Chapter twenty four- A ghost we all Thought Dead.
The pilots all waited patiently in the room. Wufei was leaning against the wall near the open doorway. His arms were crossed over his chest, as he stared at the figure lying on the bed.
They all stood in a room, covered in white. The walls were white, no color, not even a picture decorated them. Four white walls, just as bland as a cell room. The floor, were white tiles, and then ended at the doorway, that turned into white marble.
The floor was cold to his feet, and he frowned, that he had forgotten to put on socks. The clock in the hall beeped, indicating it was 3 pm. They had found him at midnight unconscious, and with a dead body lying next to him.
Wufei narrowed his eyes, as he thought about the file they had found on him. The man had died by bullet wounds to the head, and neck. He had died instantly, which was good, because there was no way they could have saved him. Chiba Mamoru, age 21. He worked for Dr. J, a soldier trained since Dr. J found him in the orphanage 12 year ago.
Wufei sighed irritably; he knew Heero hadn't shot the guy, because the man had been facing towards him, like he was going to attack. So there had to have been someone else in Duo's room.
Duo?
That name kept popping up in his mind, but he kept repeating that he wasn't coming back. Or so Wufei hoped. He Hoped Duo would be smart enough, to stay away, especially after what Relena had done.
Wufei shook his head, and looked at the man on the bed. He never would have believed, if someone had told him that one-day he'd be in the infirmary, while Heero was unconscious on the bed.
Trowa glanced at Wufei, when the05 sighed. Wufei was concentrating on his thoughts, what they were, Trowa didn't know. Trowa looked back at the bed, and sighed inwardly. He crossed his arms over his waist, and leaned his head back against the wall. From the corner of his eyes, he could see the dresser. On the dresser, was a bouquet of red roses.
It had been Quatre who found Heero, being in the room next door to Duo's he heard shouts. Quatre had said he found Heero unconscious, a man dead, and the balcony door open.
He had been the next one to come, after he heard Quatre yelling for medic.
He had known right away, there had to have been a third party. But had kept that to himself. He'd wait to ask Heero, who that third person was.
But in the meantime, he would just have to wait, for the perfect soldier to wake.
Quatre shifted in the chair he was seated in. He was still contemplating, if he should tell the others the person he had seen. Well it wasn't a person, but a shadow, in the balconies curtain. When he had knelt down next to Heero, he had seen a shadow, of a woman through the curtain.
The shadow had resembled, to him, an angel. Her hair had been billowing about her, as she stood on the balcony, and then disappeared.
He was sure of it, that it was her that had saved Heero, from the man that was now dead. Mamoru.
Quatre shook his head, and looked at Heero. He was pale, and still asleep, from midnight last night. See Heero, near the pool of blood, had nearly given him a heart attack.
Quatre was taken out of his thought by movement. He looked at Heero, and saw that young man had closed his fists around a hand full of sheets.
"Heero?"
Dark blue eyes snapped open, and Heero sat forward in the bed. His eyes flew around the room briefly, and finally he stated, "I need to see Dr. J."
The room was lapsed into silence.
Usagi shook her head, hoping that the image in front of her would just disappear.
She moved her gaze to Dr. J, and she saw that he did not look at all surprised to see a ghost. In fact, she was the only one who was shocked.
In a voice, not her own, she hissed, "You lied to me." Her eyes narrowed, on Dr. J, and she pointed to the ghost, "I saw his body!!!"
Dr. J nodded slowly, and sat down in his thick leather chair. He leaned back, and rocked himself slightly.
Usagi turned to Dr. G, and the other, "You all knew the truth!!!! And you were going to let me, oh kami."
Usagi shook her head, and turned around. She threw her chair back, and out of the way. "You're all Bastereds!!!" She gripped the sides of her head, and shook herself viciously. The past came fiercely, smacking into her mind, making her remember.
The wars she went through, the near death experiences she had faced, and the heartache and brutal pain she had to endure alone.
She screamed, cause she knew if she held it in, it would rip her apart, piece-by-piece. "You all lied to me! Made me believe he died, and that it was all my fault!!!!"
"Whoa, what is her problem?"
Usagi turned around, and looked him. Her eyes blazed with an inner fire. "Because of you!?" She pointed at him, her finger shaking as tears spilled from her eyes. "Because of you, I wasted three years of my life, being you."
She sank to the floor, and into a heap under the table. Her body shook with tears.
The man in the doorway looked at Dr. J, and raised an eyebrow in questioning. "Sorry I was late Doc, but I got held up at my last mission."
Dr. J nodded, "It's all right." "Why?" Her voice was hoarse from the tears, and cracked under the weight of her emotions. "Why did you lie to me, and let me believe he died?"
Dr. J sighed, and looked down at her. She could see the sadness in his eyes, and the pity he held towards her.
"Because, I needed you to fight in the war, it was important. So we faked his death, to bring you into it."
"You used me."
Usagi climbed to her feet, and she fell into her chair. She wiped the tears that stained her cheeks. "You fucking bastered used me, to get what you wanted."
Dr. J nodded, "I know it was wrong Usagi, but we had to."
Usagi shook her head, a sardonic smile on her face. If you looked closely, you could see that her eyes seemed to hold no life.
She reached down, and pulled out her .22, and aimed it at Dr. J. She looked straight at the man in the doorway. "Well hello." The man frowned, and replied, "hey." He eyed the gun nervously.
Dr. J didn't look the least bit worried at the gun aimed his way. "You're still needed, Usagi. You may not believe it, but you're still needed as Duo." Usagi rolled her eyes, and replied, "Why?"
Dr. J sighed, and replied, "the pilots only know you, not the real one. And with this new war to break out."
Usagi sighed, "Fine." She replaced her gun, in the back waistband of her pants. She stood, and walked around the table.
Casually, she stalked towards the man in the doorway. She held out her hand, "Well it's nice to meet you, I'm Tsukino Usagi."
The man grinned, and took her hand. He kissed it. "Duo Maxwell."
Usagi nodded, "Not anymore." She then walked passed him, and hurried to her room.
The pilots all waited patiently in the room. Wufei was leaning against the wall near the open doorway. His arms were crossed over his chest, as he stared at the figure lying on the bed.
They all stood in a room, covered in white. The walls were white, no color, not even a picture decorated them. Four white walls, just as bland as a cell room. The floor, were white tiles, and then ended at the doorway, that turned into white marble.
The floor was cold to his feet, and he frowned, that he had forgotten to put on socks. The clock in the hall beeped, indicating it was 3 pm. They had found him at midnight unconscious, and with a dead body lying next to him.
Wufei narrowed his eyes, as he thought about the file they had found on him. The man had died by bullet wounds to the head, and neck. He had died instantly, which was good, because there was no way they could have saved him. Chiba Mamoru, age 21. He worked for Dr. J, a soldier trained since Dr. J found him in the orphanage 12 year ago.
Wufei sighed irritably; he knew Heero hadn't shot the guy, because the man had been facing towards him, like he was going to attack. So there had to have been someone else in Duo's room.
Duo?
That name kept popping up in his mind, but he kept repeating that he wasn't coming back. Or so Wufei hoped. He Hoped Duo would be smart enough, to stay away, especially after what Relena had done.
Wufei shook his head, and looked at the man on the bed. He never would have believed, if someone had told him that one-day he'd be in the infirmary, while Heero was unconscious on the bed.
Trowa glanced at Wufei, when the05 sighed. Wufei was concentrating on his thoughts, what they were, Trowa didn't know. Trowa looked back at the bed, and sighed inwardly. He crossed his arms over his waist, and leaned his head back against the wall. From the corner of his eyes, he could see the dresser. On the dresser, was a bouquet of red roses.
It had been Quatre who found Heero, being in the room next door to Duo's he heard shouts. Quatre had said he found Heero unconscious, a man dead, and the balcony door open.
He had been the next one to come, after he heard Quatre yelling for medic.
He had known right away, there had to have been a third party. But had kept that to himself. He'd wait to ask Heero, who that third person was.
But in the meantime, he would just have to wait, for the perfect soldier to wake.
Quatre shifted in the chair he was seated in. He was still contemplating, if he should tell the others the person he had seen. Well it wasn't a person, but a shadow, in the balconies curtain. When he had knelt down next to Heero, he had seen a shadow, of a woman through the curtain.
The shadow had resembled, to him, an angel. Her hair had been billowing about her, as she stood on the balcony, and then disappeared.
He was sure of it, that it was her that had saved Heero, from the man that was now dead. Mamoru.
Quatre shook his head, and looked at Heero. He was pale, and still asleep, from midnight last night. See Heero, near the pool of blood, had nearly given him a heart attack.
Quatre was taken out of his thought by movement. He looked at Heero, and saw that young man had closed his fists around a hand full of sheets.
"Heero?"
Dark blue eyes snapped open, and Heero sat forward in the bed. His eyes flew around the room briefly, and finally he stated, "I need to see Dr. J."
The room was lapsed into silence.
Usagi shook her head, hoping that the image in front of her would just disappear.
She moved her gaze to Dr. J, and she saw that he did not look at all surprised to see a ghost. In fact, she was the only one who was shocked.
In a voice, not her own, she hissed, "You lied to me." Her eyes narrowed, on Dr. J, and she pointed to the ghost, "I saw his body!!!"
Dr. J nodded slowly, and sat down in his thick leather chair. He leaned back, and rocked himself slightly.
Usagi turned to Dr. G, and the other, "You all knew the truth!!!! And you were going to let me, oh kami."
Usagi shook her head, and turned around. She threw her chair back, and out of the way. "You're all Bastereds!!!" She gripped the sides of her head, and shook herself viciously. The past came fiercely, smacking into her mind, making her remember.
The wars she went through, the near death experiences she had faced, and the heartache and brutal pain she had to endure alone.
She screamed, cause she knew if she held it in, it would rip her apart, piece-by-piece. "You all lied to me! Made me believe he died, and that it was all my fault!!!!"
"Whoa, what is her problem?"
Usagi turned around, and looked him. Her eyes blazed with an inner fire. "Because of you!?" She pointed at him, her finger shaking as tears spilled from her eyes. "Because of you, I wasted three years of my life, being you."
She sank to the floor, and into a heap under the table. Her body shook with tears.
The man in the doorway looked at Dr. J, and raised an eyebrow in questioning. "Sorry I was late Doc, but I got held up at my last mission."
Dr. J nodded, "It's all right." "Why?" Her voice was hoarse from the tears, and cracked under the weight of her emotions. "Why did you lie to me, and let me believe he died?"
Dr. J sighed, and looked down at her. She could see the sadness in his eyes, and the pity he held towards her.
"Because, I needed you to fight in the war, it was important. So we faked his death, to bring you into it."
"You used me."
Usagi climbed to her feet, and she fell into her chair. She wiped the tears that stained her cheeks. "You fucking bastered used me, to get what you wanted."
Dr. J nodded, "I know it was wrong Usagi, but we had to."
Usagi shook her head, a sardonic smile on her face. If you looked closely, you could see that her eyes seemed to hold no life.
She reached down, and pulled out her .22, and aimed it at Dr. J. She looked straight at the man in the doorway. "Well hello." The man frowned, and replied, "hey." He eyed the gun nervously.
Dr. J didn't look the least bit worried at the gun aimed his way. "You're still needed, Usagi. You may not believe it, but you're still needed as Duo." Usagi rolled her eyes, and replied, "Why?"
Dr. J sighed, and replied, "the pilots only know you, not the real one. And with this new war to break out."
Usagi sighed, "Fine." She replaced her gun, in the back waistband of her pants. She stood, and walked around the table.
Casually, she stalked towards the man in the doorway. She held out her hand, "Well it's nice to meet you, I'm Tsukino Usagi."
The man grinned, and took her hand. He kissed it. "Duo Maxwell."
Usagi nodded, "Not anymore." She then walked passed him, and hurried to her room.