Reviving the Numb
By: Opal Soul
Disclaimer: Do you *think* I'm talented enough to own Gundam Wing?
Cold darkness.
His skin rebelled against the damp coldness of his surroundings, raising goosebumps. His mind fought the urge to rub his bare arms and shiver . . . he was the great Gundam pilot, and just because he was in a sleeveless green top and black stretch shorts was no reason for weakness. Heero crossed his arms against his chest, warding away the cold.
Numbness.
He'd adapted to this world of coldness and discord, growing numb to everything. His smooth muscles were covered with equally smooth skin, freezing to the touch and unyielding to the fist. He walked alone, always alone, eyes focused ahead on his goal and himself shielded from everything but his sense of mission. He shut his ears to the screams of pain from enemies; he closed his eyes to the neverending streams of blood; he sealed his sensitive nose to the stench of corruption and war.
Thundering waterfall.
Shading trees.
Nodding flowers.
Laughing friends. If you can call them that, Heero thought cynically.
In his mind's eye, he could almost picture them . . . they would be seated peacefully on the grass, finally on a break from their mission. "All this peace is enough to make a man want to shoot someone!" Wufei would complain.
Heero's mouth almost twitched upward in a smile. Leave it up to Wufei to say something contradictory like that, he thought cynically.
Quatre would try to soothe Wufei, despite the Chinese pilot's loud proclamations, "Don't touch me, wuss boy!"
Duo would sneak behind the blond and throw him into the lake . . . and then they would finally laugh, all of them-- it was a sense of relief, and the tension would flee from the scene, something they could never afford to do anywhere else . . .
Reality.
Heero's eyes hardened. No weakness.
But the sun was beaming, the birds were singing, and the sky was twinkling with beautifully winking stars . . . and resting on Heero's chiseled, set face was a hesitant smile. A tingling started in his numb fingers.
~~~*~~~*@ @*~~~*~~~
Copyrighted/Written: December 22, 2000
Hmm. I don't like it. I was trying to portray Heero as a deep character, because he is. I honestly don't know why people can't accept that he does have feelings. "OOC!" they scream in their e-mails. Umm, yes . . . but don't they think he's human? Does the series take you into his mind, into his psychology? This is my take on Heero: he's cold, but only because he's grown accustomed to horror; if somebody would take long enough to search, he's a hurting boy with as much poetic appreciation as the next guy. But there's always the problem of weakness. *sighs* Any flames, comments, and suggestions are welcome at spots_goil@juno.com OR Dariens_Bunny@sailormoon.com. However, if you flame me with "OOC!", I'll just laugh.
Thanks to: my wonderful spell-check.
"If I am a jewel, as a dear friend once flirtatiously dubbed me, I am an opal. Fiery ice swirling in the milk-white of innocence. Passion and compassion. Myself to the core." Surprisingly enough, I wrote that. It's just to clarify any questions on my strange pen-name.
By: Opal Soul
Disclaimer: Do you *think* I'm talented enough to own Gundam Wing?
Cold darkness.
His skin rebelled against the damp coldness of his surroundings, raising goosebumps. His mind fought the urge to rub his bare arms and shiver . . . he was the great Gundam pilot, and just because he was in a sleeveless green top and black stretch shorts was no reason for weakness. Heero crossed his arms against his chest, warding away the cold.
Numbness.
He'd adapted to this world of coldness and discord, growing numb to everything. His smooth muscles were covered with equally smooth skin, freezing to the touch and unyielding to the fist. He walked alone, always alone, eyes focused ahead on his goal and himself shielded from everything but his sense of mission. He shut his ears to the screams of pain from enemies; he closed his eyes to the neverending streams of blood; he sealed his sensitive nose to the stench of corruption and war.
Thundering waterfall.
Shading trees.
Nodding flowers.
Laughing friends. If you can call them that, Heero thought cynically.
In his mind's eye, he could almost picture them . . . they would be seated peacefully on the grass, finally on a break from their mission. "All this peace is enough to make a man want to shoot someone!" Wufei would complain.
Heero's mouth almost twitched upward in a smile. Leave it up to Wufei to say something contradictory like that, he thought cynically.
Quatre would try to soothe Wufei, despite the Chinese pilot's loud proclamations, "Don't touch me, wuss boy!"
Duo would sneak behind the blond and throw him into the lake . . . and then they would finally laugh, all of them-- it was a sense of relief, and the tension would flee from the scene, something they could never afford to do anywhere else . . .
Reality.
Heero's eyes hardened. No weakness.
But the sun was beaming, the birds were singing, and the sky was twinkling with beautifully winking stars . . . and resting on Heero's chiseled, set face was a hesitant smile. A tingling started in his numb fingers.
~~~*~~~*@ @*~~~*~~~
Copyrighted/Written: December 22, 2000
Hmm. I don't like it. I was trying to portray Heero as a deep character, because he is. I honestly don't know why people can't accept that he does have feelings. "OOC!" they scream in their e-mails. Umm, yes . . . but don't they think he's human? Does the series take you into his mind, into his psychology? This is my take on Heero: he's cold, but only because he's grown accustomed to horror; if somebody would take long enough to search, he's a hurting boy with as much poetic appreciation as the next guy. But there's always the problem of weakness. *sighs* Any flames, comments, and suggestions are welcome at spots_goil@juno.com OR Dariens_Bunny@sailormoon.com. However, if you flame me with "OOC!", I'll just laugh.
Thanks to: my wonderful spell-check.
"If I am a jewel, as a dear friend once flirtatiously dubbed me, I am an opal. Fiery ice swirling in the milk-white of innocence. Passion and compassion. Myself to the core." Surprisingly enough, I wrote that. It's just to clarify any questions on my strange pen-name.