A/N: this is going to be a definite HYxRP, and don't worry, I haven't forgotten the others. I'll get to those later.
Anyway, Heero's caught, dragged back, and gets locked up and he doesn't like it. Lots of swearing, but not too much angst. This fic is going to have a few original characters, and those are mine!! DON'T STEAL!!
But the other characters don't belong to me, DON'T SUE!
The
lone Soldier: part 7
Heero shook himself awake; he had had too much sleep, if such a thing were possible. His body protested, urging the mind to drift back into peaceful slumber, but the mind argued back, telling itself that there was no time for tiredness, and that he was too close to that base to be allowed off his guard for more then an hour. Heero signed, and stood up, sometimes, he really wished that his body would win the daily battle, but then again, if that happened, he would never get done with his missions…
He walked out of his hiding pace, rubbing at his eyes to erase all signs of sleep, this helped partially, but he still wished he could be somewhere with a bed and maybe a comforter, as well as a phone, just to know that everyone can reach him if something went wrong. Heero looked around, and all thoughts of the soft comforter he would be offered at the Peacecraft mansion, in which he often stayed for a few days at a time.
The desert of rubble was stretching in front of him, and he suddenly wished he was anywhere but this place. Although his wish, like always, was not acknowledged.
He began to walk, sleep finally leavening his body, and being replaced by the cold morning air. The base was not far away, he could see the largely undamaged building sticking out from beneath the wreckage, soon Heero was there, once again in front of the brownish gray building, studying it closely, the boarded up windows showed signs of life, and he guessed immediately where the main HQ were located.
The young man walked through the rubble filled street, heading directly for the building, no longer caring about caution, he had gathered enough information to know he would not be shot at on sight, and these self proclaimed soldiers might even help him to get back home.
Maybe, just maybe, I've been in
the shadows too long, I don't care anymore, my last mission just ended with the
destruction of the bases, I can finally do whatever I want to, and it wouldn't
matter. I'm no longer needed, now others can take over maintaining peace, and I
can finally take fate into my hands…
Heero was very soon standing in front of the base, about to enter, but almost expecting the soldiers who were rushing through the halls at the moment, all hoping to be the ones to capture the last survivor, all hoping to get a reward for their job.
And they came, all caring guns, most of the soldiers were older then he was, some were his age. Heero could clearly spot a few fifteen year olds running behind, one stopped, obviously a commander of some sort, he gave out some orders and immediately a few of the troop ran forward, now shouting about what he was doing here and who he was. Heero didn't answer, he felt dizzy, and assumed that he had some sort of internal injury, his thoughts were at the moment too distracted any way to notice that one of the soldiers was approaching him slowly, commenting about the freely bleeding wound showing through his torn and dirty shirt.
What are they saying? It doesn't make sense, what?! Talk louder! Don't whisper, I wanna know what's wrong! What do ya want, just shoot me! I'm not even armed, and I won't fight back, " what's wrong?" Heero said the last part out loud, his voice a hoarse whisper, his thoughts now concentrated on the reasons for his knees giving out from under him, and the ground, coming so close, I gotta stop the ground…got to…know what's wrong…I…the youth fell over, the dirty street coming into contact with his face, and earning an outcry from the nearest soldier. But the youth didn't seem to notice the voices around him, in fact, he noticed them even less then he noticed the blood spilling from his upper torso, and he certainly didn't notice his broken nose.
***
Heero woke up to find himself in bed, and he could immediately feel a blanket on top of his naked chest, and the fact that the only thing he -was- wearing were his boxers, which, he also noted, where rather harsh and ripped.
As he slowly sat up, his head swum, the room out of focus, and he could barely make out the slow ticking of a clock, apparently somewhere nearby.
Where am I? Was it a dream? I feel
just as bruised as if it was real, but it doesn't seem possible…I'm home…or
somewhere where I can feel safe, this is…this is Relena's apartment, isn't it?
The one she paid rent just to get away from the palace…the clock was on a small
bedside table…I loved that ticking…the time I collapsed after a mission and she
took me home, and she…she took care of me. I'm back here, aren't I? I'm glad to
be home, I'll have to tell Trowa, he'll like to hear that, I bet he'll smile
too, I'm glad to be home, and it's not even my home at all but I'm just as
glad, Trowa will be happy, he said to tell him where I feel most at home, I
guess, I guess I found the place…I'm glad I'm home, I'll get to Trowa after I
thank Relena, and ask what happened. Yeah, I'll thank her, she's saved me more
then once now…after my last failed mission…I'll thank her this time. I'll thank
her! I will!
Heero sat up completely, and tried to clear the fog from his mind and vision, determined to seek out and thank the girl who owned the small apartment, stationed in the busy downtown area, a block from the office at which the young vice foreign minister spent most of her time.
But as he sat up and finally looked around, Heero had to choke back a cry. He hadn't expected this…this…dump.
The room's walls were pealing off, paint falling off to reveille gray concrete, Heero was shocked, and his immediate impression was that a hurricane came around, and that Relena was going to fix the place up on the next Saturday. But then he noticed that the furniture was different, cold steel replacing the loving warm wood, even the bedside table and clock he knew so well were different, but cold, metal, and looking like they were stolen from prison.
No…no! I was home!!!! I want to go
home! This…what happened? Where's Relena! What happened? I was home…I was…I was
safe…that clock was there…damn! I'm still as lost as ever. I never found home!
I just imagined things again, I'm not safe at all, and Relena isn't here, and
Trowa won't know that I found a place to call home. Damn it, DAMN IT!!
As soon as the initial rage and disappointment of being robed of his home was over, Heero's mind once more blacked out all emotion to try and figure out where he was.
The clock was ticking by, and the soldier was beginning to become interested in his surroundings, and the people who had dragged him here. The room seemed more reasonable to him now that he no longer tried to compare it to Relena's comfortable apartment, the closet in the corner was a large one, enough to accommodate every possession of Heero's as well as Duo's, Trowa's and Wufei's comfortably. Heero doubted about Quatre's many possessions, but still, it was larger then he'd ever need…
There was a desk in the room; cold steel legs were glistening in the sunlight pouring in from a bared window. There was also a small couch in the room, the mattress was ripped and torn, but it still looked better then the one in Heero's last apartment.
Wait! I'm thinking of living here?
NO!! I won't surrender, I'll get back home, I want to go home!! I don't want to
be lost anymore…I want to be found and safe…I want to be home.
Heero was surprised and scared by his thoughts, his head was still sore, his arm had been bandaged and the white material was slightly reddish, showing it was bloody.
Heero looked himself over for the first time in a few days, his boxers were torn, showing too much bruised and bloody skin, there were a few hastily put up bandages on his legs, and one of his socks (which no one bothered to remove) was torn.
He was surprised that his body's condition didn't cause him trouble before this, but was still happy for it, and comforted by the fact that he was still as pain-proof as ever, but now the pain was coming back fully, and he felt dizzy once again.
He sat comfortably on the bed, and waited, soon, whoever brought him here would show up, no need to hurry and act, they would come…
Heero waited, and waited, but no one showed up, he was abandoned, and if the youth knew that at the time not a single soul in the base was thinking about him, he would only be more worried.
***
Almost a day had passed and still no one came, the youth was worried, his shoulder ached from banging on the door, but no one had seemed to notice the noise he produced.
Heero was annoyed, starved and his arm was burning from his constant attempts to draw attention to himself.
What's up with me? I'm
"impatient", that's impossible. I've waited years for operation meteor without
complaint, YEARS!! I was ready for it at age five!! And now my emotions
get a kick, why? *g* 'cause I wanna see the faces of these bastards that locked
me up in here!! DAMN! Why can't my feelings start at the right time? What's
wrong with me?! For crap's sake, it's been ONE FREAKIN' DAY! And my emotions
start acting up! DAMN!!!
But still, the door was locked, and his arm was soon so sore that he was forced to stop his attack at the cold, uncompromising metal.
He was still sitting there at noon, and was banging on the door by nightfall, having to stop from the pain. Which, again, erupted in his left arm. Heero was now beyond impatient.
***
Cody Dickens was a twenty-one your old soldier. Who had served in the Canadian National Guard before joining the team, mostly known as The Oz Hater's Club. (A Name used as a joke about the group of runaway soldiers who decided to hang around the fighting business for a little while longer, just for the fun of it.)
Cody was well known as a traitor and a scandal, and his gray blue eyes were recognized as "steel colored" by the other soldiers. His extremely dark hair came from hanging in the sun way too long, and his skin was well bronzed for the very same reason.
Being short for his age, as well as his general appearances, made his seem a good-natured seventeen year old. This was a weapon he had used many times to get the trust of his fellow soldiers.
After making sure that there was no one in sight, he turned on his heel and headed back to the main office, asking the first officer in sight (which happened to be Ellenor) what the noise was all about.
"You heard it, finally! It's this kid we found out there; he was pretty banged up, so Micelle asked Josh to treat him. Now they've got him locked up, and he decided that he didn't like it. Bastard's trying to nock the door down. But the commander won't see him yet, and secretary isn't ready to question him, we've been told to ignore the kid."
"Kid? What is this? An orphanage? Why the fuck are we gonna question a kid for?" Cody was really pissed at both the secretary and commander for this obvious waist of time.
"He's about fifteen, I'd say, but as strong as a brick wall, he's been knocking at the door for the last day or so, they think he might be an Ozzy out of uniform. So they want some info. Don't blame me, if I could, I'd set the kid free, he must be scared shitless in there."
Ellenor replied, and then began a walk down the hall to her small workstation, where she was responsible for the weapons supplies.
Cody, who had no immediate duty, followed suit, keeping behind his taller friend.
"So? He's sixteen… and an Ozzy? They wouldn't take someone that young! What the fuck? Don't believe office locked him up…"
"I know, but hey! It's not a choice for us! Look Cod, he'll be questioned, then released once they find out he's a civilian, just follow orders and ignore the noise, he'll stop soon."
Cody tried to protest, but the girl walked into the first door on the right, and closed it in his face, stopping his reply from reaching her.
"God-damn it, they're catching frickin' kids now…bastards…" he muttered, then turned around and strode to his own half destroyed office, but then changed his mind half the way there, and turned instead to see what the medics were doing.
***
Next chapter: Heero finds a way out, or more like the way out finds him. A death, but not graphic or very angsty and there's more death to come, so get used to it! '
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