A/N: I do not own any part of Gundam Wing
A "*" represents thoughts.
Rude Awakenings: Chapter One - Each Day A Part Of Me Disappears
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"Heero? Hee-roooo...? Wake up, dammit!" laughed a short, brown haired boy.
With a grunt, Heero sat up and shook his head, as if waking himself up. He looked over to the boy and smiled a little.
"So...do you have today's schedule?" he asked, yawning.
"Yessir!" shouted the little boy with glee. "Today, you'll be doing the attic, and I'll be doing the basement! Daddy wants it done by noon, so we should start now!"
"What time is it, Kauji?"
"It's four!"
"Four?" Heero asked, yawning. "Only four?"
"Yeah, the time changed back an hour, so it feels like it's five."
"Sure does...thank you for waking me," Heero said, and affectionately ruffled Kauji's brown hair.
*Better get it done...dad gets home at noon...*
Heero walked down the hall and over to the attic. He pulled down the latter and climbed up the creeky stairs and up into the dusty, dark room. He pulled a chain and the small yellow light lit up the room.
*Where should I start...?*
He walked over, and started gathering things to put in different boxes. He labeled each one carefully once he was done filling them with certain things. He coughed loudly occasionally, because there was so much dust in the musky room.
*How long has it been since I've been up here?*
He then recalled the time three months ago, when he had first moved in with this family. That was when he first cleaned this attic. He sighed.
*How could it be this dirty all ready?*
Once he was done re-arranging the boxes and stacking them orderly, he began dusting and sweeping. Once he was done with this, he wiped sweat off of his exhausted forehead and went down the creeky stairs and entered the kitchen.
"Good morning, Heero," chimed his foster mother, Shannon.
"Hi..." he said, and collapsed into a chair.
"Busy working?"
"Yeah..."
"Where's Kauji?"
"He said he had to do the basement..."
"Oh, that's right...your father needed it done."
"Yeah..."
"Heero?" his mother asked with a hint of concern, "are you okay?"
"Yeah..."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah..."
"Are you hungry?"
"No..."
"Are you sure?"
"Jesus, there's nothing wrong!" he shouted, and turned away from her.
"Don't speak to your mother like that!" shouted a tall man with short black hair.
"S...sorry, sir...I d..didn't realize you were...were home already..." Heero managed to stammer out.
"Yeah, I'm sure you didn't..." he said, setting his breifcase down and sitting at the table.
"How was your night?" asked Shannon, handing her husband, Kiri, some coffee.
"It was okay..." he started, sipping his coffee, then turned to Heero. "Is the attic done?"
"Yes, sir..."
"Where's Kauji?"
"St...still cleaning, I guess."
"What?" he shouted, coming to a stand, "I told him to have it done by noon!! NOON!"
"But Kiri, it's only nine..." his wife started, before seeing the anger swell up in his face.
Kiri stormed down the stairs, with Heero at his heals, and Shannon following close behind.
"Kauji, I told you to have it done by the time I got home!!"
"But...but daddy, I'm almost finished!" he cried back, hiding behind a box.
"Just leave him alone," Heero said calmly, but aggressively.
"Stay out of this..." his father said, not even turning, "it's none of your business..."
"But it is..." Heero replied.
"Fine, Heero, let's see how YOU did..." he said, and stomped up the stairs and went up to the attic, where again, Heero was at his heals.
"You call this CLEAN, Yuy?!" his father yelled, turning to him.
"Ye...yes sir...I call this clean. At least it's clean compared to--" Heero started, when he was cut off by a white hot blow in the cheek. Heero stumbled backwards and fell out of the attic, and onto the floor. His father walked into the livingroom angrily as he layed there, shaking.
"Heero..." Kauji asked, his eyes shining with tears, "are you okay?"
"I'm fine, Kauji..."
"Heero, come here..." his mother said, walking over to her room. "I've got some more cover-up for you..."
"I don't need it..." he started, pulling a coat on. "I'll never need it again..."
"But Heero..."
"I'm through with covering everything that happens to me, and I'm not going to do it ever again..." he said, and with that walked out the back door.
*I'll never need anything again but myself...*
His mind then wandered to what had happened two summers ago. He shook his head as if trying to clear those thoughts from his mind.
*Let's just concentrate on where I'm going...*
He walked into a small cafe, and out of the cold winter weather.
*Where AM I going?* he thought solemnly as he ordered his cup of coffee.
A "*" represents thoughts.
Rude Awakenings: Chapter One - Each Day A Part Of Me Disappears
******************************************************
"Heero? Hee-roooo...? Wake up, dammit!" laughed a short, brown haired boy.
With a grunt, Heero sat up and shook his head, as if waking himself up. He looked over to the boy and smiled a little.
"So...do you have today's schedule?" he asked, yawning.
"Yessir!" shouted the little boy with glee. "Today, you'll be doing the attic, and I'll be doing the basement! Daddy wants it done by noon, so we should start now!"
"What time is it, Kauji?"
"It's four!"
"Four?" Heero asked, yawning. "Only four?"
"Yeah, the time changed back an hour, so it feels like it's five."
"Sure does...thank you for waking me," Heero said, and affectionately ruffled Kauji's brown hair.
*Better get it done...dad gets home at noon...*
Heero walked down the hall and over to the attic. He pulled down the latter and climbed up the creeky stairs and up into the dusty, dark room. He pulled a chain and the small yellow light lit up the room.
*Where should I start...?*
He walked over, and started gathering things to put in different boxes. He labeled each one carefully once he was done filling them with certain things. He coughed loudly occasionally, because there was so much dust in the musky room.
*How long has it been since I've been up here?*
He then recalled the time three months ago, when he had first moved in with this family. That was when he first cleaned this attic. He sighed.
*How could it be this dirty all ready?*
Once he was done re-arranging the boxes and stacking them orderly, he began dusting and sweeping. Once he was done with this, he wiped sweat off of his exhausted forehead and went down the creeky stairs and entered the kitchen.
"Good morning, Heero," chimed his foster mother, Shannon.
"Hi..." he said, and collapsed into a chair.
"Busy working?"
"Yeah..."
"Where's Kauji?"
"He said he had to do the basement..."
"Oh, that's right...your father needed it done."
"Yeah..."
"Heero?" his mother asked with a hint of concern, "are you okay?"
"Yeah..."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah..."
"Are you hungry?"
"No..."
"Are you sure?"
"Jesus, there's nothing wrong!" he shouted, and turned away from her.
"Don't speak to your mother like that!" shouted a tall man with short black hair.
"S...sorry, sir...I d..didn't realize you were...were home already..." Heero managed to stammer out.
"Yeah, I'm sure you didn't..." he said, setting his breifcase down and sitting at the table.
"How was your night?" asked Shannon, handing her husband, Kiri, some coffee.
"It was okay..." he started, sipping his coffee, then turned to Heero. "Is the attic done?"
"Yes, sir..."
"Where's Kauji?"
"St...still cleaning, I guess."
"What?" he shouted, coming to a stand, "I told him to have it done by noon!! NOON!"
"But Kiri, it's only nine..." his wife started, before seeing the anger swell up in his face.
Kiri stormed down the stairs, with Heero at his heals, and Shannon following close behind.
"Kauji, I told you to have it done by the time I got home!!"
"But...but daddy, I'm almost finished!" he cried back, hiding behind a box.
"Just leave him alone," Heero said calmly, but aggressively.
"Stay out of this..." his father said, not even turning, "it's none of your business..."
"But it is..." Heero replied.
"Fine, Heero, let's see how YOU did..." he said, and stomped up the stairs and went up to the attic, where again, Heero was at his heals.
"You call this CLEAN, Yuy?!" his father yelled, turning to him.
"Ye...yes sir...I call this clean. At least it's clean compared to--" Heero started, when he was cut off by a white hot blow in the cheek. Heero stumbled backwards and fell out of the attic, and onto the floor. His father walked into the livingroom angrily as he layed there, shaking.
"Heero..." Kauji asked, his eyes shining with tears, "are you okay?"
"I'm fine, Kauji..."
"Heero, come here..." his mother said, walking over to her room. "I've got some more cover-up for you..."
"I don't need it..." he started, pulling a coat on. "I'll never need it again..."
"But Heero..."
"I'm through with covering everything that happens to me, and I'm not going to do it ever again..." he said, and with that walked out the back door.
*I'll never need anything again but myself...*
His mind then wandered to what had happened two summers ago. He shook his head as if trying to clear those thoughts from his mind.
*Let's just concentrate on where I'm going...*
He walked into a small cafe, and out of the cold winter weather.
*Where AM I going?* he thought solemnly as he ordered his cup of coffee.