Here we go, Part 3! *grins madly* Yes, it's a bit short, but I can't just mush everything together, now, can I? *^_^* Let
s see. Warnings: Language, a bit of blasphemy at the end, I guess. Or maybe not. Depends how you take it. Also AU. Note: this takes place BEFORE Dr.J. loses his eyes (or before he starts wearing those goggles (?). Yes, the 4th part shalt come soon. *goes ahead and works on it* Enjoy!
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"Ugh..." he groaned in pain. The old man smiled, a creepy smile, a smile that could be taken for good if one was an idiot.
"K'ah! Never misjudge the Claw, boy." The man wiggled what should have been his hand in front him. It wasn't a hand needless to say. It was...a claw. That had pinched his stomach rather hard.
"Who...the.....hell are you?" asked the boy, still sunk onto his knees in pain.
The old man grinned again, his thin mustache twinkling.
"Who am I? You, kid, can call me J. Doctor J. I was educated, you know."
The boy sputtered out a weak laugh.
"No...you couldn't have...or else you wouldn't be living in this shit village." he contradicted.
"Oh?" Dr.J's eyes gleamed. They were a honey color, like a cat's.
"..." the boy stood up shakily.
"What's your name, kid?" Dr. J. asked, still with a strange smile on his face.
"I have no name." the voice coming from the slender figure was cold.
"No name, huh? You're gonna get a name, then. How about Gerrardo?" Dr.J. inquired.
"I don't want a name."
"Hasaku?"
"No."
"Alexei?"
"No."
"Fernando?" He was hopping from nationality to nationality.
"No!" the boy said, irritated.
Dr.J. put a finger to his chin thoughtfully. The boy stood rather uneasily.
"Do you remember when this place had potential? When people had jobs? When people had food and houses?" the older man asked.
"No." the boy strained his memory. Had he ever been with a family and had food and a job? Potential?
"Christ, kid. How old are you?"
"Dunno." And he didn't. All memories were gone, erased. Did he even have a birthday? He didn't think so.
"Well...let me tell you something. You know this place had good stuff?" he repeated.
"..." The boy didn't know. He nodded anyway.
"We had a man named Heero Yuy. The guy did nothing but improve society, you know that? He'd go around stopping fights and arresting illegal bars. The man was a damn genius." Dr.J. had a faraway look on his eyes.
"I met him once. Good friend." he added.
The boy felt nothing. Part of him wished he'd gone back into his hut. The other part wanted Dr.J. to continue. He merely nodded again.
"And do you know what happened?" the man asked him. Without waiting for an answer, he continued. "He was shot. Shot down by a bastard we never caught. You ever hear of JFK? Similar thing."
"Sorry." Still the boy felt nothing.
"Damn right if you're sorry. You're sorry that you're in this shit town with a man who's a human Inspector Gadget. Yuy was a great man. Never to be compared by anyone. Not even you. But maybe..." Dr.J. trailed off.
"What?" The boy asked quietly.
"Look. You have no name. You don't know anything, right?" Dr.J. asked.
This wasn't true. The boy did know something. This man was wierd.
"I'm going to make you into something. You're gonna be the resurrected Heero Yuy, got it? And I'm going to be your teacher. Your family, if you want to get sentimental. When it'll all come down to it, I'm going to be the only one you'll trust. You won't trust anyone else."
"You can't do that." the boy retorted haughtily. Who was this guy to teach him? Heaven forbid he was practically adopted.
"Hell I can't. You're Heero Yuy now, got it? Refuse and I'll use this claw to make you wish you didn't."
The boy believed him. And thus, he was Heero Yuy. But Heero Yuy wasn't a person yet. Heero Yuy needed a purpose. Heero Yuy needed a personality.
"You're mine."
Or did he?
Duo took one look at Xan's body and did the only thing he could think of doing. He ran.
And stopped. /He can't just lay there for some asshole to found joy with/ he thought anxiously. Duo turned around and went back.
Xan was still in the slumped position he had died in. Duo took great care in dragging him over to behind the garbage cans. At least his body would be safer there.
"Murderer, eh? I knew many of those." A voice wafted through the air. A reedy voice that scared the wits out of Duo.
"Who the hell are you?" he demanded, whirling around, looking for the origin of the voice.
A shadow appeared by a boarded-up door.
Duo saw a glinting smile.
"I'm your saviour."
s see. Warnings: Language, a bit of blasphemy at the end, I guess. Or maybe not. Depends how you take it. Also AU. Note: this takes place BEFORE Dr.J. loses his eyes (or before he starts wearing those goggles (?). Yes, the 4th part shalt come soon. *goes ahead and works on it* Enjoy!
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"Ugh..." he groaned in pain. The old man smiled, a creepy smile, a smile that could be taken for good if one was an idiot.
"K'ah! Never misjudge the Claw, boy." The man wiggled what should have been his hand in front him. It wasn't a hand needless to say. It was...a claw. That had pinched his stomach rather hard.
"Who...the.....hell are you?" asked the boy, still sunk onto his knees in pain.
The old man grinned again, his thin mustache twinkling.
"Who am I? You, kid, can call me J. Doctor J. I was educated, you know."
The boy sputtered out a weak laugh.
"No...you couldn't have...or else you wouldn't be living in this shit village." he contradicted.
"Oh?" Dr.J's eyes gleamed. They were a honey color, like a cat's.
"..." the boy stood up shakily.
"What's your name, kid?" Dr. J. asked, still with a strange smile on his face.
"I have no name." the voice coming from the slender figure was cold.
"No name, huh? You're gonna get a name, then. How about Gerrardo?" Dr.J. inquired.
"I don't want a name."
"Hasaku?"
"No."
"Alexei?"
"No."
"Fernando?" He was hopping from nationality to nationality.
"No!" the boy said, irritated.
Dr.J. put a finger to his chin thoughtfully. The boy stood rather uneasily.
"Do you remember when this place had potential? When people had jobs? When people had food and houses?" the older man asked.
"No." the boy strained his memory. Had he ever been with a family and had food and a job? Potential?
"Christ, kid. How old are you?"
"Dunno." And he didn't. All memories were gone, erased. Did he even have a birthday? He didn't think so.
"Well...let me tell you something. You know this place had good stuff?" he repeated.
"..." The boy didn't know. He nodded anyway.
"We had a man named Heero Yuy. The guy did nothing but improve society, you know that? He'd go around stopping fights and arresting illegal bars. The man was a damn genius." Dr.J. had a faraway look on his eyes.
"I met him once. Good friend." he added.
The boy felt nothing. Part of him wished he'd gone back into his hut. The other part wanted Dr.J. to continue. He merely nodded again.
"And do you know what happened?" the man asked him. Without waiting for an answer, he continued. "He was shot. Shot down by a bastard we never caught. You ever hear of JFK? Similar thing."
"Sorry." Still the boy felt nothing.
"Damn right if you're sorry. You're sorry that you're in this shit town with a man who's a human Inspector Gadget. Yuy was a great man. Never to be compared by anyone. Not even you. But maybe..." Dr.J. trailed off.
"What?" The boy asked quietly.
"Look. You have no name. You don't know anything, right?" Dr.J. asked.
This wasn't true. The boy did know something. This man was wierd.
"I'm going to make you into something. You're gonna be the resurrected Heero Yuy, got it? And I'm going to be your teacher. Your family, if you want to get sentimental. When it'll all come down to it, I'm going to be the only one you'll trust. You won't trust anyone else."
"You can't do that." the boy retorted haughtily. Who was this guy to teach him? Heaven forbid he was practically adopted.
"Hell I can't. You're Heero Yuy now, got it? Refuse and I'll use this claw to make you wish you didn't."
The boy believed him. And thus, he was Heero Yuy. But Heero Yuy wasn't a person yet. Heero Yuy needed a purpose. Heero Yuy needed a personality.
"You're mine."
Or did he?
Duo took one look at Xan's body and did the only thing he could think of doing. He ran.
And stopped. /He can't just lay there for some asshole to found joy with/ he thought anxiously. Duo turned around and went back.
Xan was still in the slumped position he had died in. Duo took great care in dragging him over to behind the garbage cans. At least his body would be safer there.
"Murderer, eh? I knew many of those." A voice wafted through the air. A reedy voice that scared the wits out of Duo.
"Who the hell are you?" he demanded, whirling around, looking for the origin of the voice.
A shadow appeared by a boarded-up door.
Duo saw a glinting smile.
"I'm your saviour."