If We
Had Wings
(The Story Of Five
Individuals)
AC 197
"Heero, you promised me that
you'd help me out here. Think of it as a mission!"
The cheery Duo said wearing
black jeans and a baggy black shirt. His hair was done it it's usual braid and
his cross was in plain view over his shirt. Heero was wearing the normal Heero
attire or spandex.
"I did promises, and I did
help. Now I'm going."
"You've got to play more
than one song if you wanna help out Heero."
"Hn."
"Please????"
Duo put on his best puppy eyes
on and looked right into Heero's eyes.
"… Fine."
"All right!!!"
Heero went back to his post
behind the drums. Duo had once again talked into doing something ridiculously
stupid; this time it was playing the drums in his band "The Duo Maxwell Band".
If he were going to stay in this band, he'd talk about changing that, but
seeing he wouldn't, who cared?
The drums came fairly easy
to Heero anyway, all he had to do was hit one of five percussion items at a
time, sometimes two and he had to keep a bass line going. Out of all the
training he had endured in the first eight years of his life, this would have
been by far, the easiest.
"Ok Heero, do number 2."
Duo had five songs, he had
numbered them 1-5 and showed Heero how to play the drum parts, and of course
Heero had easily memorized all five and could re-cap them all.
Duo was playing the guitar,
something he had just started doing last summer, but had picked up on it really
fast. He was a smart one that Duo.
Their bass guitar, however,
was Heero's laptop. They couldn't find a bassist or a bass for that matter and
had to settle for the MIDI program.
Heero began to play and
after a couple seconds Duo started on the guitar, after a couple more seconds
Duo started to sing. The only thing that intrigued Heero about this was Duo
singing. He became someone completely different. He lost all that joy and his
eyes filled his sadness. Duo never told anyone what he sang about, no matter
how many time they asked. He would just say that it was personal and then he
would change the subject.
Heero came out of his
thoughts to see Duo looking at him with those sad eyes. He almost dropped his
drumsticks. Instead he just stared back. That lasted for a couple seconds when
Duo said something and immediately started to smile again.
"We finally didn't screw up.
We're on our way to the big show!"
Then Duo laughed and went to
go eat something in their apartment kitchen.
As soon as they turned 17
the two left the Church, Father Maxwell had let them stay when they were still 16
because they weren't sure if they wanted to become priest or not, when they
finally decided, they had to leave so that other orphans could take their
place.
The two now lived in an
apartment in downtown Toronto. Duo still visited the church on his way home
from work at a manga store; Heero wasn't as attached to the church at all and
never visited.
They both had steady jobs,
but nothing you'd want to do for the rest of your life, that's why Duo was
following his musical domination plan. And seeing they were roommates, he
invited Heero with him, or more like begged and pleaded.
Heero put away the
drumsticks and turned Duo's amp off (he could never remember to do it himself)
and then joined Duo in the kitchen. Duo was sitting at the table looking
outside and smiling.
Without looking away from
the window he said:
"Ya know Heero, if we had
wings we could fly away…"
Heero simply nodded.
"Hn."
*
"Well Trowa Bloom."
Katherine said leaning on
him as he sat on a chair in front of her.
"Looks like all your work
paid off, two months from now you'll be a star."
Katherine smiled and Quatre
who was standing in front of Trowa reflecting the smile.
Ever since the fateful night
a year and some months ago when the enraged Wu Fei had attacked, Trowa and
Quatre had been very close. Their connection was something that simply happened
and no one cared to explain it.
When the two had discovered
their same love for music, they found more reasons to hang around each other.
And now Quatre was helping
Trowa far more than anyone else could really. Quatre had helped Trowa get a
record contract to make one album, an album that just that day had finally
finished. Trowa only wanted to sing three out of the fourteen sings, even
though he wrote all the songs, so he offered the position of singer to
Katherine, she immediately accepted. And Quatre was on some of the tracks with
his violin.
His music was a melon collie
alternative and so Katherine's voice and Quatre's violin worked in there very
well.
"Let's listen to it!"
Katherine said enthusiastically as she bound for the recording table and
pressed play.
Tsumetaku,
Kooritsuita tsuki no kakera
ga,
Furisosogu you ni,
Hitori no yoru ga ochite
kuru…
The song began
to play. All of them sat in silence and listened to the CD in a content that
they figured would never go away.
*
Treize walked
down the hallway of the asylum. Ever since his corporation of OZ had taken over
the world some years back, nobody had opposed him… that is until now. Damn all
the rebels to hell. The secret organizations and their one mysterious leader
who went by the alias Edgar Allan Poe, or something like that.
That's what
brought him here, he needed someone absolutely ruthless who could take all the
rebels out and then OZ would once again be problem free. For some time he had
heard of this boy who was about 17, an incredible fighter, terribly intelligent
and probably would not re-consider killing someone.
That's why we
was here, he had tried to kill that Winner boy.
He walked into
the gym just in time to see Wu Fei Chang give the final blow to a sparing
partner. The other man went flying across the room from the young mans blow;
Treize was impressed and started to clap with a smug grin on his face.
Wufei turned
and glared at the man clapping.
"Wonderful fighting,"
Treize, said walking forward no longer clapping.
Wu Fei was
still a bit out of breath but answered. "Who are you?"
"My name is
Treize Khusrenada, and I'm here about your release from… this place," he
answered with great confidence.
"What about my
'release'?"
"I want to
offer you a job, I realize that most people wouldn't want to employ and x-con,
but you seem to fit what I need perfectly."
"And what
would that be?" Wu Fei asked curious about the offer.
"A Count in
the OZ military."
Wu Fei looked
at him and laughed.
"There's no
way I'm joining a military organization hat has no sense of honour."
"Ah yes, it
does mention in here that you all always in 'search' of justice and honour,
they call it a compulsive obsession disorder."
"Call it what
you want, but leave me alone, I'm not interested," Wu Fei then turned and began
to leave.
"You would be
fighting an honourable cause. I want you to lead an army to kill off rebels,
rebels who mercilessly kill off women and children who have nothing to do with
war. You want justice? Justice would be to stop them."
Wu Fei stopped
and turned around.
"How do I know
you're telling the truth and it's not actually OZ doing that?"
"You'll have
to come with me to find out."
TO BE
CONTINUED…
(When I wrote
this, the big question on my mind was how I'd get Wu Fei back into the picture,
then I thought about it for a while and suddenly everything started to fit
together oh so perfectly. Now, I'm going on an estimate that this story will be
about ten chapters, but we'll see. Anyway, I like where my story's going…
hopefully you guys will as well. Comments are always welcome!)
If We Had Wings
By: Lady Shinimegami