Disclaimer: kay it starts out as a 1R .... cough but it will turn out as a 212... somehow... I DO NOT OWN GUNDAM WING!!!! and I don't own other things that I want... but we cant have everything... ;;;
Sheero: kay this one is gonna be quick! just for some kind of foundation!
Pyro: O.O nooo! No het! No het! cries
Prologue
The war was over ... finally.
We, the other Gundam pilots and I, had just docked at the resource satellite MO II. Taking off my space helmet, I sighed, it was good to breathe in fresh air. To my right the other Gundam pilots where each, in turn, ditching their Gundams. With all they're excited voices it was clear that they where ready for a party. True, the war was over, but haven't they thought about what is going to happen now?
Sighing again, I stand up and jump out of the cockpit for my Wing Zero. Upon landing on the metal ground I run my hands through my dark coarse brown hair. The idiots! I think to myself as I watch the other pilots run around in their pleasure, they're all so happy about their victory, cheering that the war was over. It's disgusting; the war is far from over. Why haven't they realized that?
"Heero!" a shrill feminine voice exclaimed.
I turn towards where the voice originated. It's her, Relena. Her blond hair is brushed out of her face by one of her delicate hands, showing once again her sparkling clear blue eyes. Smiling, she repeats herself, her voice never lacking in sweetness, "Heero. You're back. "
I just stare at her. She waited for me. Even though the war was over, and she could have just gone back to Earth, she waited here for me to come back. My negative thoughts left my mind, and I knew that she would never leave my side. For once I smiled back at her. It must have scared everyone else around me as I could hear Duo choke on something, but that didn't matter. Despite the other pilots idiocy I knew that she understood the hardships that Earth and the colonies where to face now.
A hand clasped my shoulder tightly. The movement shook me out of my trance and brought to the person who was now giving me an evil smile.
"So... you two are going steady now, eh Hee-chan?" the braided baka said to me. Smirking back at him I said in a quick sarcastic reply,"Why do you care?"
I didn't wait for his reply to that comment and jerked my arm out of his grasp, and proceeded to walk to the princess of Earth, Relena, who was waiting for me still with her kind smile.
Ch.1
It's been over three years since the war. I've married Relena and we are living 'happily' to the public eye. The engagement happened only a few months ago and the news was having a field day. Ex-Queen marries a Terrorist. Sheesh... You'd think that by now they would have realized that the Gundams weren't terrorists.
Right now I'm sitting in an empty room in the Sanq Kingdom, the same huge mansion that the Peacecraft's have always owned. Relena, despite keeping the name Dorilin, still owns everything in the Peacecraft name.
My expensive layered clothes feel alien against my skin. There are too many layers, and it is all rough cloth. I look just like a pacifist...
From my birds eye view of the town below I sit back and watch once again the day of these people. Parents getting up early and going to work in their cars, leaving their children behind to get themselves to school, only to get into huge traffic jams and ending up late anyways.
I shift my attention to the 'real' view that this place is supposed to have, the forested mountains and the ocean that laps at perfectly white shores. Scowling, I see even this view for what it really is; hills being dug up from this inside out for coal and gems, the oceans being polluted with all of mankind's waste. I'm surprised that there are any sea animals left alive at all. Everyone thinks that the sky here is supposed to be the most beautiful scene out of all the other locations on earth, but that 'beauty' that they see is all just dust and toxins in the air that gives off a colored glow in during the dawn and at sunset.
I'm such a fool. I think to myself as I sit here, watching the sun sink lower, being devoured by the rim of land and sea, allowing the 'stars' show themselves. There are no real stars anymore, from Earth's sight at least, with all the light pollution you can only see the five different colonies, Venus, and the now sickingly orange moon.
My so called 'wife' hasn't even spoken to me in person since our marriage. She is always out speaking, performing, to the people of Earth and the colonies. Everything she says and does is a lie. She says that weapons are gone, and yet I see children out on the streets with guns. She says that violence has gone down, and yet I see more police getting hired only to be shot down by criminals. She says that the war is over, and yet all I see is war, an underground war, a war that people can't stop, can only sit by and watch. No one dares to go out at night anymore, not even me, you can hear everything just fine from inside your house.
The screams of women and children, the screeching of wheels against the pavement, the gun fire...
It is times like this that I wonder what the others are doing, the other pilots. They may have been idiots but I know that they are fighting this war, something that I am 'forbidden' to do. My darling 'wife' says that as the 'husband' of a diplomat, I can't be going around and killing, even if it is killing of thugs who deserve the lead of a bullet.
I know that the other pilots don't have to sit around and do what others tell them to do. I suppose that is what hurts me the most. I close my eyes and visualize what the others are doing right now:
Wu Fei is out on the streets, threatening some thug that has information. Of course the guy isn't going to say anything for free, so the black haired Asian tightens his grip on the others throat. With a choke the thug agrees to tell him everything he knows.
Quatre would be at home hacking into databases while on a phone line to Trowa. They are always working together. The blond would be telling the other which way to go, where the guards are, and how to avoid them. Naturally, Quatre would be wearing his goggles that symbolize the presence of the Maginac along side him.
Trowa is using all of his learned skills from the circus to maneuver his way into a 'base'. One of the gang hideouts. All the while listening to what Quatre says. His oddly spiked hair would be getting in his way from time to time while he is doing one of his aerobatic flips. Soon he would find the boss and take him down easily.
And of course the idiot Duo.
Duo would be doing his own thing out there. He probably has joined in some resistance group that he is now leading admirably, sending out threats to gangs, bombing buildings, creating a large amount of the casualties that the TV news is always talking about. Hildie is along side him, gathering information, playing the decoy and undercover agent. But mainly I can see Duo out there living as Shinigami, being possessed by that thing of hell that turns him into the terrorist that he always will be.
They get to do everything that I long to do. I sigh and open my eyes again raking my hand through my now longer hair, its down to my shoulders and is constantly pulled back into a loose pony tail that resides at the base of my neck. I still have some slight bangs, but other than that I doubt anyone from the war would remember me as much as I remember them.
The video phone rings. I let it continue, not interested in who it is.
A message gets picked up and I hear who it is.
"Heero? Heero, darling? Are you there? Pick up if you are!" demands my loving 'wife'. Reluctantly I pick it up and see her stern face. Her hair is as long as it always has been, but her eyes where no longer loving and happy, they where replaced with determined and angry. Calmly I answer her, gazing at the picture of her that the phone creates, "Yes?"
"Good your there!" she says, her voice showing pretend joy, "My meeting with other pacifists is over. I just wanted to see how you where doing."
I just stare at her image and wonder where the joy I used to carry for her went. I do remember the times when I would be happy as long as she was. But I guess that I didn't know her well enough then. She always seemed so sweet and innocent. But now I see the real her, the one that wouldn't take 'no' for an answer, the one that would stop at nothing until she had what she wanted. What really changed though was the fact that she wouldn't wait for me. I would do anything she asked of me and yet, she did nothing for me in return, she didn't care about me. I don't know what I mean by 'wait for me' but ... she never does anymore. With an uninterested tone I respond, "Sure"
She frowns at that. "Heero... how many times have I told you to cut your hair?" she said if reference to my long locks that where pulled back. "You don't look like a gentleman. What will the press think?" she doesn't give me time to respond to her question, instead she replies for me. "They will think that I married some kind of hick! You need to look more presentable!" she said in a more than demanding tone.
I don't respond to her annoyed tone. She has told me this more than a million times. "Is there something you wanted, Relena?" I ask her in my normal stoic voice. She never calls for me. She calls for herself...
"Actually, I'm glad you asked," Relena says, flicking her hair over her left shoulder on the screen, "There have been more reports about fights in the colonies. I want you to have a press meeting with some reporters. You are to tell them that terrorist organizations are violating the war that you fought to end."
Like I said, she calls for herself. I think to myself. I nod in a symbol of acceptance of my mission. Relena looks at me for a moment longer, checking of my loyalty to her cause, before she hangs up the phone and leaves me here alone in the dark room with the war behind me.
She wants me to use my status as a Gundam pilot to help her! AGAIN! I think in rage towards myself. I cross the large room, back to the chair which I sat previously, and with only last look out of the window, close the thick black curtains and sit once again in the chair staring at nothing in the black void of the room.
Being here is emptier than space. I think idle to myself noticing how not a spec of light enters the closed off room.
Trying to give myself some kind of sanity I switch on the television with the remote at my side trying to tune out my thoughts and think towards the task that was at hand thanks to my 'loving' wife.
The television in the background plays of the 'top story' news, "Another bombing directed towards the pacifists of the earth sphere and colony delegates. Reports confirm that these attracts where indeed caused by the terrorists "Gott an Tod". We still..." my mind fades out and I block out what was said after that. Gott showed up a little while after the war was over and Relena the 'street war' began, according to the news, no one knows who is behind it as of yet.
Sighing 'plop' down in the chair and close my eyes faintly content with the black semi-silence. This is the little peace that I have ever had and yet... I can't stand it. Relena is nothing like I expected, she was supposed to wait, be the pacifist, the one that would keep me sane ... I guess everything changes with time.
I can still hear the gun shots from out side.
TBC
Sheero: wow... I really like this one...
Pyro: okay... it's getting better... needs more yaoi, yaoi and blood. Yes... defiantly more blood.
Heero: -.- gee.. Thanks...
Sheero: - remember this is for Pyro shinigami1 !!! Why? I don't know! Please review as I will give you all cookies!
Sheero: kay this one is gonna be quick! just for some kind of foundation!
Pyro: O.O nooo! No het! No het! cries
Prologue
The war was over ... finally.
We, the other Gundam pilots and I, had just docked at the resource satellite MO II. Taking off my space helmet, I sighed, it was good to breathe in fresh air. To my right the other Gundam pilots where each, in turn, ditching their Gundams. With all they're excited voices it was clear that they where ready for a party. True, the war was over, but haven't they thought about what is going to happen now?
Sighing again, I stand up and jump out of the cockpit for my Wing Zero. Upon landing on the metal ground I run my hands through my dark coarse brown hair. The idiots! I think to myself as I watch the other pilots run around in their pleasure, they're all so happy about their victory, cheering that the war was over. It's disgusting; the war is far from over. Why haven't they realized that?
"Heero!" a shrill feminine voice exclaimed.
I turn towards where the voice originated. It's her, Relena. Her blond hair is brushed out of her face by one of her delicate hands, showing once again her sparkling clear blue eyes. Smiling, she repeats herself, her voice never lacking in sweetness, "Heero. You're back. "
I just stare at her. She waited for me. Even though the war was over, and she could have just gone back to Earth, she waited here for me to come back. My negative thoughts left my mind, and I knew that she would never leave my side. For once I smiled back at her. It must have scared everyone else around me as I could hear Duo choke on something, but that didn't matter. Despite the other pilots idiocy I knew that she understood the hardships that Earth and the colonies where to face now.
A hand clasped my shoulder tightly. The movement shook me out of my trance and brought to the person who was now giving me an evil smile.
"So... you two are going steady now, eh Hee-chan?" the braided baka said to me. Smirking back at him I said in a quick sarcastic reply,"Why do you care?"
I didn't wait for his reply to that comment and jerked my arm out of his grasp, and proceeded to walk to the princess of Earth, Relena, who was waiting for me still with her kind smile.
Ch.1
It's been over three years since the war. I've married Relena and we are living 'happily' to the public eye. The engagement happened only a few months ago and the news was having a field day. Ex-Queen marries a Terrorist. Sheesh... You'd think that by now they would have realized that the Gundams weren't terrorists.
Right now I'm sitting in an empty room in the Sanq Kingdom, the same huge mansion that the Peacecraft's have always owned. Relena, despite keeping the name Dorilin, still owns everything in the Peacecraft name.
My expensive layered clothes feel alien against my skin. There are too many layers, and it is all rough cloth. I look just like a pacifist...
From my birds eye view of the town below I sit back and watch once again the day of these people. Parents getting up early and going to work in their cars, leaving their children behind to get themselves to school, only to get into huge traffic jams and ending up late anyways.
I shift my attention to the 'real' view that this place is supposed to have, the forested mountains and the ocean that laps at perfectly white shores. Scowling, I see even this view for what it really is; hills being dug up from this inside out for coal and gems, the oceans being polluted with all of mankind's waste. I'm surprised that there are any sea animals left alive at all. Everyone thinks that the sky here is supposed to be the most beautiful scene out of all the other locations on earth, but that 'beauty' that they see is all just dust and toxins in the air that gives off a colored glow in during the dawn and at sunset.
I'm such a fool. I think to myself as I sit here, watching the sun sink lower, being devoured by the rim of land and sea, allowing the 'stars' show themselves. There are no real stars anymore, from Earth's sight at least, with all the light pollution you can only see the five different colonies, Venus, and the now sickingly orange moon.
My so called 'wife' hasn't even spoken to me in person since our marriage. She is always out speaking, performing, to the people of Earth and the colonies. Everything she says and does is a lie. She says that weapons are gone, and yet I see children out on the streets with guns. She says that violence has gone down, and yet I see more police getting hired only to be shot down by criminals. She says that the war is over, and yet all I see is war, an underground war, a war that people can't stop, can only sit by and watch. No one dares to go out at night anymore, not even me, you can hear everything just fine from inside your house.
The screams of women and children, the screeching of wheels against the pavement, the gun fire...
It is times like this that I wonder what the others are doing, the other pilots. They may have been idiots but I know that they are fighting this war, something that I am 'forbidden' to do. My darling 'wife' says that as the 'husband' of a diplomat, I can't be going around and killing, even if it is killing of thugs who deserve the lead of a bullet.
I know that the other pilots don't have to sit around and do what others tell them to do. I suppose that is what hurts me the most. I close my eyes and visualize what the others are doing right now:
Wu Fei is out on the streets, threatening some thug that has information. Of course the guy isn't going to say anything for free, so the black haired Asian tightens his grip on the others throat. With a choke the thug agrees to tell him everything he knows.
Quatre would be at home hacking into databases while on a phone line to Trowa. They are always working together. The blond would be telling the other which way to go, where the guards are, and how to avoid them. Naturally, Quatre would be wearing his goggles that symbolize the presence of the Maginac along side him.
Trowa is using all of his learned skills from the circus to maneuver his way into a 'base'. One of the gang hideouts. All the while listening to what Quatre says. His oddly spiked hair would be getting in his way from time to time while he is doing one of his aerobatic flips. Soon he would find the boss and take him down easily.
And of course the idiot Duo.
Duo would be doing his own thing out there. He probably has joined in some resistance group that he is now leading admirably, sending out threats to gangs, bombing buildings, creating a large amount of the casualties that the TV news is always talking about. Hildie is along side him, gathering information, playing the decoy and undercover agent. But mainly I can see Duo out there living as Shinigami, being possessed by that thing of hell that turns him into the terrorist that he always will be.
They get to do everything that I long to do. I sigh and open my eyes again raking my hand through my now longer hair, its down to my shoulders and is constantly pulled back into a loose pony tail that resides at the base of my neck. I still have some slight bangs, but other than that I doubt anyone from the war would remember me as much as I remember them.
The video phone rings. I let it continue, not interested in who it is.
A message gets picked up and I hear who it is.
"Heero? Heero, darling? Are you there? Pick up if you are!" demands my loving 'wife'. Reluctantly I pick it up and see her stern face. Her hair is as long as it always has been, but her eyes where no longer loving and happy, they where replaced with determined and angry. Calmly I answer her, gazing at the picture of her that the phone creates, "Yes?"
"Good your there!" she says, her voice showing pretend joy, "My meeting with other pacifists is over. I just wanted to see how you where doing."
I just stare at her image and wonder where the joy I used to carry for her went. I do remember the times when I would be happy as long as she was. But I guess that I didn't know her well enough then. She always seemed so sweet and innocent. But now I see the real her, the one that wouldn't take 'no' for an answer, the one that would stop at nothing until she had what she wanted. What really changed though was the fact that she wouldn't wait for me. I would do anything she asked of me and yet, she did nothing for me in return, she didn't care about me. I don't know what I mean by 'wait for me' but ... she never does anymore. With an uninterested tone I respond, "Sure"
She frowns at that. "Heero... how many times have I told you to cut your hair?" she said if reference to my long locks that where pulled back. "You don't look like a gentleman. What will the press think?" she doesn't give me time to respond to her question, instead she replies for me. "They will think that I married some kind of hick! You need to look more presentable!" she said in a more than demanding tone.
I don't respond to her annoyed tone. She has told me this more than a million times. "Is there something you wanted, Relena?" I ask her in my normal stoic voice. She never calls for me. She calls for herself...
"Actually, I'm glad you asked," Relena says, flicking her hair over her left shoulder on the screen, "There have been more reports about fights in the colonies. I want you to have a press meeting with some reporters. You are to tell them that terrorist organizations are violating the war that you fought to end."
Like I said, she calls for herself. I think to myself. I nod in a symbol of acceptance of my mission. Relena looks at me for a moment longer, checking of my loyalty to her cause, before she hangs up the phone and leaves me here alone in the dark room with the war behind me.
She wants me to use my status as a Gundam pilot to help her! AGAIN! I think in rage towards myself. I cross the large room, back to the chair which I sat previously, and with only last look out of the window, close the thick black curtains and sit once again in the chair staring at nothing in the black void of the room.
Being here is emptier than space. I think idle to myself noticing how not a spec of light enters the closed off room.
Trying to give myself some kind of sanity I switch on the television with the remote at my side trying to tune out my thoughts and think towards the task that was at hand thanks to my 'loving' wife.
The television in the background plays of the 'top story' news, "Another bombing directed towards the pacifists of the earth sphere and colony delegates. Reports confirm that these attracts where indeed caused by the terrorists "Gott an Tod". We still..." my mind fades out and I block out what was said after that. Gott showed up a little while after the war was over and Relena the 'street war' began, according to the news, no one knows who is behind it as of yet.
Sighing 'plop' down in the chair and close my eyes faintly content with the black semi-silence. This is the little peace that I have ever had and yet... I can't stand it. Relena is nothing like I expected, she was supposed to wait, be the pacifist, the one that would keep me sane ... I guess everything changes with time.
I can still hear the gun shots from out side.
TBC
Sheero: wow... I really like this one...
Pyro: okay... it's getting better... needs more yaoi, yaoi and blood. Yes... defiantly more blood.
Heero: -.- gee.. Thanks...
Sheero: - remember this is for Pyro shinigami1 !!! Why? I don't know! Please review as I will give you all cookies!