PROLOGUE- Shooting Memories
A/N: Agh! A sequel! Read Masquerade' first! Warning: REALLY, REALLY mature themes.
DISCLAIMER: Attempts to raise funds to buy the rights to Gundam Wing' have failed, so I can clearly state that I do NOT own them. I DO own a really nice Pentel pen and a decent alarm clock. How about a swap?
BTW.my computer was meansorry for the bad upload before
The gun was at Doctor J's head. This wasn't the first time he had been threatened in such a manner. One got used to it, he supposed.
"Why?" There were tears on the former subject's face, something that had been programmed out of him a long time ago. "Why did you do it? You knew what you were doing!"
Doctor J steeped his fingers, "We all do regrettable things in a time of war, Mr. Yuy. As you recall, my boy, the original idea of Operation Meteor was to make a massacre so horrendous, no one would ever forget it."
The gun was pressed harder against his temple. The old man sighed. His subject was choked up with emotion, "But I was just a child!"
"Does being innocent deprive you of the obligation to save your world?"
"Does war give you the obligation to destroy the life of a child?"
Doctor J shook his head. Subject Heero Yuy was never supposed to second guess his orders. Subject Heero Yuy was never supposed to misinterpret the intentions of his commander.
But Heero Yuy had never been normal.
"
"What?" The boy that peered up through his bangs at the doctor had eyes that showed he had killed before.
"Odin Lowe was killed in a raid of his house of L1."
"Oh." There was something mysterious and disconcerting about the child, and he sulked in a way that set Doctor J's teeth on edge.
"I can give you a job though. I can help you save your colony. Would you like that?"
Once again, Heero Yuy was given up for another caretaker, another person who wanted to use him. He would later discover that Relena Darlian-Peacecraft's life had been very similar.
"Okay."
The corpse of a puppy amidst a pile of rubble.
A child buried in her unnatural grave of debris and glass.
A daisy, withered from lack of water.
A giddy sensation. A release previously unknown to him.
"Do as we say, boy, " the doctor had said, holding up the powder-filled packet, "And you will receive more."
Do as they say.
Do as they say or remain deprived.
Did he really have a choice?
He was addicted.
He was alone.
He was the perfect tool.
Heero Yuy bent down for the gun and shot it near the man's foot.
"It wasn't your sacrifice to bestow. The price I had to pay was too high!" he was furious, irrational, and filled with pain, "All I think about is wanting it. I hurt everywhere. All I want is to taste it again." He cocked the gun, "And you did this to me."
"I did what was necessary." He took a deep breath, "What will you do now, Heero?"
"I'll find a way to stop my body from telling me what to do. I'll fight the urge. But I won't forget what happened, or," he rose the gun again threateningly, "who did it to me."
"You came to kill me tonight, didn't you?"
"I did."
"So why didn't you?"
"Because it wasn't worth it. Because she wouldn't have wanted it."
Heero Yuy left with a flutter of the curtain, and Doctor J remained, fingers steeped.
There had been no other choice.
Had there?