His Secrets
Zero: well, 'nother chap up... The boy has gone to live with Clair and her family now, and the POVs gonna change, but less frequently...I think...
Heero: Sheesh, not many people seemed ta want to tell HER not to make me an orphan... *glares at everyone*
Zero: *tears up* Heero, you're gonna hate me even more when this things through!
Heero: *mumbles* that possible?
Zero: *nods* pretty sure.
Heero: humph.
Zero: now, c'mon. You can't be mad at ME; I'm the one writing this! *evil grin*
Heero: *shuts up*
Zero: DISCLAIMER- If I owned Heero or anything I do not own in this story, do you think I would be here, letting all you people read it for FREE?? Now that that's cleared up...
~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 2: My Name's Heero~~~~~~~~~~~~
My mom filed for adoption and we got that poor boy out of that...they called it an orphanage? She also sued that place for the whip lashes the owner had given the boy and myself. I still don't know his name and it's been at least a week since he came to live with us. Another strange thing was that, even though he's here to live with us, he can't be my brother. I think it has something to do with his age or his past, but I'm not sure. This whole adoption thing has my brain fried.
Other than the stuff that's been happening, the two of us have been getting along. We stay out of each other's way most of the time, but I usually end up in his room at night, calming him down about this or that. He hardly ever talks, even when he does, he only has one word in his dictionary; "Hn." That's all he ever says! But he understands what we say to him, so I know he's not just dumb.
I've told all my friends about him, but they haven't been able to come over and see him. Mother thinks he needs more time to settle.
I'm kind of pleased he's not as tense when I'm around.
--- The phone rang and Clair stood, walking over to answer it. The boy stayed behind on the chair, watching with a hint of curiosity.
"Hello?" The teen said into the phone. Her expression changed. "Oh, hi!" She nodded at something her friend said, even though that friend couldn't see her. "No way!" (Sorry, I couldn't resist that one! Its.classic) She turned, facing the boy. "He's here, listening in on us." The boy only watched and listened. "Uh-huh. Yeah, see you." She hung up the phone and returned to the couch next to the chair the boy was on, determined to get his name.
They stared at each other, not moving, not blinking.
Finally, Clair broke the silence. "You've been here more than a week now, yet I don't even know your name."
The boy looked away, deep in thought. Clair waited, but he didn't respond.
Clair sighed, giving up. "Well, summer just started. How do you like it here? You'll be going to the tenth grade once break's over." She paused. "You have been to school before, right?"
He looked up, his mouth remained shut, but his eyes told her he loved it here compared to the orphanage. He pondered on the second question, gathering his thoughts, and formed the words, "I've been through the sixth grade," out loud.
Clair stared at him in shock; both from how much school he'd missed and the fact that he'd said a whole sentence.
He looked away, thinking he'd done something wrong again.
---Wow! He's missed all of Jr. High and a year of High School! Will we even be in the same grade?
I get up and walk over to stand in front of him. He doesn't look up. I hook my finger under his chin and force his head up. He looks at me, into my eyes, then. His eyes are his only features that show emotion. He's scared, deep down. There's longing in those deep blue orbs, and a loathing.
Questions surface in my mind. But, I don't need the answers yet. He wants answers, answers to a lot of things in life that I can't answer for him.
I shake my head, slightly embarrassed at getting lost in his eyes like that. He's still sitting there, watching. He seems to do that a lot.
I wonder what he thinks of life, what he wants to do with his. His eyes show everything, one quick glance and I feel pain as my answer, hate. He knows I'm reading him, his emotions, and there's relief now that he didn't have to voice those feelings.
I've always been a quiet girl, but not half as quiet as he is. My being quiet started because my new step-dad had hated my guts. So much so that he ended up leaving. Not that I cared. But, I wonder what happened in the boy's fourteen years. That I can't learn by gazing at him through those perfect eyes.
The silence has lasted enough.
"Hey, do you want to play... video games?"
He blinks and nods slightly. While I get the system ready, he finds his spot in front of the TV and picks up his controller. But he never stops watching me. I figure he's looking into my past, just as I was his, only he can see more through my movements. Maybe I'm just kidding myself. How can two people that just met have a connection like that? How can anyone for that matter?
The game comes up and his eyes dart over to the screen. The game we're playing is among my favorites, Need for Speed-whatever-number-it-is. Our race starts and we are now enemies. He's chosen a solid black car against my custom-made red and black flames car.
Soon, we left the other five cars in the dust. I edge forward, around a turn on the inside, but he blocks me. I run him off the road and get somewhat of a lead on him. But, he gets right back on my tail again.
'Man! Is this guy good!'
Across the finish line, one lap to go. We both manage to miss most of the cones set up on the road. We come to a fork in the road; he goes left, I take the right. My way has no cones to slow me down, but the boy is quite capable of staying in the middle of the road. Both cars have long since passed 100m.p.h. and the finish line comes into view on both sides of the screen again. We pass under it at the exact same time, but I know when I'm defeated.
--- "You won...uh, kid. This is your first time playing this, huh?"
The boy, who kept his eyes on the screen watching the replays, nodded but said, "Tie."
Clair shook her head. "I've been playing this since it came out. Then you show up and tie my score. You win."
He turned to face her and opened his mouth to reply, but she put a finger to his lips, silencing him. He glared and she smiled. "Good game," she said, holding out her hand to him.
He nodded and shook her out-stretched hand.
"Dinner time!"
Clair looked at her watch. "Where did all that time go?"
The boy shrugged and stood, shutting off the game. Clair stood also. They were almost the same height, but Clair was an inch or so taller. Together, they went to dinner.
~~~~~
It was an hour before bedtime and Clair was in his room going over whatever they teach in school these days, preparing him for the start of school. She'd asked her mother about the grade he'd enter and she'd replied saying there'd be a test any tenth-grader could pass and, to get in, he'd have to pass.
Her mother knocked on the door, saying they'd better get to bed. Clair stood to leave and started for the door, but his voice stopped her. "Heero Yuy." She turned. "My name's Heero," he repeated.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~ End
Zero: well, peoples, how'd ya like it?
Heero: Tell her she's got my whole being wrong, before I lose my last strand of sanity!
Zero: *glares*
Heero: *shuts up*
Zero: better. You can talk after this. I don't know what to think about my stories- actually, I do! I think they're junky! - so that's why I ask ya'll to tell me!!!
Heero: *muffled* REVIEW!!!
Zero: well, 'nother chap up... The boy has gone to live with Clair and her family now, and the POVs gonna change, but less frequently...I think...
Heero: Sheesh, not many people seemed ta want to tell HER not to make me an orphan... *glares at everyone*
Zero: *tears up* Heero, you're gonna hate me even more when this things through!
Heero: *mumbles* that possible?
Zero: *nods* pretty sure.
Heero: humph.
Zero: now, c'mon. You can't be mad at ME; I'm the one writing this! *evil grin*
Heero: *shuts up*
Zero: DISCLAIMER- If I owned Heero or anything I do not own in this story, do you think I would be here, letting all you people read it for FREE?? Now that that's cleared up...
~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 2: My Name's Heero~~~~~~~~~~~~
My mom filed for adoption and we got that poor boy out of that...they called it an orphanage? She also sued that place for the whip lashes the owner had given the boy and myself. I still don't know his name and it's been at least a week since he came to live with us. Another strange thing was that, even though he's here to live with us, he can't be my brother. I think it has something to do with his age or his past, but I'm not sure. This whole adoption thing has my brain fried.
Other than the stuff that's been happening, the two of us have been getting along. We stay out of each other's way most of the time, but I usually end up in his room at night, calming him down about this or that. He hardly ever talks, even when he does, he only has one word in his dictionary; "Hn." That's all he ever says! But he understands what we say to him, so I know he's not just dumb.
I've told all my friends about him, but they haven't been able to come over and see him. Mother thinks he needs more time to settle.
I'm kind of pleased he's not as tense when I'm around.
--- The phone rang and Clair stood, walking over to answer it. The boy stayed behind on the chair, watching with a hint of curiosity.
"Hello?" The teen said into the phone. Her expression changed. "Oh, hi!" She nodded at something her friend said, even though that friend couldn't see her. "No way!" (Sorry, I couldn't resist that one! Its.classic) She turned, facing the boy. "He's here, listening in on us." The boy only watched and listened. "Uh-huh. Yeah, see you." She hung up the phone and returned to the couch next to the chair the boy was on, determined to get his name.
They stared at each other, not moving, not blinking.
Finally, Clair broke the silence. "You've been here more than a week now, yet I don't even know your name."
The boy looked away, deep in thought. Clair waited, but he didn't respond.
Clair sighed, giving up. "Well, summer just started. How do you like it here? You'll be going to the tenth grade once break's over." She paused. "You have been to school before, right?"
He looked up, his mouth remained shut, but his eyes told her he loved it here compared to the orphanage. He pondered on the second question, gathering his thoughts, and formed the words, "I've been through the sixth grade," out loud.
Clair stared at him in shock; both from how much school he'd missed and the fact that he'd said a whole sentence.
He looked away, thinking he'd done something wrong again.
---Wow! He's missed all of Jr. High and a year of High School! Will we even be in the same grade?
I get up and walk over to stand in front of him. He doesn't look up. I hook my finger under his chin and force his head up. He looks at me, into my eyes, then. His eyes are his only features that show emotion. He's scared, deep down. There's longing in those deep blue orbs, and a loathing.
Questions surface in my mind. But, I don't need the answers yet. He wants answers, answers to a lot of things in life that I can't answer for him.
I shake my head, slightly embarrassed at getting lost in his eyes like that. He's still sitting there, watching. He seems to do that a lot.
I wonder what he thinks of life, what he wants to do with his. His eyes show everything, one quick glance and I feel pain as my answer, hate. He knows I'm reading him, his emotions, and there's relief now that he didn't have to voice those feelings.
I've always been a quiet girl, but not half as quiet as he is. My being quiet started because my new step-dad had hated my guts. So much so that he ended up leaving. Not that I cared. But, I wonder what happened in the boy's fourteen years. That I can't learn by gazing at him through those perfect eyes.
The silence has lasted enough.
"Hey, do you want to play... video games?"
He blinks and nods slightly. While I get the system ready, he finds his spot in front of the TV and picks up his controller. But he never stops watching me. I figure he's looking into my past, just as I was his, only he can see more through my movements. Maybe I'm just kidding myself. How can two people that just met have a connection like that? How can anyone for that matter?
The game comes up and his eyes dart over to the screen. The game we're playing is among my favorites, Need for Speed-whatever-number-it-is. Our race starts and we are now enemies. He's chosen a solid black car against my custom-made red and black flames car.
Soon, we left the other five cars in the dust. I edge forward, around a turn on the inside, but he blocks me. I run him off the road and get somewhat of a lead on him. But, he gets right back on my tail again.
'Man! Is this guy good!'
Across the finish line, one lap to go. We both manage to miss most of the cones set up on the road. We come to a fork in the road; he goes left, I take the right. My way has no cones to slow me down, but the boy is quite capable of staying in the middle of the road. Both cars have long since passed 100m.p.h. and the finish line comes into view on both sides of the screen again. We pass under it at the exact same time, but I know when I'm defeated.
--- "You won...uh, kid. This is your first time playing this, huh?"
The boy, who kept his eyes on the screen watching the replays, nodded but said, "Tie."
Clair shook her head. "I've been playing this since it came out. Then you show up and tie my score. You win."
He turned to face her and opened his mouth to reply, but she put a finger to his lips, silencing him. He glared and she smiled. "Good game," she said, holding out her hand to him.
He nodded and shook her out-stretched hand.
"Dinner time!"
Clair looked at her watch. "Where did all that time go?"
The boy shrugged and stood, shutting off the game. Clair stood also. They were almost the same height, but Clair was an inch or so taller. Together, they went to dinner.
~~~~~
It was an hour before bedtime and Clair was in his room going over whatever they teach in school these days, preparing him for the start of school. She'd asked her mother about the grade he'd enter and she'd replied saying there'd be a test any tenth-grader could pass and, to get in, he'd have to pass.
Her mother knocked on the door, saying they'd better get to bed. Clair stood to leave and started for the door, but his voice stopped her. "Heero Yuy." She turned. "My name's Heero," he repeated.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~ End
Zero: well, peoples, how'd ya like it?
Heero: Tell her she's got my whole being wrong, before I lose my last strand of sanity!
Zero: *glares*
Heero: *shuts up*
Zero: better. You can talk after this. I don't know what to think about my stories- actually, I do! I think they're junky! - so that's why I ask ya'll to tell me!!!
Heero: *muffled* REVIEW!!!
