Sibling Rivalry
Disclaimer: I don't own Heero Yuy of Gundam Wing, I just like writing about them so please don't get angry.
Heero Yuy jumped from the cockpit of the Wing Zero, staring at the fallen old Gundam named Arkcraft. He moved closer to it, a dark shadow in his cold, Prussian blue eyes. He jumped upon the fallen Gundam like a wild cat on it's prey. Smashing the controls in frustration, he pried open the door to the cockpit himself. Heero didn't even pause before pulling the body from the Gundam and tossing the light, lithe body over his shoulder, and jumping away as the cockpit burst into flames. He returned to the feet of his own Gundam, dropping his semi-conscious opponent to the ground. Heero looked back for a moment, watching the other Gundam burn, before settling down next to the pilot's body. He finally looked over at the pilot, rolling whoever they were on to their back. He closed his eyes, groaning inwardly and looked away once he had seen the female, carbon copy face of himself.
"Damn it Noa," he cursed out coldly as he looked back to her face, his cold eyes meeting even colder Prussian blue eyes. Blood dribbled from a cut on the girl's lip down the corner of her frowning mouth. To a common observer of the two in the fading sunlight, the only difference, other then their sex, between the two was the color of their hair. The boy's was a rich, dark brown while the girl's was lighter, and more of a deep chestnut. She sat up slowly, clutching her injured side as she did. Blood slipped through her fingers, staining her shirt, yet she remained dangerously quiet. Heero sat there, waiting for the girl to admit defeat. She never would, and neither would he. Both would fight to the death. Too much alike in some ways, and yet in others they were the opposite. Heero looked over at her, realizing just how much she had grown. Two years, only two years younger then him. She was young still, only fourteen at the most he guessed, but the red blood that was slipping to the ground from the wound, was the same that was coursing through his veins as well. The silence was broken by her low, cold voice.
"I will kill you, Heero Yuy," she growled at last, her voice as dark and serious as his. Heero didn't even look at Noa. She'd been telling him that for years, and every time they battled he defeated her ,then saved her scrawny ass from the wreckage of her spit and glue Gundam . That too had gone on for years. He didn't even know why he even tried anymore. Probably because he saw too much of himself in those sapphire orbs that were now burning into his back from under her wicked glare.
"Your left shoulder's dislocated. That gun you have is too heavy for you to handle on your Gundam," he commented, pointing out her newest flaw. He felt her move closer, like always. And as the years before, he set her arm back for her, not a cry of pain, a wince, or even and twitch coming from her. The 'thank you' and the 'your welcome' was exchanged silently between the rival siblings.
"You've gotten lighter, Noa," he said as he looked back at her. She didn't say anything as she started to bandage up her wounded ribs. "Won't help you any in our next battle. If you keep getting thinner, the next time we fight, you'll break after the first blow." That was about as close as he got to worrying about her health. He eyed her again, still taken by her age. She had grown so much since then. She had to be about 5'3", just a little shorter then him. She was lithe and a little to far on the thin side, but agile and quick. She looked like a gymnast or a dancer. Her hair was cropped short, boyishly almost. He smirked inwardly. He'd been the one to do that to her. He'd cut off her long, beautiful red braid after it got caught the last time he tried to get her out of that broken down scrap of metal. It suited her better short like that. Long hair looked fancy and nice on her, but the short hair was more harsh, like her. Her side wound wasn't that bad, just enough she was too weak to attack him and try to kill him. Didn't matter, he thought as he watched her out of the corner of his eye, This time, the time of silence when she was bandaging herself up, and sometimes even him, was the only real time he got with her. He wondered which one of his parents they took after. All he knew is that both his mother and father had blue eyes, simple rule of genetics. He really didn't remember home, it was just a blurry flash of memories like faded black and white photographs. He remembered Noa clearly though. He remembered her face, because it was his face too.
"It's best this way, Heero. To die at our own sibling's hands then another's. That way there's no debt for the other to carry on, no revenge for us to worry over," she murmured softly , making him look at her oddly. He saw something deep in her eyes, something new and frightening. Want, if he could put a name to it. The want to be loved by her brother, the want for him to be her family like when they were children, to prove herself his equal. The undying want to make him proud. It struck him deep inside just why she had ended up like this, like him. She was trying to show him she was his sister and equal and willing to die if that's what it took. He looked away, a warm feeling filling an emptiness deep inside of him. He stood up then, his face turned so she could see his profile in the dieing sunlight.
"I will kill you, Noa, when the battle is fair," he swore in his normal chilled voice.
"You'll die first," she bit back at him, as she rose, her voice as cold and menacing as his. He turned his face away from her, hiding a smile of pride.
Until then little sister, until then.