Title: Dark Horizons: Book 1
Author: Lyssa
Feedback: Lyssa10149@aol.com
Part: 2/8-9
Warnings: AU, Date rape (not graphic), Shonen ai, I'm playing fast and lose with Trowa's background but this is an AU fic so just go with me on this.
Pairings: Book 1[4+1, 4x1, slight 2+1]
Chapter 2 [OCx1, slight 4+1, slight 2+1]
Archive: Fanfiction.net, anyone else just ask
Disclaimers: I do not own L.J. Smith's Dark Visions. Nor do I own the Gundam boys as much as I might wish otherwise. They each belong to their perspective owners. I'm just borrowing them for the time being.
Summary: Fusion with L.J. Smith's series Dark Visions. The five Gundam boys are found to have psychic abilities and asked to participate in a project. This chapter the five boys meet for the first time. Comments and constructive criticism is always loved and craved
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Dark Horizons
Book 1
Chapter 2
Heero went thru the gates after disembarking from the plane with a feeling of anticipation. These were his first steps in a new life. He admitted to himself he was nervous. This was the first time he had ever been away from home. The flight was great though. It was his first time on a plane and he hoped it wouldn't be his last. The sensation of flight: he didn't have words to describe it, but so far it's the best experience of his life.
Shaking thoughts of the incredible flight from his mind he begins searching for Miss Une. She was supposed to meet him when the plane landed. Looking around he spots her waving and calling his name. "Heero, over here."
"Miss Une, hello how have you been?" Heero asks as he approaches his soon to be teacher.
"Hi Heero, I'm fine I trust your flight was Ok." Miss Une replies as she herds him toward the baggage claim area.
"My flight was fine Miss Une." They dodge happy reunions and tearful farewells in the crowded walkways.
" Heero why don't you go on and get your baggage. I want to make a quick call and let them know you've arrived."
Nodding Heero heads on to the corral while Une heads for a nearby phone. While standing and waiting for his baggage to come out he notices a tall man watching him. The man is dressed in robes and looks to be of Arabic descent. Heero turns back to the corral maybe if he's not paying attention the guy will stop looking. The man could be looking at someone else maybe he misjudged where the stranger was looking.
After spotting his baggage, the Prussian eyed boy leans over to retrieve his property. When he stood back up and looked around the strange man was not around. Breathing a sigh of relief Heero starts to head toward the phones to meet up with Miss Une. A hand suddenly clamps down on his arm and spins him around.
Anger wells up at someone daring to put his hands on him. Heero looks up with a cold anger smoldering in intense Prussian eyes. Eyes that struck fear in those that were unfortunate enough to anger him. Instead for the first time true terror overcomes him as he gazes into fathomless eyes. The ageless wisdom of millennia shines through their depths.
Heero lets out a startled cry faced with the stranger who had been staring at him so intently. Keeping a tight hold on the slender boy the man begins to drag him away from the phones. Frightened Heero begins to struggle in the strong grip. With an impatient shake the man stops and shoves a picture in front of Heero.
Roses of many colors and varieties surround an expanse of lush green grass. In the center of the garden is a fountain of pure white marble. It rises gracefully from its base with a female figure holding a large crystal that glows. The sky is all the grayish blue and red gold's of the evening sunset. Still struggling Heero manages to breakaway from his abductor.
He runs terrified toward the phones where Miss Une is supposed to meet him. Not turning around he hears a shout to stop and the sound of the man chasing him. Abruptly he comes to a stop as another hand grabs his arm and he begins to struggle.
"Heero what's wrong?" a familiar voice asks. "Why were you running? Are you Ok Heero?"
" Miss Une?" Heero shakily asks. Trembling as reaction finally sets in.
"Heero. What happened? You're shaking like a leaf." Une asks in concern as she watches the boy slowly calm down.
"This man grabbed me and started pulling me away from this area."
"What! Come on Heero we need to get security," cried an alarmed and maddened Une.
"I'm all right Miss Une. He didn't hurt me at all. We don't need to call anyone."
"We don't allow kidnappers like that to run around loose in Sanq Heero. Now come on." And the two report to the airport security. After a couple hours of intense searching no one is found matching the description Heero gave.
Heero and Miss Une leave the airport after giving the authorities their information and assurances that they will get in contact if anything is found. After retrieving Heero's bags the two begin their journey to the Sanq institute.
"Miss Une?" Heero questions uncertainly.
"Yes, Heero"
"That girl…" he pauses gathering his courage. "That girl in the accident did she make it? Do you know what happened?"
Une looks at the boy next to her. His face is impassive but his eyes show how worried he is. "She'll be in recovery for a long time Heero, but at least she survived for a while the doctors were not sure she would."
An intense look of relief passes over Heero's face. "Thank you for telling me. Miss Une could you tell me more about the program?"
"Of course Heero. Ours is a small program. It was established last year with the goal of studying legitimate gifts by the Romafeller foundation. Our benefactor is Dekim Barton." Enthusiasm lights up Une's face as she speaks. "How can I describe Mr. Barton? Well he's brilliant for one. He's also an incredible business man. His real interest though is the psychic phenomenon. He's the one that pushed the school to open up this research. Just wait until you meet him Heero, then you'll understand just how important he is."
"We'll be doing tests and research on your gifts every day, sort of like having an extra class. The tests will be structured to find out not only what you can do, but how to control your gifts." Une finishes eyes shining with excitement.
Silence reigns as Heero thinks over what he has just heard. It's beginning to dawn on him that maybe this is going to be all right. A sudden attack of nerves leads him to ask Une another question.
"Umm…what are the others like? You said there were four more students as part of this project?"
"You'll like them Heero. The other students are all boys and their the same age as you."
Heero fall silent again as he speculates about his new housemates. He hopes they're not too bad. He didn't get along to well with guys. Well, he didn't get along with almost everyone but guys especially. He was attracted to other boys. He has always known that he was different in that respect. While most of the males he knew speculated on the females around them. He was indifferent; instead he preferred to think about the boys around him.
It's been something he's struggled to hide. It was bad enough the way everyone treated him because of his abilities. He didn't want any trouble over his sexual preference. Not after Him. Not after what He did. God he was so stupid. He had felt so flattered when Kris asked him out.
Kris had said he was special, and beautiful. He had been so happy. They would take long walks at night. Curl up together and watch movies on the television. Steal kisses when no one was looking. It had been perfect. Until the night it had gone so wrong.
Kris and he had been necking. Nothing serious just little kisses and hugs snuggled on the sofa at Kris's house. Then Kris had started getting aggressive. The kiss grew harder and more demanding. His hand started roaming over his body. Heero started to become alarmed. He tried to get Kris to stop…really he did. He asked Kris to stop.
Instead of stopping it just grew worse. Kris sat on top of him holding him down. Then came the worst part Kris slipped a hand down his pants grabbing him. In fear and desperation Heero heaved with all his strength and flung the other boy across the room. Tears streaming down he ran toward the door with Kris yelling after him. Calling him names and saying that he was only giving him what he had asked for.
Thinking back on that time maybe Kris was right. Maybe he had been asking for it. He wanted to believe so badly that Kris loved him. Maybe he led him on or sent out the wrong vibes. He had such a fantasy on what it would be like to have someone who loved him. The tender kisses, the special looks, and just being with his loved one.
Well, lets just say Kris killed any romantic feeling he might have had. Heero truly didn't think that love existed. If it did exist then it was only for others not him. Heero hoped his new housemates would turn out to be friends. He didn't need a relationship, but he wanted friends.
"We're here Heero."
Shaken out of his melancholy thoughts he looks up to see the place he'll be spending the next year. Only to be stunned nearly speechless. It was a fairly ordinary old style Victorian house, with manicured lawns. But… it was purple. A vulgar outlandish purple, he was going to live in that… for a year… a whole year.
"It's purple"
"Don't worry you'll get used to it. Why don't you go in and meet the others?" Une laughingly replies.
Heero nods in response, before moving toward the entrance. A brief feeling of panic rises as he opens the door to enter his new home. From a room at the back of the house a tall slender boy appears. His brown hair covers one eye in an unusual style.
The dark haired lad notices Heero standing in the doorway. With a look of warmth in his green eyes he walks toward the boy. Eyes roaming over the new boys slight form he holds his hand out toward Heero.
"Hello, you must be Heero Yui. My name is Trowa Barton." The soft but low voice greets. "I'm one of your fellow students."
"Yes, hello, my name's Heero. How did you know?" comes the shy reply.
A slight smile crosses Trowa's lips "Well, Miss Une did call from the airport and let us know you were on your way."
"Hold that pose and smile" a voice followed by a sudden flash startle both boys. Who turn and see a grinning black haired Asian boy lower a camera.
"The baka holding the camera is Wufei Chang." An amused Trowa introduces the black-eyed youth. "He's another student."
"Hi, it's nice to meet you." Wufei replies as he holds his hands out in greeting.
The boys move into the living room talking and laughing amongst them. Instant friendship seems to form between them. Trowa appears to be quiet and serious. There is also a hint of good-natured humor under the calm serenity. Wufei appears to have a streak of mischief running through his seriousness.
Within a few minutes of knowing these boys for the first time since he was little Heero felt like he belongs. Secretly he hugs that emotion to his heart. All his previous feelings of panic and nervousness recede. This is going to be a great year. For once he's going to be happy.
"So where are you from?" Heero asks.
"Well I'm from China" Wufei replies.
"And I'm a Native American from Washington State." Trowa answers.1
"Oh, really that's so interesting."
Wufei interrupts "Yah, Barton there talks to animals."
Heero's eyes widen "Really? Is that your gift?"
"Well, I don't really talk to them it's more… like knowing how they feel and projecting my feeling to them. I can also influence them to a certain extent. Kind of a thought projection is what Une says at least."
A month ago Heero wouldn't have believed it. Even with his gifts. The thought of that kind of gift would have been farfetched. Now… well, now he's willing to believe a lot.
"I have psycho kinesis. You know mind over matter." Announces Wufei.
"You mean like bending spoon's?" asks Heero uncertainly.
"No that's pretty much fake. Real PK is only for small things. What do you do Heero?"
A slight blush crosses Heero's face. "Umm…I sort of see the future usually through drawings I do.
A thoughtful look passes between Trowa and Wufei. "Cool" is the Asian boys answer. Trowa asks, "Does that mean you're an artist?"
Heero thinks about this for a minute. It's not something he's ever really thought about before. But Trowa and Wufei make him ache to pick up a brush or pencil and draw their portraits. So he answers honestly, "Yes, I guess so. I do like to draw."
"So what about sleeping arrangements?" Heero inquires.
"We were discussing that when you came. There are four bedrooms upstairs. One large bedroom, two smaller bedrooms toward the back and a medium sized one between the larger and smaller rooms." Trowa replies.
Being practical Heero offers his opinion. "Well whoever rooms together should obviously have the larger of the rooms."
"I agree but the problem is only the two larger rooms have cable. I'll die without my MTV." Wufei explains looking truly upset at the idea.2
"Well, I don't watch much TV. I'd like a room with a northern window though for when I do my painting." Heero replies while looking amused at Wufei. "I'll just go upstairs and check out the rooms."
"I'd check out the largest room if I were you it has a Jacuzzi!" exclaims Wufei as Heero walks towards the stairs.3
Heero looks back when he hears Wufei. He immediately walks into the person standing there. Only to then rebound and feel a sharp pain tear through his knee.
"Oh… I'm sorry are you ok?" A quiet voice asks. Angry at whoever caused him to fall Heero lifts his head to glare at the person standing over him. He finds himself staring into a beautiful blue green gaze. Stunned the Prussian eyed boy continues staring while a faint blush crosses his face.
The new boy thinking the one he knocked down is hurting bends down reaching for Heero's leg. "You're hurt maybe I can help." Without waiting for a reply he begins to feel the leg with the impartiality of a doctor examining his patient.
Warmth courses through Heero at the unknown boys touch. The feelings the boy invokes with his indifferent touch sparks something within Heero that he's never felt before.
"It's not broken or strained, but there will be a bad bruise and it's going to hurt. Sit still and let me fix it."
A strange feeling comes from the boy's hands. It starts out, as sort of a low burning then turns into a sensation almost like pain but not quite. Tingling and a feeling of energy accompany the weird sensation. As the boy takes his hand away there is a feeling of renewal and the pain is gone.
"There all better now." The boy says absently looking like he's just come in from running a couple of miles.
"What did you do?" a look of awe crosses Heero's face as he gazes at the boy in front of him. The boy in front of him is beautiful. Tousled blond hair falls charmingly over the boys face making Heero ache to reach out and brush it back.
"A kind of energy transference. I'll go outside to help Miss Une with the baggage." The boy turns to go outside.
"Wait! What's your name?" Heero cries out as the boy leaves.
"Quatre"
End chapter 2
Authors notes: 1- I know Trow's not a Native American I did warn you I was playing fast and loose with his background.
2-*giggle* that comes directly from the book I loved the thought of Wufei saying that so I put it in.
3-Ok no Hentai thoughts… at least during book one won't promise after that.
Duo: *reading over Lyssa's shoulder* Hey! Why is Heero acting so interested in Quatre?
Lyssa: *grows pale* Well… umm… He's just admiring Quatre's looks. Yah! That's it; even you have to admit Quatre's cute Duo.
Duo: *looking suspicious* Are you sure?
Lyssa: *slowly moving away while crossing fingers behind her back* of course Duo-chan. Would I lie to you?
Duo: *continues looking suspicious as Lyssa makes a quick exit*
Well I'm done with chapter 2. I thought I would get to introduce Duo this chapter, but it was running long so he'll show up next chapter. I hope you enjoyed this chapter and as always I love comments and constructive criticism.
Author: Lyssa
Feedback: Lyssa10149@aol.com
Part: 2/8-9
Warnings: AU, Date rape (not graphic), Shonen ai, I'm playing fast and lose with Trowa's background but this is an AU fic so just go with me on this.
Pairings: Book 1[4+1, 4x1, slight 2+1]
Chapter 2 [OCx1, slight 4+1, slight 2+1]
Archive: Fanfiction.net, anyone else just ask
Disclaimers: I do not own L.J. Smith's Dark Visions. Nor do I own the Gundam boys as much as I might wish otherwise. They each belong to their perspective owners. I'm just borrowing them for the time being.
Summary: Fusion with L.J. Smith's series Dark Visions. The five Gundam boys are found to have psychic abilities and asked to participate in a project. This chapter the five boys meet for the first time. Comments and constructive criticism is always loved and craved
_____________________________________________________________________________
Dark Horizons
Book 1
Chapter 2
Heero went thru the gates after disembarking from the plane with a feeling of anticipation. These were his first steps in a new life. He admitted to himself he was nervous. This was the first time he had ever been away from home. The flight was great though. It was his first time on a plane and he hoped it wouldn't be his last. The sensation of flight: he didn't have words to describe it, but so far it's the best experience of his life.
Shaking thoughts of the incredible flight from his mind he begins searching for Miss Une. She was supposed to meet him when the plane landed. Looking around he spots her waving and calling his name. "Heero, over here."
"Miss Une, hello how have you been?" Heero asks as he approaches his soon to be teacher.
"Hi Heero, I'm fine I trust your flight was Ok." Miss Une replies as she herds him toward the baggage claim area.
"My flight was fine Miss Une." They dodge happy reunions and tearful farewells in the crowded walkways.
" Heero why don't you go on and get your baggage. I want to make a quick call and let them know you've arrived."
Nodding Heero heads on to the corral while Une heads for a nearby phone. While standing and waiting for his baggage to come out he notices a tall man watching him. The man is dressed in robes and looks to be of Arabic descent. Heero turns back to the corral maybe if he's not paying attention the guy will stop looking. The man could be looking at someone else maybe he misjudged where the stranger was looking.
After spotting his baggage, the Prussian eyed boy leans over to retrieve his property. When he stood back up and looked around the strange man was not around. Breathing a sigh of relief Heero starts to head toward the phones to meet up with Miss Une. A hand suddenly clamps down on his arm and spins him around.
Anger wells up at someone daring to put his hands on him. Heero looks up with a cold anger smoldering in intense Prussian eyes. Eyes that struck fear in those that were unfortunate enough to anger him. Instead for the first time true terror overcomes him as he gazes into fathomless eyes. The ageless wisdom of millennia shines through their depths.
Heero lets out a startled cry faced with the stranger who had been staring at him so intently. Keeping a tight hold on the slender boy the man begins to drag him away from the phones. Frightened Heero begins to struggle in the strong grip. With an impatient shake the man stops and shoves a picture in front of Heero.
Roses of many colors and varieties surround an expanse of lush green grass. In the center of the garden is a fountain of pure white marble. It rises gracefully from its base with a female figure holding a large crystal that glows. The sky is all the grayish blue and red gold's of the evening sunset. Still struggling Heero manages to breakaway from his abductor.
He runs terrified toward the phones where Miss Une is supposed to meet him. Not turning around he hears a shout to stop and the sound of the man chasing him. Abruptly he comes to a stop as another hand grabs his arm and he begins to struggle.
"Heero what's wrong?" a familiar voice asks. "Why were you running? Are you Ok Heero?"
" Miss Une?" Heero shakily asks. Trembling as reaction finally sets in.
"Heero. What happened? You're shaking like a leaf." Une asks in concern as she watches the boy slowly calm down.
"This man grabbed me and started pulling me away from this area."
"What! Come on Heero we need to get security," cried an alarmed and maddened Une.
"I'm all right Miss Une. He didn't hurt me at all. We don't need to call anyone."
"We don't allow kidnappers like that to run around loose in Sanq Heero. Now come on." And the two report to the airport security. After a couple hours of intense searching no one is found matching the description Heero gave.
Heero and Miss Une leave the airport after giving the authorities their information and assurances that they will get in contact if anything is found. After retrieving Heero's bags the two begin their journey to the Sanq institute.
"Miss Une?" Heero questions uncertainly.
"Yes, Heero"
"That girl…" he pauses gathering his courage. "That girl in the accident did she make it? Do you know what happened?"
Une looks at the boy next to her. His face is impassive but his eyes show how worried he is. "She'll be in recovery for a long time Heero, but at least she survived for a while the doctors were not sure she would."
An intense look of relief passes over Heero's face. "Thank you for telling me. Miss Une could you tell me more about the program?"
"Of course Heero. Ours is a small program. It was established last year with the goal of studying legitimate gifts by the Romafeller foundation. Our benefactor is Dekim Barton." Enthusiasm lights up Une's face as she speaks. "How can I describe Mr. Barton? Well he's brilliant for one. He's also an incredible business man. His real interest though is the psychic phenomenon. He's the one that pushed the school to open up this research. Just wait until you meet him Heero, then you'll understand just how important he is."
"We'll be doing tests and research on your gifts every day, sort of like having an extra class. The tests will be structured to find out not only what you can do, but how to control your gifts." Une finishes eyes shining with excitement.
Silence reigns as Heero thinks over what he has just heard. It's beginning to dawn on him that maybe this is going to be all right. A sudden attack of nerves leads him to ask Une another question.
"Umm…what are the others like? You said there were four more students as part of this project?"
"You'll like them Heero. The other students are all boys and their the same age as you."
Heero fall silent again as he speculates about his new housemates. He hopes they're not too bad. He didn't get along to well with guys. Well, he didn't get along with almost everyone but guys especially. He was attracted to other boys. He has always known that he was different in that respect. While most of the males he knew speculated on the females around them. He was indifferent; instead he preferred to think about the boys around him.
It's been something he's struggled to hide. It was bad enough the way everyone treated him because of his abilities. He didn't want any trouble over his sexual preference. Not after Him. Not after what He did. God he was so stupid. He had felt so flattered when Kris asked him out.
Kris had said he was special, and beautiful. He had been so happy. They would take long walks at night. Curl up together and watch movies on the television. Steal kisses when no one was looking. It had been perfect. Until the night it had gone so wrong.
Kris and he had been necking. Nothing serious just little kisses and hugs snuggled on the sofa at Kris's house. Then Kris had started getting aggressive. The kiss grew harder and more demanding. His hand started roaming over his body. Heero started to become alarmed. He tried to get Kris to stop…really he did. He asked Kris to stop.
Instead of stopping it just grew worse. Kris sat on top of him holding him down. Then came the worst part Kris slipped a hand down his pants grabbing him. In fear and desperation Heero heaved with all his strength and flung the other boy across the room. Tears streaming down he ran toward the door with Kris yelling after him. Calling him names and saying that he was only giving him what he had asked for.
Thinking back on that time maybe Kris was right. Maybe he had been asking for it. He wanted to believe so badly that Kris loved him. Maybe he led him on or sent out the wrong vibes. He had such a fantasy on what it would be like to have someone who loved him. The tender kisses, the special looks, and just being with his loved one.
Well, lets just say Kris killed any romantic feeling he might have had. Heero truly didn't think that love existed. If it did exist then it was only for others not him. Heero hoped his new housemates would turn out to be friends. He didn't need a relationship, but he wanted friends.
"We're here Heero."
Shaken out of his melancholy thoughts he looks up to see the place he'll be spending the next year. Only to be stunned nearly speechless. It was a fairly ordinary old style Victorian house, with manicured lawns. But… it was purple. A vulgar outlandish purple, he was going to live in that… for a year… a whole year.
"It's purple"
"Don't worry you'll get used to it. Why don't you go in and meet the others?" Une laughingly replies.
Heero nods in response, before moving toward the entrance. A brief feeling of panic rises as he opens the door to enter his new home. From a room at the back of the house a tall slender boy appears. His brown hair covers one eye in an unusual style.
The dark haired lad notices Heero standing in the doorway. With a look of warmth in his green eyes he walks toward the boy. Eyes roaming over the new boys slight form he holds his hand out toward Heero.
"Hello, you must be Heero Yui. My name is Trowa Barton." The soft but low voice greets. "I'm one of your fellow students."
"Yes, hello, my name's Heero. How did you know?" comes the shy reply.
A slight smile crosses Trowa's lips "Well, Miss Une did call from the airport and let us know you were on your way."
"Hold that pose and smile" a voice followed by a sudden flash startle both boys. Who turn and see a grinning black haired Asian boy lower a camera.
"The baka holding the camera is Wufei Chang." An amused Trowa introduces the black-eyed youth. "He's another student."
"Hi, it's nice to meet you." Wufei replies as he holds his hands out in greeting.
The boys move into the living room talking and laughing amongst them. Instant friendship seems to form between them. Trowa appears to be quiet and serious. There is also a hint of good-natured humor under the calm serenity. Wufei appears to have a streak of mischief running through his seriousness.
Within a few minutes of knowing these boys for the first time since he was little Heero felt like he belongs. Secretly he hugs that emotion to his heart. All his previous feelings of panic and nervousness recede. This is going to be a great year. For once he's going to be happy.
"So where are you from?" Heero asks.
"Well I'm from China" Wufei replies.
"And I'm a Native American from Washington State." Trowa answers.1
"Oh, really that's so interesting."
Wufei interrupts "Yah, Barton there talks to animals."
Heero's eyes widen "Really? Is that your gift?"
"Well, I don't really talk to them it's more… like knowing how they feel and projecting my feeling to them. I can also influence them to a certain extent. Kind of a thought projection is what Une says at least."
A month ago Heero wouldn't have believed it. Even with his gifts. The thought of that kind of gift would have been farfetched. Now… well, now he's willing to believe a lot.
"I have psycho kinesis. You know mind over matter." Announces Wufei.
"You mean like bending spoon's?" asks Heero uncertainly.
"No that's pretty much fake. Real PK is only for small things. What do you do Heero?"
A slight blush crosses Heero's face. "Umm…I sort of see the future usually through drawings I do.
A thoughtful look passes between Trowa and Wufei. "Cool" is the Asian boys answer. Trowa asks, "Does that mean you're an artist?"
Heero thinks about this for a minute. It's not something he's ever really thought about before. But Trowa and Wufei make him ache to pick up a brush or pencil and draw their portraits. So he answers honestly, "Yes, I guess so. I do like to draw."
"So what about sleeping arrangements?" Heero inquires.
"We were discussing that when you came. There are four bedrooms upstairs. One large bedroom, two smaller bedrooms toward the back and a medium sized one between the larger and smaller rooms." Trowa replies.
Being practical Heero offers his opinion. "Well whoever rooms together should obviously have the larger of the rooms."
"I agree but the problem is only the two larger rooms have cable. I'll die without my MTV." Wufei explains looking truly upset at the idea.2
"Well, I don't watch much TV. I'd like a room with a northern window though for when I do my painting." Heero replies while looking amused at Wufei. "I'll just go upstairs and check out the rooms."
"I'd check out the largest room if I were you it has a Jacuzzi!" exclaims Wufei as Heero walks towards the stairs.3
Heero looks back when he hears Wufei. He immediately walks into the person standing there. Only to then rebound and feel a sharp pain tear through his knee.
"Oh… I'm sorry are you ok?" A quiet voice asks. Angry at whoever caused him to fall Heero lifts his head to glare at the person standing over him. He finds himself staring into a beautiful blue green gaze. Stunned the Prussian eyed boy continues staring while a faint blush crosses his face.
The new boy thinking the one he knocked down is hurting bends down reaching for Heero's leg. "You're hurt maybe I can help." Without waiting for a reply he begins to feel the leg with the impartiality of a doctor examining his patient.
Warmth courses through Heero at the unknown boys touch. The feelings the boy invokes with his indifferent touch sparks something within Heero that he's never felt before.
"It's not broken or strained, but there will be a bad bruise and it's going to hurt. Sit still and let me fix it."
A strange feeling comes from the boy's hands. It starts out, as sort of a low burning then turns into a sensation almost like pain but not quite. Tingling and a feeling of energy accompany the weird sensation. As the boy takes his hand away there is a feeling of renewal and the pain is gone.
"There all better now." The boy says absently looking like he's just come in from running a couple of miles.
"What did you do?" a look of awe crosses Heero's face as he gazes at the boy in front of him. The boy in front of him is beautiful. Tousled blond hair falls charmingly over the boys face making Heero ache to reach out and brush it back.
"A kind of energy transference. I'll go outside to help Miss Une with the baggage." The boy turns to go outside.
"Wait! What's your name?" Heero cries out as the boy leaves.
"Quatre"
End chapter 2
Authors notes: 1- I know Trow's not a Native American I did warn you I was playing fast and loose with his background.
2-*giggle* that comes directly from the book I loved the thought of Wufei saying that so I put it in.
3-Ok no Hentai thoughts… at least during book one won't promise after that.
Duo: *reading over Lyssa's shoulder* Hey! Why is Heero acting so interested in Quatre?
Lyssa: *grows pale* Well… umm… He's just admiring Quatre's looks. Yah! That's it; even you have to admit Quatre's cute Duo.
Duo: *looking suspicious* Are you sure?
Lyssa: *slowly moving away while crossing fingers behind her back* of course Duo-chan. Would I lie to you?
Duo: *continues looking suspicious as Lyssa makes a quick exit*
Well I'm done with chapter 2. I thought I would get to introduce Duo this chapter, but it was running long so he'll show up next chapter. I hope you enjoyed this chapter and as always I love comments and constructive criticism.