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…..
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: Ack!! Sorry I've been gone so long!!! Please forgive me…I've been
such a slacker with writer's block….and finally….Part Five!!!
Thanks
to: Danielle (me too! *sighs* Whenever I do finish it.. I hope the
ending is good….I'm not so good at endings and beginnings… *sweatdrop*); Xan
Samurai ( Well, thanks to you, and say thanks to Cassie for me ^_^); lizzy
b ( Trowa angst? ….You got it!! *winks* but if there's not enough in this
chapter for ya, there'll be more to come..); Wildfire's Flame ( *bows*
Thanks ever so much!); and WildfireFriendship ( I'm very sorry about
mixing you up last time… but I'm glad you liked it!)
Thanks all you guys for your
reviews!!!! Yay!!!
And now… The Fic!!!
' 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.'
Heero turned from the grave marker to
Trowa and looked at him,
" Can you take me back?" he asked
softly. Using to marker to pull himself up, Heero forced his weak legs,
trembling with fatigue, to stand. Trowa nodded and moved to help Heero walk.
Somewhere along the way the smaller
pilot fell asleep, slumping against Trowa, who was holding him up. Shifting
Heero's body so that he could carry him, Trowa picked him up. He looked down at
the sleeping pilot's face. Sometimes he thought that there wasn't another in
the whole universe that could compare to the beautiful assassin in his arms.
And then, when Heero was awake, there wasn't anyone who could hold a candle to
his abilities in the battlefield.
' Heero… what's the matter with
you? What happened in the graveyard when I wasn't there…?' There was the
sound of a girl giggling before Midii appeared. She smiled brightly at him,
" Good job, Nanashi! You rescued
your Perfect Soldier!!"
" Yeah? And what do I do
now? Why do you always follow me around? Aren't you supposed to be in heaven or
something?" Trowa asked in a low voice, and did not cease walking.
Midii looked hurt. Her transparent
hand rubbed her eyes, filled with tears threatening to fall.
" I follow you because… because I
care about you. I don't want you to be the expressionless clown that never
smiled anymore. Its just not a life you should lead." Trowa looked mildly
surprised.
" Well, I'm sorry, but until this war
is over, I have no need for emotions. Heero believes that as much as I do."
" I…I…I guess that you're right…but
after the war, what then? You won't have to fight anymore!" she argued.
Trowa looked down at Heero,
" I don't know. I'll just live in the
present for now, I guess. The future and past can wait."
Midii's image faded slightly and she
bit her lip,
" But Nanashi, I am in your past….
I was granted my request to come down here to help you! Do you want to send me
back to Purgatory until this wretched war is over??!!!" Before Trowa could
answer, a tear rolled down the girl's face and she disappeared.
' I'm sorry…' Trowa sped up his
pace and walked faster to the circus site.
" Trowa! Where have you been??!! Our
act is up in ten minutes! You'd better get ready!" Catherine ran out from the
trailer, fully dressed in her outfit, done in the colors blue and green, which
brought out her eyes.
" I know." Trowa stepped in their
moveable home, put down Heero on the couch, and got dressed quickly. He picked
up Heero again and brought him backstage.
The lions looked at Trowa
inquisitively as he placed Heero down on a haystack with a blanket near them.
He reached down and scratched the head of a lion,
" Take good care of him," he
whispered, and walked off.
" Ladies and Gentlemen! Now, the act
that you all have been waiting for!! Watch our very own mistress of the knives,
Catherine Bloom…." A spotlight shone on Catherine, the only light on the stage.
"……throw knives at her one and only brother, Trowa!" The lights now illuminated
the whole stage, revealing Trowa, strapped upright to a circular board. He wore
his mask, but the other side of his face was expressionless.
" And there's more, Folks!….. She will
do it…blindfolded!" The crowd let out a deafening sound of applause. A circus
hand dressed as a silly clown moved to blindfold Catherine, who held six deadly
throwing knives.
Trowa closed his eyes and let the
cheer of the crowd melt into a low roar in his mind.
' Sometimes I wish Catherine would
miss and kill me… it would be so easy……-No! I can't think that! I have Heero to
live for and take care of!" He shook off these thoughts and turned his attention
to the thunk of a knife near his head.
" Heh-heh… What do we have here?" A
puff of smoke came from a man standing in front of Heero, who was still
sleeping. The intruder looked like he hadn't bathed nor shaved in days and wore
a dirty white shirt and jeans. He stepped on a fallen cigarette butt, crushing
the fire and heat left in it.
" Kid, wake up…." Heero moaned and
moved in his sleep when he heard a harsh voice in his ear. The man looked at
Heero, who was dressed in baggy, comfortable clothes, consisting of black
jeans, a green t-shirt and a navy sweatshirt. His clothes were loose, but nevertheless
could not hide his slim, muscular figure.
The beady, black eyes of the man
caught sight of a bandage of Heero's still-healing arm beneath the rolled up left
sleeve of his sweater.
" Injured, huh? Then what are you
doing around here?"
At that, Heero slowly opened his eyes,
blurry at first. But they soon widened at the sight of a man crouched near him.
' What..? How'd I get here…..? Who is that man..?'
He backed away slowly,
" W-Who are you? Get away from me…" he
snarled. The man smirked,
" You have the most beautiful eyes I
have ever seen, boy."
Heero instantly curled his fists to
fight, but let out a gasp of pain as the pain lanced up and down his left arm.
He shook his head of the feeling and stood up shakily with only one arm to
protect himself.
" Did you think that I would not
notice that? Give it up, kid. You're weak."
Suddenly the man advanced on him and
grabbed Heero's arm, pulling him closer. The lions let out a loud roar of
protest and tried to break free of the cage. They remembered what Trowa had
asked of them.
" What the…." The intruder cursed,
startled by the lions as the beasts strained against their cages. One lion, obviously
the leader, clamped his jaws around one bad and wrenched as hard as he could,
bending the bar. The others followed suit.
The
leader jumped out and advanced towards the man slowly, growling loudly.
" Uh…n-nice
kitty….you…" He stuttered. He looked at Heero, struggling wildly against him,
and ran a finger down the soft skin of his face before letting go and running
away as fast as he could.
Heero
stared with wide eyes as the huge lion approached him still. When the beast had
reached him, Heero went numb with shock as the lion rubbed against him with a
purr.
" …….
And there you have it, Ladies and Gentlemen!! Give them a round of applause!"
Trowa
was let down and Catherine was un-blindfolded. The two walked up to each other
and bowed as the crowd applauded. They could still hear the audience as they
walked offstage.
"
Good job, Trowa. I can never understand how you can just stay there and not
flinch or anything," Catherine complimented once they were backstage.
"
Thanks." Trowa walked away to where he had left Heero.
' Huh??
Where'd he go?? I'll never forgive myself if anything happened to…' He
trailed off in his thoughts as he spotted Heero.
The Wing pilot was in the
lion's cage, sleeping with a content look on his face huddled against the
leader. Trowa gave a small smile.
TBC…
Author's Note: hmm…
what'd you guys think?? Was it good or not?? Well, that's it for now, 'cause I
have to go work on my other, poor neglected story…. Thanks for reading!
