My Take on the Heavens
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Hola my dear fans,
I have decided to rewrite My Take on the Heavens because I have lost my path in that fic. Enjoy the journey. I would like to hear your ideas about the plot and ideas to progress this fic further in order to make this story the best story it can be.
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Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing and in no way am I profiting from this depiction of the Gundam Wing characters.
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Chapter One:
Loud applause filled the arena. Heero could swear that he wouldn't have been able to hear his own thoughts if not for his sanity. He was not sure which god to thank as the final performance ended and general wishes for the well-being of the audience were announced by the ringmaster. Heero was immensely thankful that the whole schedule of performances was over, although he had to admit that his favorite had been the trapeze artists.
Inhaling deeply, Heero rose from his position on the stands and made his way through the thinning crowd. Once Heero wove his way through the mass of strangers outside the tent, he continued on his well-worn journey towards the trailer Trowa had once shared with his adopted older sister, Catherine. It had been four years since the Eve Wars and the Mariemaia incident. Heero, along with the other Gundam wing pilots had finally entered their twenties. Life held a lot for his comrades. They had futures that Heero was fond of watching and observing from the sidelines. At this time, Heero had yet to confirm if he had his own.
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"Well, Heero, the only advice I can give you is the same advice you bestowed upon me all those years ago. 'The best way to live your life is to act on your emotions.' I'm sure you remember those words." Trowa nodded to himself as he bowed to stare into the black surface of his plain cup of coffee. It held within its depths no sugar or cream, it was simply plain and tart.
Trowa didn't want to chastise the man, but Heero could only let Relena wait for him for so long. Resting his cup on the small square table in front of him, Trowa raised his eyes to the meet the sorrowful eyes of the man code named Heero Yuy. Had it been so long since either of had spoken. Quatre and Duo kept regular contact with him. Even Wufei sent him the occasional message and they had spoken quite a few times about their lives and politics. Heero, on the other hand, remained the stoic and private person of his youth.
Quietly, Trowa rationalized what Heero himself was too sensitive -perhaps- to admit aloud. "Relena might have found someone else. You should tell her how you feel just the same. It does not hurt to try. Have you reflected on this at all?" Trowa shook his head, "Of course, you have. I do not believe that you have ever done anything without first weighing the cause and the effect."
Trowa held up his hand in an attempt to stop Heero from interrupting his speech, but was subdued anyway. "There is nothing more noble and beautiful than a soldier with no distractions. One could say that he is the closest thing to God," Heero declared, his eyes meeting Trowa's a glow of defiance reverberating in them.
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"…That is what he said to you?" Duo gasped as he stood in front of his former war comrades. Wufei was mixing a drink at the bar, his back to Duo. "Calm down, obviously, Heero was quoting-"
"Who?" Duo interrupted again as he sat back down.
A loud sigh escaped Wufei's lips as he continued with his drink and decidedly ignoring Duo's rude and impish outburst.
"I think he was quoting something Treize might have said to him at some point during the war." Trowa continued as if Duo's exclamations into their conversation had never occurred.
Trowa watched avidly as Quatre bit his lower lip. It seemed as if time had slowed and Trowa watched as Quatre released his lip, the impression left in his pale pink skin made Trowa tingle. Averting his eyes from the sensual sight, Trowa accepted the drink offered to him by Wufei. Wufei kindly ignored the scene recently displayed before him.
"Thank you."
"Well," Quatre finally voiced, ignorant of Trowa's infatuation, "we're not soldiers anymore. So, that excuse doesn't work anymore. Maybe we should talk with him."
Trowa narrowed his eyes at his kindred companion. There was no way in hell, quite literally, that Heero would join them in their get-togethers that occurred every few months. Wufei had barely wanted to attend, but two years of loud, overly friendly voice mails from Duo and Wufei agreed. Officially, Wufei said that it was nice to reminisce with old allies about their days in the battle field. Unofficially, Sally Po had mentioned that his true reason was due to the fact that his mailbox was never filled with the important messages, only Duo's audacious ones. Sally had laughed when she reported hearing Wufei's choice of swear words when he walked into an important Prevent meeting absurdly late because he had not received the message about its scheduling.
Trowa assumed that that had been the reason why Wufei had initiated a gathering not long after and challenged Duo to a drinking match. The oblivious Duo accepted and unknowingly drank shot after shot of liquor, while Wufei matched him with shots of water. Seeing Duo completely wasted incited roaring laughter from Wufei. He claimed days later in a voice mail that Duo had insulted just about everyone on the flight back to his respective colony due to a hellish lingering hangover. Trowa wasn't sure if Wufei heard that from Hilde or from Duo. Duo hadn't touched liquor since the incident and even went as far as to bring private water with him to the hotels they sometimes unified in.
"Maybe," Wufei added as he passed over a suspicious looking Duo and handed Quatre a glass of some fruity mixed drink. "We should trick him into coming to the earth where Relena is staying. I know Une wouldn't mind if we fabricated some evidence of a rebel uprising or a sniper. It has to be something believable or Heero will try to leave it to one of us. Of course, none of us will be available to aid him or grant him a favor."
Wufei returned to the bar and sat on a brown leather covered barstool. The lounge in Quatre's condo was pleasant Trowa noticed as he tried to gather his thoughts around the topic at hand instead of the man seated to his right. A thought struck Trowa in the comfortable silence that the other former Gundam pilots had sunken into, "Has anyone ever researched Heero's past? He was trained by Doctor. J, right?"
"Duo?" Quatre stared at Duo and Trowa turned to acknowledge his comrade's hesitant posture. Duo was seated across from Quatre and Trowa, Wufei was situated at the bar which faced the entrance to their dark lair and the empty leather armchair in front of it. If Heero had been present, he would have been sitting right there.
"He was trained by Dekim Barton. Doctor J left behind some notes in a secret laboratory that he had been operating out of when we first went to the earth, when he was sending missions to Heero to complete."
"What made you want to go there?" Wufei asked pointedly. He was blatantly ignoring the fact that Duo hadn't asked Heero himself for the personal details.
Duo shrugged swigging down some his bottled water. He eyed Wufei quietly and swallowed slowly. "Hilde and I got to talking one day and Heero came up. We were at dinner and wanted to know more about him. So, I started digging and the lab came up in an old -and may I mention forgotten- report made when OZ captured the old man in After Colony One Nine Five."
"A woman made you do all that researching?" Wufei questioned. He didn't sound convinced.
Erupting in a loud undignified sigh, Duo gave in, "Fine, I was curious too. Happy?"
"What else did you find out?" Quatre leaned forward truly interested in Duo's secret discovery.
Duo shook his head and set his drink among the forgotten drinks of Quatre and Trowa. "Nothing good. Other than your average training of a fourteen year old boy. They only had year of training, although Doctor J noted that Heero had had other training before Dekim found him. He also made personal notes, like the fact that Heero displayed remorse at the sight of dead civilians. Hell, one note even said how Dekim had him shot a prisoner and then the bastard left Heero in the room with the corpse for a few days. Doctor J didn't bother to note how many days Heero roomed with the guy.
If that isn't freaky enough, Doctor J mentioned how he and Dekim argued constantly about whether it was right for them to quote 'steal Heero's humanity.' Besides that none of the information gave away Heero's given name. His code name was christened just a few moments before he took off for the earth like the rest of us. Oh," Duo recalled suddenly, "there was something about a little girl and her dog. They were victims of Heero's assault on some colony oppressed by the Alliance right before Dekim got his hands on Heero."
Wufei stirred his drink loudly, gaining the attention of the whole room. Rolling his eyes from right to left slyly, Wufei began speaking, "When I decided that what I was doing, following Mariemaia, was no longer right, Heero asked why he continued to kill a little girl with her dog. He specifically wanted know how many times he had to kill her before he could stop."
"Stop what?" Quatre asked, in a desperate tone.
Wufei took his time and raised his glass to his lips. When he finally placed it back on the counter behind him, he answered, "Stop fighting."
Silence resumed and before the night was over a plan was hatched. Trowa made sure to ask Duo for the data he had obtained from Doctor J's old laboratory on Heero. Duo was not surprised when Quatre and Wufei asked for duplicate copies of the same information.
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