Authors note: Hi, I don't expect many people to read this as I'm not an acclaimed author, however, I have been really pleased with the responses I got to my stories, so this fic is dedicated to ALL who reviewed my fics. In particular to Nightshadow and Nanashi. This fic is also dedicated to Nemesis, one of my best friends.
Warnings: Uh, possible violence later (not sure yet), 1+2 (yet again, but later) people, so you don't like that, I suggest you leave NOW!!! Hmm, other than that? Uhm, don't think so.
Disclaimers: I do not own Gundam Wing or any of its characters, the poem I will be using was also written by someone else, however it has no name at the bottom so I cannot give the author credit where it is due. Nobody sue me if I infringe on anything else that is copyrighted, as I do not own them either.
Archiving: Sure, why not? Just e-mail me first.
Do not stand at my grave,
And weep,
I am not there I do not sleep…
Heero dropped his bags with a thud that resounded all around the large entrance hall. His new home, god how he hated it. Looking around he noted with casual disinterest that it was unusually built, large stairs swept up either side of the huge hall, leading to a balcony that ran the whole way round, there was several doors leading of the inside balcony and down below two large passages, one leading to the kitchen, the other to a gym and indoor pool. [1]
Sighing he hoisted his suitcase up again and lugged it up the unforgiving stairs, plopping it onto the first bed, in the first bedroom he came to. The room was large, with mahogany panelling, a large, rather austere fireplace stood in the centre of one wall, and stained glass windows overlooked (when opened) a cherry orchard.
However, this scene had no effect on Heero, who merely gave it a cursory glance and fell back onto the bed, eyes slowly drooping closed…
Look at him, my god look at him!! The words
reverberated around his head, echoing back and forth. Unbeknownst to Heero,
something watched him struggle in the grip of his dream, biting its lip. You're
not a boy, you're a worthless piece of trash, fit for nothing, you deserve none
of this. LOOK AT ME WHEN I'M SPEAKING TO YOU!!
Run my darling, save yourself, don't look back, never,
ever look back.
The money is yours, but use it wisely, and make sure they
never get hold of it…
With a short sharp scream Heero jerked awake, sweat pouring over him, icy waves of panic running through his body. It had happened again. The past, coming back to haunt him, never letting him rest.
With a noise of exasperation at his own weakness he jumped off the bed, pulling on the trainers that had been discarded earlier onto the floor. Maybe a walk would cool him off.
*********
A small wood stood at the back of the mansion, a quiet place, with cool shadows cast over the ground, sunlight only managing to struggle through in small places, pooling in golden patches on the ground.
For once Heero felt calm, like his life had never happened, all the stress of moving, his parents dying, the problem over the will…it all just melted away from him, as he wandered still further into the woods he began to get a prickling sensation on the back of his neck, the sort of feeling you get when someone is watching you.
Spinning he saw…nothing, that's all it can be described as, trees, leaves, grass, but not a person in sight. Turning around again he continued walking.
From behind a tree, the person, if that is indeed what it can be called, watched him go.
Heero was just about ready to turn around and head home, when he came across a grey area in the otherwise unsoiled beauty of the woods. Stumbling across the clearing had been purely an accident, but now that he was here, it seemed to open up a hundred questions.
In the centre of the blackened clearing stood a huge pile of rubble, most of it burnt, but some pieces of white still showed through. Cautiously Heero poked a large piece, the soot came off on his palm, he quickly wiped off on his jeans, grimacing slightly. This had been done recently, not more than six months ago.
Suddenly a glint of silver lying among the ashes of an alter caught his eye. Walking over he leant down and scooped up the object. It was a plain silver cross, with a simple carving of a leaf on the reverse side. Heero gazed at it, before shoving it in his pocket, he'd find out who owned, and what had gone on here.
The dark-haired one picked up his cross, now he would be able to explain, given that this blue-eyed boy put on the artefact.
**********
"Class, this is our latest student, Heero Yuy." Mentally Heero gave a sigh, he had been through this routine for the last four months, new room, new class, new school.
Looking around he spotted an empty seat and headed towards it, only to be stopped by a blond-haired boy. "I'm sorry," he said quietly, "you can't sit there…Heero wasn't it?"
Heero smiled, it was hard not to like this azure-eyed boy, he radiated innocence and purity. "Why not?"
"Because…because it's Duo's seat."
Heero raised his eyebrow, "Duo?" An emerald-eyed boy on the other side nodded, "Duo's dead, but, we still keep his seat, almost like a tribute."
Heero nodded, and was about to sit in the seat next to a boy with black hair and eyes when he felt something in his pocket. Pulling out the object he saw it was the silver cross. Biting his lip, he felt a sudden urge to put it on.
Slipping it over his head he sat down.
"I'm Wufei." The Chinese introduced himself.
"Heero Yuy, could you tell me about Duo?"
The boy nodded, fire snapping in his black eyes, "It was a great injustice…are you ok?"
Because Heero Yuy wasn't paying attention to his answer, instead,
Heero Yuy was staring with wide eyes at the empty seat by Duo Maxwell's desk.
[1] Anyone guess where I got this description of the house
from? Sound familiar to anyone? *A general shaking of heads* TOMB RAIDER!!!
Bwhahahah! I'm a big fan of that game. (Don't own Lara Croft or any Tomb Raider
related articles either.)
