Years Beyond Memory.
Chapter 1- A New Land!
Heero looked up at the sky as it slowly turned into night. She sun started to go down when the moon started to show. A sigh escaped as he looked at the stars which decorated the night sky. He watched as people ran a crossed fields with horses. It was the early 1600's and already they're were many conflicts among the people. He was fourteen, he would turn fifteen in two weeks.
He stayed in his house most of the time, where his father usually came after he had his fill of the alcohol he consumed at the town's bar. His mother died, he had no other relatives that he knew of except his father. The air seemed too sickening for him to stand, but he didn't fold under such pressure. He grew up to be strong, when his father came home after he went to the bar. Heero didn't dare go near him. When he did, his father went in a rage and started beating him, blood was found in poodles on the floor, his blood.
He was on the ground where the grass was looking at the night, he slept outside as usual when he didn't want to go in. The night air was fresh and didn't smell like alcohol or smoke.
When he awoke, the sun seemed to blind him temporarily with it's warm rays. He stood up on the grass bed that surrounded him and yawned. Life seemed so much easier when you awake. Then he heard his father yell at him and suddenly he felt the hot rays of hell come back toward him. He sighed and went inside where he knew his father was waiting.
"Yes father, what do you want?"
"Don't give me that crap boy, you're a man, act like it! Men don't need to ask stupid questions!" His father sneered at him.
Heero already knew his father would behave like this once he came in. "Why are you just standing there? Go make me my breakfast!" His father yelled.
Heero obeyed what his father said. He knew there would be consequences if he didn't. He made breakfast as fast as he could and handed it to his father even though he didn't want to be close to him. His father sneered as he was handed his breakfast. "This is eatable? It looks like it's f*cking dog crap!"
Heero didn't make a reaction, he reached to throw it away but was taken aback. His father grabbed his arm when he tried to reach for his breakfast. He twisted it so Heero couldn't fight back. "What do you think your doing? This is my Breakfast! If you want some you go hunt it and make it yourself!" His father yelled again. He let Heero's arm go and started eating his food.
Heero rubbed his arm and went back outside to do his daily chores. He and his father owned a farm which gained a lot of money as they sold some of it's profit. Even though Heero did most of the work, His father got all of the money.
His father yelled about how awful the food tasted but still ate it. After eating his breakfast he walked out of the house and told Heero that he was going to the bar.
Heero sighed again and continued doing his chores. The day rolled on as it usually did and he found himself sitting a chair at night reflecting on the days events. His eyes slowly became heavy and he fell asleep. Hours later his father came home barley able to walk and slurring his words. When he found his son sitting down sleeping in the sit that he 'supposable now called his own' he was enraged!
He grabbed his son's hair and yanked it hard, this awakened Heero most painfully. His father kneed him in the ribs and punched him in the jaw. Heero didn't fight back because his father would just be more enraged and would probably end up kill him.
After his father became bored with Heero he went to bed. Heero was not tired, the pain kept him awake. With all the energy he had he got up and started walking toward the door. He wanted to go to the doctor and get some medicines for some of his injuries. While he was half the way there he lost all strength and collapsed.
The smell of dirt and the cold in the air woke him up. He was in a cave, he had no idea of how he got there. He tried to get up but fell back down.
"Don't try to get up." A small figure came close to him, it moved like a snake.
"Who are you?!" Heero said looking at the figure for answering.
"No one you know." It said back with a scratchy voice.
Fright now consumed his face as he looked at the figure non blinking. The figure went passed him and went toward the burning fire which had a pan over it. It took the pan and poured it in a small bowl.
It took the bowl and went toward Heero.
"What are you doing?" He said.
It grabbed his mouth and poured the liquid substance in. Heero drank it with pain. The figure released it's grip from his mouth and walked the other way.
"What did you do to me!" Heero screamed. He heard laughter all around him. "Let's put it this way, nothing could hurt you, not even time. Only yourself has the power to do it."
Heero didn't know what it meant but tried to get up again. This time it was successful. The wounds he had earlier were gone. He felt more stronger than he ever did in his entire life. Heero didn't quite knew what was happening but before he could figure out anything he raced back to his house.
When he got there he found his drunken father yelling for him. "Yes, father?" He said as he looked toward his father for answering.
"Make my breakfast you stupid lazy boy!" His father yelled again. Heero did as he was told and made him some. After he did he again went out and did his daily chores.
This time Heero heard a loud noise coming from inside their house. "Father, is everything all right?" He said as he looked for him. Heero stood at the back entrance shocked. His father was lying on the ground with a knife stuck into his chest. A figure stood over him with a cunning smile. "And who are you?" It said as it examined him.
"Who are you and what are you doing here?!" Heero said as he became angry.
The figure ignored the question and grabbed Heero and walked out of the house with a fourteen year old boy trying to get free.
"What are you doing?" Heero asked as he struggled.
"Don't worry I'm not going to kill you." The figure said as it walked through town in that manner and went into a boat.
"Where are you taking me?!!" Heero yelled.
The man gave no answer. An hour later the boat was off. The man let Heero go afterwards. "Where am I?" Heero yelled as he looked at the man shocked.
"You're going to accompany us to Italy boy." The man said as he went toward the bow of he ship. Heero looked at the water which separated him and his homeland. His only life style that he knew was gone. He watched as he became further and further away from it until he only could see a speck.
"Don't worry boy, now you'll get to stay with us." The man said as he took a drink of his beer. Heero gave him a glare of hatred and misery once he said those words.
The man was taken aback as he looked at him again. Everyman who looked at Heero while he was glaring at him in such a way didn't dare go near him or even talk to him. Not even his father could look at him as he glared at him.
The man went into the other side of the boat and left Heero to himself. A sigh escaped his breathe as the man left. 'What's going on? Why did they kill my father? Why didn't they kill me?' He thought as he watched the water come us to the boat and go back down.
Months went by and all they saw was water. They ate fish nearly every day, Heero didn't like it and nether did the crew of the ship. But no body complained about it.
Then finally they saw land, the landscape was completely different from Heero's land and the trees were different as well the got off and the man who took Heero on grabbed him again, and again Heero tried to struggle to get free but his attempts were futile.
The man laughed as Heero's attempts which made Heero more angry. Then when Heero had enough he kicked the man in the stomach which made him release his grip on him and Heero was free.
Heero wondered the strange land and saw many sites he never seen. There were building high above his head and different kinds of animals surrounded the place. He stood in amazement at how the city looked, never had he seen anything quite like it.
Then the man which brought him to the shore walked toward him with a knife. "You ungrateful little brat!" He said, you could tell he was drunk due to the way he stood, swaying back and forth. He took the knife and threw it in Heero's direction. This surprised Heero, he never saw a flying knife before but now did. The knife landed straight in his left arm, a gust of pain surrounded Heero as he felt the sting of the blade. The man had a look of satisfaction on his face as he saw Heero's. "Ha, that'll teach you, you little ingrate!" He said as he turned around and walked in a zigzag way due to his drinking.
Heero grabbed the knife and pulled it out. To his amazement there wasn't any blood!
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Tell me what you think about it and if you don't like it give a reason... Please! And Relena will come in the later chapters, and so will the rest of the g-boys and girls.