Disclaimer - *walks up to you, does a twirl* This is me *pulls a bald guy in a suit from nowhere* This is Bill, who is the head of some corporation which owns Anime. Do we look alike to you?
**How many times do I have to tell you? I understand!
By Felflowne aka Espion
Censor : Ermm…PG for now, but may very well go up…a lot…heh heh.
Heero sat, a rare occurrence in itself, on top of the horizontal Wing Zero, which was currently obscured by an enormous tarpaulin whose colour was ambiguous. It was as though whoever had made it knew that no one gave a toss what colour it was, and so hadn't bothered at all. They'd be coming soon to take Zero away.
Heero thought it all slightly ironic. He felt sick.
The reason as to why Zero was attired as such was simple. The wars were over. All of them. Heero shut his eyes as the painful piece of logic which had been torturing him since the proclamation of peace had been made replayed itself unbidden inside his head.
Wars needed soldiers.
Soldiers still alive after wars were no longer needed.
They took up space.
Space which could be used for other things.
Other people.
The world would be better off without them.
Heero opened his eyes again, and looked around the hangar, not seeing any of it. His intensive training told him what he'd just processed, and nothing more. It had nothing further to say.
But that wasn't the end of the story.
There was another. Another advisor, another voice inside him, whom he hadn't noticed until recently, telling him that he was more than just a soldier, he was a human being entitled under basic human rights to a life. It told him to hang onto the life he had; it was precious, but only if there was someone to share it with.
That was the point where the second voice, which Heero was beginning to, with great trepidation, listen to in favour of the Soldier, fizzled out. That was the problem; that was what was missing. The world had needed him, but its need had been seasonal. No one had ever needed him in the way the second voice, the voice of Heero the human, was talking about, and no one ever would, no doubt.
Who could ever want… need… love someone, who would rarely return affections, would rarely smile, or ever tell them how much they appreciated them. Nobody could. What he really needed was someone who was loving and patient enough to help him access his long buried emotions, no matter how long it took, and no one he could think of fitted that description. They'd have to be the world's greatest optimist.
This kind of thinking served very little purpose apart from making Heero depressed, and in his depressed state of mind, he didn't register that the depression was an indication of resurfacing emotion. However, he didn't stop it, because that last thought-comment he'd made had linked itself to an image the perfect soldier's battle-scarred memory. He cherished the image, the face that smiled at him, for a few seconds, 'clutching' onto it briefly before letting it slip away in a wave of resignation.
No, never do anything like that again, said the Soldier. It accomplishes nothing. That person is gone, and they have a new life now, which they are no doubt enjoying. They have no need of you. No one needs you now.
Wherever they are, countered Human Heero, I hope they're happy.
When did you start thinking like that? You've never wished anyone well before.
They aren't anyone. They're someone.
Heero the human 'sat back'. That would shut Soldier up for a while.
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Felflowne – Hiyee all! I'm suffering with TOA because no reviewers are advising me on pairings, so I thought I'd write this sappy piece of 1x? *giggles as Relena haters brandish saucepans* Actually, if you read this carefully, then I think it's obvious who it is.
Well, I had this idea after reading a Hex fic, so arigato Hex, and sorry, but I'm not copying your story, so I don't think it's too bad.
Well, do you want a second chapter? I've gotta write in first *chackles* This is my first serious romance fic, but flame all you like. I'll light a torch with them and gives it to my friend to toast her toast/marshmallows on!
Review, please? It would make a change *sighs*
What will Heero do? Heh heh *waves Heero angst and torture flags that she's been saving from 'From Far Away' by the brilliant Akuma. READ IT NOW*
Ja ne!
Fel xx