Title: Silence and the Soldier

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, if I get up my courage…… well… now that I think about it… I don't REALLY want to do one…
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: ooo-kay. I've been gone for a week, but that doesn't mean that I didn't write! Here's the next chapter!

          Thanks to: WildfireFriendship (Thanks so much * smiles *.. and sorry about the mix-up! ^_^;…); Wildfire's Flame (You're welcome about the guestbook, and thanks for putting my fic on your site!); Nataku's Child (yeah, I know!! I just loved that part of the series, and once I got thinking, I had a fic to write!); Anime Princess  (I am beginning to like the ghosts a lot too, even though Odin is mean in this chapter…he's doing it for a reason, tho);   Xan Samurai ( *bows * hmm. Why thank you! I added more since you read it this afternoon….); Lizzy b (I'm glad you think so. I thought that Trowa and Heero were better together anyways) And that's it, I believe!

          ' I understand, Midii.' Trowa approached the trailer and opened the door.

' Heero……'

" Trowa! You're back!" His sister's cheerful voice greeted him almost immediately. He looked and saw that she was looking in a closet for something. Trowa gave her a nod of acknowledgement.

" Where's Heero?"

Catherine then produced a warm blanket from the closet,

" Oh, he's in the other room, sleeping. I was just getting him another blanket, but his fever seems to have broken. I was just making him more comfortable," she told him, turning to head back into the room. Trowa followed.

' Fever…so that's what Midii meant.'

" Uh, Heero?? Where are you?" Catherine called softly. The Japanese pilot was nowhere to be seen. It was almost like he'd never been there. The bed was neatly made with militaristic precision, with the extra blankets folded at the foot. Also, all remains of the med-kit and bloody bandages had been put up and stored or thrown away. The only thing was a piece of paper on the pillow. Picking it up, Catherine read it aloud,

" Sorry for the trouble, and thank you for taking care of me. – H.Y"

Trowa was shocked to the core. The note was so simple and efficient, much like the old Heero, before the accident. Since when had his Heero made the transition back to the Perfect Soldier?

" I don't understand, Trowa…. Why did he feel the need to just leave like that?" Catherine asked, staring at the note once more. Remembering Midii's words once again, Trowa spoke,

" I…. Well, Catherine, did he say anything before you went to get him a blanket?" he asked, trying to at least get some answers. Catherine sighed.

" Well, he was talking in his sleep. Talking about this "Odin" person, and some stuff about the war," the girl answered, frowning slightly.

Suddenly, there was a gust of air, something that shouldn't be in a trailer, except when a window was open.

' Wait…a window open? I guess Heero has some flaws…' Trowa thought. In his mind, Midii appeared then. She pointed to the window.

" Go. Follow him, he's not that far ahead. Go on." She prompted in soft tones.

" I'll be right back, Catherine. I'm going to go find him." With that, Trowa ran out of there, and into the streets of the colony.

" Wait!! Trowa!! The show!! You can't miss it!!" Catherine cried after him. But Trowa was long gone.

" Where are you taking me??" came a ragged voice. The Wing pilot himself staggered out from an alley. His eyes were unfocused and wide as he looked at something that wasn't there. That something was a ghost….. a ghost of a man: Odin Lowe to be exact.

" Keep on moving," Odin's voice ordered. Heero's eyes darkened in anger, and he refused to move.

" No. Not until you tell me where you're taking me," he proclaimed. Odin's face showed anger and his fist clenched. He used his willpower not to hit the young pilot.

" Silence, boy! You question my orders?! Since when have you become so weak?" he shouted angrily. Heero flinched as if he'd been struck, and stared at the ground, trembling slightly. He bowed his head,

" Sorry, Sir."

" Much better, boy. There may be hope for you yet." Odin's face calmed as they continued walking.

" Stop calling me "boy"." Heero stumbled along behind Odin, feeling light-headed.

" Then what should I call you? You have no real name," Odin replied. " Heero Yuy is just a code name used for the war. Dr. J just thought that one off the top of his head, didn't he? Makes you feel real special, right?" He continued with a smirk.

Heero was silent.

" Looks like we're here," Odin said finally.

Heero's vision blurred as he looked at the sight before him. He felt dizzy and he swayed on his feet.

' I'm loosing consciousness…I should have gotten……some……more………………rest……' His eyes closed as he fell face down in the ground of a graveyard. And Odin's ghost disappeared, feeling that his job was done. All he had to do was sit back and watch the cards play.

' C'mon Heero…Where could you have gone? You couldn't have gone too far.' Trowa quickly jogged through the streets, looking everywhere for the Wing pilot.

' You shouldn't have left. Why did you? You're not strong enough. At least, not yet."

He took a turn and stared as a hearse rolled by. It was completely black and rolled slowly down the street. But what really creeped him out was that Midii was sitting and riding on the top of it. She smiled an odd smile and beckoned for him to follow her. Shaking away his surprise, Trowa started running after the strange girl.

" Hurry up, Nanashi……" she called. Then, to his amazement, she giggled. "Hurry up! We're going to a graveyard!' With a confused nod of acknowledgement, Nanashi followed the girl from the past.

Trowa pushed the wrought-iron gate open with a loud, ominous creak. Deep green eyes looked around cautiously as he took a few step in the dark, silent graveyard.

" What are you waiting for? Go find him." Sure enough, Midii was right behind him. She gave him a smile, then disappeared.

' Okay…it shouldn't be too hard to find him, if what Midii said is true.' He resumed walking.

There were so many graves…..almost as many as the countless lives lost in the endless war. Trowa frowned as he looked upon one grave. There was the usual mound of raised dirt, showing that it had just been buried, but what startled him was the statue upon the gravestone. It was of an angel, with its wings and arms spread open to the heavens, and Trowa shuddered when he saw its face. The face was of loneliness and longing, with the eyes staring lifelessly and impassive.

' Creepy.' The Heavyarms pilot thought and looked onward, trying to put the statue's face behind him.

The next one was a simple tablet, but he read the inscription anyways: In memory of the Field Marshall Noventa, a martyr for the sake of peace-

' -No. This can't be…This is the man Heero accidentally killed by OZ's trickery in the last battle before he self-destructed…Why is his marker here? Where is Heero?' Thoroughly shaken, Trowa started looking much harder for Heero. He literally had a heart attack when he saw a pale, clammy hand on the ground from behind Marshall Noventa's tablet. Trowa took a deep breath before advancing to find out whose hand that was.

' Heero!!!!' His mind cried out, for he found that his own mouth could not. Kneeling down by Heero, he took the pale, dead-looking boy's pulse, and found that he was alive. The taller pilot let out a sigh of relief and shook Heero, trying to rouse him.

' Wake up, baka. Why did you run away like that?' Trowa thought.

Heero let out a moan and he stirred. It was a minute before he actually opened his eyes. They were hazy at first, but soon cleared in surprise as he sat up sharply and looked at his surroundings, and the person before him.

' Trowa……? Why?' But before he could open his mouth, Trowa spoke to him. His tone was even and calm, but felt exactly the opposite on the outside,

" Why did you leave? Why did you go here? You're not well enough."

" Odin made me." Was all Heero said before his eyes wandered to the tablet he was lying next to. Those Prussian eyes widened in shock as they read the simple words many times, carving a visual scar across it. Heero let out a choked cry as he threw himself at the stone, pressing against it.

' I killed pacifists. This man was one of them… That's why Odin brought me here. So I must atone for my acts… by offering my life.'

TBC…

Author's note: heh. I'm glad to get that one done. I believe it's the longest so far, yay! Stay tuned for part 5, when Trowa decides to help Heero on his quest to find the remaining members of the Noventa family. (note: I'm tying in with the series….tee-hee….)