The Invisible Heero Chapter 1, a gundam wing/ac fanfic

Author's Note: I had started this story many moons ago and just never finished it, until recently. It is six chapters long, so I'll post one every day, which will give me time to fix the last two chapters that were preserved without formatting in the 'to' section of an email draft.

This is Post EW.

Warning: This is uncharacteristically dark for me. Not as dark as some out there, but dark for me.
Established pairings: Wufei and Sally & Quatre and Trowa
Oh and if you like Relena, I've made her no so nice.

Disclaimer: Don't own Gundam Wing, but I do love borrowing them from time to time.

Chapter 1

"Morning Heero!" Relena Peacecraft answers her in a sing-song voice.

"Ah, Good morning Relena." Heero stands awkwardly in the corner of his office watching the closed door like a hawk for someone who might insist on walking in while he is on the phone.

"To what do I owe this pleasure?" She asks somewhat distractedly.

"It is New Year's Eve and I hadn't heard from you about our plans for tonight." He shoves his free hand into his jean's pocket and fiddles with the paperclips he had thrown in there while doing end of the year filing.

"Our plans?" Relena sounds confused. "You're not in charge of tonight's Preventers. I thought you were staying home?"

"I thought I was going to be attending the party as your boyfriend, Relena."

"My boyfriend?" She laughs and then Heero hears Relena's muffled shouting. "Dorothy, when did I break up with Heero?"

As Heero hears this, the color drains from his face and the nervousness he was feeling transforms into something gut wrenching, which he doesn't quite give into before he hears more from Relena. "Shit." She hisses. "I'm sorry Heero, I was supposed to have called you two days ago to break up with you. I'll be going to the party tonight with Ambassador Lucas Richards."

Heero stands in the corner of his office unmoving for several moments. "Heero, really I don't have the time for this. I'm sorry I didn't remember to tell you, I had to move my calendar around and that was one of the things that got rescheduled." She really doesn't sound sorry at all. She actually sounds more like she's running around doing several other things instead of having a conversation with her now ex boyfriend.

"What do you mean you forgot Relena?" He asks, anger rising in his voice.

"It wasn't on the calendar. Well I mean it was, but got rescheduled to sometime next week."

If it was possible for Heero to lose anymore color from his face, he did so. "What was so wrong with me that you couldn't have sat down and talked to me?"

"Well honestly, you're boring, ridged, frigid, have no personality and have no clue of how to be a boyfriend much less a lover. Granted you're physically appealing. Stunning really, but you have no life to speak of, no sex drive and know nothing past being a soldier. I need someone with a little more class and someone who is a little more assertive when it comes to fucking. Your perfect package needs a little more to make it exciting. But if you'll excuse me I have a party to get ready for." She ends the call before Heero can say anything to her. So he does the only thing he can think of doing at the moment and stands and glare at the phone as if it was the root of all evil in the world.

After five or so minutes of staring at the phone Heero decides to sit down at his desk. The screen saver on his monitor had activated while he was talking and the screen is now black. The black screen coupled with just the right lighting allows Heero to see his muted reflection. "Boring?" He mutters quietly as he stares at his reflection. "Maybe I am. I really don't have any hobbies, don't have many friends outside of the ones I've had for seven years. Am I really that lacking as a human that I simply get forgotten by the girl I have been dating for the past 4 years?"

He throws his phone across the room and watches it shatter as it hits the wall with inhuman force. "Is my life truly that horrible and worthless?"He runs his hands through his hair and locks his fingers behind his neck as he hits his desk non-to-softly with his forehead. Just as his head makes contact with the desk he stands up, effectively catapulting his chair into the wall and walks out of his office, not caring in the slightest that there was a quickly fading red mark dead center on his forehead.

Heero finds Duo in the Preventers gym surrounded by several woman all biding for his attention. Jackie seems to be the winner today as he is whispering something in her ear that is causing her to blush bright red and titter like a school girl.

"Duo? Can you spare a moment?" Heero asks softly.

Duo doesn't even turn around. "Give me a few Yuy, I'll swing by your office."

With the mention of his last name, Heero knows that Duo is on the prowl and not really paying attention to anyone around him. Let alone his emotionally closed off and socially inept partner and best friend. "Duo, please I really need to talk."

Again, Duo doesn't turn around and continues to fawn over his newest interest. "I'll meet you in your office Heero." He sounds annoyed. "I need to shower and change first."

Heero could feel his eyes starting to burn. He never cries, but right now he feels them threatening in the corners of his eyes. "Fine." The word is soft, so soft he doubts that even Duo could hear it. Then he turns and leaves. He doesn't stop back at his office to retrieve his jacket or his car keys – his house, office and building keys are all attached to his badge – and runs through the hallways, out of the door and the seven miles to his apartment.

With lithe fingers he opens up the door, walks in and closes it behind him. His dark blue eyes gaze blankly around his barren apartment. It is a boring cream color, one that most apartments seem to have painted on their walls. In the living room there is a small desk by the window with a rather ridged looking desk chair and a desktop computer along with a docking station for a laptop. Nothing apart from computer accessories adorns the top of the desk.

On the small kitchen table sits three pictures. One is of the five Gundam pilots right after the wars. One is a photo taken of Relena and Heero on their last vacation in the summer. Heero thinks that they looked happy together in that picture. The last photo is one of Heero and Duo standing next to each other in suits. It had been taken at Trowa and Quatre's wedding two years ago. Both men sport large smiles and Duo had his arm casually flung over Heero's shoulders.

Duo had always been the one pilot Heero felt like he could share almost everything with. Especially, after Trowa got married, Heero felt awkward calling his friend with silly little issues. So Duo had become the closest thing Heero has ever known to a best friend. And that best friend just ignored him as if he was a no one; an invisible person not worthy of even the slightest eye contact.

Heero snatches the picture of Relena and himself and whips it at the cream colored kitchen wall. He watches the frame break and the glass shatter with a slightly twisted smile on his lips. When the glass and frame have come to a rest on the floor Heero walks over to it and stares at the pieces of glass on the floor. Eyes trained with eagle like observation find the shard of glass which is the sharpest and big enough to be held with more than two fingers.

He sits down at the table directly in front of the two remaining pictures and looks at them, tears now freely running down his face, but he isn't aware he is crying. Carefully, Heero places the shard of glass on the table, takes off his watch – a gift from Quatre – and rolls up his sleeves to the elbows.

"So my girlfriend forgets about me to the point where she didn't even think about telling me that she broke up with me and my best friend wouldn't even look at me. This world has no place for this genetically engineered perfect soldier. I'm passé, useless and can't see any reason to be taking up space any more." Heero says aloud with a bitter laugh and picks up the shard of glass with his left hand.

With incredible precision he slits his right forearm, starting at the elbow and stopping at the palm of his hand. The thin glass manages to slice with almost scalpel precision and if Heero feels any pain as he slices deep into his right arm, it does not register in his eyes, face or body at all.

Then with an almost painful calmness he takes the glass in his right hand and mimics the incision he just made on his right arm on his left. Satisfied with the cuts he places the piece of glass just out of reach of the blood that has currently started to pool on the table. With an amused look on his face he places his arms on the table, incisions facing up so he can watch the bright red fluid stream from his body. He watches until he passes out.

This is Post EW.