
Every bond you break
<Pan back even further to see that she is in an abandoned old building, peering through the telescope . . .into another building>
Every step you take
<From her point of view, we can see that she is staring at Heero methodically eating a meal with a chattering Duo>
I'll be watching you
<Heero suddenly looks up at the window, his eyes narrowing. He walks to the window and angrily shoves down the blinds.>
Every single day
<The setting is now a park. The scenery rapidly passes by several bushes before stopping on one with binoculars attached. Relena's distinctive hairstyle is barely visible over the bushes.>
Every word you say
<Heero is sitting impassively on a bench, watching Duo try to start up a conversation with a mime . . .>
Every game you play
<Even the Perfect Soldier has limits to his patience, abruptly he gets up to grab Duo, who starts waving madly at Relena calling out merrily, "Ja ne, ojousan!", by the braid and drags him away. Relena blushes furiously as she realizes the two boys had known of her presence all along.
Every night you stay
<Heero stonily brushes past the other passerbys on the sidewalk. Duo is bouncing happily behind the other pilot, braid twitching with each step. He stops frequently to examine everything that catches his eye, with the Japanese pilot waiting silently for him.>
I'll be watching you
<A pink limo silently follows the two pilots on the busy sidewalk>
O can't you see
<Relena steps out of the car and runs toward Heero . . .>
You belong to me
<She grabs him by the arm, gazing imploringly into his cold eyes, and presses a pink envelope into his stiff hands.>
How my poor heart aches
< Hesitatingly, she walks back toward her car, glancing back frequently.>
With every step you take
<Heero glares at the unassuming piece of paper before opening it. The boy takes out the pink stationary from within, wrinkling his nose slightly at the heavy scent of perfume . . .>>
Every move you make
< . . . as Duo reads over his shoulder, casually slinging one arm around the others pilot's neck.>
Every vow you break
<Both boys' eyes open wide at the passionate vows within the letter, from the seemingly innocent Relena. Duo, blushing furiously, mutters something about being raised a good Catholic boy. Heero, still slightly flushed himself, raises an eyebrow pointedly at the apple the other had unthinkingly swiped from a stand. The American boy grins sheepishly, peering up at his partner, with sparkling violet eyes.>
Every smile you fake
<The Japanese boy's features briefly soften before settling back into its normally stony features. Heero grabs Duo by the scruff of the neck and marches off with the mildly protesting boy, into the crowd. . . the letter fluttering to the ground where it is kicked and stepped on by the relentless traffic of people on the sidewalk.>
Every claim you stake
<It is eventually blown by the wind . . . in front of a pair of white leather shoes. A gloved hand picks it up gently, spreading out the many rips and tears from the battered page. The sun shines directly behind Relena, outlining her figure in a painfully bright light.>
I'll be watching you
<The letter, which now is smeared with her tears, is suddenly crushed between her hands>
Since you've gone I been lost without a trace
<She clutches the letter convulsively before staring after the rapidly disappearing two boys, an image of Heero's features firmly embedded in her mind's eye. Her expression is no longer one of determination but of desperation.>
I dream at night I can only see your face
<Relena breaks into a run, rudely jostling the other pedestrians. She ignores their stares and muttered comments, intent on finding her beloved. Surely, surely . . . he must love her.>
I look around but it's you I can't replace
<She trips and falls to the hard street pavement. No one offers a helping hand . . . no one offers a kind comment. She has lost him . . .>
I feel so cold and I long for your embrace
< . . .the letter lies, crushed and battered, next to her scraped and bruised hands. Tears fall around both letter and clenched hands.>
I keep crying baby, baby, please
<Her head bowed, she cries out for Heero again and again, uncaring of the stares and looks she receives from the faceless, blurred crowd moving past her.>
O can't you see
<Heero abruptly stops in his tracks, and Duo runs right into him, rubbing his nose ruefully. The Japanese boy stands stiff, hearing an all too-familiar relentless voice calling his name. His partner peers into his face, violet eyes warm and sympathetic, silently asking if he is all right.>
You belong to me
<Heero stares into the other's open, innocent features, as if trying to find the answer to a particularly fascinating puzzle. Duo shifts uncomfortably from the piercing blue gaze, but his wide eyes are unable to look away from that of his partner's.>
How my poor heart aches
<The two pilots remain frozen, staring at each other until the steady stream of people jostle them from their position on the street. They both flush slightly at realizing how close their faces are.>
With every breath you take
< . . .close enough to feel the other's gaze as a physical touch . . . close enough to feel the warm brush of the other's breath.>
Every move you make
<Duo suddenly grins inanely and lightly rubs his nose against Heero's>
Every vow you break
<The short-haired boy snorts and starts to walk away. He glances back when he notices the other isn't bouncing by his side as usual. Duo is standing still, with a small thoughtful smile on his face, brushing the tip of his thick braid against his lips.>
Every smile you fake
<Heero stares . . . suddenly mesmerized by the familiar action. He shakes his head slightly and resolutely marches forward, trying to ignore how the soft hair might feel against his own lips . . .>
Every claim you stake
< . . .or even how the other pilot's lips might feel against his own. Duo eventually catches up to the other pilot, hesitatingly, as if by accident, brushing his fingers gently against the other's hand.>
Every move you make
<Heero's features remain impassive, but he grabs the braided boy's hand tightly, folding it possessively within his own.>
Every step you take
<They walk off into the crowd, shoulders occasionally brushing against each others', almost as if by accident, melting in with the dozens of other anonymous people on the street>
I'll be watching you
<Focusing on their intertwined hands, the scene blurs slightly. When it refocuses again, the setting is nighttime within their shared bedroom. Duo is sleeping on his side, braid slightly disheveled. Next to him, sitting silently on the floor, is Heero, dressed in his customary tank top and biker shorts. He is staring at the other's relaxed features intently, occasionally glancing at their hands. He gently lifts the sleeping boy's hands to his lips and brushes a gentle kiss across the knuckles.>
<As the scene slowly starts to fade along with the repeating chorus, Duo smiles a silly little grin in his sleep, perhaps in response to the other's presence. The scene abruptly fades on Heero's unguarded expression and the soft responding smile . . .>