Chapter One: The Beginning
Heero woke up that morning with a splitting headache, a taste of his own blood, and a body screaming in pain.
'What happened to me last night? ,' he thought to himself as he tired to focus his eyes on the clock it was 12:36PM. Heero tried to remember the events of last night. 'Did Oz do this to me? ,' the enraging thought went through his head. 'No...'
Heero sat up slowly, his body protesting. No one else was in the room. He looked around, and saw that he was in Quatre's mansion. There was a quick rap on the door, followed by a quiet, worry-filled voice. "Heero, are you up yet?" Heero grumbled a "come in," and Quatre came in, his face pinched with worry, "Are you feeling any better?" Quatre said, standing near his bed. "I feel like shit. What happened last night?" Quatre looked down, shifting his weight. "We don't know " he was swiftly cut off by Heero, "We?" "The others and I. Wufei's the one who found you."
"And?" he asked, a questionable look in his eyes. Quatre bit his lower lip, "Wufei said that he found you in a forest near an Oz base; you had your gun in your hand, but it was empty. We think you were attacked..." he handed Heero a mirror. He looked at himself he had a gash on his neck, like some wild animal took a chunk out of it, and his body was full of lacerations and claw marks. "We think that a wild dog attacked you..." "No, these bite marks are too big, even for a dog..." Heero slightly touched his neck wound, and winced his wounds were still fresh enough to hurt when touched.
He looked at the bed; the sheets were stained crimson from his blood. "So, what are your plans for today, Heero?" He slowly turned his gaze to Quatre. "How long have I been out, Quatre?" "About a week now..." Heero shook his head in slight disgust with himself. "I want to find the... the thing that attacked me." "Well, at least rest first... you were bleeding very badly last night... " Quatre said, pausing at the doorway. "Heero?" "Hn." "Are you hungry?" He nodded, "A bowl of rice will do." Quatre shut the door and went downstairs into the kitchen.
Heero laid back down, staring at the ceiling. 'How`d I get from some Oz base to here? What kind of animal could've done this to me? ,' thought Heero, trying to recall what happened. 'Why was Wufei in the forest... ?'
Quatre was walking up the stairs to Heero's room, a bowl of rice in his hands, when he heard another person talking to Heero; it sounded like a tense subject. He paused by the door, tending to eavesdrop. " were you in the forest, Wufei?" "I was... training." Quatre pressed his ear up against the door as their voices lowered. " well at least I was there to save your sorry ass!" Wufei said, raising his voice at Heero. Then he opened the door, causing Quatre to stumble in. Heero glared at them both, and Wufei stomped out of the room. Quatre slowly walked to Heero's bed and placed the tray and bowl of rice on his lap. "You know, you should thank Wufei for saving you... " "I'll thank him when I find a reason why." he said, picking up the chopsticks. "Well, I'll be off then," said Quatre, heading for the exit, "`Cause, you know, I gotta do stuff, like cleaning... and stuff... " he smiled nervously, closing the door, leaving Heero to eat his rice.
Heero woke up that morning with a splitting headache, a taste of his own blood, and a body screaming in pain.
'What happened to me last night? ,' he thought to himself as he tired to focus his eyes on the clock it was 12:36PM. Heero tried to remember the events of last night. 'Did Oz do this to me? ,' the enraging thought went through his head. 'No...'
Heero sat up slowly, his body protesting. No one else was in the room. He looked around, and saw that he was in Quatre's mansion. There was a quick rap on the door, followed by a quiet, worry-filled voice. "Heero, are you up yet?" Heero grumbled a "come in," and Quatre came in, his face pinched with worry, "Are you feeling any better?" Quatre said, standing near his bed. "I feel like shit. What happened last night?" Quatre looked down, shifting his weight. "We don't know " he was swiftly cut off by Heero, "We?" "The others and I. Wufei's the one who found you."
"And?" he asked, a questionable look in his eyes. Quatre bit his lower lip, "Wufei said that he found you in a forest near an Oz base; you had your gun in your hand, but it was empty. We think you were attacked..." he handed Heero a mirror. He looked at himself he had a gash on his neck, like some wild animal took a chunk out of it, and his body was full of lacerations and claw marks. "We think that a wild dog attacked you..." "No, these bite marks are too big, even for a dog..." Heero slightly touched his neck wound, and winced his wounds were still fresh enough to hurt when touched.
He looked at the bed; the sheets were stained crimson from his blood. "So, what are your plans for today, Heero?" He slowly turned his gaze to Quatre. "How long have I been out, Quatre?" "About a week now..." Heero shook his head in slight disgust with himself. "I want to find the... the thing that attacked me." "Well, at least rest first... you were bleeding very badly last night... " Quatre said, pausing at the doorway. "Heero?" "Hn." "Are you hungry?" He nodded, "A bowl of rice will do." Quatre shut the door and went downstairs into the kitchen.
Heero laid back down, staring at the ceiling. 'How`d I get from some Oz base to here? What kind of animal could've done this to me? ,' thought Heero, trying to recall what happened. 'Why was Wufei in the forest... ?'
Quatre was walking up the stairs to Heero's room, a bowl of rice in his hands, when he heard another person talking to Heero; it sounded like a tense subject. He paused by the door, tending to eavesdrop. " were you in the forest, Wufei?" "I was... training." Quatre pressed his ear up against the door as their voices lowered. " well at least I was there to save your sorry ass!" Wufei said, raising his voice at Heero. Then he opened the door, causing Quatre to stumble in. Heero glared at them both, and Wufei stomped out of the room. Quatre slowly walked to Heero's bed and placed the tray and bowl of rice on his lap. "You know, you should thank Wufei for saving you... " "I'll thank him when I find a reason why." he said, picking up the chopsticks. "Well, I'll be off then," said Quatre, heading for the exit, "`Cause, you know, I gotta do stuff, like cleaning... and stuff... " he smiled nervously, closing the door, leaving Heero to eat his rice.