Title: Silence and the Soldier
Author: Satsuki Kitsune
Category: yaoi
Rating: PG-13… for now.
Pairings: 3+1 (more later, I think.)
Warnings: the usual… boys with boys…. if you have a problem with that, don't read. *glares*

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….
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Notes: I feel so bad… I've neglected my poor little fics for so long… *bows* Please forgive me!! Oh, and here's a little fun fact: I always listen to music while I write, and at the moment I am listening to "By Myself" by Linkin Park… *sighs* I LUV that song…

Thanks to the people who wrote such nice reviews (You know who you are), even though I didn't get that many this time… but hey, I'm not being picky: Wildfire's Flame (I am back here… Hopefully to entertain you guys with more of the fic…); moonbunny317 (*sighs happily* You like all of them? I'm so happy…); and Katie (heh… Major bad luck, but I like it that way.)

Ps. I apologize for errors in grammar/spelling… I didn't have real time to proof-read this that much.

It was only then that Heero met Trowa's eyes. He looked away quickly to fight the internal battle within himself.

          'I can do this… I can become the soldier once again… The soldier who is not afraid to kill…'

          The Perfect Soldier pulled the trigger and with perfect aim, shot the Officer who had given him way too much trouble in the head. The man fell to the ground, eyes still wide and unblinking, now lifeless. Blood poured from the bullet wound placed exactly between his two eyes.

          'Another meaningless life to add to my résumé…'

          Trowa jumped to the side before the man, even though he was shot, could shoot him whilst he fell. His eyes grew angry as he gazed upon Heero, who stood there with dead eyes, clutching the smoking gun like it was his only attachment to the real world. He stepped around the dead man and roughly grabbed Heero by the shoulders, trying to shake him awake.

          "Heero? Wake up!" he shouted in the Wing pilot's face. There was no response. The same eyes stared him in the face, but this time they seemed to be searching. Searching for something… Searching for salvation?

          "I did it Trowa. I saved you," came the dull voice, almost relieved. Trowa looked deep into Heero's eyes. The face pleaded for Trowa to be relieved as well. "Aren't you glad that I did it? If I hadn't you would have been…"

          "Heero, you're scaring me. Stop. Everything's fine now."

          "No! No, its not! Its not until she squeezes the trigger!" Heero protested blindly, now struggling against Trowa's grasp. "She's supposed to kill me! That's when it'll be alright!"

          But Trowa was stronger.

          "Who's "she"?" he asked tonelessly.

          The Prussian eyes slid closed and he grew limp,

          "Silvia Noventa…"

          Heero slept all that night and most of the next day after that. Catherine had burst into the room moments later and fainted when she took in the sight before her. Obviously the blood, a dead man, and Heero unconscious again had been too much for her. But as a wise one would say, the show must go on. The circus did not cease to travel, and the plane landed in the suburbs of England. It had been pre-decided that the circus was to tour Europe, where the granddaughter of the Marshall Noventa was currently staying.

"Miss Noventa?"

          A young, sweet voice answered the beckon,

          "Yes? Is it time to leave now? I think I have all my bags ready…"

          The guard nodded and proceeded to pick up the light-haired girl's bags and prepared to leave.

          "We must leave immediately. This city is under direct attack. There's no telling what will happen next, so you must leave the premises," he cautioned.

          Silvia Noventa gave him a look of acknowledgement and sighed, picking up a small handbag. She now seemed to look sad.

          "My stay here has been a pleasant one. Even though taking care of my grandfather's last business has made me sad, I have enjoyed it."

          The two left the room and hurried down the stairs, with the great office building trembling from the battle occurring not too far away.

          "We must make a break for it from here! I have a car ready for you not far away!" the guard informed her, over the sound of machine-gun rounds being emptied. He ran into the street first, making sure it was safe. Then Silvia followed.

          A large army van screeched around a corner, seeming that it had not intention of halting, and careened towards the young woman. Silvia let out a scream as she realized that it wasn't going to stop and tired to move out of the way.

          The driver recognized the person he was just about to run over and jerked the steering wheel abruptly. The van rolled over with a metal crunch, but amazingly flipped right over upright. He winced in pain as his arm was jolted uncomfortably but all that was forgotten as he leaped out of the vehicle and went to assist the traumatized young girl.

          "W-Who are you?" she stuttered, still shocked from her encounter.

          The teen lowered his head, partly because of shame and partly because the

          "I am the killer of your grandfather."

Trowa burst out of the trailer as fast as he could and sprinted off the circus grounds. He could hear Cathy shouting after him, yet again.

          "Where are you going?"

          "Heero's gone again!" he yelled back and vanished into the woods.

          Climbing into the hidden Heavyarms, he knew that Heero had gone in the exact direction of Silvia Noventa and there was a battle raging within that city. The mech hummed with life as he typed in the password and lifted off the ground. 

          'Damn you, Heero… Why can't you stay in one place? If you did I could take care of you… But you wouldn't allow that, wouldn't you?'

          Trowa's body was taught with tension and trembled with anticipation. He knew what the Perfect Soldier was going to do: Heero had taken one of his guns with him.

"You bastard! Why?!" Silvia yelled at the teen with all her might. Her arm bent back to spring forward and slap him as hard as she could. The girl stared in amazement as the color of the boy's perfectly tanned skin reddened from the assault, but he did not wince or show any signs of feeling pain.

          "You can do more than hit me, you know… You can equalize your grandfather's death by killing his murderer…" he said quietly.

          The blonde frowned and stopped to wipe the tears falling freely from her face. She gasped when he removed a loaded and ready gun from the back of his jeans and pointed it at her. Or rather, it would have been pointed at her if it had not been turned around, the handle waiting and beckoning for her hand.

          In the girl's fury, she snatched the gun from him and pointed it at his chest.

          "If you aim a little to the left, one shot could kill me," the assassin-boy said to her.

          Silvia shook, the tears still falling down. Here the murderer of her grandfather was, standing here, offering her a gun to kill him and giving her directions on how to kill him best! What was wrong with this?! She was a pacifist and it was against her beliefs to harm another out of anger… But this was personal.

          "W-What are you and what is your name? I would like to know these things before I k-kill you…" she asked.

            The murderer looked relieved for a moment, then spoke.

          "My code name is Heero Yuy and I am a soldier, nothing more," he explained. "And I implore you, please kill me. You have no idea what a favor you shall do for me."

           The Noventa girl looked down at her feet and the gun faltered.

          "You just want to take the easy way out," she said simply, voice unsteady from emotion.

          "Explain." Heero stared at her with nothing showing on his face. Nothing at all.

          "You are a coward! You must have someone you care about but think of life too hard to go through anymore! You want someone else to kill you so you won't have to do the dirty work yourself and make that person sad!" The pacifist threw the gun down with such anger that it startled Heero. "I won't do it! Even though I hate… I hate you and what you did, but I cannot kill you…"

           Silvia wrapped her arms around him suddenly and cried into his green tank top. Heero did nothing to stop her, but did nothing to comfort her. He stood, as still as a board while she cried. Only when Silvia felt tiny, wet drops fall onto her did she look up in to the soldier's face. And the strange thing was that it wasn't raining.

TBC…

Author's note:  Okay…. What to say now…? Well I'll tell you that this is not turning into a 1xSilvia fic!!! *makes face* NOO!!! Hee-chan belongs with Trowa. And I promise you that this thing is almost DONE! Maybe a few more chapters… Only a few more… *breathes deeply* Okay, I'm done. See you guys next time and please review!