Disclaimers: Two words: NOT MINE!
The only thing I own is my pair of eyes (and ears), which I used to watch G- wing series and Endless Waltz.
Sorry, similarities with other fics are unintentional, because the only G- wing fics I've read so far are just Yume Maxwell-Yuy's and Elle-FaTe2x1's.
I dedicate this fic to Elle-FaTe2x1 and Yume Maxwell-Yuy! *heart* You two!!! It's all because of you that I got into this! So, for the really nice and inspiring fics that I've read from you. . . this is my revenge! XD
Warnings: Um, yaoi? Heero-angst? Ignored Relena? What else. . . Oh, yeah, a mischievous Duo. . . I think. I'm also going to make some (if not a LOT) of the stuff up, since it's been quite a long time since I've watched the anime. That's pretty much it.
This is just a vain attempt to write on Heero's POV, so if he goes OOC. . . flying tomatoes will be much appreciated. Just make sure they're soft. (And still edible @_@)
And now I present to you. . .
"Fallen"
Prologue
December. . . it's been almost a year now since the war ended, and it's been quite. . . peaceful. Yes, that's how I'll describe everything around me now. Such a wonderful word, isn't it? Especially if you're one of those who worked so hard so that it'll be back to the people's vocabulary again. And now, they just move on, happy and contented. . . but also trying their best to maintain their quiet and war-free society. So, I guess everyone is settled, enjoying the serenity of their lives now. Everyone. . . except me.
It's a cold afternoon, and the snow is beginning to fall. I'm sure tonight will be another freezing night. Right, remind me to bring a bigger, and ~thicker~ coat next time. All I have now is my lousy excuse for a jacket. You know, that denim one I'm so fond of wearing. Not even warm enough to stop my shivering. But that doesn't stop me from walking, though. That's right, that's what I've been doing lately, just walking. . . with no direction. I'm just wandering around aimlessly. Funny, now isn't that a metaphor of my life? It keeps on going, but to absolutely nowhere.
I look around the streets, and I see a lot of people much like myself. They're the by-standers, the people sleeping on the streets, and the drunk and the bums. But I think I still envy them, because somehow, they're just drifting. I, on the other hand, feel like I'm spiraling downwards, like falling to an endless abyss. I don't how I could get back up. . . or IF I still could.
"KYAAAA!!!! Help me!!! Please!"
The scream of a little girl startled me out of my reverie. I was so lost in my thoughts that I haven't realized I was walking straight into one of the darkest alleys. There she is, cowering in fear, clutching a little bag with her tiny fingers. And in front of her is a drunkard, pointing a small kitchen knife at her.
Then I suffer from a painful flashback for a bit. I failed that little girl and her dog. . . this time I won't let this kid down. I quietly sneak towards them.
"C'mon now little girl. Just give me that tiny bag of yours and I'll let you go."
He walks closer to the girl, with a smug smile on his face, which doesn't look so attractive given he's got a couple of front teeth missing. But the girl just held on to her bag tighter.
"No. . . please don't take this! It's a present for my mom. I sold a lot of flowers day and night just to buy this. So please, this is the only thing I can give mommy to make her happy this Christmas!!!"
The little girl is already begging. Really, how low can this guy get? The kid's worked her ass off to buy that and he just plans to take it away. Why doesn't HE work for something he wants.
I'm almost near them now. Slowly, as quietly as I can, I walk towards him and grab him from behind. The girl gasped in surprise at first, but was smart enough to realize that I came to help her. She runs away. Good, now I can handle this guy without having to worry about getting her involved.
I roll his wrist, making him lose his hold on the knife, and it fell clattering on the ground. He tries to break free, but I try to hold him back as much as I can. I'm cold, shivering, my vision's going in and out of focus, and I'm smaller. . . a LOT smaller than him. So, obviously, he breaks free and punches me squarely on the face. I can feel my cheek swelling up from the hit, but force myself up.
He's drunk, so it might be easier for me to knock him out. . . just a little. I muster up as much strength as I can and hit the back of his neck. Success! I did it, paralyzed him for a bit. He's squirming on the ground. By the time he wakes up, he'll be having a hell of a headache. . . not just from the hangover but also from the hit I gave him.
"Big brother!!! You okay?"
"Huh?"
I turn to look, and it's that girl again. She actually called me 'big brother'. . . I never had any real siblings, and it feels kinda nice. It's the first time that I've noticed it, but she's pretty cute. She has beautiful jade eyes and curly light-brown hair, rolled into little curls and tied to a ponytail on both sides just right above her ears. She looks like a walking doll. Then she smiles at me and glomps me around the waist. (too short to hug me)
"Thank you!!! You saved me."
I half-kneel and meet her gaze, then I give her an affectionate pat on the head.
"Your welcome." And I force a smile.
A man, probably in his early twenties, comes running to us. He has short brown hair and deep blue eyes. He's wearing a familiar emblem on his shirt. There's no doubt about it, he's a preventer. He stood between me and the girl, shielding her protectively.
"Maria! Are you all right?"
"Um, uncle Rei, he's the one who saved me." Maria explained, before this guy does anything.
"Oh. . ." Then he actually smiles at me. "Thanks for saving my niece."
"It's nothing." I shrug.
Then for a moment I feel movement from behind. I push Rei away by instinct, and feel a sudden jolt of pain at my side. I look at my waist and see the dagger, pierced through my skin, blood spilling out. I hear Maria gasp as I fall on my knees again. At the corner of my eye I saw Rei pull out a tranquilizer gun and shoot the guy. That'll really knock him out all right. Rei comes running to my side.
"Hey man you okay?" He offers to tend to my wound, but I push his hand away.
"It's okay. I can take care of myself. Take Maria home. She's had a rough night."
He looks at her, but looks at me again anxiously.
"But. . ."
Knowing that talking to him would be useless, I pull the dagger out and force myself up, then run away as fast as I can.
"Hey! Wait! You're injured!"
I hear his voice like it's far too away. But I don't care, I won't stop. I can't let Maria see this, she's too young to be exposed to so much blood. I'm bleeding a lot by now. I hope I'll have enough stamina left to at least reach my house, and yes, it's a very small one so don't ask. At least there I can tend to my wound. Damn, my vision's beginning to blur, and I feel hot, like fever's coming. I still continue to run, but my pace is getting slower with each step. Can't run anymore. . . too tired. . .
Great, I feel myself falling. . . But that's strange. How come my head doesn't hit the ground? Maybe I'm too numb to feel anything now. Maybe not. I vaguely feel someone holding me. I try to open my eyes. It's very fuzzy, but I make out violet orbs. . . brown hair. . . and black clothing. . . I know this guy.
But before I could even say his name, darkness takes me in.
=^w^= You have an idea who found him. . . right??? So how's it so far? Should I continue? Or not. . .?
The only thing I own is my pair of eyes (and ears), which I used to watch G- wing series and Endless Waltz.
Sorry, similarities with other fics are unintentional, because the only G- wing fics I've read so far are just Yume Maxwell-Yuy's and Elle-FaTe2x1's.
I dedicate this fic to Elle-FaTe2x1 and Yume Maxwell-Yuy! *heart* You two!!! It's all because of you that I got into this! So, for the really nice and inspiring fics that I've read from you. . . this is my revenge! XD
Warnings: Um, yaoi? Heero-angst? Ignored Relena? What else. . . Oh, yeah, a mischievous Duo. . . I think. I'm also going to make some (if not a LOT) of the stuff up, since it's been quite a long time since I've watched the anime. That's pretty much it.
This is just a vain attempt to write on Heero's POV, so if he goes OOC. . . flying tomatoes will be much appreciated. Just make sure they're soft. (And still edible @_@)
And now I present to you. . .
"Fallen"
Prologue
December. . . it's been almost a year now since the war ended, and it's been quite. . . peaceful. Yes, that's how I'll describe everything around me now. Such a wonderful word, isn't it? Especially if you're one of those who worked so hard so that it'll be back to the people's vocabulary again. And now, they just move on, happy and contented. . . but also trying their best to maintain their quiet and war-free society. So, I guess everyone is settled, enjoying the serenity of their lives now. Everyone. . . except me.
It's a cold afternoon, and the snow is beginning to fall. I'm sure tonight will be another freezing night. Right, remind me to bring a bigger, and ~thicker~ coat next time. All I have now is my lousy excuse for a jacket. You know, that denim one I'm so fond of wearing. Not even warm enough to stop my shivering. But that doesn't stop me from walking, though. That's right, that's what I've been doing lately, just walking. . . with no direction. I'm just wandering around aimlessly. Funny, now isn't that a metaphor of my life? It keeps on going, but to absolutely nowhere.
I look around the streets, and I see a lot of people much like myself. They're the by-standers, the people sleeping on the streets, and the drunk and the bums. But I think I still envy them, because somehow, they're just drifting. I, on the other hand, feel like I'm spiraling downwards, like falling to an endless abyss. I don't how I could get back up. . . or IF I still could.
"KYAAAA!!!! Help me!!! Please!"
The scream of a little girl startled me out of my reverie. I was so lost in my thoughts that I haven't realized I was walking straight into one of the darkest alleys. There she is, cowering in fear, clutching a little bag with her tiny fingers. And in front of her is a drunkard, pointing a small kitchen knife at her.
Then I suffer from a painful flashback for a bit. I failed that little girl and her dog. . . this time I won't let this kid down. I quietly sneak towards them.
"C'mon now little girl. Just give me that tiny bag of yours and I'll let you go."
He walks closer to the girl, with a smug smile on his face, which doesn't look so attractive given he's got a couple of front teeth missing. But the girl just held on to her bag tighter.
"No. . . please don't take this! It's a present for my mom. I sold a lot of flowers day and night just to buy this. So please, this is the only thing I can give mommy to make her happy this Christmas!!!"
The little girl is already begging. Really, how low can this guy get? The kid's worked her ass off to buy that and he just plans to take it away. Why doesn't HE work for something he wants.
I'm almost near them now. Slowly, as quietly as I can, I walk towards him and grab him from behind. The girl gasped in surprise at first, but was smart enough to realize that I came to help her. She runs away. Good, now I can handle this guy without having to worry about getting her involved.
I roll his wrist, making him lose his hold on the knife, and it fell clattering on the ground. He tries to break free, but I try to hold him back as much as I can. I'm cold, shivering, my vision's going in and out of focus, and I'm smaller. . . a LOT smaller than him. So, obviously, he breaks free and punches me squarely on the face. I can feel my cheek swelling up from the hit, but force myself up.
He's drunk, so it might be easier for me to knock him out. . . just a little. I muster up as much strength as I can and hit the back of his neck. Success! I did it, paralyzed him for a bit. He's squirming on the ground. By the time he wakes up, he'll be having a hell of a headache. . . not just from the hangover but also from the hit I gave him.
"Big brother!!! You okay?"
"Huh?"
I turn to look, and it's that girl again. She actually called me 'big brother'. . . I never had any real siblings, and it feels kinda nice. It's the first time that I've noticed it, but she's pretty cute. She has beautiful jade eyes and curly light-brown hair, rolled into little curls and tied to a ponytail on both sides just right above her ears. She looks like a walking doll. Then she smiles at me and glomps me around the waist. (too short to hug me)
"Thank you!!! You saved me."
I half-kneel and meet her gaze, then I give her an affectionate pat on the head.
"Your welcome." And I force a smile.
A man, probably in his early twenties, comes running to us. He has short brown hair and deep blue eyes. He's wearing a familiar emblem on his shirt. There's no doubt about it, he's a preventer. He stood between me and the girl, shielding her protectively.
"Maria! Are you all right?"
"Um, uncle Rei, he's the one who saved me." Maria explained, before this guy does anything.
"Oh. . ." Then he actually smiles at me. "Thanks for saving my niece."
"It's nothing." I shrug.
Then for a moment I feel movement from behind. I push Rei away by instinct, and feel a sudden jolt of pain at my side. I look at my waist and see the dagger, pierced through my skin, blood spilling out. I hear Maria gasp as I fall on my knees again. At the corner of my eye I saw Rei pull out a tranquilizer gun and shoot the guy. That'll really knock him out all right. Rei comes running to my side.
"Hey man you okay?" He offers to tend to my wound, but I push his hand away.
"It's okay. I can take care of myself. Take Maria home. She's had a rough night."
He looks at her, but looks at me again anxiously.
"But. . ."
Knowing that talking to him would be useless, I pull the dagger out and force myself up, then run away as fast as I can.
"Hey! Wait! You're injured!"
I hear his voice like it's far too away. But I don't care, I won't stop. I can't let Maria see this, she's too young to be exposed to so much blood. I'm bleeding a lot by now. I hope I'll have enough stamina left to at least reach my house, and yes, it's a very small one so don't ask. At least there I can tend to my wound. Damn, my vision's beginning to blur, and I feel hot, like fever's coming. I still continue to run, but my pace is getting slower with each step. Can't run anymore. . . too tired. . .
Great, I feel myself falling. . . But that's strange. How come my head doesn't hit the ground? Maybe I'm too numb to feel anything now. Maybe not. I vaguely feel someone holding me. I try to open my eyes. It's very fuzzy, but I make out violet orbs. . . brown hair. . . and black clothing. . . I know this guy.
But before I could even say his name, darkness takes me in.
=^w^= You have an idea who found him. . . right??? So how's it so far? Should I continue? Or not. . .?