Heero opened the door slowly, revealing a old man, a red couch, and dim lighting.
"Please son, make yourself comfortable."
Heero was about to say that comfort was an unnecessary luxury for the weak, but decided against it.
"Now I'm sure you know why you're here Heero."
"Releena thinks I have emotional problems. She made it an order or else I wouldn't be here."
"Yes, well, let's talk about emotions Heero. Do you ever feel happy? Lonely? Sad?" Heero shrugged. "Heero, I've heard one of your sayings is that you believe one should act upon one's emotions. Why do you believe this?"
"I was always being sarcastic. I guess they couldn't tell. I'm not normally sarcastic."
"And your voice lacks the change of tone usually required for one to pick up sarcasm I'm guessing. So you don't like emotions?"
"They get in the way of my missions."
"Like your assassination missions?"
Heero's eyes bulged and he put his head in his hands. "Why does everyone keep bringing those up? I know I failed! I know! I tried, I really did! I just couldn't kill them. I'm a failure. I can't even kill an annoying blonde who even asks for it!"
The doctor patted Heero's shoulder. "You're not a failure. It's okay, Heero. Guilt is a normal emotion."
"It's not okay. I probably wouldn't even be able to kill you! Ah! I'm such a failure, a fat, stupid, failure!"
The doctor paused. "Heero, you don't think you're fat, do you?"
Heero stared at him. "You're joking, right? I practically bulge! Look at all those rolls! And I can't afford any new clothes, so I have to keep wearing this revealing clothing that makes me look even fater."
"Heero, I think you have a self image problem. And that you're um, slightly anorexic."
"Self image problem? No, what I have is a self detonation problem. It never works! They make the red button for a reason, doc, and it's supposed to work. But it doesn't. I think they do it on purpose."
"Uh, do what on purpose?"
"Bug the self detonation system. They won't let me die. They keep me alive, even though I'm a failure. They're toying with me doc."
"Who Heero?" The doctor crossed his fingers, severely hoping he wouldn't say anything about 'voices'. This couldn't get worse, surely.
"The professors. The missions they give me. My gundam. It's a conspiracy. They won't let me die and they won't let me succeed. I can't kill the right people, and I can't kill myself." Suddenly Heero's eyes swiveled and looked at him. "But I know one mission I can complete without mistake." Heero raised the pitch of his voice to mimic Releena's. "'Heero, your new mission is to kill the doctor.'" Heero's voice laughed maniacally before going back to his own voice. "Mission: Accepted."
Before he could lunge forward, the doctor had pressed security buttons and guards were running in with sedatives.
Heero woke up slowly, and tried to cover his eyes from the bright white walls and the lights. Except he couldn't move his arms. He stared awkwardly at the odd coat someone had put on him.
Heero tried to stand up, but couldn't. He giggled. He felt so light headed. Whatever they'd shot into him, it was goooood. He giggled again, trying to do a cartwheel before he realized he couldn't very well without arms. His crash into the soft floor sent him into fits of giggles.
Authors Note: Hey, at least he's happy there.
"Please son, make yourself comfortable."
Heero was about to say that comfort was an unnecessary luxury for the weak, but decided against it.
"Now I'm sure you know why you're here Heero."
"Releena thinks I have emotional problems. She made it an order or else I wouldn't be here."
"Yes, well, let's talk about emotions Heero. Do you ever feel happy? Lonely? Sad?" Heero shrugged. "Heero, I've heard one of your sayings is that you believe one should act upon one's emotions. Why do you believe this?"
"I was always being sarcastic. I guess they couldn't tell. I'm not normally sarcastic."
"And your voice lacks the change of tone usually required for one to pick up sarcasm I'm guessing. So you don't like emotions?"
"They get in the way of my missions."
"Like your assassination missions?"
Heero's eyes bulged and he put his head in his hands. "Why does everyone keep bringing those up? I know I failed! I know! I tried, I really did! I just couldn't kill them. I'm a failure. I can't even kill an annoying blonde who even asks for it!"
The doctor patted Heero's shoulder. "You're not a failure. It's okay, Heero. Guilt is a normal emotion."
"It's not okay. I probably wouldn't even be able to kill you! Ah! I'm such a failure, a fat, stupid, failure!"
The doctor paused. "Heero, you don't think you're fat, do you?"
Heero stared at him. "You're joking, right? I practically bulge! Look at all those rolls! And I can't afford any new clothes, so I have to keep wearing this revealing clothing that makes me look even fater."
"Heero, I think you have a self image problem. And that you're um, slightly anorexic."
"Self image problem? No, what I have is a self detonation problem. It never works! They make the red button for a reason, doc, and it's supposed to work. But it doesn't. I think they do it on purpose."
"Uh, do what on purpose?"
"Bug the self detonation system. They won't let me die. They keep me alive, even though I'm a failure. They're toying with me doc."
"Who Heero?" The doctor crossed his fingers, severely hoping he wouldn't say anything about 'voices'. This couldn't get worse, surely.
"The professors. The missions they give me. My gundam. It's a conspiracy. They won't let me die and they won't let me succeed. I can't kill the right people, and I can't kill myself." Suddenly Heero's eyes swiveled and looked at him. "But I know one mission I can complete without mistake." Heero raised the pitch of his voice to mimic Releena's. "'Heero, your new mission is to kill the doctor.'" Heero's voice laughed maniacally before going back to his own voice. "Mission: Accepted."
Before he could lunge forward, the doctor had pressed security buttons and guards were running in with sedatives.
Heero woke up slowly, and tried to cover his eyes from the bright white walls and the lights. Except he couldn't move his arms. He stared awkwardly at the odd coat someone had put on him.
Heero tried to stand up, but couldn't. He giggled. He felt so light headed. Whatever they'd shot into him, it was goooood. He giggled again, trying to do a cartwheel before he realized he couldn't very well without arms. His crash into the soft floor sent him into fits of giggles.
Authors Note: Hey, at least he's happy there.