Sorry. That is all I can really say to any who have waited for this to be updated. I also apologize for how short it is, but I'm quite sure they will be longer. I'm more or less making it up on the spot, and then reviewin it and seeing if I like where it's going. I've matured greatly over the past two years, so the style may be different. But I promise that it will still be good. (I hope, that it will be good in your opinions). I find myself marveling over this chapter and enjoying where it is going. Do not fret, the fantasmical sci-fi tones of this fic shall return with a vengeance one I get back into the swing of this story. I will do my best now that I do believe the stress and drama of my teenage life is dying down and I can settle back into the world of writing.
Enjoy.
Master...
Sire...
Dark Lord...
The voices had become annoying little whispers in his head, something obnoxious that he didn't feel like listening to. But of course, when one wills something unpleasant away, it seems to take up more of one's forethought.
"Get lost you irritating freaks!" He spat angrily, the lights in the room dimming and flickering before going back to their bright cheery glow.
The voices cackled and the man sat on the bed, hands on his head, rubbing at his temples. Those damnable voices mocked and teased him over and over and over, driving him mad with what they would tell him.
Oh how you love blue don't you master?
Yes... But you don't remember do you?
Their laughter, their jeering at his non-existant memories. He hated these things so much. He wanted to be free of these bitter monsters, be rid of their obnoxious presence. But of course, the more one bit's it gone, the more the bidden stay.
The man sighed and laid back, staring up at the ceiling and enjoying the soft noises of the city just outside of his small cell.
"Just you wait, I'll remember. Then I can be free." He thought, looking at the hexes on the windows and doors. "Just you wait..."
A blaring alarm made cobalt eyes open slowly as the latest nightmare faded to the back of his mind. He'd grown used to them, but the endlessness of it all still bugged him. He could remember all those nights he'd spent screaming in pain. All of the hours of lonliness and the endless echoing of a small smile.
Violet eyes.
Heero groaned and sighed, sitting up and slamming his large hand on the off button. "I no more want to be up today, then I have in the years behind." He murmured to himself, amuing his mind as usual with his odd speaking patterns. Something had tipped his mind just that much, but his friends found it more comforting when they heard the strange sspeech patterns then when he would drop into strait, flat, monotonous japanese that made them all shudder.
The brunette shrugged and stretched, sighing as he popped bones and stood, scratching at the random spot that never really itched, but he always felt he should scratch.
"Heero, do you feel like joining me and Trowa for work today?" A blonde man's head popped in through the wall and the asian man shook his head.
"I'd find it more simple-mindingly comforting to wander the parks of nature this day." He murmured and the blonde nodded, smiling slightly before dissappearing back into the hall on the otherside as the man began to go through his morning routine.
"A full day of pleasure awaits me in the falling leaves." He mumbled while he tugged on his shoes, his body wonderfully clean of the nights clinging sludge. "How long shall I tamper with the flows of peace?" He wondered aloud and looked over at his clock, thinking over the times before setting a schedule and quietly walked down to the first floor and out onto the nearly empty streets.
The birds chirper in a pleasant manner as he walked along, finally reaching his favorite park when he saw a small building that hadn't been there the week before. Something strange in his park, something he didn't appreciate muuch.
"Thoust deseased mine all." Heero grunbled as he walked past, his peaceful mood now ruined as he continued to walk and mutter random nothingness to himself, the few people not ignoring the world via headphones eyeing him oddly when they caught him muttering and pacing around in one small square of the sidewalk before he shift in the tone of his mutterings and migrate to a square. Sometimes they were close to the one he'd just been in or he'd end up on the other end of the park.
He spent the day in the park, doing his favorite things of thinking and moving, which made him happy and helped him forget or accept his nightmares, before he sudden;y stopped, mid sentence and whipped strait in the opposit direction and marched crisply through the park and to a nearby deli, the young asian woman flirting with him as she made him his favorite meal of chicken and wushu han sweet sauce. His mouth was already full of saliva from the mere thought of the food, his stomache rumbling at the thought of having the wonderful treat inside of him in a moment made him very happy.
"Trowa..." Quatre murmured softly as they patrolled the city together, on the watch for ghouls. "When should we take down Heero's barrier?" He murmured while the brunette sighed, giving him a suffering look.
"Quatre, he'll break completely if we ever did that. We can't do that to the poor kid, I mean, look at how happy and peaceful he is. He doesn't find anything wrong with his situation."
"But we've basically mentally handicapped him! He mutters odd things that make nearly no sense at all, paces for hours at the park every day and cries at random moments!" The blonde looked up at his lover with pleading eyes. "It's wrong! He doesn't realize this, but the old Heero-"
"The old Heero would be dead, or in a comotose state right now Quatre." The banged man snapped, making the blonde flinch. "Those memories are painful and something he simply cannot handle, something he will not handle. He's out friend, and i don't want to see him suffer."
"Making him stupid is like another form of torture! He's barely developed over the age of fourteen in his mind! His intellectual side is suffering!" Quatre sighed as Trowa easily ignored him, knowing that no matter how many times Quatre hashed out this argument, nothing would change for Heero.
NOTES:
Not gonna lie, didn't think I'd ever try to write again while in high school. But after having the heartening knowledge that some one would favorite this piece even though it was stumbling at first, I'm rather grateful. I can't give time stamps on posts, I cannot promise multitudes of posts. But I promise to continue this. i may or may not continue the others, or i may only post more. Writer's block is one of my eternal vice's. ^^; Thank you for reading. Any comments, critiques, or pleasant chatter accepted.