Heero Sandwich

By Lord Raa

Disclaim-me-do: Never get between an Anon and his lewds

Part 2

Heero Yuy gently stirred from his sleep. His instincts told him he was not in his usual bed and a brief flex of his arms told him that he was restrained. He opened an eye for more information.

'I'm in a building… Hospital? Yes, that makes sense, I was shot last night by that idiot with a braid. Wait, how did I get here?' he asked himself. When the pilot noticed a camera, he closed his eyes and pretended to go back to sleep. 'Now is not the time to panic. I'll figure out an escape plan soon enough. I just need to resist their interrogation.'

Maintaining a calm that would impress a Zen monk, Heero reflected on what he remembered from the previous night. One, his plan to destroy his Gundam had failed. Two, that idiot with the braid had attempted to steal it. Three, that same idiot had shot him. The last person who'd shot him had died a painful death. Four, that annoying girl from school, Relena, had been there.

'Was she the reason why I'm in the hospital? Did she save my life?' Heero wondered. 'Why? I warned her that I would kill her if she got too close. Everyone at school knows that I'm strong and not to be trifled with.'

The door opened and a woman walked in. She approached the secured pilot.

"Young man, you need to wake up. We have several questions for you."

Heero remained still, causing the woman to frown. His feigned unconsciousness was his best defence against interrogation.

"I'm Major Sally Po. I need to ask you some questions," the woman said, hoping that introducing herself would help the young man decide that it was safe to respond.

There was no response, but rather than get angry, the Major shook her head. The young man would come around at some point. After leaning in to get a closer look at the restrained youth.

Sally noticed that he had a lean body that highlighted his muscles, and a number of small scars that seemed to suggest his short life had been filled with a number of hardships. A glance at his hands told her that he could handle himself in a fight; she'd seen those callouses on experienced soldiers. His face showed a defiance in its relaxed state, like it was challenging her to try her hand against him. Instinct told the Major that it wasn't arrogance on his face, more of a confidence in his abilities.

"Just who are you, 'Heero Yuy'?"

The door opened and in came a nurse to check up on the patient. Major stepped aside for the young nurse, and noticed a small tube leading from under his bedsheet.

"What's that tube?"

The nurse turned to the soldier. "It's a catheter."

"A what?"

"Catheter," the nurse repeated. "It's to allow patients to pass urine without getting up from their bed. Given that he was unconscious and you're keeping him restrained, it was deemed necessary."

"I see," the Major nodded. "So, when do you think he'll be awake?"

"I couldn't say, but he should be awake soon."

A short while later, instinct cause Heero to stir again, he opened an eye looked at the monitor that displayed a familiar face.

'Not him again….'

The face was speaking, though the sound was off and Heero had to lip-read in order to understand what this irritation wanted.

"¬I see that you've got some control over your heart-rate and brainwaves. Impressive. I'd bet that a guy like you with such controls can read lips.¬"

'Indeed I can,' Heero thought. He rolled his eyes to show that he wanted this fellow Gundam pilot to hurry up and make his point.

"¬I'm going to get you out of here. Stand by.¬"

At the hospital reception desk, Relena was not having much success with the staff in her attempts to visit Heero.

"No visitors? He's that hurt?"

"Sorry," the receptionist replied.

As Relena turned sadly around, her attention was drawn to a woman in a military uniform standing a metre or so away.

"You must be the girl who brought him in."

"Who are you?"

"I'm Major Sally and if you'd like to follow me, I can help you."

Relena frowned for a moment, but agreed to accompany the Major to visit Heero.

When they were in the elevator, Major Sally asked Relena's name.

"Relena Darlian."

"As in Vice-Foreign Minister Darlian?"

"I'm his disobedient daughter," Relena said petulantly.

"Is everything alright, Relena?"

"I… It was my birthday party yesterday and my father had to leave early."

Sally nodded in understanding. It wouldn't have been the first time a daughter had missed her father's presence in her formative years and acted out. "So, what can you tell me about Heero Yuy?"

"Quite a lot," Relena lied. "We are classmates, after all."

"Really?" the Major asked, hope rising that she could get some answers about the mysterious young man. "So, what was he doing last night for him to be shot?"

"I… Well, he was…" As the younger woman stalled for time, an explosion rocked the building.

In the room where Heero Yuy was being held, a large hole in the wall appeared, courtesy of the shaped charge from Duo Maxwell.

"It's a jailbreak!" the long-haired pilot declared. He rushed over to the bed and started to fumble with the straps.

A hand attached to a bloodied forearm reached down. "Give me your knife and I'll cut the straps."

Duo looked at the arm in amazement. "You've got some guts, pal."

Heero said nothing as he was handed the knife and freed himself. Gritting his teeth, he pulled out the catheter. It was a pain he'd never experienced before and never wanted to experience it again.

"Ouch…" Duo winced when he saw where the clear plastic tube was being removed from. After averting his eyes, he spoke again. "Look, take this parachute and jump out the window."

"Hmm…" was Heero's reply as he looked at the backpack that had been handed to him. He looked at the blade and how his rescuer was open for an attack. 'He did shoot you. If he hadn't done that, you wouldn't have had to come here. If you hadn't come here, they wouldn't have shoved that tube up you. A quick thrust to the spine will be enough. Don't even have to twist it to punish him.'

He was about to follow up on his urge for vengeance when the door burst open and that Major who'd been waiting for him to wake up and Relena ran in.

"Heero!"

'Not her again… She's so annoying.'

"Time to go, Heero!" the long-haired pilot declared as he jumped out the window to freedom.

Heero was tempted to jump out the window without the parachute. Death would be a nice break from the unpleasantness of his past few days. That said, he did feel a little guilty about leaving his Gundam intact and his mission incomplete.

"What are you doing, Heero?" Relena asked.

"Debating the merits of falling to my death," the Gundam pilot answered truthfully.

Major Sally stepped closer to Heero. "Young man, Heero Yuy, you don't have to do that."

"You're quite right. I could open an artery right here," the calm young man said, showing the two women his knife and a forearm.

"Please don't do that," Relena begged. "I…"

Heero looked over the two and nodded. In the blink of an eye, he crossed the gap to Relena and held the blade to her throat. "Now, I believe that you want me to get out of here safely. It wouldn't do for me to fall and plunge this blade into her neck or heart, would it?"

Major Sally Po swallowed nervously. Heero had an excellent point; heads would roll if the Vice-Foreign Minister's daughter was killed in this hostage situation.

Relena looked calm as the boy held her close to use her as a human shield. "H-Heero, we can talk about what you want."

"I want to get out of here. We're going to take a walk and no-one is going to bother us."

"But…."

"I have done nothing wrong. I was shot, imprisoned without charge, sexually assaulted and nearly blown up."

"S-sexually assaulted?" the younger woman asked. Her mind started to ponder the situation. Had Heero been assaulted before? Was he used to this sort of thing? Was it why he was so distant and uncaring?

"What else would you call having a tube shoved up your dick?" Heero answered. "I didn't ask for that."

"We can talk about this, Heero," Sally insisted. "You don't have to threaten Relena."

"Are you offering yourself up as a hostage?"

"Yes."

"Come here then. Relena, take her sidearm."

'Heero is so manly when he's like this…' Relena thought as she did as ordered. "Where do you want this gun?"

"Keep it pointed at the Major, the three of us are walking out of here," Heero instructed.

On the ground, Duo Maxwell was waiting for Heero to jump from the building.

"Did he get hurt? I didn't hear any shots."

As the window of opportunity for escape on his boat was starting to close, Duo considered just how long he could afford to wait for Heero. There was a commotion as several police cars raced to the scene.

'Damn it…. I can't wait any longer. You're on your own, Heero.'

The journey down the stairwell happened in relative silence. Heero was a man of few words; Relena trying to rationalise how she felt about the dangerous, yet alluring young man who held a knife to her throat and Sally was formulating an escape plan for her and Relena.

"They're going to be looking for the three of us," Sally said as the trio reached the exit for the third floor. "They'll be looking to account for everyone in the building."

"OK, so we'll put the weapons down and walk out of here like normal people," Relena suggested.

"You both know too much," Heero said.

The door below them opened and a number of people filed out in a hurried but orderly fashion.

The Major reacted quickly. "If you kill us, you'll draw more attention and you won't be able to escape," she offered.

"…" the Gundam pilot didn't like it, but Sally was right. "Fine, go ahead without us, I need to talk to Relena first."

Relena's heart started to race. "H-Heero?"

When they were alone, Heero lowered the blade and turned his human shield to face him. He placed his right hand over her throat and applied pressure. It was hard enough to give the girl difficulty breathing and leave a hand-shaped mark, but not enough to do any permanent damage.

"Remember that to kill you, all I have to do is squeeze," Heero growled. He dropped his hand from the girl's windpipe. "Keep. Your. Distance."

Relena whimpered softly as the most dangerous person she knew walked away as if their encounter was passing each other in the street and not a threat of violence if she got too close to him.

"Heero… I'm yours to do with as you please…" the brunette whispered, half-hoping that he would hear her and take her up on her offer.

The sounds of people filing out of the building shook her from her reverie and she followed the stream of evacuees to the street.

Heero Yuy had managed to get to the beach without any trouble. The crowds surrounding the hospital were more focused on helping the sick and injured than they were on the likes of him. As far a he was concerned, Major Po and Relena Darlian were not going to bother him for a while and that just meant he could complete his mission with greater efficiency.

When he reached the shoreline, he noticed that a figure dressed in a familiar dark outfit and hat was looking in his direction. Realising that this was his best chance to recover his Gundam, he waved at the boat and started to wade into the water. It had been a while since he last swam, but it was not a skill that he'd lost thanks to that amphibious combat training course he'd taken.

As Heero started his front crawl towards the boat, he idly pondered just where to place the charges to scupper the vessel with a minimal amount of plastic explosives. He allowed himself a small smile as he entertained the thought of that irritating boy drowning amidst the twisted steel hull.

Duo Maxwell watched the figure of Heero Yuy start swimming towards his boat.

'That absolute madman,' he thought as the lithe figure appeared to pull himself forward against the local currents.

There was something unsettling about the other Gundam pilot. It wasn't that he lacked charm or warmth, as Duo knew many people who could not be described as "people persons" and he was able to work with them. It wasn't that Heero was a soldier, as Duo was one himself.

No, it was something else.

Then it occurred to him.

"Serial killer… That guy's like a serial killer!"

"What's that, kid?" one of boat's crew asked.

"Nothing. Just… that… How can I put it? You see that guy swimming towards us?"

"Yeah."

"There's something not right about him," Duo said. "He's a Gundam pilot, but I don't know about him. Tell everyone to keep their distance from him. Not give him the cold shoulder, just let him do his thing away from everyone else."

"Gotcha."

Ten minutes later, Heero was being pulled upwards onto the deck of the boat.

"What took you so long?" Duo asked with a grin.

"Had to take care of something," Heero replied tersely. "You recovered the Gundams yet?"

"We're about to start. Jeez, what's it take for you to take a day off work?"

"Sorry. I've been in a bit of a bad mood since you shot me," the antisocial pilot replied.

"It wasn't a serious wound," Duo scoffed.

Heero's eyes narrowed for a moment, then he pulled out the knife he'd used to cut himself free from the table. "Here's your knife back. It's a nice blade, but you're not very good at sharpening it."

The long-haired pilot rolled his eyes. "And I suppose that you're a master at preparing every weapon?"

"No, just better than you."

The two youths stared at each other, willing the other to back away first. Fortunately for them, one of the crew called out and interrupted their contest by telling them that they were on top of the Gundams.

"I think we got off on the wrong foot," Duo said. "I'm Duo Maxwell."

"Heero Yuy, but you knew that. I don't like you. You're too loud and obnoxious. You also shot me and because of that, they shoved a tube up my dick. But you did help me escape and recover my Gundam so we're even."

'At least he's not trying anything…' Duo shook his head. "Alright, Heero Yuy, we're even."

Outside the hospital, Relena was repeating her version of what had happened to her to the press.

"It was a terrorist incident," she said sadly. "To think that a hospital would be a target like that…"

"Do you know what the terrorist wanted?"

"I think it was to do with the explosion in the Marina yesterday. The military had a suspect in custody, but the terrorist attacked to free their comrade," Relena said, spinning a tale that would impress a writer of TV dramas. "One fled through the window with some kind of device, I didn't see it very clearly, so can't describe it to you properly, sorry."

"And the other?"

"He… he was the one that grabbed me by the throat," the girl said. Emotion was creeping into her voice, just not the emotion the reporter thought. "I… I'm sorry, but to be manhandled like that was like nothing else I'd ever experienced."

"I'm sorry, Miss Darlian," the reporter apologised for stirring up trauma in a teenaged girl.

The camera zoomed into to get an a close up of the hand-shaped mark on Relena's throat. It looked like it had been mere millimetres from ending her life.

"It's alright. I will wear it as mark of pride. I may be a teenage girl, but I will not be cowed by terrorists," Relena said defiantly.

"Do you think you were targeted because of who your father is?"

"I… I wouldn't know, I couldn't say. Now, I h-have to go."

"Thank you, Miss Relena Darlian."

As she entered her home, Relena winced at the reaction from her parents, Harry and Mareen.

"Relena, are you alright?" Mareen asked she rushed to her daughter.

"I'm fine, Mother."

"Relena…" Harry said, embracing his daughter protectively. When he felt sure that she was reassured, he took a step back and held her at arm's length. "Relena, what happened?"

"I… was visiting someone at the hospital when a terrorist attacked."

"Is your friend alright?" the bearded man asked.

"Yes. They're fine." Relena's answer was deliberately vague about the identity of the person she was visiting.

"I… I can't believe that you got injured because of me," Harry said, tears forming in his eyes. "I'll draw up my resignation letter now."

"No, father," Relena insisted. "We don't know what they wanted. I might have just been in the wrong place at the wrong time. The authorities are searching for the terrorists as we speak, I'm sure that they'll bring them to justice."

The married Darlians were unconvinced. Mareen took a deep breath. "But what about your throat, Relena?"

"I'm fine, Mother, we Darlians are made of sterner stuff than the average person. It will heal in a day or two and a few red marks to show that I will not change my life because of a few thugs with knives is a small price to pay for reassuring the public."

Harry gave a forced smile before turning to his wife. He knew that they had to tell Relena the truth about her heritage one day, but today?

When Mareen shook her head, Harry nodded in understanding. Today had been traumatic enough for Relena without her having to learn about her adoption as well.

"Relena, I'm going on a trip soon and in order to keep you safe, I want you to come with me."

Relena was torn. It was some time with her father, though it would probably end up with them going out to dinner on one evening on this trip, but it was also time away from Heero. Not that she knew what Heero was up to or if she would even see him again.

What she did know was that she wanted to see him again. Preferably without other people around her. They wouldn't understand or approve of their relationship. They'd see it as something dangerous or improper and make her parents intervene. Whereas Relena knew it was something so very different, a pure love where he would claim her like the prize she was and she would submit to the strength of the most dangerous man she knew in order to satisfy his needs.

"I insist you go with your father, Relena."

In the contest of heart versus head, head won out this time. It would also get her away from school. The fussing over her from her friends would get tedious when they saw the mark on her throat.

"Very well, Father. Mother, I… I think I need to talk to you in private."

Harry's eyes widened as his mind went to the worst case scenario. "D-did…"

"No, Father, it's not about today, it's about… feelings…"

The bearded man calmed down and nodded. He let out a sigh of relief. "Well, you know if you need us, we'll help you as best we can, Relena."

"Thank you, Father. Now, I think I should take some time to have a bath to relax and gather my thoughts," the young Darlian smiled. It would give her a chance to think about Heero while she was naked again.

Relena was now feeling quite relaxed. Her fingers had played a great part in this as she fantasised about Heero Yuy. He had been a regular feature of her dreams since she'd met the mysterious young man a few days ago.

Dreams that had varied from a traditional encounter where he would be a gentleman that her parents approved of thanks to his skills and manners to him breaking into her house and stealing her away to have his way with her in his sex dungeon.

'Today was the first time he touched me…' the Darlian daughter mused. Sure, it had been in a violent manner, leaving a mark on her throat as a warning that she should stay away from him, but surely that was just him playing hard to get.

Heero was a dangerous young man, one that Relena knew she couldn't hope to defeat in a fight. If he wanted something from her, she would have no chance to fend him off.

So why didn't he want her?

Relena looked at her reflection. She was attractive, with her good hair and bone structure. She was kind and popular with both boys and girls. Her figure was feminine and she came from a good family that had a lot of money. In summary, Relena Darlian was the best option in a field of excellent choices.

But what kind of person did Heero want? He was handsome enough to have his choice of women, but he treated everyone with a disdain that suggested he was bored with them and their antics. Heero was the epitome of the serious young man.

"Can he even relax?" Relena asked herself with a sigh. There was a knock on the door. "Come in."

Mareen Darlian entered with a tray of small sandwiches and a pot of tea.

"I thought you could do with a light snack rather than a full dinner," Mareen smiled. "You need to eat something, but if it's too rich, you'll feel sick."

Relena nodded. Her mother was wise.

"So, what was it that you wanted to talk to me about?"

"I… I think I like a boy at school. But how do I know if it's love or just a crush? And if it is love, how do I get him to notice me?"

Mareen nodded as she poured two cups of tea. "Well, that's good question. I went through the same thing when I was your age. There were a number handsome young men at my university. All of them would have made fine boyfriends."

"So how did you decide on Father?" Relena asked as she reached for a cucumber sandwich.

"That's a story for another time," the older woman said diplomatically. Her daughter didn't need to know about that time in her life and her membership of certain clubs. Certainly not at the age of 15. "But as for helping make that decision, I got to know these better."

That was another diplomatically worded phrase. Certain social gatherings had played a part of her unmarried life. The preferred term was "masquerade." "Masked balls" were another kind of function. Though, certainly not an unpleasant evening if they were hosted, and indeed, hoisted, correctly.

Regardless of her own actions, it wasn't appropriate for Relena to attend such social functions.

"You should spend time with the boy. Maybe have lunch with him at school so you can get to know him, find out his interests. You may find that you have nothing in common, or worse still, he doesn't like you. Doing this would stop you from wasting time and effort."

Relena blinked. Could it be that Heero didn't like her? That his words really were him telling her to leave him alone?

Mareen observed the change in her daughter's expression. "You're not sure if he likes you. Well, you should invite him to lunch at school. Just the two of you at the table, but with others around."

"What if he says no? He's not nearly as friendly as the other boys at school."

"He might not be able to make it before you have to leave with your father, but if he outright declines, then he's not worth your time, Relena. It's as simple as that," Mareen said as she rose to leave the room. "Chasing after a boy who isn't willing to have lunch with you is only going to lead pain and heartache."

"Thank you, Mother," Relena nodded. Heero did seem to be quite busy, so just saying "now or never" wouldn't work with him. "I think I know how to proceed."

"That's good to hear. Now, get some rest, you've had quite the day."

Heero was working on his Gundam in silence. His fingers flew over the keyboard, making a pleasant noise that enabled him to focus on his task at hand. It was helping him find a rhythm.

What wasn't helping was the incessant talking from that idiot with the long braided hair.

"You need parts!"

Heero looked down at Duo, who'd just climbed up on the Wing Gundam. "What are you talking about now?"

"You need parts, even the best mechanics in the world need parts to fix things!" The talkative pilot said, taking a seat on the mobile suit.

"Are you going to comment on wet nature of water, too?"

"What?" Duo asked. "Was that sarcasm?"

"Does it matter?"

"Well, yeah! It means you're not a machine!" Deathscythe's pilot said, jumping to his feet.

Heero took a deep breath. 'Maybe I should have killed him at the hospital when I had the chance…' "I understand sarcasm and I am familiar with irony. Now, if you're not going to be quiet, go away."

Duo sighed in defeat. "Fine, I'll leave you alone."

The following morning, Duo noticed that Heero's Gundam was up and moving.

"He did it… He fixed his Gundam in a single night!"

Duo was amazed that one, Heero had been able to keep going through the night, and two, he'd managed to repair his complicated mobile suit without any parts.

Just as the Wing Gundam took off, one of the mechanics shouted for Duo's attention. "He taken the parts from this Gundam!"

"What?" the long-haired youth asked as he turned to see what the technicians were talking about.

Deathscythe had been cannibalised for parts, with the head now disconnected. "That traitor!"

Inside his cockpit, Heero laughed as the mobile suit changed into Bird Mode and sped away.

At school, Heero Yuy was conspicuous by his absence. This scuppered Relena's plan to ask him to lunch.

Most of the student population were starting to wonder about the mysterious transfer student and as such, several rumours were starting to circulate.

The first rumour to be spread was that Heero had been killed during the terrorist attack on the hospital. Relena had quashed that one herself with an embellishment about having seen him since.

Next off the rumour mill was the notion that Heero had actually been arrested for his cruel treatment of Relena. Many of the students lacked a full understanding of the law and believed that Relena's father could have someone arrested for mistreating his daughter.

But the best, most popular rumour was that Heero was actually a spy of some kind. There was evidence to support this, given Heero had skills that his classmates lacked, like his aptitude at horse-riding and fencing, and he tried to keep people away, as if he was in position of many secrets.

It was the one that Relena considered the most realistic. Heero was a man capable of violence and he valued his privacy more than anything else.

"Was Heero ever going to be 'the Spy Who Loved Me'?" the young Darlian lamented when she learned that the object of her obsession wasn't attending school that day. Taking a deep breath the brunette suppressed her disappointment and informed the school that she would be taking a leave of absence for a few days to attend a trip with her father.

To be continued…

No naughtiness in this installment, but there may be some next time.