By Inari
„WAAAAAH!"
A scream echoed through the spaceship, the last of many.
"Help...me..." Then no more words were said .
****
"HA! I've won!"
"Duo! Please, it's just a game!" Quatre told Duo,
while he was jumping around the table.
"I won, I won, I won!"
****
The spaceship glided through the universe.
Silence. Everywhere was silence. All noise had died away with the crew of the
spaceship. There was nobody there to say a word. But in one dark room of the
spaceship there now came a noise. Something was breathing.
****
"Anybody want a drink?" Duo asked.
"Me, please!" Quatre said politely.
"Here you go!"
****
Now it moved in the dark room, where something
had smashed the light bulbs broken. It breathed heavily while creeping to the
other end of the room. It had terrible pains.
****
"Does anyone know where Heero is?" Quatre was
worried about the young pilot who had
been away for several days already. "I think he's on earth. Not sure why.
He always makes a big secret about things. Now let me see your cards!" Wufei
was quite involved in the game of cards they were playing. He had lost several
times already, and was near to scream justice. Once again.
"I hope he's not hurt or something..."
Quatre was still worried about Heero's whereabouts. "You know Heero! He will
never..." Duo broke off his sentence. The thought that something terrible could
have happened to Heero was unbearable to him. "He will come back." He said.,
more to confirm himself than the other pilots.
****
It felt over it's
wounds and groaned. It groaned less over the pain that it felt physically, but
over the pain it felt in it's heart. What still did it take? Just what?
****
It was dawning. Duo
stood on the balcony of his room, leaned against the wall of the house, his
eyes looking towards the sky, as if he, when he would just look hard and long
enough, would see Heero. "Heero." he said softly, his corners of his eyes
becoming moist.
But there was no Heero.
Somebody knocked on the
door. Duo's face lightened up, for a second he thought it was Heero, until he
heard Trowa's voice. Duo wiped the tears out of his eyes, and went to open up the door for Trowa. "Yes?"
he asked, and noticed that Trowa wasn't looking happy at all. What had happened
to Heero? It was the typical
'Heero-has-just-pressed-the-little-red-button-again' face.
"Duo..."
"What..."
"When Heero came back
from that last mission, OZ got him, God knows how they were able to do that...
They captured him, and wanted to take him with, but Heero managed to escape..."
"That sounds more like
Heero!"
"Wait, Duo. He managed
to escape, but we don't know where he is..."
"But why....?"
"...the Universe is
awfully big, you know..."
"We have to find him!"
"Yes. Maybe he's in trouble.
But, Duo..."
"Hm?"
"Don't expect much."
****
"How long will I have to wait?"
****
"Don't forget to leave
a note for Heero in case he comes home before we do." Quatre really thought of
everything.
While the Gundam Pilots
were starting to look for Heero, a little blue bottle broke. "Shit!" the person
said, who was holding it in his hand. "Give me a new one!" "Sorry, Sir! You'll
have to pay for a second one! I cannot just give them to you! My Boss will fire
me!" the poor little man in the green suit was rather terrified of the somewhat
stressed boy in Spandex.
"Give.Me.The..."
"Here Sir!" he couldn't
take more of those glares. He held out a pretty long time already, just one
finger broken.
***
"Where should we start
searching?"
"Don't know. Perhaps we
should just cruise around a bit."
"Oh, Duo..., you
know...I think we need a point to start."
"The place were OZ got
him, and the planets around. Do you know what space-ships were in the vicinity
at that time?" Duo asked. His second suggestion better than the first.
"I'd know a way to find
out..." Quatre said.
Everybody eyed the
laptop, lying a short distance next to them.
"Should we?"
"What's when he finds
out?"
"We'll be careful."
***
Heero was feeling quite
ill-tempered. He didn't really want to do this. He felt like one of her
servants. Going to hell and gone, threatening people to get things for her
highness. But after all he had to do this. He couldn't just let her go on doing
what she was about to continue when he didn't give her this. Shit. He felt
quite frustrated. Hopefully Duo was there when he came back home.
***
"Oh oh."
"Don't say that. It
makes me nervous."
"Do you think it should
look like that?"
"Why is it making
beeping noises when I touch a key?"
"Maybe it needs some
time to wake up."
"Oh oh!"
"What have you done,
Duo?"
"Let's never tell Heero
we used his Laptop..."
"We didn't even get to
use it properly."
"I don't think it
should make those noises. I saw him use it once before, and I'm sure it didn't
make those noises!"
"Do you think anybody
could help us?"
"Give me that book.
Maybe we will find somebody in there."
***
'Maybe I should bring
her something to eat as well. To keep her occupied.' Heero was deeply involved
in his thoughts while walking over a street, and didn't notice that a car was
steering directly towards him.
I don't think Heero
even noticed when he got hit. "Shit. Another blue bottle broken."
"Are you hurt? How
could you just step in front of my car like that?!" The woman who drove the car
exclaimed.
"Baka!"
"I don't understand
what you mean! Maybe your head got injured! I'll bring you to a hospital."
"No. I'm busy." Heero
didn't think it was worth it going to hospital. Getting hit by a tiny red car
didn't exactly stand in the top ten of bad accidents he had had. It hadn't even
been a truck.
"Any problems, people?
What has happened here?" A policeman with a huge moustache came to the little
group which had gathered around Heero and the car-driver.
"The boy refuses to go
to hospital after being hit by my car! Make him go!"
"So, so, so! Why don't
you want to go to hospital, my young fellow?"
"Bye." He didn't feel
like talking to two, obviously stupid, grown-ups.
"You stay here my dear!" Unluckily the female
car-driver and the policeman had the same idea. The woman hit Heero with her
handbag over the head, and the policeman took that long black thing to hit
people with and used it on Heero. When Heero hadn't hurt his head by the
accident, he definitely had now.
***
"Fatal Error." Quatre read. "You supposed it means anything?"
***
"Please come back to me!" It tried to shout, but all
that came out of it's mouth was a crack.
"Please..." It's nails grinded with a terrible noise
over the inner side of the thick glass of the shuttle. "...come
back...to...me..." It was nearly at the
end of it's strength. It wouldn't be able to survive long under these
conditions.
****
" 'Ow do yu wan'to paay. Mista's?" The Mongrel in the
blue cloak went over to the pilots and watched them with his good eye, the
other was missing. Instead he had a red marble placed in his one eye-socket. "
Yu dò paay, Mista's?"
"Of course we will, Sir. Once you have repaired the
Laptop we will be delighted to give you some of our money, Sir." Quatre was
feeling quite suspicious of the Mongrel, and thought being polite would save
his leg from those, for it's age, rather sharp looking teeth, which were eyeing
his leg since the Mongrel had entered the space-shuttle.
"Yu men dat ting tzere?"
"Yes, Sir. It's a Laptop. Don't you know Laptops?"
"GROWL"
"Sorry, Sir. I didn't mean to insult you."
"Hm. Leet mè se....me Godt! Wat dit yu doo to dat
ting?! Yu did had practiculy killed its!"
"Sorry, Sir. We didn't mean to kill it."
"Than re-animate!" Duo shouted in-between.
"Ev'ry bodi saies dat afterwards!"
"Then reanimate!" Duo said, and thought about how
Heero could get on with the Mongrel, who's telephone number they had out of the
little book lying next to the Laptop. But on a second thought, the Mongrel was
in it's way quite similar to Heero.
"Can you repair it, Sir?" Quatre asked cautiously.
"Dat wilt cost. Cost maany."
***
'Were am I?' Heero had just woken up out of his
concussion. A young nurse was standing next to him. Once she saw that Heero had
opened his eyes she leaned over him, to see if his Drop was properly pushed
into his arm. Heero closed his eyes again. He was absolutely disorientated.
'Where am I? Oh my God. What have I done?!' While thinking that, the nurse was
still leaning over him, and there were shortages on the material of the nurses
uniforms,
(Officially because the hospital needed more money (I
presume for the silicon-breast-implants for the nurses), but do we believe the
doctors?) who's result was the cause of Heero's shock.
"I see all your spirits have come back to you!" She
said, and added "What for a healthy little boy you are! I thought you could
be... the other way round after that what you had said to the
medical orderly in the ambulance!" after she saw where Heero's eyes
where.
'It's just a nurse. It's just a nurse. It's just a
nurse. It just a nurse...' he said to himself.
Then one thought struck his (still quite injured)
mind: What did he say to the medical orderly in the ambulance?!
"It's nice to see, that your mind's on...boy-things."
She said.
Oh, yes. His mind was on boy-things. But now in this minute his mind was on something
different, like trying to not suffocate in aid of the nurses strong perfume.
"Open...window..." Heero could hardly speak. He had
just been unconscious. Why could he hardly speak then?
"Of course my dear!" The nurse flung herself up from
the chair she had sat on and opened the window for Heero, her long hair
flattered in the wind coming through the open window.
"I hope you feel better now my dear!"
'Oh. No.' Heero thought.
That woman had hair like Relena. That woman smelt like
Relena. That woman was similar to
Relena.
That woman was starting to call him 'My dear'.
'I must be in Hell.' Heero thought. 'But I thought I
would at least be able to speak there.'
"Let's give you another injection!" The nurse said with
such a broad smile that he could see the pink lipstick on her teeth.
'That woman is mad.' He thought. Then she gave him an
injection.
'I must be
in Hell. But only I thought it would be less...horrifying.' He thought
while she pulled the huge injection out of his arm, which had nearly been
pierced through by it, and gave him another pink-lipstick-smile. Then Heero
passed out, again.
***
"Oi me gosh!"
"Sorry, Sir. I really, really am sorry!"
"AAARGH!"
"But Sir..."
"Reanimate! Reanimate!" Duo screeched, making things
more dramatic than they were.
"Finis."
"Beg your pardon?"
"I ams finisined."
Quatre's face lightened up. "Finished?!"
"Jees. Paay. Nouw!"
"Here, Sir!"
"Not muney! Not muney!"
Quatre was beginning to feel nervous again. The
happiness he had felt when the Mongrel had said he had finished repairing the
Laptop was wiped away. What did the it want, when not...oh no. The Mongrel was
eyeing his leg again. Maybe it wanted a fresh snack to go.
***END
OF PART 1****
