Taste of Eternity
Disclaimer = I do not own them and I never will. ^_^
That day had been the last time Heero ever lost control. He was always careful about feeding after that, making sure he never got to a point where he was so hungry he couldn't control his actions. The years continued on and on, but his life stayed the same. An endless cycle of life and death, and the misery of being caught in between.
Heero awoke one morning with a particularly strange feeling resting in the pit of his stomach. He glanced at the clock, which blinked a bright 6:00. "What the hell am I doing up this early?" he wondering, dragging himself out of bed and shrugging on a t-shirt and jeans over his black boxers. "Did I have something to do today?"
Walking through the house, Heero glanced at Duo and Hilde's closed door. From the sound of Duo's snoring, it seemed like the two of them were still asleep. Heero continued on down the hallway to enter the kitchen, when a sudden urge told him to stop and go to the door. Having a tendency to obey intuition, Heero did so, opening the screen door and peering outside.
There was nothing of interest out there, save the early morning sun peering over the horizon and the newspaper resting on the doorstep. Heero bent over and picked up the paper, shaking the dew off the blue plastic bag and unfolding the first page. He scanned the headlines and yawned. Boring human things that were of no interest to him. He was just about to leave it outside, when the date caught his attention. June 15th, 1983.
Heero dropped the newspaper and slammed the door shut, leaning his back up against it for support. June 15th. It was the same day he had seen that strange little girl in the park so many years ago. The same day he had witnessed that weird clone of himself behind the tree. Funny that he should remember it.
Shaking his head to try and clear the memory, Heero started back into the kitchen to make himself a nice strong cup of coffee, when he froze in place again. The memory was too strong, he simply couldn't ignore it. He could practically hear the girl's voice playing in his ears, but more importantly, see what she had done just before she vanished.
**"WAIT!" Heero had yelled, getting the feeling she was about to disappear again. She had giggled in reply and held up eight of her fingers, then three. "Bye," she whispered and dissolved into the air without a trace**
Eight fingers, then three? 1983…the current year.
**"Come play with me again, I'll be waiting."**
"Oh, I'll come play with you all right." Heero muttered under his breath, slamming a coffee mug down on the counter. "I want to find out exactly what's going on here.."
As soon as it was late enough in the afternoon to go for a walk without being questioned on his motives, Heero set out in search of that little girl. Of course, the most logical place to start was the park. He once again entered the park, this time with a mission on his mind. It was full to the bursting with people, flying kits, eating picnic lunches, sightseeing. Heero scanned the crowd for any small blonde haired girls, but the task was made particularly hard considering she was only about three feet tall.
"Kitty's in the twee!"
Heero's head swiveled around at the sound of the voice, but he couldn't see through the masses of people.
"Mommy! Kitty's in the twee!"
"Don't worry, baby. Ask your brother to get him down."
The crowd thinned out just enough for Heero to see exactly what he was looking for. Underneath the same tree where it all had occurred so many years ago, sat the same little girl. Long honey colored hair, crystal clear blue eyes, haunting laugh. It was definitely her, only this time- she was very much real.
The little girl was tugging at her mother's skirts and pointing frantically up at the big oak tree where a midnight black cat perched on one of the branches. A slightly older blonde haired boy, most likely her brother, tried vainly to scale the tree, only to come sliding down the trunk each time.
"Mommy! Miwwiardo!" The little girl practically sobbed, giving both her mother and brother sad eyed glances. "I want my Kitty!"
"Relena," her mother said with a smile. "Kitty will come down on her own. Mommy isn't tall enough to reach, and of course Milliardo can't climb that high."
"I can too!" the little boy grunted trying to shimmy up the tree trunk. "Just give me a little time, mom!"
Heero walked over to them, curious and confused at the same time. This little girl, the one they called Relena, was in fact the same one he saw that night back in the sixties. But it was physically impossible for her to be the same age now, for she was a human child, and from the look of it, wasn't capable of disappearing into thin air this time.
"Excuse me, miss." Heero said, catching the mother's attention. "I could get the cat down."
"Oh, would you?" she responded, smiling at him gratefully. "Relena would love you forever."
Heero glanced down at the little girl, wondering if he saw any recognition of him in her eyes. She smiled and nodded, giving no signs that they had met before. Heero didn't know what to make of it, so he simply scaled the tree and brought the small kitten down in his arms.
"KITTY!" Relena cried, jumping up and down. "You saved Kitty!"
Heero nodded and bent down to be eye level with Relena. "Here you go." he said quietly, handing her the cat. She snatched it out of his grasp and cradled the animal to her chest. "Oh thank you!" she said sweetly, hugging Heero around the neck. "Thank you thank you thank you tha-"
"Alright Relena, he gets the point." Milliardo said, walking over and prying his little sister away. Heero smirked and got to his feet. He wasn't sure what exactly was going on here, but he knew that it was very important in a way that he didn't yet understand.
"Well, I'll be going." Heero muttered, sticking his hands in his trenchcoat pockets and turning to go. He stopped as he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Oh, wait a second, I didn't even get your name."
"It's Heero." he stated, looking at Relena's mother. "Who're you?"
"Oh, how silly of me. I'm Karen Peacecraft. This is my son Milliardo and my daughter Relena." she paused and smiled. "I know this is a little presumptuous of me, seeing as how I don't even know you, but would you like to come to lunch with us? Relena's taken a real shining to you."
If Heero believed in destiny, this would have to be one of those moments where he marveled at fate. But being a believer in no one but himself, he shrugged it off as a weird coincidence. "No, I have plans." he stated. Mrs. Peacecraft nodded and fished a business card out of her purse.
"Well, here's our home phone in case you ever need something. We're indebted. Come on kids, time to go eat."
"Bye." Milliardo mumbled, shooting Heero a dark glance. "I coulda gotten the cat out of the tree by myself you know."
Heero didn't know how to respond so he just watched as Milliardo stalked off.
"Bye Heewo!" Relena said, smiling widely and skipping off after her brother. Heero watched them go and scratched his head. His life had just gotten a whole lot more complicated.
He walked home, once again in that now familiar daze. What could this all mean? How was that ghostly premonition of the little girl connected to the real Relena? And what did it have to do with him? Nothing made sense anymore.
Heero trudged up the stairs to the apartment and stuck the house key in the lock. Despite the fact that it was noon, Duo and Hilde were probably both still sleeping. Turning the key and unlocking the door, Heero stepped inside.
Sure enough, the house was deadly silent. He found himself walking quietly just to match the stillness hanging in the air. Heero retreated back to his room and closed the door, flooding himself in blackness. Being able to see in any kind of light, he made his way over to the empty bulletin board hanging over his desk and tacked up the card the Peacecrafts had given him. He looked at it for awhile, memorizing the phone number. Then, just as suddenly, he reached over and tore the card down.
"I don't like to be toyed with…" he whispered, ripping the card in half. "Especially by that girl, Relena." He watched as the two severed pieces of paper floated down to the ground before crashing backwards on the bed. "I'm gonna kill her." he said to the empty room, his voice steady and sure. "I'm gonna kill her…"
Disclaimer = I do not own them and I never will. ^_^
That day had been the last time Heero ever lost control. He was always careful about feeding after that, making sure he never got to a point where he was so hungry he couldn't control his actions. The years continued on and on, but his life stayed the same. An endless cycle of life and death, and the misery of being caught in between.
Heero awoke one morning with a particularly strange feeling resting in the pit of his stomach. He glanced at the clock, which blinked a bright 6:00. "What the hell am I doing up this early?" he wondering, dragging himself out of bed and shrugging on a t-shirt and jeans over his black boxers. "Did I have something to do today?"
Walking through the house, Heero glanced at Duo and Hilde's closed door. From the sound of Duo's snoring, it seemed like the two of them were still asleep. Heero continued on down the hallway to enter the kitchen, when a sudden urge told him to stop and go to the door. Having a tendency to obey intuition, Heero did so, opening the screen door and peering outside.
There was nothing of interest out there, save the early morning sun peering over the horizon and the newspaper resting on the doorstep. Heero bent over and picked up the paper, shaking the dew off the blue plastic bag and unfolding the first page. He scanned the headlines and yawned. Boring human things that were of no interest to him. He was just about to leave it outside, when the date caught his attention. June 15th, 1983.
Heero dropped the newspaper and slammed the door shut, leaning his back up against it for support. June 15th. It was the same day he had seen that strange little girl in the park so many years ago. The same day he had witnessed that weird clone of himself behind the tree. Funny that he should remember it.
Shaking his head to try and clear the memory, Heero started back into the kitchen to make himself a nice strong cup of coffee, when he froze in place again. The memory was too strong, he simply couldn't ignore it. He could practically hear the girl's voice playing in his ears, but more importantly, see what she had done just before she vanished.
**"WAIT!" Heero had yelled, getting the feeling she was about to disappear again. She had giggled in reply and held up eight of her fingers, then three. "Bye," she whispered and dissolved into the air without a trace**
Eight fingers, then three? 1983…the current year.
**"Come play with me again, I'll be waiting."**
"Oh, I'll come play with you all right." Heero muttered under his breath, slamming a coffee mug down on the counter. "I want to find out exactly what's going on here.."
As soon as it was late enough in the afternoon to go for a walk without being questioned on his motives, Heero set out in search of that little girl. Of course, the most logical place to start was the park. He once again entered the park, this time with a mission on his mind. It was full to the bursting with people, flying kits, eating picnic lunches, sightseeing. Heero scanned the crowd for any small blonde haired girls, but the task was made particularly hard considering she was only about three feet tall.
"Kitty's in the twee!"
Heero's head swiveled around at the sound of the voice, but he couldn't see through the masses of people.
"Mommy! Kitty's in the twee!"
"Don't worry, baby. Ask your brother to get him down."
The crowd thinned out just enough for Heero to see exactly what he was looking for. Underneath the same tree where it all had occurred so many years ago, sat the same little girl. Long honey colored hair, crystal clear blue eyes, haunting laugh. It was definitely her, only this time- she was very much real.
The little girl was tugging at her mother's skirts and pointing frantically up at the big oak tree where a midnight black cat perched on one of the branches. A slightly older blonde haired boy, most likely her brother, tried vainly to scale the tree, only to come sliding down the trunk each time.
"Mommy! Miwwiardo!" The little girl practically sobbed, giving both her mother and brother sad eyed glances. "I want my Kitty!"
"Relena," her mother said with a smile. "Kitty will come down on her own. Mommy isn't tall enough to reach, and of course Milliardo can't climb that high."
"I can too!" the little boy grunted trying to shimmy up the tree trunk. "Just give me a little time, mom!"
Heero walked over to them, curious and confused at the same time. This little girl, the one they called Relena, was in fact the same one he saw that night back in the sixties. But it was physically impossible for her to be the same age now, for she was a human child, and from the look of it, wasn't capable of disappearing into thin air this time.
"Excuse me, miss." Heero said, catching the mother's attention. "I could get the cat down."
"Oh, would you?" she responded, smiling at him gratefully. "Relena would love you forever."
Heero glanced down at the little girl, wondering if he saw any recognition of him in her eyes. She smiled and nodded, giving no signs that they had met before. Heero didn't know what to make of it, so he simply scaled the tree and brought the small kitten down in his arms.
"KITTY!" Relena cried, jumping up and down. "You saved Kitty!"
Heero nodded and bent down to be eye level with Relena. "Here you go." he said quietly, handing her the cat. She snatched it out of his grasp and cradled the animal to her chest. "Oh thank you!" she said sweetly, hugging Heero around the neck. "Thank you thank you thank you tha-"
"Alright Relena, he gets the point." Milliardo said, walking over and prying his little sister away. Heero smirked and got to his feet. He wasn't sure what exactly was going on here, but he knew that it was very important in a way that he didn't yet understand.
"Well, I'll be going." Heero muttered, sticking his hands in his trenchcoat pockets and turning to go. He stopped as he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Oh, wait a second, I didn't even get your name."
"It's Heero." he stated, looking at Relena's mother. "Who're you?"
"Oh, how silly of me. I'm Karen Peacecraft. This is my son Milliardo and my daughter Relena." she paused and smiled. "I know this is a little presumptuous of me, seeing as how I don't even know you, but would you like to come to lunch with us? Relena's taken a real shining to you."
If Heero believed in destiny, this would have to be one of those moments where he marveled at fate. But being a believer in no one but himself, he shrugged it off as a weird coincidence. "No, I have plans." he stated. Mrs. Peacecraft nodded and fished a business card out of her purse.
"Well, here's our home phone in case you ever need something. We're indebted. Come on kids, time to go eat."
"Bye." Milliardo mumbled, shooting Heero a dark glance. "I coulda gotten the cat out of the tree by myself you know."
Heero didn't know how to respond so he just watched as Milliardo stalked off.
"Bye Heewo!" Relena said, smiling widely and skipping off after her brother. Heero watched them go and scratched his head. His life had just gotten a whole lot more complicated.
He walked home, once again in that now familiar daze. What could this all mean? How was that ghostly premonition of the little girl connected to the real Relena? And what did it have to do with him? Nothing made sense anymore.
Heero trudged up the stairs to the apartment and stuck the house key in the lock. Despite the fact that it was noon, Duo and Hilde were probably both still sleeping. Turning the key and unlocking the door, Heero stepped inside.
Sure enough, the house was deadly silent. He found himself walking quietly just to match the stillness hanging in the air. Heero retreated back to his room and closed the door, flooding himself in blackness. Being able to see in any kind of light, he made his way over to the empty bulletin board hanging over his desk and tacked up the card the Peacecrafts had given him. He looked at it for awhile, memorizing the phone number. Then, just as suddenly, he reached over and tore the card down.
"I don't like to be toyed with…" he whispered, ripping the card in half. "Especially by that girl, Relena." He watched as the two severed pieces of paper floated down to the ground before crashing backwards on the bed. "I'm gonna kill her." he said to the empty room, his voice steady and sure. "I'm gonna kill her…"