Lyrics taken from 3 Doors Down's "Kryptonite"
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[I took a walk around the world to
Ease my troubled mind
I left my body laying somewhere
In the sands of time]

Eyes opened or closed, I see you: dark brown, rakish hair; steely, penetrating eyes; and a slight, wiry build. And, each time you appear, my lips curve to utter your name.

Heero Yuy. Two words and four syllables that make me want to abandon everything, just to be by your side.

[I watched the world float to the dark
Side of the moon]

The lips curve again as I stand alone before this mirror, comparing myself to you. I watch how curves fail to be angles, how this smooth flesh fails to be firm, how this gentle, yielding form fails to bring me your admiration.

[I feel there is nothing I can do, yeah]

My eyes meet with long, wispy tan hair, a weak mouth, and wide, innocent blue eyes. The weak mouth frowns and I see your wild hair, your thin, stern lips and unwavering dark gaze peering back at me. The image is brief and you disappear.

[I watched the world float to the
Dark side of the moon
After all I knew it had to be something
To do with you]

I'm left with my reflection: a nude, wavering composite of pale skin, small breasts and slightly rounded hips. Each deplorable, soft feature fails to mimic the streamline, spry build I've come to admire and resent.

[I really don't mind what happens now and then
As long as you'll be my friend at the end
If I go crazy then will you still
Call me Superman]

The wind spirals through this empty room. I watch as the ends of my hair flutter past the scissors in my hand. And, I look up at my reflection, once again, to see your sullen mouth and dead stare. I stand watching as the wind blows your hair across your face.

[If I'm alive and well, will you be
There holding my hand
I'll keep you by my side with
My superhuman might
Kryptonite]

I blink and the same emotionless eyes blink back at me. I smile and the sullen mouth curves as well. “Heero,” I murmur again. And I finally allow myself the admission: I can't be myself, not when you're everything I hope for, not when you're everything I want to be.

[You called me strong, you called me weak,
But still your secrets I will keep
You took for granted all the times I
Never let you down]

You continue to look back. I watch how your tank reveals your sinewy upper body, how your legs are strong and lean, how your long blunt fingers move slightly at your sides. And I finally understand why I wasn't enough. You give me a curt nod, encouraging me, promising me things will be different once I leave my vulnerability behind, once I'm your equal in every way imaginable.

[You stumbled in and bumped your head, if
Not for me then you would be dead
I picked you up and put you back
On solid ground]

The scissors come up with haunting precision. The pale locks fall to the floor, brushing past now angular shoulders, falling past new, taut, strong calves. I melt away and I see us together: two solid masculine forms moving together, strong arms pulling each other close, firm bodies falling together in wild abandon. I'll be everything you want. But, will it be enough?

[If I go crazy then will you still
Call me Superman
If I'm alive and well, will you be
There holding my hand]

The scissors are placed aside and I shake the hair from my shoulders. Once again, my eyes are drawn to your figure in the mirror. You move aside and see myself as I am: partly complete. You gesture to your chest and, once again, I understand, and take the lead.

[I'll keep you by my side with my
Superhuman might
Kryptonite]

I reach over, grasping in hand a large roll of bandage. And, it's strange. I feel you with me, guiding my hands as I bind this shortcoming out of sight and out of consideration. Rough, efficient hands help me roll the length of bandage around and around until my chest is as firm as yours.

[If I go crazy then will you still
Call me Superman
If I'm alive and well, will you be
There holding my hand]

We stand together peering back at one another; both shaggy headed and lean, both alike, both with solid forms in common. And, I see us together as long as I'm willing to sacrifice. You acknowledge this with another slight nod. But, why don't I feel victorious?

[I'll keep you by my side with my
Superhuman might
Kryptonite]

The thought steals you from me and, once again, I'm alone in the room. My hand clutches the bandage to my chest as I blink back at a mangled head of hair. Blond shocks jut out in every direction. The wind greets me, further aggravating the locks, and I have to laugh.

[If I go crazy then will you still
Call me Superman]

The mirror is right. I'm no longer Relena Peacecraft. But, neither am I Heero Yuy.

[If I'm alive and well, will you be there
Holding my hand]

The laughter comes harder now. And I find myself shaking.

[I'll keep you by my side with
My superhuman might
Kryptonite]

I'm something else all together. And, you'll see this the next time we meet.