The Catch

Chapter 2.

Authors notes: Putting a new chapter up for this AND Silhouettes. I'm still trying to decide.

She remembered him now. She raised her head willingly, and the chills his eyes gave her rattled her spine. Frowning, she lay back onto the rocks, welcoming the steadiness.

Her ribcage rose as she breathed heavily, shaking herself of this feeling. "Why did," the messy haired boy began, although his eyes were locked on her.

"You don't remember?" she asked, sitting up. Her eyes flooded with pain. He squinted, as he shrunk back from her slightly. Something wasn't right. She knew him? He didn't remember her. He was positive he would have remembered her. Several feet away now, he turned away from the girl.

"Heero," she said softly. His eyes snapped to her at the sound of his name. He stared.

"You really don't remember," she said shaking her head, her eyes tearing up. A strange guilt bloomed inside Heero's stomach, as his brain somersaulted.

"I guess I don't," he said finally, cocking his head. She nodded at him, offering a slender hand to him.

He hesitated, his mind screaming. It was as if his muscles disobeyed him, as he let one tan calloused hand travel through the air towards hers.

It was as if he choked all mistrust away, as their hands met. The girl brought her other hand up, clasping his between hers. Her ebony hair flowed behind her, as her violet eyes blinked at him in sorrow.

She closed her eyes, trying desperately. Before his eyes closed, he caught a glimpse of something glowing on her forehead.

Her hips swayed, and her skirt flowed a bit in the breeze, threatening to fly up. The girl turned to him, as cherry blossom petals fell into her hair. She smirked at him, her graceful hands clenching the plaid skirt to her thighs.

Heero felt as if he was there too. He scoffed. Perhaps it was his eyes he was seeing out of.

"Heero Yuy. What a fool. You think for one second, that I would help you?" the girl said, her elegant lips snarling. Heero shuddered. The girl in this vision was the very girl that sat beside him now.

"Rei," he snapped. His body jerked back. He did know her.

The girl looked him up and down, sucking in her lips. She shook her head.

"My duty is to Usagi. Not to you," she said dryly.

"So your going to turn your back now, when Dr. J needs you the most?" he asked bitterly.

"Dr. J ," she said, laughing quietly.

He nodded.

"You think that's what this is about?" She snapped. Heero glared.

"Trowa is dead. And it means nothing to you," she said, her head shaking furiously.

"Rei," he sighed.

"No," she yelled, her tears showing now, "No one was supposed to die Heero."

"And you think I killed him?" he asked angrily. If he couldn't show remorse for his friends death, he could at least prove innocence.

"No technically, Dr. J killed him. Or would you rather blame it on Minako?" she screeched, her hair still flailing.

Heero snorted, "He told you there would be risks. You and the others made that choice. It doesn't concern me."

Rei shook her head, "So you think that, to control fire, maybe, just maybe, let's control Rei first."

Heero glared, "I never tried to control you."

"Kidnapping me? Drugging me and the girls? No, that's not control I guess," Rei snorted, "It's sick." She was within three feet of him now, glaring.

"You want to be the perfect soldier that bad?" Rei asked.

Heero blinked, struggling with himself. Finally he nodded.

"Looks like your not getting the easy out. Your just going to have to try harder," she spat.

"That's right, you have the easy way, you never had to try," he sneered.

Clear amethyst was the last thing he saw before the flames shot towards him. Singing his arm, he ducked, rolling on the ground.

Ha gasped for breath as if he had been drowning. She wasn't holding his hand anymore, and she looked at him with concern. He didn't remember still.

It had to have been him. It was his voice. It was real. He stared at Rei. She looked hopeful, and he blinked blankly.

She sighed, her voice sorrowful, "Of course not. That was just the beginning."