Obsession
By: Kutabare
Disclaimer: All of the Gundam Wing and Sailor Moon characters belong to their respected owners; I do not own them. Any other characters that do not belong to those two series are mine. Do not use and claim them as your own.
The sun had disappeared behind the bluish-gray of the storm clouds, casting a dim glow on his world. Turning his back to the crowded streets of New York, Heero Yuy made his way towards his large oak desk. Gathering a stack of papers, he placed them carefully into the expensive black briefcase, his actions deliberate and slow. It was time, he decided, for him for return home. Gathering his coat from the coat rack by the door, he walked out of the large office, turning his back on the lonely existence he had led for the past three years.
The blonde head of his secretary glanced up from the computer screen, and called out to him. But, he didn't turn back, nor did he say a word to anyone. Mrs. Alistair stood up, watching the stiff back of her boss walk out of the building, and she smiled slightly to herself. Good luck, Mr. Yuy, she briefly thought; she resumed her work.
As soon as Heero stepped out of the tall building, he tipped his head back, letting the first drops of rain splash onto his face, welcoming the feeling. His eyes closed, and the still image of a woman burned in his mind's eye; the woman that was bringing him back home...to Tokyo...to Japan. It had been so long, but Heero had no doubts that she would still love him. Confident with himself, he opened his eyes, acknowledged his personal chauffeur with a slight nod, and stepped into the back of the dry limousine.
It didn't matter if it was three years or three decades, Heero Yuy was sure she would accept him and love him, no questions asked. Smiling to himself, he pressed the speaker button on the side of the limousine door, ordering the driver to go to the airport and fast. He did not see his chauffeur frown slightly. He did not hear the chauffeur pull out his cellphone and dial a number.
"Yes, madame. He is coming home."
"Do I allow him to go? Or should I make him stay?"
"Of course, madame. Will do. Yes."
"See you at Tokyo, then. Good bye."
And the ride continued..the plane was boarded..and Heero was on his way home. To Japan.
Placing the phone carefully back onto its receiver, the young woman steepled her fingers in front of her face, staring out the window. The soft 'click' of the door closing announced the arrival of her advisor, Michiru Tenou. A companionable silence befell the two women, then the other spoke, her wise, yet tired, voice filling in the empty space.
"He's coming."
Michiru needed no name in order to understand the subject of that statement. 'He' was a danger to the treasure they protected. 'He' would change the lives of so many with his appearance.
"He is powerful now," Michiru murmured, perching herself carefully on the edge of the desk.
The chair turned and the woman stood up, placing her palms flat against the cool cherry wood surface of the desk. Her expression was determined, her mind strong-willed, and her heart once more protected from any other emotions. Dark hair spilled over her shoulders as she stared at her advisor, garnet eyes hardened and narrowed.
"Our treasure will be protected. None shall know." Her voice cracked slightly, the only betrayal of emotions she showed.
"This will hurt many. Are you sure?" Teal eyes gazed up at the tanned face of her comrade, watching the sorrow that flashed in the deep crimson depths.
"He will commit an even harsher crime. No. I will not allow any sorrow, nor pity, for that man. I trust that you will deliver the orders."
"Of course," and the young woman left the room, her wavy hair moving slightly as she walked away.
And so it was that Setsuna Meioh, president of Fumie Corps., was left alone in her office, the setting sun casting a blood red light into the interior. Turning her back to the door, she looked out the window, her hands clenched together behind her back. As she left the office some time later, Setsuna still couldn't answer the all-important question.
'Are you sure?'
...beep...beep...beep...
The sound of the monitor continued, an endless droning noise that seemed to drown out the pounding of the rain. Long, soft lashes fluttered open, revealing eyes that were once so bright and clear. Glancing out the open window, her fingers twitched, straining to feel the cold rain against her skin. Hoping, yet not hoping. It was an obsession of hers. To feel something. To not feel something. She wasn't sure which. The shuffling noise of slippers approached her, becoming louder than the rain, louder than the monitor.
She wanted to run, to hide. Not again. She didn't want to do this sickly task, but she had to..if she wanted to live. The woman smiled down at her, and she closed her eyes, turning her head away from the nurse.
"Don't act that way. Just take your treatment, everything will be fine."
She wished she could say the nurse was lying, but the woman wasn't. Parting her lips, the sickly woman took the precious liquid. Her cells revived, growing, expanding and becoming stronger as her cheeks flushed healthily. Everyday, she felt her strength return. She was merely waiting. The nurse smiled, then noticing the open window, she frowned.
"Incompetent fools. What if the sun..." Her voice drifted away, as did the sound of the rain...but the monitor continued endlessly.
...beep...beep...beep...beep...
The thin grasp of consciousness she had slipped from her, and she spiralled downwards into a dreamless reality. Patiently, she waiting, the cold spiral of life coiling tighter and tighter...it was almost time for...
The shadows overwhelmed her, and in another world, the footsteps were heard, until they faded away too. The nurse had left the dark room, the woman was alone.
Author's Note: This is my first attempt at fanfiction, so be patient. Anyhow, I have not decided the couples. -shrugs- Vote, if you want..but remember to review, please. Reviews help an author continue a story, and the more the better.
By: Kutabare
Disclaimer: All of the Gundam Wing and Sailor Moon characters belong to their respected owners; I do not own them. Any other characters that do not belong to those two series are mine. Do not use and claim them as your own.
The sun had disappeared behind the bluish-gray of the storm clouds, casting a dim glow on his world. Turning his back to the crowded streets of New York, Heero Yuy made his way towards his large oak desk. Gathering a stack of papers, he placed them carefully into the expensive black briefcase, his actions deliberate and slow. It was time, he decided, for him for return home. Gathering his coat from the coat rack by the door, he walked out of the large office, turning his back on the lonely existence he had led for the past three years.
The blonde head of his secretary glanced up from the computer screen, and called out to him. But, he didn't turn back, nor did he say a word to anyone. Mrs. Alistair stood up, watching the stiff back of her boss walk out of the building, and she smiled slightly to herself. Good luck, Mr. Yuy, she briefly thought; she resumed her work.
As soon as Heero stepped out of the tall building, he tipped his head back, letting the first drops of rain splash onto his face, welcoming the feeling. His eyes closed, and the still image of a woman burned in his mind's eye; the woman that was bringing him back home...to Tokyo...to Japan. It had been so long, but Heero had no doubts that she would still love him. Confident with himself, he opened his eyes, acknowledged his personal chauffeur with a slight nod, and stepped into the back of the dry limousine.
It didn't matter if it was three years or three decades, Heero Yuy was sure she would accept him and love him, no questions asked. Smiling to himself, he pressed the speaker button on the side of the limousine door, ordering the driver to go to the airport and fast. He did not see his chauffeur frown slightly. He did not hear the chauffeur pull out his cellphone and dial a number.
"Yes, madame. He is coming home."
"Do I allow him to go? Or should I make him stay?"
"Of course, madame. Will do. Yes."
"See you at Tokyo, then. Good bye."
And the ride continued..the plane was boarded..and Heero was on his way home. To Japan.
Placing the phone carefully back onto its receiver, the young woman steepled her fingers in front of her face, staring out the window. The soft 'click' of the door closing announced the arrival of her advisor, Michiru Tenou. A companionable silence befell the two women, then the other spoke, her wise, yet tired, voice filling in the empty space.
"He's coming."
Michiru needed no name in order to understand the subject of that statement. 'He' was a danger to the treasure they protected. 'He' would change the lives of so many with his appearance.
"He is powerful now," Michiru murmured, perching herself carefully on the edge of the desk.
The chair turned and the woman stood up, placing her palms flat against the cool cherry wood surface of the desk. Her expression was determined, her mind strong-willed, and her heart once more protected from any other emotions. Dark hair spilled over her shoulders as she stared at her advisor, garnet eyes hardened and narrowed.
"Our treasure will be protected. None shall know." Her voice cracked slightly, the only betrayal of emotions she showed.
"This will hurt many. Are you sure?" Teal eyes gazed up at the tanned face of her comrade, watching the sorrow that flashed in the deep crimson depths.
"He will commit an even harsher crime. No. I will not allow any sorrow, nor pity, for that man. I trust that you will deliver the orders."
"Of course," and the young woman left the room, her wavy hair moving slightly as she walked away.
And so it was that Setsuna Meioh, president of Fumie Corps., was left alone in her office, the setting sun casting a blood red light into the interior. Turning her back to the door, she looked out the window, her hands clenched together behind her back. As she left the office some time later, Setsuna still couldn't answer the all-important question.
'Are you sure?'
...beep...beep...beep...
The sound of the monitor continued, an endless droning noise that seemed to drown out the pounding of the rain. Long, soft lashes fluttered open, revealing eyes that were once so bright and clear. Glancing out the open window, her fingers twitched, straining to feel the cold rain against her skin. Hoping, yet not hoping. It was an obsession of hers. To feel something. To not feel something. She wasn't sure which. The shuffling noise of slippers approached her, becoming louder than the rain, louder than the monitor.
She wanted to run, to hide. Not again. She didn't want to do this sickly task, but she had to..if she wanted to live. The woman smiled down at her, and she closed her eyes, turning her head away from the nurse.
"Don't act that way. Just take your treatment, everything will be fine."
She wished she could say the nurse was lying, but the woman wasn't. Parting her lips, the sickly woman took the precious liquid. Her cells revived, growing, expanding and becoming stronger as her cheeks flushed healthily. Everyday, she felt her strength return. She was merely waiting. The nurse smiled, then noticing the open window, she frowned.
"Incompetent fools. What if the sun..." Her voice drifted away, as did the sound of the rain...but the monitor continued endlessly.
...beep...beep...beep...beep...
The thin grasp of consciousness she had slipped from her, and she spiralled downwards into a dreamless reality. Patiently, she waiting, the cold spiral of life coiling tighter and tighter...it was almost time for...
The shadows overwhelmed her, and in another world, the footsteps were heard, until they faded away too. The nurse had left the dark room, the woman was alone.
Author's Note: This is my first attempt at fanfiction, so be patient. Anyhow, I have not decided the couples. -shrugs- Vote, if you want..but remember to review, please. Reviews help an author continue a story, and the more the better.
