Snowy Fears
Disclaimer: I don't own any Gundam wing character or the plot for this story. I have based it off of a story called 'The Snow' by Caroline B. Cooney. It's not going to be the same plot exactly, but I am going to make it close to it, though I haven't read the whole story series yet. I'll try my best!
Chapter One:
"Heero, The Preventers are very thankful for your work, but I hope that you will understand my decision. No one is to know of this and you are to act as a normal teenager would."
'Normal? What was she talking about?'
She took a deep breath. "You've never been in a school before, unless undercover," It was true, he had been trained as a soldier since the day he was born. They gave him academics though, all the way up past college level in the base he was trained at. They wouldn't make an idiot the perfect soldier, would they?
'What is she getting at?'
"I've made the decision as your superior to send you off to a small school off the coast of Maine." She commanded. "We are going to make sure that you don't bring any weapons what-so-ever due to the fact you are to go there as a normal teenager. You'll be placed by your age, sixteen, into grade eleven."
He stared at her. "What?" He hissed at her coldly.
"It's for your own good, you need to act like a normal teenager and try to loosen up. No one will know of this." She told him, "Think of it as a mission of some sort."
"Are you kidding me?!" He punched the desk angrily. "What the hell gives you the right to ship me off somewhere?!" If words could kill, she would be dead by now.
"Heero, this is for your own good." She told him calmly. This was the first time she had seen him show really any emotion, even if it was anger. At least they were getting somewhere with him...
"Bull!" He retorted. "You know damn well I don't need to go to some crappy school out somewhere!" He hissed with venom. "I'm probably smarter than anyone with a degree from college."
"Heero, you need to live like a teenager. Your youth was stripped from—"
"I don't want to hear it." He turned sharply as Une looked at the dent in her desk that was about an inch or two deep from where he hit it. He sharply opened the door as the other Gundam pilots rounded the corner, slamming it closed in her face.
Trowa raised an eyebrow at this as Heero stalked past them, tension could be felt rising off him in waves just as his anger which he had a hard time controlling now.
"Who the hell does she think she is?" He muttered, Wufei hearing this and gaping slightly.
"Hey Heero!" Duo said cheerfully, trying to lighten up the mood.
Heero continued walked right by them with a look on his face that said 'don't mess with me.'
"Hey, Heero!" Duo said a little slower and louder this time around, grabbing the pilot of the Wing gundam's shoulder lightly.
Heero didn't turn around and the others slowly edged away from him as if he was on fire, almost like a bomb ready to explode. "Don't. Touch. Me." He hissed coldly to the God of Death.
He walked off, his anger slowly ebbing away as he was reminded that he could do nothing about the situation.
The other pilots regained their composure and walked into the room, seeing Lady Une behind her cheery self-mask, hiding what had happened between her and Heero.
Trowa and Wufei eyed the indent in her desk. Only one person other than them would be able to do something like that.
He sat in his dorm, the one he shared with Trowa. It was better than getting stuck with Duo. He wouldn't leave him alone, and right now, he needed peace and quiet.
He lay heavily on the bed, face in the pillow everything flashed back about the "important" meeting. She was sending him away like an animal, to be trained, again.
"Agh!" He shouted into his pillow with anger. The door silently opened without his knowledge. "Dammit!" He yelled, punching the bed so hard it made his knuckles hurt a bit.
Trowa stared at him. 'This isn't like him at all. What did Une say to him?' He wondered, not letting his presence be known with that encounter as he silently left Heero alone.
Silently he walked down the hall, the clicks of his shoes sharply echoing on the shiny tile. He looked at the floor, memorizing where he was going and he could even sleep and walk there. Not that he wanted too, his mind was elsewhere currently.
He kept thinking about what had happened:
Trowa was beat. The day was so young, but he was already dead. Maybe lack of sleep from last night?
He silently opened the door as always, not expecting to see Heero there, lying on the bed with his head in the pillow.
He looked really upset and he knew it must have had something to do with what Une told him, whatever that might be. He learned to trust his soldier sense, making him and Heero more alike. They were both born as soldiers it seemed and were very talented in the harsh art of war.
He seemed really pissed as he punched the bed and he decided that he needed to be alone to sort out his thoughts. 'What is wrong with him?' He remembered asking himself.
He was brought back from his thoughts as he was nearing his destinations, the angry shouts of Wufei yelling at Duo, who was gleefully shouting back at the insane Chinese pilot of the Shenlong Gundam, or Nataku as he called it.
He walked into the lounge room and met the other pilots eating their meals in their own private room. "Something is wrong with Heero." Trowa told them.
"Maybe he's just having a bad day." Duo said and took another bite out of his sandwich.
He didn't buy it. "Duo, I'm being serious."
"So was I!" Duo shouted back at him.
"I don't think Heero really has bad days, Duo." Quatre said calmly, agreeing with Trowa something indeed was wrong.
"Maybe we should go and see Une about all this." Wufei suggested.
"All right then!" Duo said cheerfully, getting a peeved look from Wufei. They left their unfinished lunches and went to go see their superior.
Walking down the halls, they stopped at an elegant door and heard murmured voices.
"It's for your own good," That was Lady Une's voice, the other pilots listened closely.
"Yeah, right..." Anyone could tell he was exaggerating the word 'right'. There was shuffling and the door opened, Heero once again wearing his emotionless mask.
He was wearing a white buttoned up shirt with the first two buttons undone and light blue jeans. The odd thing was he wasn't wearing his Preventers jacket that told he worked for the organization, or had even a name badge wrapped around his neck or pinned somewhere to his clothes. He looked almost like a normal teenager.
"Hey Heero!" Duo said merrily, hoping he was in a better mood.
Heero glanced at Duo out of the corner of his deep prussain eyes, not saying anything at all.
They walked into the room and looked at Lady Une who was surprised to see them. They saw, on the desk, a silver gun with other weapons, a badge with a photo ID and a jacket for the Preventers.
"Hey---"Duo was about to say before Une quickly swiped all the stuff off the desk and locked it into a drawer along with a folder in blue.
"Good Morning," Une said pleasantly.
"What's wrong with Heero?" Trowa said, getting straight to the point bluntly.
"What?" Lady Une asked dumbly. "Nothing is wrong with him."
"Why is he acting so strange today?" Quatre questioned, almost to himself it seemed.
"Well," Everyone looked at Lady Une. "I'm not quite sure I understand all this, Heero seems perfectly fine to me today. He's probably annoyed at someone if he's acting weird. Duo," Duo looked at him. "Did you do anything to his laptop or anything?"
"No—"Duo seemed to think for a moment. "I did make him eat one of the cafeteria's burgers and he wasn't feeling so good since I put green food dye in it." The others sweat-dropped.
"Well, that solves this mystery. Duo Maxwell has done it again." Wufei said with a temper to the brunet baka and his never-ending tricks on the Wing pilot.
Duo grinned wickedly at this comment.
A Day, which seemed an eternity, later:
There they were, sitting at the table silently, sometimes murmuring a few words.
They were sitting in the cafeteria when they noticed they had barely seen Heero as it was, even Trowa who was his roommate.
Through the glass windows they caught the familiar image of Heero walking towards the door with a large duffel bag and Une was rushing after him. He was dressed almost exactly the same except for the jean jacket he now wore.
Heero turned around when Une came rushing up to him. She said some words.
"Please don't hate me." She told him silently, the Gundam boys read the movements of her mouth, being so talented and all.
"..." Heero said nothing but stiffened when she drew him into a hug. She let go of him, letting him walk away without another word as a driver in a back tuxedo with sunglasses opened the door and escorted him to a SUV nearby.
"What was that all about?" Duo questioned, trusting his instinct that something was wrong and it had nothing to do with his little prank.
He had reached his destination, the driver stopping to buy him a think black sky jacket and other winter supplies he would need for the cold weather of Maine in the winter times of January and February.
He saw a teenager, thirteen no doubt rushing up to the house where he was boarding and a little girl, probably in the sixth grade rush up too. The smaller girl had long flaming red hair that was tied into two braids. The other one had multicolored hair, gold silver and brunet.
Heero turned and saw someone was in front of him. He stepped back in surprise but slipped on the ice, the figure grabbing his hand from falling. The driver took out his duffel bag and gave it to him, waving to him before setting off.
"Une'll send you money through the bank for supplies and rent!" He yelled and backed out from the tip of the cliff where the inn was located on.
Heero was able to get some traction on his feet again, and the two children were slowing down. The person who caught him, a woman had a bright face on, but her eyes seemed to twinkle shallow as something was hidden under them, something else.
"Thank you." He mumbled, the woman's hand still clasping his. The older woman noticed this and let go, looking at the handsome boy with a smile.
"I suppose that you are Heero?" She said sweetly. The thirteen-year-old stopped a little farther away with a scared, almost sickened look in her eyes.
"Yeah, are you Mrs. Shevvington?" He asked, getting a nod from the woman.
"Say hello, girls." Mrs. Shevvington ordered the two girls to introduce themselves.
"Um—"Dolly, the younger girl with the red hair asked Mrs. Shevvington. "Can we go inside and do that?" She asked.
"Of course," Mrs. Shevvington smiled at this and escorted Heero inside with the girls following, the older girl hiding a scowl.
They went inside to the kitchen where Mrs. Shevvington started making some hot chocolate for them.
"Hi!" The smaller girl said as Heero let a small smile slip, so as not to scare her. He might as well act normal here, if that was possible. "I'm Dolly."
"I'm Heero Yuy, it's a pleasure." He said politely to her and the other girl who had yet to give him her name.
Her eyes fell on him, and she hid a blush creeping onto her cheeks. 'He's better than Blake!' She thought about Blake, Anya's boyfriend ho had been sent away to boarding school after he "fell" off the cliffs.
"I'm Chrissie." Chrissie told Heero.
"Hi," He said to her with a slight smile. Someone appeared in the doorway, wearing what looked like maid's clothes.
"That's Anya!" Dolly said with excitement. "So why are you here? Are you visiting?"
"No, I'm going to be boarding here for school." The hot chocolate was done and Chrissie took into account how Mrs. Shevvington put more coca into Heero's cup.
"You're boarding here?" Chrissie asked with a dreaded fear growing in her. 'They are going to destroy him too!'
"Christina, you shouldn't act like that!" She cocked her head a bit and Chrissie caught a glint of something in her eye. "I will trust you too be able to show Heero around and Anya should join school again to show him around, it would do both him and her good."
'Anya? Join school again? They were definitely after him!' Wait, but he wasn't an island child, so maybe he could escape for this madness!
"Anya, come meet our new guest here." Mrs. Shevvington replied slowly. Anya came up to him from where she set the tray of tea.
"Hell, nice to meet you." Heero thought of how she sounded broken. She outstretched her hand as if wanting him to shake her hand.
"Nice to meet you too." He clasped her hand and she shook it once or twice before letting go. She was so cold.
He saw her shiver and he realized he hadn't taken off his coat yet. He removed it, wearing a white button up shirt and a jean jacket with light blue jeans.
Chrissie felt flushed with this and Mrs. Shevvington raised an eyebrow. He draped his coat over her shoulders and she blinked at the warmth the coat gave off.
"W-What?" Anya questioned, looking at the coat in surprise.
"You were shivering, don't you have a heater in here?" He questioned her.
Anya looked at him, speechless. Mrs. Shevvington took this moment to speak. "Heero, I think it would be wise if we were to get your room ready." She smiled.
"All right, when do I start school?" He asked, grabbing his black duffel back with ease as he hoisted it up to his shoulder.
"Tomorrow," She said kindly and led him off to one of the seven guestrooms that were never occupied. 'That Lady Une or whatever said he was to have the best room in the house and she would check up on him every two months or so to see his grades and status.'
"Thank you." He said, putting his duffel bag softly on the ground.
"Tea is down stairs if you want to have some with Chrissie and Anya, my husband and I have to take Dolly out shopping for some new clothing." She left the room with a sweet smile, as she and Dolly went out the door to meet Mr. Shevvington at the school, seeing as he was a principal and only had a certain amount of time to take off from work.
Heero went down the stairs and found Anya with a blank look on her face, still wearing his coat, which she gripped tightly around her. Chrissie was looking downcast and deep in thought as he pulled up a chair, surprising them both.
"O-Oh! We didn't hear you come down the stairs." Chrissie exclaimed, usually they creak a lot!
"Sorry, I'm not used to—er—making a lot of sound." He said looking down at the wooden table.
"I'm sorry if I'm trying to pry, but why are you here?" Chrissie questioned. "If I had the choice and wasn't here to finish school because I'm an island girl, I would be elsewhere."
"I don't really have a choice." Heero mumbled a little down hearted at this.
"What?" Heero was still staring at the table, wearing his expressionless mask he had grown accustomed too.
Then she heard it, a giggle of a maniac coming from the cellar. Her head didn't jerk up, but she knew she heard it. She couldn't let Heero think she was yarning (lying).
Heero's head jerked up, but Anya hadn't even seemed to hear that laugh. "Did you hear that?" He questioned, not questioning his excellent hearing.
"What?!" Chrissie questioned with surprise, him taking it the wrong way.
"That laugh, didn't you hear it?" He asked suspiciously.
"Y-Yes..." Chrissie said, still in a state of shock that she wasn't the only one who heard it. He's more stronger than he looks to be.
"It came from the cellar." Heero hissed coldly. Chrissie was surprised how he was taking this. "Where do you keep the flashlights?"
"I'm coming too." Chrissie spoke with determination, grabbing a flashlight from a shelf and opening the door.
"Stay behind me." Heero said in an emotionless voice and Chrissie nodded, they walked down the stairs, Heero ending up carrying her so as not to make a sound. He was silent as he carried her down the once creaking stairs.
"There's a draft on my ankles." They heard Anya mutter softly from up the stairs. Anya kept muttering: "A draft. A draft. "A draft..." She got up and shut the cellar door, locking it tight.
Soon, the light switch on top of the stairs was slowly fading as Chrissie fought the urge to rush back up the stairs, despite Heero being there to protect her.
The giggle came again, laughing at her fear as it seemed to move closer. The lights went out to the flashlight and soon the light bulb itself was dimming. It was more like fog right now.
They stopped moving and they heard a solid footstep. They knew it wasn't there own, so someone else was in there with them.
Heero's eyes adjusted to the dark and he saw a silhouette with another shadow in it's hand.
A gun. And it was pointed at them.
Heero's eyes widened as he moved Chrissie out of the way of the bullet. He couldn't have her die yet, she was still so young, being only thirteen!
Chrissie let out a surprised yelp as Heero shoved her out of the way and shielded her with his body.
A shot rang and Chrissie let out a scream and Heero felt something warm course down his arm and then another shot fired. Something trickled down his leg. Another shot fired, but it shattered the light, and he felt a knife slash at his stomach as he fell to his knees.
Chrissie was behind him, stumbling around to see or do anything after hearing the bullets, trying to find Heero.
The shadow was about to bend down and do something when footsteps sounded in the kitchen and the door opened.
Heero weakly made it to his feet and dragged Chrissie up the stairs and onto the last step, leaning against the wall.
She felt something wet stick to her clothing, but ignored it, not hearing the labored breaths of her newfound friend. Something clattered to the floor but she didn't pay any heed to it.
Something was wet on her back from Heero's body. She figured it must have been the seawater. 'After all,' She reasoned with herself. 'These caves can lead to the cove.'
The clock on her digital watch ticked off the time. Seconds that seemed like hours passed as they sat there, waiting for Anya to open the door, sometimes shouting for her.
Sleep took their world as Heero did his best to stop his blood from running even more. That bowie knife cut him deep, and he swore he would make the cowardly bastard who did this pay dearly.