Disclaimers: You know…the usual.
I am back with another installment. I know most of you are scratching your heads, saying "What the hell is going on with this fic?" Well, um…I am going to get to the point soon enough. Oh yea, the characters are all very OOC for reason…well not a good reason but still a reason. Without further ado, here we go…again! Might I warn you that this chapter might not make sense…
Second Best: Chapter 5
What to do on a Saturday night was beyond him. He laid on his bed, staring at the ceiling. His head rested on his arms as he had no clue what he was going to do. Heero could hear the soft music playing from the T.V downstairs, his parents laughing at some sitcom. Minutes past, and the sound of cars driving by were but a distant whisper. He sat up, cracking his back and then his knuckles.
Might as well get another head start on my homework, he thought, sitting down at his table. He skimmed his book and then scribbled down some notes into the margin. Good enough, he smirked. He yawned and then looked at his bed. It looked like a glorious place right about now. He tossed his shirt and pants off, and wore an undershirt and his boxers to sleep. The sound on the breeze singing lulled him into a deep sleep.
The night passed, and morning came. Nightmares or illusions did not plague Heero's sleep that night. He awoke to the sound of someone calling from his front lawn. He sleepily opened his eyes and staggered to the window. A girl with blonde hair stood on the grass, waving towards him to come down. He got dressed, brushed his teeth, and told his parents he was going out. Heero left and jogged over to the girl.
"Good morning, Heero," she said.
"G' morning, Sylvia (hehe…thought it was Relena, eh?)" Heero yawned. "What time is it?"
"Um…it's a quarter until eleven."
He grunted and rubbed his eyes. Sylvia stared at him and then spoke. "Well, I thought we could go to the library to do our homework together. What do you think?"
"I finished everything except for calculus."
"Oh, well, I thought that you could help and tutor me…" she said in a husky voice.
"Yea…sure…"Heero said, still very drowsy
They walked towards the library, which was desolate. They walked in, the thousands of books piled high on shelves and tables.
"Heero honey, I'll be right back. I just have to fix my make up."
Sylvia ran off into the restroom, leaving him alone. He shrugged and walked around aimlessly. Aisle after aisle, he walked. There were sections on everything. The first man on the moon, S.A.T tips, amoebae…He looked at the books curiously, then tossing them back onto the shelves. Suddenly, he found himself in a far away aisle. Few books were located here but he walked further in and scanned the book titles.
"Where Our Morals Went by Linneaus Shrewdebaker," he read aloud. "What's this book about."
He opened the book and his eyes met the pages.
"September 23, A.C 179. The population of the world exceeds fifty billion. The Earth Sphere Unified Nations demanded that all children who are not first born, and have not reached the age of three to be done off with. Those who refused to sacrifice their children were punished severely. What has caused this mayhem? What ever happened to our morals? In this book…" Heero read aloud.
What the hell is this?? He turned the page and then felt his blood turn cold, his heart stop beating. There, laid a black and white picture of a mother on the ground, tears streaming down her face. Two soldiers stood above her, one with her hair entwined around his fists, and the other, taking away her child, a baby. Cold sweat stuck to his palms. He could not believe such cruelty. He hesitantly turned the page. There was another picture. This time there was a caption underneath it.
The picture was simple, yet cryptic. A nun of old age held a baby. So pure and innocent. The baby clasped his hand around the nun's finger. The nun had a small smile over her face, but her eyes were full of angst and pain. Heero then read the caption quietly to himself.
"Even though millions of babies were killed that day, many were spared. Pictured here is a nun that has taken custody of a baby left behind. His name is…"
"Heero, what are you doing here?" a voice asked him.
He quickly shut the book and looked up.
"Oh…um…I got lost," he quickly lied.
Sylvia gave herself a smug smile and giggled. "Heero, you're so silly sometimes! Come one, let's go!"
"Sylvia, I don't feel that good. Can we reschedule this for later??" he asked, almost pleadingly.
"Yea...sure. I can always go get my nails done."
"Thank you," he said, trying to hide the book behind him. He then walked off as quickly as he could. The sooner he got back home, the quicker he could learn more about this tragic event. He walked to the check out counter and gave the old lady the book.
"Ah, I see you are interested in this," she spoke softly.
"Yes…I have never heard of it though."
"The government wanted to censor this event from schools, but they permitted books to be written about it. After all, what you learn in school is force fed and what you read at the library is voluntary. Besides, the popularity of the library has dropped drastically in the past years, they figured it wouldn't have much impact in the people."
"Oh…I see."
The lady laughed and handed Heero back his book. "Please enjoy the book, as hard as it may be to. May mankind never such a horrible fate again."
He nodded, took the book and left.
Phew…another chapter finished. Next chapter (I hope) will explain some more things…Oh well…um…r/r and please…! No flamers!!
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