Title: Silence and the Soldier
Author: Satsuki Kitsune
Category: yaoi
Rating: PG-13… for now.
Pairings: 3x1 (more later, I think.)
Warnings: the usual…boys with boys… and perhaps I will get to a lemon
later on.
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing characters and universe are the property of the
copyright owners. Plus whatever is mine, is mine (which is little or
nothing). I don't make any money….
Feedback: Any and all comments and feedback is welcome!!!!!!!!! Please!!
Notes: Well, I got the first part up, and people liked it! I was so
happy!! In this part, I get to have fun torturing Heero…. Heh… AND!! I am
hurrying!!! I'm typing as fast as I can!!!
Many thanks to my review-ers: Silver ( I'm so glad you like it!! ^_^ ); Sana (arigato!); Wildfire's Flame (you like Ronin Warriors, too? It was my 'first' anime…); sm00thy31 (yeah, besides Duo and Heero, I like Trowa and Heero together.. ^_^..); and WildfireFriendship ( I promise it will be longer… and yeah, I like Heero as the uke too… tee-hee…) …… And I'm sorry if I forgot anybody!
…How could he face Heero if he woke up in a hospital? But even so, how could he let the Perfect Soldier die?
" Catherine, I can't take him to the hospital. Can't you just get the circus medic?" Trowa said. There, he had made the decision. Catherine sighed,
" I guess." And she ran out side to get the medic.
Trowa gazed at the machine-like beauty of Heero. Messy dark brown hair stuck out in all directions like a messy crown. His chest and arms were lean and finely muscled, but the bronze and healthy glow to his skin had gone. Then, Heero's eyes opened, cloudy because he was not yet fully conscious. The dark prussian eyes were full of masked pain, both physical and emotional. The eyes closed again.
The door burst open and Catherine ran in, closely followed by the medic. He was a tall, middle-aged man with brown hair and blue eyes behind glasses. The man's hand flew to his shocked mouth as he surveyed the scene,
" What the hell did this?"
When Trowa refused to say anything, Catherine turned to the medic,
" Please, no questions. If you don't help him now, he'll die!" The man's frown lessened and he looked at Heero. Taking a breath of air with a gulp, he examined Heero's left arm. He turned to Catherine and Trowa,
" I'll have to set this, and it ain't gonna be pretty," he warned them. Then turning to Heero, he spoke to the pilot's subconscious,
" This is going to hurt…."
With a loud crack, the medic snapped Heero's bone back together expertly. And Heero arched off the table with a hoarse, muffled scream of pain. Cathy went to his head and stroked his soft hair,
" Shhh… Everything's going to be okay, just hold on," she whispered to him.
Trowa watched the scene, feeling an unknown feeling in his heart. It was slightly wrenching, but on the other hand, soft and caressing.
'Its so
hard for me to watch him scream like that…why?'
The medic then set the arm in a tight splint and followed a large pool of blood to Heero's leg. He looked closer into the wound and saw something.
" There's a piece of shrapnel in there. I'll have to dig it out." Trowa nodded silently.
Taking out a tool, the medic used it in Heero's leg, digging slightly. With that, Heero's already harsh breathing hitched in his throat and he involuntarily banged his head on the table, eyes squeezing shut as he gritted his teeth with a moan. Finally, the medic produced a fairly large piece of shrapnel from Heero's leg. Heero let out a huge sigh and relaxed, his mind slipping into something more that unconsciousness, but short of oblivion.
" Is he dead?" Cathy asked cautiously. The medic took Heero's pulse and frowned,
" No, he's not dead, he just went into a coma. I should have guessed that it would happen, because if I had just done that to another person, they'd be dead. I have a feeling that this young man is unlike normal, average people. He must have undergone a lot of training to be able to withstand this," he said. The man bandaged the last of Heero's gashes and bruised, then packed up his medical bag. He turned to Trowa and Catherine for a few last words,
" When he wakes up, don't let him use that arm for a while. Without a cast, you'll have to be extra careful."
*end flashback *
Heero's eyes drooped. After Trowa had told him about the situation with OZ, he found that he was actually tired for once. And Trowa saw it.
" Why don't' you get some rest?" Trowa asked quietly.
Heero's eyes snapped open, and he shook his head stubbornly. But though he tried, he just couldn't keep himself awake.
A strange feeling came over Trowa as he looked at Heero, who had the appearance of a broken toy soldier, the perfection gone. He then moved onto the bed carefully, as not to wake Heero, and gathered Heero into him arms gently. Rocking slightly, Trowa started to hum a lullaby that his mother had sung him so very long ago…….
Sleep now, my
soldier,
The day is done.
Your fight is
over,
The battle has
been won.
Heero woke with a gasp sometime later, sitting painfully upright. Trowa was gone and there were screams of fire and the smell of sulfur outside. There was a battle. His instincts never lied.
'Trowa…'
Slowly but surely, Heero lowered
his legs to the floor. Then, he grabbed the headboard and stood up with a
wince. He wobbled slightly, but eventually limped to the door. Heero opened it
with his good arm, and then limped out the door. Never had he felt so weak.
" TROWA!! Don't do it!!" A young woman, Catherine, climbed up to Heavyarms's cockpit. Trowa, after the surprise on the OZ soldiers at the Circus, had tried to self-destruct. She looked at Trowa angrily, and slapped him as hard as she could.
" Don't you realize that people care about you??!! Did you even stop to think about the people you would leave behind??!!" Now tears ran down Catherine's face as Trowa sat there in silence, stunned by both her words and by the slap.
A while later, Trowa sat in the grove where he hid his gundam, thinking. He heard a sound behind him and jumped up, having his gun ready for any intruder. But the gun soon lowered and his eyes widened as he saw Heero there, looking exhausted.
" Heero! What are you doing here?!" Trowa yelled at him, standing up and going to his side.
" I heard mobile suits," Heero said in an emotionless tone, the best he could manage. Still, his legs wobbled unsteadily, threatening to dump his weak body on the ground. With a sigh, Trowa hooked his arm under Heero's to steady him,
" Don't worry about it."
Heero looked up at Trowa, suddenly captured in the depths of deep green. His heartbeat grew faster with something he'd never felt before, a nice and alien felling. Trowa's eyes locked onto Heero's, suddenly feeling as if his whole body had melted. He lowered his face closer to Heero's…..
The mask of the Perfect Soldier snapped quickly into place, and Heero tore away from the gaze and grasp. He swallowed hard and tried to stop his hands form shaking. Why were they shaking anyways? Confused and uncertain, Heero took off at a stumbling run. Trowa started after him,
" Heero, wait!!"
His breath came in short gasps as he ran. With each step there came pain.
' I've
never felt that way before…what happened?……What's wrong with me??!!'
Heero's vision blurred as his legs gave out under him. He fell with an audible thud, not bothering to try to get up or even fight for consciousness. The last thing he felt was warm, strong arms carrying him before the blackness came to claim him.
Author's Note: hey minna!! Here's another chapter!! I've been typing all morning for you guys….oh well. Its only summer. I've got tons of time. Anyways…. I'll hurry up on the next chapter too….and get a bit more into the 'yaoi' part of the story….heh….. ja!
