Heero Sandwich
By Lord Raa
Disclaim-me-do: If your date has a problem with the colour of your genitals after getting close enough to see them, it probably wasn't going to work out anyway.
Part 4
Relena was finally coming down for her euphoric high after the school's party. Her friends had suspected something had happened with Heero during the school party, but every time they tried to ask something, they recalled what she'd been through recently.
Getting caught up in the attack on the hospital, the death of her father, the transfer of Heero Yuy and now the attack on the school all were starting to take their toll on Relena.
Though if she was honest, the biggest loss in Relena's life was the departure of Heero Yuy.
The mysterious young man had left no trace in the school computer system, causing many rumours to circulate. Not that Relena cared. She knew more than the others, but felt it was important to keep Heero's secrets as best she could. Though a small part of her brain did suggest that if she told people about him, he'd have to return, if only to silence her.
'Would Heero grant me one last request before he killed me?' Relena asked herself with a sigh as she looked out of the window.
If it hadn't been for Heero's insistence that she take them away with her, Relena would have given her panties to Heero as a memento of their time together. Only after he'd gone she'd learned from the trashy novel she was reading by D'Iscarica that the gift of used underwear was being used as a motivator for the hero to return to the heroine.
Relena had read a number of romance novels before, ranging from twee school romance some of the younger students at her school loved to more lurid texts that were aimed at a much older audience.
Ivor Biggun was the best writer she'd encountered, but his work often left her with confused feelings. Complex characterisation was nothing new, but the level of moral ambiguity in some of the protagonists often made her wonder if she should be enjoying the stories.
On the other end of the literature scale was the works of D'Iscarica. A writer with prose so purple it practically stained the reader's eyes. Rumour had it that the work of D'Iscarica was illegal in the Sanc Kingdom and several colonies, and printed copies could only be read through a mirror in other countries.
Relena was doubtful of the veracity of those tales, but the schools computers refused to search for any reference to the author and she'd had to smuggle in a digital copy on a burner tablet, one that couldn't be traced to anyone and would self destruct if the right code was put in.
Colonel Treize Khushrenada was not a man to make rash decisions when it came to assigning tasks. His keen mind had considered many possible options for the necessary role in his plans and came to the conclusion that Lieutenant Marquise was the man he needed to fulfil his goals.
Lieutenant Zechs Marquise was a man on the up in the United Earth Sphere Alliance military. He was a skilled mobile suit pilot, a fine commander of troops and he was a member of the elite Specials. But perhaps the most important part of Zechs' profile was that he was a man capable of seeing the bigger picture and understanding the political landscape.
It was a combination that made him an important part of Treize Khushrenada's plans for a better future. Treize had confided in him certain elements of his plan.
There is no doubt that Zechs would have liked to know more of the details, but he knew that the secrecy was important and Zechs was a good soldier who didn't ask certain questions. And what he didn't know, he couldn't reveal.
Zechs understood the reasons for his assignment to the Lake Victoria base. The Specials had only a few troops in that area and he was one of the best mobile suit pilots on the planet. Even in a standard Leo, Zechs was worth ten men in better suits.
The masked man was in his office when he received a phone call from one of his subordinates.
"What is it, Otto?"
"¬Sir… It's…¬" the soldier struggled to get his breath back, having run to the phone. "¬I've found an old mobile suit in one of the storage areas. I… I know, an old mobile suit in storage on a military base, but this… this is special. You have to come to Hangar 18 to see it for yourself, Sir.¬"
"A special mobile suit?" the Lieutenant mused. Otto was not the sort of man to waste a superior officer's time with nonsense or trivialities. "I'll come down right away. Thank you for bringing this to my attention, Otto."
"¬My pleasure, Sir.¬"
Zechs placed the phone back on its cradle. He thought for a moment and picked it up again. "Noin, what are you doing right now? Are you available to come to Hangar 18 at the moment?"
"¬I was about to ask if you wanted to come to lunch, Sir. But if it's important, we can go to the hangar first.¬"
Hangar 18 was one of the least used buildings on the Victoria base. It had the disadvantage of being further away than the others and had a weird aura about it. Not that the senior staff on site believed in ghosts, but some of the more superstitious personnel thought that it would be best to leave it alone for as long as possible.
There had been rumours of a curse on the building, with a number of exaggerated tales of technicians being hurt in freak accidents, but it was the time the toilet backed up with an unholy stench that caused it to be considered an area where people didn't need to go.
And so, it had long been that way until an officer called Otto had decided to inspect the structure.
There had been some debate about why Otto had decided to explore the base. He was bored, he was looking for something to sell on the black market, he was looking for somewhere he could avoid being volunteered for certain duties. Regardless of his reasons, Otto had found something that he wanted Zechs Marquise to know about.
That thing was an experimental mobile suit.
Zechs, Noin and Otto stood in front of the parts of the incomplete mobile suit.
"That thing is huge," Zechs noted. The suit was in pieces on the ground, but it was clear that it would tower above a standard Leo unit.
"I found some records on it, Sir," Otto replied. "It seems that it's a prototype mobile suit."
"Prototype?" Noin repeated.
"Yes, Ma'am. According to the notes I was able to read through, the designers determined that it had too much power for to be used properly, so they scaled back elements of it to create the Leo."
"Zechs, do you think it came from the same team who made the Gundams?"
"There's no doubt about it, Noin. Otto, can you rebuild it?"
Otto stood to attention. "My team can rebuild anything, Sir. We'll work night and day to get this operational for you."
"Excellent work, Otto," Zechs smiled.
Heero Yuy frowned when he saw the alarm indicate an open hatch on the transport aircraft he was stealing. Grabbing his pistol, he headed back to deal with this latest annoyance.
It was then that he saw Duo Maxwell climb out of his Gundam.
"Duo!" Heero growled. He was very tempted to put three rounds into Duo's skull there and then.
"So you remembered my name!" the long-haired pilot smirked. "I'll finish the pre-flight checks and you can load up your Gundam."
Heero felt his urge to kill rising, but he realised that now was not the time for such things. Besides, Duo could be killed in his sleep without any trouble. "Alright," he said, putting his gun away.
The attack on the New Edwards base would go down in history as a master class in the power of information during war. From the erroneous knowledge that the leaders of the OZ organisation were going to be there, to the killing of the United Earth Sphere Alliance High Command.
Heero Yuy had realised his mistake and his mind went blank. It wasn't the killing that had caused this current cognitive stall, there had been days when he'd ended more lives of mobile suit pilots before breakfast. No, it was the fact that he'd been given questionable intel.
Questionable intel came in many forms and had been the bane of soldiers since the dawn of warfare. From not knowing the battlefield conditions to underestimates of the enemy's strength, a lack of knowledge resulted in the deaths of soldiers. And one of the things that upset Heero the most about this intel was the fact that there were four other Gundams on Earth.
Had he known about them, he could have planned his missions better. Disrupted OZ operations away from them, forced OZ to spread their efforts across the globe. But now they knew about each other. What next? Would Duo ask them all to dinner?
Heero's shudder at the thought of interacting with four chatterboxes roused him in time to see an alert telling him he had an incoming message.
"What now? Yes, what is it?"
"¬This is Major Sally Po, I need you, Heero Yuy.¬"
"What?"
"¬I mean, I need you to disable the detonation device on the missiles,¬" the Major said, feeling a little embarrassed at her slip. She hadn't meant for her words to sound lustful, but the thought of Heero Yuy crawling along on his hands and feet, his shirt riding up to reveal his six-pack abs had just bypassed her filter.
"Missiles? Right, yeah, disabling them. Where do I need to go?" Heero asked.
"¬I'm sending you the information now.¬"
Major Sally Po was feeling more than a little embarrassed by her lack of professionalism. She'd practised the words before she called Heero on the radio.
It was just that the thought of him getting all dirty and sweaty as he saved everyone's life by crawling along, his pert buttocks attracting attention became very distracting.
The fact that all of the medical data on him had shown him to be healthy and robust had also brought focus to his heritage. Judging from the physical examination, it appeared that his lineage was a good one, genetically speaking, at least.
Could someone like Heero Yuy, a prime physical specimen, be the result of a random throw of the genetic dice? The colonies had some advanced technologies, so the idea of a scientist starting a breeding programme to survive better in space wasn't beyond the realm of possibility.
Unfortunately, there seemed to be very little available data to support such a theory and there were still some strict rules on the genetic engineering of humans.
So on the assumption that Heero wasn't the product of illegal genetic modification, that left him being the winning result in the genetic lottery. At the age of 27, Sally Po decided that such good fortune and potential must not go to waste.
The only downside to this plan was the coup d'etat that OZ was currently executing meant that she would have to go into hiding with Heero to have their children. And without Heero, the fight against OZ was doomed to failure.
It was quite the dilemma for Sally.
"But there are four other Gundams…" she mused. "And it's not like Heero needs to be around all of the time. And it would give him something to fight for…"
It was wrong. It was devious. It was selfish.
It was also the best way for her to get what she craved.
It was Major Sally Po's chosen course of action.
Heero had prevented the missiles from detonating with less that two seconds to spare. He was annoyed with himself at being used by OZ. Fortunately, he was able to escape in the Wing Gundam before having to talk to Duo or the other pilots.
To Heero Yuy, solitude was great. It meant that people weren't likely to attack you in person or talk to you about inane things like fashion or music. Being alone suited him very well. It allowed him to collect his thoughts and focus on important things.
And so, it was with great sadness that when he returned from the mission at New Edwards base, he had to enrol in a local school. Being the mysterious transfer student was beginning to get tiresome, but it was less hassle than the alternative right now.
At least, that was what Heero thought until he saw a familiar face smile at him from outside the basketball court.
"Hi there," Duo Maxwell greeted cheerfully.
Heero sighed. "What are you doing here?"
"Attending school. It is what kids our age are supposed to do, right?" the long-haired pilot smirked. "Don't worry about it, it'll be fun."
"Fun? I'm not here for fun."
"Don't worry about it, Heero. Relax a little!" Duo insisted. "You'll burn out if you keep going without a break."
"Burn out… Yes, setting myself on fire seems like a good idea right now."
"What?"
Heero pointed to the limousine that pulled up to the school gates.
"Who's that?"
"With my luck, it could only one person," the short-haired pilot said, trying to keep his frustration under control.
The limousine's driver opened the rear door and out stepped Relena Darlian to contrasting reactions. The assembled crowd were amazed that the most famous girl in the world had appeared at their school.
Duo was impressed that she'd managed to track down Heero so quickly. "Wow, she's not your average chick."
Heero just wanted to be left alone.
"Hello, Heero," Relena said with a smile.
"Relena."
The rest of the student body went into to rumour overload. Heero Yuy, the mysterious and, quite frankly, surly transfer student knew Relena Darlian? They half expected the affable and talkative Duo Maxwell to be friends with Relena. Duo seemed to be friends with everyone.
Well, everyone except Heero Yuy, that was. Heero didn't like people.
Some of the seniors at the school felt he was being rude and so they attempted to correct his attitude. This plan backfired when he beat the crap out of them without breaking a sweat.
"Heero, I wanted to talk to you."
The crowd were amazed that a young woman like Relena Darlian, a princess in all but name who was blessed with looks, money and influence would want something, anything to do with Heero Yuy.
Then it dawned on some of the students. Heero was like this because of a break-up with Relena.
Heero looked across the student body and felt a rage burn inside his belly. 'Idiots, the lot of them. Don't they realised what a pain Relena Darlian is? She keeps acting weird and getting in the way of my missions!'
After taking a moment to calm himself, Heero gestured for Relena to follow him to a more secluded part of the school grounds.
"Relena, make it quick."
"H-Heero… I…" Relena fumbled for words. She'd spent the journey to the school practising what to say and now, she couldn't find the words to tell the boy in front of her what she wanted.
Part of this was Relena's upbringing. It wouldn't do for a woman of her social standing to casually mention that she wanted the man in front of her to whisk her off to a hotel room for a marathon love-making session.
Another part of it was the fact that Heero Yuy intimidated her. He could make her stop in her tracks with a mere look and if he scowled at her in just the right way, it made her throat dry and her panties wet.
"I…"
"Relena, you're causing trouble for the school," Heero chided. His eyes flicked over to where they were being watched by the rest of the student body.
"Sorry, Heero, I just needed to see you again."
The pilot was unimpressed, but not angry.
"Are… are you still planning to kill me?"
"Relena, you're a massive headache for me. Not one day goes by without me thinking I would be better off without having met you and if there weren't so many witnesses, I'd twist your head off like a bottle top."
Relena swallowed. Heero was being his usual brutally honest self. He could easily kill her and part of her wanted to die at his hands. "I… I think I'd like that."
"Why?"
"B-b-because it'd be at your hands," the brunette admitted shyly. "Plus, I know that no other man could make me feel the way you do."
"Duo Maxwell is also a pilot, why not try him?" Heero suggested. It was a brilliant plan, as it would tie up to of the biggest annoyances in his life in one fell swoop.
Relena looked over to where Duo was trying to act casual in front of the other students.
"He doesn't excite me the way you do."
'This is going to require another plan,' Heero thought with a sigh. "I'm too busy for such things. If you can get a lasting peace between the Earth and the Colonies, then I'll have the time to spend with you. Until then, I have to focus on my mission."
"Our fates must be inextricably linked!" the giddy teenager gushed.
The pilot felt the urge to kill several people with his bare hands rise. "Go. Now!" he growled, pointing towards her car.
Heero watched Relena let out a whimper before she started walk to the limousine. His blood was now boiling. Just because she'd been sort of successful in her attempts to seduce him, it didn't mean he wanted to see her every day.
Hell, he didn't want to see her ever again!
Duo took that moment to approach him.
"So, what did you talk about?"
"I tried to get her to go out with you."
"What? Why? She's into _you_, dude!"
"Duo, I'm in a bad mood. If you don't walk away now, I will pull out your spine and use it as a weapon to beat everyone that's in my way to death as I go on a rampage throughout the school," Heero's warning was eerily calm.
Duo looked at the face of his fellow Gundam pilot and decided that it was best not to test Heero on this matter. "Right, see you later, Heero."
"Not if I blind you first."
Elsewhere, Colonel Treize Khushrenada was expressing his disapproval at Lady Une's recent actions.
"It was lucky for us that the Gundam pilot was able to stop your plan, Lady Une."
"Sir?"
"To detonate all of those missiles like that, it would have caused an environmental disaster that would have poisoned the land for years to come."
"I'm sorry, Sir, I hadn't thought about it like that," Une admitted.
"You should be more elegant in your actions," Treize said. He allowed comment to sink in for a moment before he brought up the next thing he wanted to discuss with her. "What can you tell me about the pilots of the Gundams?"
Une nodded. "We have very little information on them, not even their names. Well, we seem to have one name, courtesy of an Alliance officer."
"Oh, is she a member of OZ?"
"No, sir, she wasn't suitable for recruitment, which is a shame, since her research skills are quite impressive."
"One cannot have everything," Treize smiled wistfully. "So, what is the pilot's name?"
"Heero Yuy."
"As in the politician?"
"Apparently so, sir," Une confirmed. "It's unclear if this is an homage to a fallen leader or a codename."
Treize pondered this. Heero Yuy, at least the original, was a peaceful man capable of inspiring people to do great things. Giving his name to a soldier seemed like a cruel joke. "What else can you tell me about the pilot?"
"He's…" Lady Une considered how best to describe the image she had in front of her.
It was an image of Heero Yuy with his shirt lifted up to reveal a physique that would have taken years to develop. The muscle definition alone was like that of an ancient Greek statue, yet there was no bulk. The boy, and he was a boy, Une reminded herself, was rail thin.
Rather than try to explain the image, Une moved onto the data from the physical examination. "He's lean, about 4 percent body fat. Got a number of scars all over his body."
"Do you have a picture of him?"
"One moment, Sir." Une fumbled for the one that had the most dignity. It was one where Heero's shirt had ridden up and revealed his abs, but at least it didn't look sleazy.
Treize considered the young man in the photo. "Heero Yuy…"
"Lady Une, I want you to learn more about this Heero Yuy. He will be an important figure in our struggle for a better world."
"As you wish, Sir."
To be continued…