AN – Sorry sorry sorry sorry posting another GW fic took soo long but I've had a total block with this fandom recently but hopefully it has lifted now and I'll be able to post the next chapters of 13x1, A Place in Time and a prequel to My other 13x1 fic, currently called Title Needed, all of which have been started if not nearly finished.
Rating – PG or PG-13 I guess
Disclaimer – There hardly seems a point in this but if McDonalds can be sued for having hot coffee I guess I can be sued for this and so, I don't own Gundam Wing –watches readers fall over in shock-
Summary – Whatever the weapon Heero had a scar for it.Scars
Whatever the weapon Heero had a scar for it.
Bullet… Knife… Whip…
Some red, some pink, some white, some tightening the skin, some raised, all marring the smooth and otherwise perfect skin.
Zechs know the location of all of them and each time they meet he looks for the new ones, knows there will be new ones and knows that Heero knows the story of all of them, no matter how long ago it was received.
A mission gone wrong…
An escape that wasn't quite quick enough…
A torture session that went too far…
And the terrible thing is that Zechs never wants Heero to stop scarring, because he knows that Heero is telling the truth when he says that as a soldier is the only way he knows how to live, knows that the day Heero stops adding to his unique collection is the day he dies.
But, maybe, he thinks, as he eyes the figure on the bed, expressionless eyes watching him with perfect trust, he can make sure that not all of them are to do with war.
And with that he picks up the knife… and watches Heero smile.
Fin