One Winged Angel
By: XxDarkness87xX
Rated PG13 for a reason. If dark/explict (Not Sexual, more like blood/swearing) offends you, do NOT read any farther. If you are gonna continue to read, enjoy!
Heero Yuy sat silently in his chair as his science professor rambled on with his teachings. Heero was clearly the only person not paying attention as he gazed out the classroom window. Clouded memories of war filled his mind. The screaming, crying, families dying. Was everything he did in the past wrong? Should he himself feel bad for doing everything he did? Just then Wing Zero's image popped into his head. Heero's eyes widened knowing that was the machine that he piloted to do all the destruction.
"Zero...." He murmered.
"Heero!" The professor called.
Heero's head quickly turned to face the front of the classroom.
"Id really appechiate it if you would at least act like your listening to me." the professor stated.
With that the entire class giggled.
"My mistake, it wont happen again." Heero replied.
The bell rang interupting the professors cold glare. The students grabbed their books and stood up from their seats.
"Dont forget to turn in your reports tomorrow class, they are due. Late reports will not be accepted." The professor called out as the students began to leave.
Heero was one of the last to leave the classroom and he headed down the hall towards the exit. He lived in an apartment not to far from the college that he attended. The other pilots all seperated after the conflict with Meramia Kushrenada, they never met each other since which was about a year ago. It was a sunny day out, warm in the low 70's. Heero continued his path home when he spotted a group of young kids running down the sidewalk chasing one another. Heero stopped and watched them play.
(Look at them...they have no worries at all. No burdens to carry on their shoulders.)
One of the children stopped for a moment and waved at him with a smile. She looked about 8 years old, with light brown hair and emerald colored eyes. Heero waved back with a half smile. With that the girl continued to play tag with her friends.
(What a cute little girl, what a smile. That sort of smile is rare in the world today..war has endangered it. I could never smile like that.)
He continued to make his way to the apartment. He soon arrived and reached into his back pocket for the key. When he reached the door it was already open and the lock was broken. He slowly pushed open the busted door only to peer into a dark room, curtains shut, no light at all. He flipped the switch but the room had no power.
"Come in...shut the door."
"Wha?!" Heero stammered.
He reached over to the desk near his bed and picked up his handgun.
"Hmph...so your Heero Yuy, pilot of the Gundam Wing Zero. Quite unbelievable, only a complete coward would hide himself behind a gun."
With that remark the barrel of the gun fell off in one split second.
"Huh?!" Heero gasped as he looked at the new shorter barrel of the handgun.
(That was a clean cut...I didnt even hear anything move!)
Heero dropped the gun and took one step back.
"Who is it?!" He called out.
"Last time im telling you, get in here, and close the door behind you.."
Heero stepped into the dark room and shut the door, or what was left of it.
"Very good, your a fast learner.."
"Show yourself!" Heero replied angerly.
"When the time is right, I will. But untill then your going to do what I say, and listen."
"I dont take orders from strangers, especially ones that are afraid to reveal themselves!"
A sharp metel point gently touched the bottom of Heero's chin.
"In this case, I dont think you have a choice.."
"Bastard!" Heero stated in a visious tone.
Just then a sharp pain shot up his left arm, he fell back to the floor landing on his back.
(Im cut!)
Warm trickles of blood streamed down his arm and dripped off the tips of his fingers. He used his right hand to cover the wound.
"Mind your tone with me, I dont cope well with people yelling."
(Who the hell is this guy?!)
"What do you want?" Heero asked in a low tone.
"I want you to listen. And so far you havent done a good job, now if I have to step in again it will be a whole lot worse than that scratch on your arm."
"What else could you do? Cut me up more? Or kill me? I dont care, your pick. But ill let you know this, it wont be just my blood being spilled. Im taking some of you with me." Heero replied.
"Ah, that's the spirit. But your right, it wont be just your blood being spilled...I have this whole block wired with enough explosives that hundreds more people will be donating blood."
"What?!" Heero asked clearly shocked.
"That's right. Now are you gonna listen or do I light this whole place up?"
(I have no choice...)
"Im listening.." Heero replied weakly.
"Now were getting somewhere."
The deep cut bleed even more as Heero inserted his right index finger into the wound to see how far it when. He squinted in pain but held in his stressed groans. The cut was roughly to the bone.
(What the hell type of weapon could do that much damage in one quick slash. I didnt even hear it coming, it was so silent.)
"The weapon I have is of no concern, so concentrate on what im about to say."
"How did you....." Heero began.
"That is also of no concern. Now....PAY ATTENTION!"
This time Heero concentrated on listening.
"What im about to tell you will seem a bit akward and strange. I was trained to be a gundam pilot just like you were. The very second I was known to exist my fate was decided. After I was born, a long series of tests were run on me. The scientists studied, and researched, every detail about me. My height, weight, finger nail length, all the way down to the exact way I came out of my mothers womb. How much stress I could handle, how smart I was. If I was two dumb they would submit chemicals to my body increasing the number of brain cells. If I was two weak more chemicals mixtures were submitted, they molded me into the human being I am today. When I was age 5 I was superior to all martial arts and scored high marks in ALL subjects leading deep into college. I could make C4 at age 7, and any other explosive. I knew everything there was to know. I didnt learn on my own, the scientists fed the information into my brain right off computers. At age 8 I was finally perfect, physically, and mentally. That same age I took a look at my first mobile suit, a gundam of coarse. I had already had pilot techniques and battle tactics burned into my brain. I imediatly trained with this mobile suit which I now call "One Winged Angel". I mastered the art of mobile suit piloting within that same hour, I had everything down to the raw science. My reaction time, how many seconds it would talk to draw a beam saber, how much thrust power I had to spare, I knew everything about Angel. She hasent failed on me once. At age 9 the scientists gave up on me...they said I was a failed experiment. So I was never launched down to earth. But I do stick with my real name."
"You were trained as a gundam pilot?! How can this be?!" Heero replied in a startled voice.
"My name stands as it was since the day I was born. Kinishodo. Kinishodo...Yuy..."
Heero's expression looked confused.
"Yuy....?" He asked?
"That's right...you were dealt with just as I was, all of those tests were run on you as well. Everything that happened to me, happened to you. Except for one thing, my mother was pregnant with two babies. Your from the same womb as I....brother."
"....N...n..no.....Dr. J made my name up, it's not even my real name!" Heero shot back.
"Wrong, Dr.J gave you your real name. But the way he gave it to you sounded like it was fake. You were blinded, your heart was set on completing your mission. Which you failed, letting that Leo take you into the sea and that girl see your face was a big mistake. I would have easily aced that mission if I was sent down. Who's the real failed experiment? Sure is hell not me. But im gonna soon find out what your really made of."
Heero's expression was dazed.
"No....your lying...I dont have a mother, or any family...your lying!" Heero hissed out as his wound bleed even more fiercely than it had before.
"You weakness makes me sick, how damn pathetic can you get?"
Heero's view was becoming a blur, the room felt like it was spinning.
"We'll see what your made of brother, untill we meet again. If your alive."
A dark figure stood over the weakened pilot.
"Wha...what are you doing....?" He asked.
The soft click of a detenator was the last thing he heard as he was knocked unconsious.
If you want the rest of the story, review this and tell me what you think. Ill post part 2 if this all goes down ok. And by the way, I hate how it looks in TEXT format, it totally messed up the paragraphs and alignment. Can someone tell me how to make it look like it does with Windows Wordpad plz. Thnx
By: XxDarkness87xX
Rated PG13 for a reason. If dark/explict (Not Sexual, more like blood/swearing) offends you, do NOT read any farther. If you are gonna continue to read, enjoy!
Heero Yuy sat silently in his chair as his science professor rambled on with his teachings. Heero was clearly the only person not paying attention as he gazed out the classroom window. Clouded memories of war filled his mind. The screaming, crying, families dying. Was everything he did in the past wrong? Should he himself feel bad for doing everything he did? Just then Wing Zero's image popped into his head. Heero's eyes widened knowing that was the machine that he piloted to do all the destruction.
"Zero...." He murmered.
"Heero!" The professor called.
Heero's head quickly turned to face the front of the classroom.
"Id really appechiate it if you would at least act like your listening to me." the professor stated.
With that the entire class giggled.
"My mistake, it wont happen again." Heero replied.
The bell rang interupting the professors cold glare. The students grabbed their books and stood up from their seats.
"Dont forget to turn in your reports tomorrow class, they are due. Late reports will not be accepted." The professor called out as the students began to leave.
Heero was one of the last to leave the classroom and he headed down the hall towards the exit. He lived in an apartment not to far from the college that he attended. The other pilots all seperated after the conflict with Meramia Kushrenada, they never met each other since which was about a year ago. It was a sunny day out, warm in the low 70's. Heero continued his path home when he spotted a group of young kids running down the sidewalk chasing one another. Heero stopped and watched them play.
(Look at them...they have no worries at all. No burdens to carry on their shoulders.)
One of the children stopped for a moment and waved at him with a smile. She looked about 8 years old, with light brown hair and emerald colored eyes. Heero waved back with a half smile. With that the girl continued to play tag with her friends.
(What a cute little girl, what a smile. That sort of smile is rare in the world today..war has endangered it. I could never smile like that.)
He continued to make his way to the apartment. He soon arrived and reached into his back pocket for the key. When he reached the door it was already open and the lock was broken. He slowly pushed open the busted door only to peer into a dark room, curtains shut, no light at all. He flipped the switch but the room had no power.
"Come in...shut the door."
"Wha?!" Heero stammered.
He reached over to the desk near his bed and picked up his handgun.
"Hmph...so your Heero Yuy, pilot of the Gundam Wing Zero. Quite unbelievable, only a complete coward would hide himself behind a gun."
With that remark the barrel of the gun fell off in one split second.
"Huh?!" Heero gasped as he looked at the new shorter barrel of the handgun.
(That was a clean cut...I didnt even hear anything move!)
Heero dropped the gun and took one step back.
"Who is it?!" He called out.
"Last time im telling you, get in here, and close the door behind you.."
Heero stepped into the dark room and shut the door, or what was left of it.
"Very good, your a fast learner.."
"Show yourself!" Heero replied angerly.
"When the time is right, I will. But untill then your going to do what I say, and listen."
"I dont take orders from strangers, especially ones that are afraid to reveal themselves!"
A sharp metel point gently touched the bottom of Heero's chin.
"In this case, I dont think you have a choice.."
"Bastard!" Heero stated in a visious tone.
Just then a sharp pain shot up his left arm, he fell back to the floor landing on his back.
(Im cut!)
Warm trickles of blood streamed down his arm and dripped off the tips of his fingers. He used his right hand to cover the wound.
"Mind your tone with me, I dont cope well with people yelling."
(Who the hell is this guy?!)
"What do you want?" Heero asked in a low tone.
"I want you to listen. And so far you havent done a good job, now if I have to step in again it will be a whole lot worse than that scratch on your arm."
"What else could you do? Cut me up more? Or kill me? I dont care, your pick. But ill let you know this, it wont be just my blood being spilled. Im taking some of you with me." Heero replied.
"Ah, that's the spirit. But your right, it wont be just your blood being spilled...I have this whole block wired with enough explosives that hundreds more people will be donating blood."
"What?!" Heero asked clearly shocked.
"That's right. Now are you gonna listen or do I light this whole place up?"
(I have no choice...)
"Im listening.." Heero replied weakly.
"Now were getting somewhere."
The deep cut bleed even more as Heero inserted his right index finger into the wound to see how far it when. He squinted in pain but held in his stressed groans. The cut was roughly to the bone.
(What the hell type of weapon could do that much damage in one quick slash. I didnt even hear it coming, it was so silent.)
"The weapon I have is of no concern, so concentrate on what im about to say."
"How did you....." Heero began.
"That is also of no concern. Now....PAY ATTENTION!"
This time Heero concentrated on listening.
"What im about to tell you will seem a bit akward and strange. I was trained to be a gundam pilot just like you were. The very second I was known to exist my fate was decided. After I was born, a long series of tests were run on me. The scientists studied, and researched, every detail about me. My height, weight, finger nail length, all the way down to the exact way I came out of my mothers womb. How much stress I could handle, how smart I was. If I was two dumb they would submit chemicals to my body increasing the number of brain cells. If I was two weak more chemicals mixtures were submitted, they molded me into the human being I am today. When I was age 5 I was superior to all martial arts and scored high marks in ALL subjects leading deep into college. I could make C4 at age 7, and any other explosive. I knew everything there was to know. I didnt learn on my own, the scientists fed the information into my brain right off computers. At age 8 I was finally perfect, physically, and mentally. That same age I took a look at my first mobile suit, a gundam of coarse. I had already had pilot techniques and battle tactics burned into my brain. I imediatly trained with this mobile suit which I now call "One Winged Angel". I mastered the art of mobile suit piloting within that same hour, I had everything down to the raw science. My reaction time, how many seconds it would talk to draw a beam saber, how much thrust power I had to spare, I knew everything about Angel. She hasent failed on me once. At age 9 the scientists gave up on me...they said I was a failed experiment. So I was never launched down to earth. But I do stick with my real name."
"You were trained as a gundam pilot?! How can this be?!" Heero replied in a startled voice.
"My name stands as it was since the day I was born. Kinishodo. Kinishodo...Yuy..."
Heero's expression looked confused.
"Yuy....?" He asked?
"That's right...you were dealt with just as I was, all of those tests were run on you as well. Everything that happened to me, happened to you. Except for one thing, my mother was pregnant with two babies. Your from the same womb as I....brother."
"....N...n..no.....Dr. J made my name up, it's not even my real name!" Heero shot back.
"Wrong, Dr.J gave you your real name. But the way he gave it to you sounded like it was fake. You were blinded, your heart was set on completing your mission. Which you failed, letting that Leo take you into the sea and that girl see your face was a big mistake. I would have easily aced that mission if I was sent down. Who's the real failed experiment? Sure is hell not me. But im gonna soon find out what your really made of."
Heero's expression was dazed.
"No....your lying...I dont have a mother, or any family...your lying!" Heero hissed out as his wound bleed even more fiercely than it had before.
"You weakness makes me sick, how damn pathetic can you get?"
Heero's view was becoming a blur, the room felt like it was spinning.
"We'll see what your made of brother, untill we meet again. If your alive."
A dark figure stood over the weakened pilot.
"Wha...what are you doing....?" He asked.
The soft click of a detenator was the last thing he heard as he was knocked unconsious.
If you want the rest of the story, review this and tell me what you think. Ill post part 2 if this all goes down ok. And by the way, I hate how it looks in TEXT format, it totally messed up the paragraphs and alignment. Can someone tell me how to make it look like it does with Windows Wordpad plz. Thnx