Untamed, Untouchable
By, Samsara
Disclaimer: Seriously guys, if you wanna sue someone, you outta go run in front of moving vehicles. It works really well and you get a lot of money, more money than you'll get from suing an anarchist who glues the locks on banks... and who is un-suible... esp. since i don't own Gundam wing.
Warnings: Yaoi, 1x2, 3x4, 5x13 etc. Confused Peacecraft. Blood, AU (Our time), angst and suicidal themes. Please be mature.
Untamed, Untouchable
Part One:
unthinkable
The sky was different today. Instead of a cheerful blue, it glowed with a misty gray. Long snaky tendrils of fog smoked the bridges and walkways, making ripples in the crystal water. It was beautiful, though hardly anyone could find something so gorgeous about a rainy day in Prague.
Few people were hustling about the streets in the on-sheets of rain, and they made their way to a pub or a friend's house. The old time houses lined cobblestone streets and cornered with old parliament building which were now turned into banks and new age businesses. Down the street lay a pharmacy, and an old cafe run by an elderly couple. Apartments and city cars lined the cobblestone walkways, and a nearby soccer field was empty. It always seemed, that the world stopped running when it rained. Like someone had turned all the will away from happiness to a dreaded silence and cold.
The statues and gardens lay bleak, and the old Jewish cemetery radiated a cold welcome for any noontime visitors. There were none.
Two eyes viewed the cityscape from behind a lacy curtain. The icy pupils ran their length up the walls and their guards, licking up the rainwater as it splashed through the world. The untouchable world.
Heero Yuy stood for a moment longer at the window, before turning away. His unruly brown hair tangled with each other and hid most of the 18 year old's face. There was no point in gazing at something you could never have, or hold or barely touch. No point at all. Slowly he walked away and down the rickety old stairs. Heero and his mother lived in part of the old castle village, living in an apartment which used to be a blacksmith's. The house wasn't large, but it was very homely.
A fire was lit in the hearth, and water was about to boil over. An old, fragile looking woman was bent over a table, counting and recounting the glass figurines. The people of the village called her Claudette, or Ette for short. Heero called her Mama. The front of the house was a store, where the family sold homemade glass pieces.
"Good morning Heero. It's about time you were up," the old lady greeting, smiling as she wiped her soiled hands on her apron and tucked her long hair behind her ear.
" There's hot water for tea, and if you like, I can make you eggs or something. I'm planning on rabbit stew for tonight," she continued, quite used to his silence.
" That's fine, I'll make something myself. You need to work," was all he replied before sitting down. The woman smiled, and continued counting as the boy rummaged for food. He hand paused over a packet of tea leaves, unsure to touch it. A hand silently stroked his, and pulled the tea out. Heero smiled gratefully, before returning to eat.
"Heero, I want to talk with you about something," his mother said gently, completing her work. Heero nodded once, and leaned back in his chair. His mother removed her apron and folded it, stuffing it away in a shelf. She took a cup of tea before sitting across from her son, thinking thoughtfully. Finally she spoke.
"Heero, I want you to leave," she told him, not looking up.
"What?!" the request startled the man greatly. What was she doing...?
"You are wasting away. You're not yourself anymore, and I'm... well, afraid for you," she whispered softly, looking at him. Small tears budded in her brilliant violet eyes, which had never dulled.
"I... You don't understand!" the boy yelled angrily, shoulders heaving, " I... I can't go out there without being hurt,"
"I do know that! I've known that since you were a little boy! Please Heero, listen! This is for the best, I know it. If you cannot go out into the world, what will you be like as a man! You have to meet people, and not hide away. Pain comes with life, and if you can't face it then... you'll become no better than your father,"
"Don't say that!! That's not true!" Heero cried out, dropping his cup onto the table and balling his fists tightly. Tears welled at his eyes. His father... he would never be like that. Never. He had promised that ever since his father had left them.
Ette looked silently at her son, gathering her courage.
" Forgive me... I shouldn't have said that. Please try to understand..." Heero shook his head viciously in response. He was shaking now, and his boxer-clad form did not help him.
"Heer-!" Ette started, but stopped herself short as her only son ran up the stairs, still shivering. Inwardly she sighed. It would be hard to make him leave.
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How could she? Weren't mothers supposed to protect you from the pain and hold you close to their breast when you felt alone or scared? Heero shot into his room, and sat on his iron stand bed, arms wrapped tightly around himself. Hissing softly, he set about dressing, searching for something warm. He pulled on a long sleeved black turtleneck, and a pair of baggy pants. A top that he wore a puffy vest* and a black hat hid his brown locks. His socks and ankle high boots followed, and finally gloves. Just as he was finished, a curt knock sounded off his door.
" Honey, can I come in?"
No. No you can't. Go away, leave me alone.
"I'm coming in," Ette warned before the door creaked open slowly. The old lady peered in for a moment before entering. Heero made no move nor sound as she sat on his bed, his fingers soothing the bedclothes.
" I know you hate the outside world, but I need you to go. I can't live here, pretending that I don't know what you're doing," she alleged quietly, tucking in the folds of a pillowcase. She was nervous, he could tell.
"And just what am I doing?" he asked crisply, still not looking at her.
"Hiding. You have to stop hiding. You mustn't feel afraid..."
"Afraid?" he laughed darkly, " I'm terrified. You don't have my problem. You don't know what it's like,"
"I may not, but I have a pretty good idea. Listen Heero, You can hate me forever on this, but here's the deal. You leave this house and the country for a whole year, and when or if you return, I will let you sit here and hide. But you have to stay away a whole year, understand?" She answered firmly, standing up and looking him in the eye. He stared back for a moment before cringing. A year, what harm could that do? A lot, in his case.
Heero had never set foot outside of Prague, let alone the Czech Republic! He could barely survive in the city he lived in. How could he...
Ette sighed deeply and gathered her son's gloved hands in her flour caked hands. Gently, she took them and placed them against her face. Heero flinched ever so slightly, but his gaze held firm.
"Someday, when you return, I want you to be able to touch things, and be safe within yourself. You will never accomplish that by staying here. I cannot offer you more, son," she muttered, her words exhaling through her mere breath.
"But, the store, and you! How will you get along?" Heero asked, cobalt eyes pouring into his mother's violet eyes.
"Zachariah down the street promised to help me. He'll move in. I trust him. I can get along just fine without you," the woman smiled, her old nose wrinkling in a giggle.
Heero made no reply.
" Come along now, you must pack. You mustn't take a lot," she directed calmly, dragging out a rather bulky backpack.
What would life be like on the outside of the parks and statues? Would there ever be a place, or person who he could touch without fear? He had spent his entire life hiding, it was true. He was afraid, afraid of human contact, and more so than anyone else in the world. Why did he have to be so afraid?
"I am the only person who cannot touch someone without feeling their negative feelings," he murmured to himself, walked over to the window and pulling back the curtain. It was snowing lightly now, and the sky was lit with a magnificent squall of thunder and lightening. The rain and snow danced in multicolored riots, illuminating the skyline. Behind him, his mother watched.
"There's enough money to get you to London at least," she informed him, slinging the pack onto his uneasy shoulders. The weight felt strange, fluttery and unnatural all at once. Should he go? Why should he not? It was fear, the feeling of wanting to be grounded, that held him back.
The pair walked downstairs, the steps creaking with their combined weight. It would be eternities before he heard that sound, or felt the timber loosen beneath his feet. The rooms, they would remain unoccupied by him for a while. No matter how much Ette dusted, the rooms would grow old and soiled to him. At the doorway they stopped. A train ticket to Germany, then France and then England lay in his hand.
" Heero Yuy, I feel the world has been missing their angel. It is time the angel was returned, ne?" Ette told him mysteriously, clasping his hands once more. He smiled genuinely, before turning slowly. Soon this place would be foreign to him.
As if guessing his thoughts, Ette smiled and drew forth her hand and stroked his hair.
"Angels never forget where they come from,"
Heero stopped, and turned to face her. Tears were in his mother's eyes, but no choking noise were uttered between them. At her throat lay an angel pendant, set with diamonds. In a flash it was around Heero's neck, and the door was closed in his face.
With no choice, he turned, and walked into an untouchable world.
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ooo!! teaser! Sorry, no other characters just yet. Thou next chapter we meet a certain justice ranter... ::hinthint::
tell me if you like it, and want me to go on! ^.^
By, Samsara
Disclaimer: Seriously guys, if you wanna sue someone, you outta go run in front of moving vehicles. It works really well and you get a lot of money, more money than you'll get from suing an anarchist who glues the locks on banks... and who is un-suible... esp. since i don't own Gundam wing.
Warnings: Yaoi, 1x2, 3x4, 5x13 etc. Confused Peacecraft. Blood, AU (Our time), angst and suicidal themes. Please be mature.
Untamed, Untouchable
Part One:
unthinkable
The sky was different today. Instead of a cheerful blue, it glowed with a misty gray. Long snaky tendrils of fog smoked the bridges and walkways, making ripples in the crystal water. It was beautiful, though hardly anyone could find something so gorgeous about a rainy day in Prague.
Few people were hustling about the streets in the on-sheets of rain, and they made their way to a pub or a friend's house. The old time houses lined cobblestone streets and cornered with old parliament building which were now turned into banks and new age businesses. Down the street lay a pharmacy, and an old cafe run by an elderly couple. Apartments and city cars lined the cobblestone walkways, and a nearby soccer field was empty. It always seemed, that the world stopped running when it rained. Like someone had turned all the will away from happiness to a dreaded silence and cold.
The statues and gardens lay bleak, and the old Jewish cemetery radiated a cold welcome for any noontime visitors. There were none.
Two eyes viewed the cityscape from behind a lacy curtain. The icy pupils ran their length up the walls and their guards, licking up the rainwater as it splashed through the world. The untouchable world.
Heero Yuy stood for a moment longer at the window, before turning away. His unruly brown hair tangled with each other and hid most of the 18 year old's face. There was no point in gazing at something you could never have, or hold or barely touch. No point at all. Slowly he walked away and down the rickety old stairs. Heero and his mother lived in part of the old castle village, living in an apartment which used to be a blacksmith's. The house wasn't large, but it was very homely.
A fire was lit in the hearth, and water was about to boil over. An old, fragile looking woman was bent over a table, counting and recounting the glass figurines. The people of the village called her Claudette, or Ette for short. Heero called her Mama. The front of the house was a store, where the family sold homemade glass pieces.
"Good morning Heero. It's about time you were up," the old lady greeting, smiling as she wiped her soiled hands on her apron and tucked her long hair behind her ear.
" There's hot water for tea, and if you like, I can make you eggs or something. I'm planning on rabbit stew for tonight," she continued, quite used to his silence.
" That's fine, I'll make something myself. You need to work," was all he replied before sitting down. The woman smiled, and continued counting as the boy rummaged for food. He hand paused over a packet of tea leaves, unsure to touch it. A hand silently stroked his, and pulled the tea out. Heero smiled gratefully, before returning to eat.
"Heero, I want to talk with you about something," his mother said gently, completing her work. Heero nodded once, and leaned back in his chair. His mother removed her apron and folded it, stuffing it away in a shelf. She took a cup of tea before sitting across from her son, thinking thoughtfully. Finally she spoke.
"Heero, I want you to leave," she told him, not looking up.
"What?!" the request startled the man greatly. What was she doing...?
"You are wasting away. You're not yourself anymore, and I'm... well, afraid for you," she whispered softly, looking at him. Small tears budded in her brilliant violet eyes, which had never dulled.
"I... You don't understand!" the boy yelled angrily, shoulders heaving, " I... I can't go out there without being hurt,"
"I do know that! I've known that since you were a little boy! Please Heero, listen! This is for the best, I know it. If you cannot go out into the world, what will you be like as a man! You have to meet people, and not hide away. Pain comes with life, and if you can't face it then... you'll become no better than your father,"
"Don't say that!! That's not true!" Heero cried out, dropping his cup onto the table and balling his fists tightly. Tears welled at his eyes. His father... he would never be like that. Never. He had promised that ever since his father had left them.
Ette looked silently at her son, gathering her courage.
" Forgive me... I shouldn't have said that. Please try to understand..." Heero shook his head viciously in response. He was shaking now, and his boxer-clad form did not help him.
"Heer-!" Ette started, but stopped herself short as her only son ran up the stairs, still shivering. Inwardly she sighed. It would be hard to make him leave.
-------
How could she? Weren't mothers supposed to protect you from the pain and hold you close to their breast when you felt alone or scared? Heero shot into his room, and sat on his iron stand bed, arms wrapped tightly around himself. Hissing softly, he set about dressing, searching for something warm. He pulled on a long sleeved black turtleneck, and a pair of baggy pants. A top that he wore a puffy vest* and a black hat hid his brown locks. His socks and ankle high boots followed, and finally gloves. Just as he was finished, a curt knock sounded off his door.
" Honey, can I come in?"
No. No you can't. Go away, leave me alone.
"I'm coming in," Ette warned before the door creaked open slowly. The old lady peered in for a moment before entering. Heero made no move nor sound as she sat on his bed, his fingers soothing the bedclothes.
" I know you hate the outside world, but I need you to go. I can't live here, pretending that I don't know what you're doing," she alleged quietly, tucking in the folds of a pillowcase. She was nervous, he could tell.
"And just what am I doing?" he asked crisply, still not looking at her.
"Hiding. You have to stop hiding. You mustn't feel afraid..."
"Afraid?" he laughed darkly, " I'm terrified. You don't have my problem. You don't know what it's like,"
"I may not, but I have a pretty good idea. Listen Heero, You can hate me forever on this, but here's the deal. You leave this house and the country for a whole year, and when or if you return, I will let you sit here and hide. But you have to stay away a whole year, understand?" She answered firmly, standing up and looking him in the eye. He stared back for a moment before cringing. A year, what harm could that do? A lot, in his case.
Heero had never set foot outside of Prague, let alone the Czech Republic! He could barely survive in the city he lived in. How could he...
Ette sighed deeply and gathered her son's gloved hands in her flour caked hands. Gently, she took them and placed them against her face. Heero flinched ever so slightly, but his gaze held firm.
"Someday, when you return, I want you to be able to touch things, and be safe within yourself. You will never accomplish that by staying here. I cannot offer you more, son," she muttered, her words exhaling through her mere breath.
"But, the store, and you! How will you get along?" Heero asked, cobalt eyes pouring into his mother's violet eyes.
"Zachariah down the street promised to help me. He'll move in. I trust him. I can get along just fine without you," the woman smiled, her old nose wrinkling in a giggle.
Heero made no reply.
" Come along now, you must pack. You mustn't take a lot," she directed calmly, dragging out a rather bulky backpack.
What would life be like on the outside of the parks and statues? Would there ever be a place, or person who he could touch without fear? He had spent his entire life hiding, it was true. He was afraid, afraid of human contact, and more so than anyone else in the world. Why did he have to be so afraid?
"I am the only person who cannot touch someone without feeling their negative feelings," he murmured to himself, walked over to the window and pulling back the curtain. It was snowing lightly now, and the sky was lit with a magnificent squall of thunder and lightening. The rain and snow danced in multicolored riots, illuminating the skyline. Behind him, his mother watched.
"There's enough money to get you to London at least," she informed him, slinging the pack onto his uneasy shoulders. The weight felt strange, fluttery and unnatural all at once. Should he go? Why should he not? It was fear, the feeling of wanting to be grounded, that held him back.
The pair walked downstairs, the steps creaking with their combined weight. It would be eternities before he heard that sound, or felt the timber loosen beneath his feet. The rooms, they would remain unoccupied by him for a while. No matter how much Ette dusted, the rooms would grow old and soiled to him. At the doorway they stopped. A train ticket to Germany, then France and then England lay in his hand.
" Heero Yuy, I feel the world has been missing their angel. It is time the angel was returned, ne?" Ette told him mysteriously, clasping his hands once more. He smiled genuinely, before turning slowly. Soon this place would be foreign to him.
As if guessing his thoughts, Ette smiled and drew forth her hand and stroked his hair.
"Angels never forget where they come from,"
Heero stopped, and turned to face her. Tears were in his mother's eyes, but no choking noise were uttered between them. At her throat lay an angel pendant, set with diamonds. In a flash it was around Heero's neck, and the door was closed in his face.
With no choice, he turned, and walked into an untouchable world.
------
ooo!! teaser! Sorry, no other characters just yet. Thou next chapter we meet a certain justice ranter... ::hinthint::
tell me if you like it, and want me to go on! ^.^