Wings of a Broken Heart
By: Musume No Kuragari
::Musume runs on stage, followed by Heero, Duo, Quatre, and Trowa::
Musume: *looks around* WUFEI!!! GET OUT HERE!!!
Wufei: Injustice!!! I refuse to come on stage in this unjust outfit you weak onna!!!
Musume: Nuts. And here I thought that I might be able to NOT put him through pain in this chapter.
Duo: Not while Wu-man's alive.
Wufei: Injustice Maxwell!!! Never call me WU-MAN!!! IT'S WUFEI!!!
Duo: *blink* You say that like you think I care.
Heero: *snicker*(talks in girly voice) come on Wufei. It's soooo cute on you.
Wufei: DON'T START ON ME YUY!!! I DON'T CARE IF YOU ARE THE PERFECT SOLDIER!!! I'LL KILL YOU!!!
Heero: You'll have you catch me first.
Musume: Come out, or I'll show everyone what you drew in math class.
Wufei: YOU WOULDN'T!!!
Musume: Do you care to try me?
Wufei: I'll get you for this onna!!! *Runs out dressed as P-chan* (is glomped by Musume)
Musume: P-CHANNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Quatre: Yeah. *clears throat* She doesn't own Gundam Wing, Although she's hoping her parents will give it to her for her birthday.
Trowa: She does own Tenshi even though you knew that already.
Wufei: *running away with a bucket (of hot water of course) wielding Musume* I've said it before, and I'll say it again. SHE'S INSANE, PSYCHO, DISTURBED, AND EVIL!!!!!!!!
Heero: we knew that already Einstein.
Musume: You say psycho like it's a BAD thing. I am not ashamed of being insane. I am not evil. I AM VERY disturbed. I LOVE P- CHAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Trowa: God she's scary
Heero: *shivers remembering the 'nick name' incident* don't ever get on her bad side. While she's angry *shiver* run!!! And don't look back!!!
Quatre: *sweat drop* I'm sure she's not that bad.
Trowa: *muttering* I bet she's worse.
Duo: On with the fic!!!!!!!!!!!!
Tenshi walked down the hall in serene contemplation. Why had Heero been avoiding her lately? Why had she caught him staring at her accusingly more that once? Why? Maybe this was part of her curse. Maybe he hated her. She wouldn't blame him. No one had liked her in heaven either. She sighed and turned, promptly walking into the wall.
!@#$%^&*()_+
What was it about the girl that made him act strangely. He didn't want to change. He was perfectly happy as he was. He was also confused.
Why was it that every time she brushed by him in the classroom, or in the halls, that he felt like he had bit into a 1000-volt wire? Ok, so maybe that was a slight understatement, but still. He lost himself in her sad eyes some times. He wanted to make her happy.
He wasn't looking where he was going, and he slipped on a loose paper someone had left in the hall. Of course, those of us who are clumsy know what happened. Mr. Perfect Soldier went flying into an already occupied wall. Seems someone else had slipped on the paper too, because, that person was sitting there dazedly like they had hit their head.
!@#$%^&*()_+
She silently cursed as her head bonked the wall. Gods but it hurt. She looked up to see why. No wonder. She had hit the corner of a suspended locker, and fallen down. Another thump brought her back to the land of the living.
When she opened her eyes grumpily, to see who had disturbed her, she was greeted with the sight of brown hair with a definite greenish tint, and cobalt eyes.
"Strange how we keep meeting like this." He said rather wryly.
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"Strange how we keep meeting like this." He said.
He almost immediately regretted it when her eyes clouded in sadness.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be cruel." He said confusedly.
She smiled, though her eyes remained the essence of sorrow.
"Why do you do that?" he blurted out.
She cocked her head to one side in question.
"When ever anyone apologizes, you---you smile and…wave it off as if it were nothing, but your eyes stay so sad."
Her face turned even whiter and she looked down at the floor.
"I'm sorry. It's none of my business I suppose."
She looked so sad. Always. Did she ever smile. He hadn't forgotten the picture, even though it had been three weeks. None of the pilots wanted her to leave, so she lived with them. Sally had protested at first, but when she found out that the girl had no family, she had supported their decision.
That picture. Maybe she was just an empath like Quatre. Maybe she could sense the pain in others, and put it on paper. It was possible.
Possible, just not likely.
"Do you ever smile?"
She looked up at him, and gently touched his temple. There was the familiar electric shock, but this time, he could see pictures.
A young girl, smiling and laughing, with a sound like rain, and the pealing of silver bells.
A slightly older girl, tracing patterns on the sands of a beach, with the waves lapping at her feet, smiling at them.
A girl catching snowflakes on her tongue.
Sitting in the rain.
Swimming in the ocean.
Catching butterflies.
The pictures left, but her hand was still placed on his temple.
Damn that electric shock.
It made him woozy.
!@#$%^&*()_+
She placed her hand on his temple, and gave him her memories.
She showed him, all of the times that she could remember before she met him. When she had played and never thought of what others did. She had been only a child.
He sighed and opened his eyes.
She couldn't brings herself to take her hand away.
!@#$%^&*()_+
He heard something, like a whisper of vapor in his mind.
*I did what had to be done. I don't care that I am in hell, because I do not regret that I acted. My actions, though they may have ruined destiny's plans, were not as evil as you might think. They would have killed him for no more excuse than he was in their way.* Said a familiar voice that reminded him of silver mist, and crimson edged violets.
*I don't judge you Dear, but the council does.*
*They are just playing with you.*
*Why did you really save him?*
*That's none of your business.*
*No, but I'd like to know anyway.*
*Does it really matter so much?*
*No. I'm just curious.*
*Because…I love a mortal.*
*………That is forbidden*
*I know.*
*Did you save the one you love?*
*…………yes.*
*Have you NO morals?*
*I cannot help it. I love him. I am willing to die for him. If I thought it would make him happy, I would kill myself*
*That is blasphemy.*
*I cannot help who my heart chooses.*
*When you are sent to earth you will slowly start to die.*
* I know.*
Silence greeted this answer. Then the other voice, the one who reminded him of death, and blood……and his gundam spoke again.
*You do no care that you will die?*
*No. I would rather be near him than live.*
*You really are foolish.*
*I never denied it.*
*Then go. Face the folly you have reaped.*
*Good bye.*
Violet haze clouded his vision. The voices had lasted but a second, but it did not matter.
Her hand still rested on his temple. It was cool, and soft.
~!@#$%^&*()_+
Wufei walked past the two, glancing at them only briefly.
'Stupid baka's. Get a room.'
He kept walking. None of his business.
Wait.
Backup.
Holy Nataku, and blue muffins.
Wufei quickly walked down two doors, and stepped into the 6th period study hall.
"Winner! Maxwell! Barton! Come!"
"Um…….right Wu-man."
"Grrrrrrrrrr"
"Fine, fine."
The three other pilots accompanied Wufei into the hall. Duo was the first to peek around the door.
"Whoa…"
Quatre gently pushed his head down so that he could see.
"Allah……what?"
Trowa pushed his (and Duo's) head down a little less gently, and peered over.
"……"
Wufei roughly pushed the four heads down, so that Duo was on his stomache, laying on the floor.
"What are they doing?" asked Wufei.
"Brain washing…I've seen it before."
"Shut up Maxwell!!!" said Wufei stomping on Duo's back.
"Owie!!!"
"Will you two please be quiet?"
"………"
"I think we should throw Maxwell on top of the roof and---"
"Wufei wasn't able to finish his sentence, because a hand slapped itself over his mouth, the reason being that Tenshi had gotten up, and run to the bathroom…right past their hiding place.
"Next time you could just tell me to shut up." Said Wufei testily.
"Yes. I could. Would you listen?" asked the usually quiet Trowa.
Wufei mumbled something incoherent, and pouted for a while.
The group peered behind the door, and saw Heero. He was staring into the space between Duo's eyes.
Duo flinched, but didn't move, knowing that Heero would probably misfire on purpose, and miss his head by maybe an inch…waiting…still waiting…Ok something's wrong here. Why wasn't there a hole in the wall near his head?
Duo looked closer, and saw that Perfect Soldier Boy…Whoa!!!!!!!!!
The Perfect Soldier's pupils were totally dilated.
Duo cautiously stepped from behind the door, and waved a hand in front of his face.
Not even a blink.
At the sound of footsteps Duo turned in time to see Tenshi race into 6th period study hall.
"O meo korosu."
Now he felt better. A vacant Heero was just wrong.
"What were you doing Duo?"
"Waking you up from your trance buddy."
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It was starting. She had known that her body would start to deteriorate when she became mortal, but it was so painful. The magic in her, was too much for her now mortal body to handle. Pretty soon the fact that she was dying, would be evident to all. Her lungs were already self-destructing.
She felt a sharp pain in her chest, and knowing what it was, she had jumped up and rushed to the bathroom.
She was now hacking into a blood-spattered handkerchief, and clutching her chest. A surge of blood made it's way through her lips, and colored them crimson.
When the fit stopped, she disgustedly threw away the ruined handkerchief, and ran into her 6th period Study Hall, and sat down.
She had to keep them from finding out that she was going to slowly get sicker, and sicker, until she finally died.
She felt like crying, but she wouldn't do that. She refused to do something do humiliating. She had chosen this path and now she would walk it.
She knew that she would do anything for Heero. If he asked her to fly without wings, she would.
She would assure his happiness if she had to play matchmaker. That would make her death come quicker, if she had no reason to live. The stress was so great, she just wanted to curl up and go to sleep forever.
She decided to sleep, preserving her dying life for as long as possible.
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Earlier that day, she had given him something to think about. Those pictures. Maybe, she was an empath. He would have to ask Quatre. Quatre should know if she had an empath's aura. He would have to ask, but he thought he already knew the answer.
She had left the school as soon as it let out, and had not come home. One thing was for sure, she had some questions to answer when she returned.
He sighed and watched half way amused as Wufei, Quatre, and even Trowa grew frustrated trying to explain to their American friend about algebra. He could tell that even Quatre was at the thresh hold of his breaking point, when Tenshi entered the room.
She stopped in surprise as she viewed the scene before her, but smiled and resumed to walk towards the seat next to Duo.
Once there, she promptly sat down.
She opened her book, and got working on her biology homework.
She looked at it for a minute, before sighing. It was going to be a long night. She didn't know anything about earth creatures. She had always known that they were there, and known what they were called to an extent, but……not anything THIS detailed.
Tenshi's Thoughts
Ok. So blood vessels carry blood through most of the body while capillaries carry blood away from the heart…no. that's arteries. And capillaries carry blood to the skin. The heart takes air from the lungs, and the…white blood cells take it through the body. The platelets are what kill bacteria. Red blood cells make blood clot. Ok. Now time to check my answers.
……Damn…how could I get so many wrong? I can't be THAT stupid…now I have to study again…just great…how come Duo gets this and I don't? I mean come on, he doesn't even get algebra…this is frustrating.
End Tenshi's Thoughts
She slammed the Human Biology textbook, and shoved it in her bag. She shoved the ballpoint pen, and the pencil she had been using to study into an outer pocket, and the pad of paper in a thin inner pocket. The Velcro that held the bag shut, caught on Wufei's and she struggled to un-tangle it.
Sighing, she hauled the heavy thing up to the small attic room that she had been given, and collapsed onto her pallet.
She immediately regretted that, when a few new aches sprung up where she had hit it.
"…Ouch."
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Heero decided that it was time to confront Tenshi. She was so mysterious, that it made even him, the perfect soldier, curious. She had stormed out of the dining room where the 'crew' as they had come to be dubbed, studied and did homework, so he assumed that she had gone to the small attic room that she had chosen to sleep in. Apparently she didn't have much liking of luxurious lifestyle.
He heard a loud bump from her room, because he was standing near the door, and wondered if the frail looking girl was trying to mover her furniture around. Not that she had much of it anyway, but still…
He knocked on the door and waited for her to come and open it.
His knock was followed by another thunk, and creaking floorboards that indicated that Tenshi was answering the knock.
When she saw him, she smiled warmly, and moved aside to admit him.
Heero surveyed the room. It was small. Smaller than his, which had been the smallest of those offered. It had room for her pallet, a small dresser with her clothes contained inside, a lamp by the floor near her pallet, and a stack of old blankets.
He decided not to be polite. He didn't like what this girl did to him…at least that's what he told himself. He couldn't afford emotions, and he experienced too many in her presence.
He whipped out his favorite gun, and pressed it on the hollow of her temple.
"Who are you really?"
She didn't even look afraid, just like she was experiencing the same shock he got every time she was near.
She lifted her right shoulder up in a one sided shrug.
He clicked off the safety.
She closed her eyes and smiled serenely.
Gundam pilots 2 through 5 jumped as a shot rang through the house.
Heero mentally cursed himself. He hadn't been able to do it. She had just stood there, not caring whether she lived or died, just waiting for his verdict. As if she herself didn't know whether she was guilty or otherwise.
He stormed out into the field behind the apartment building, past the four questioning pilots.
One look, and Quatre made them stop.
"He wants to be alone I think."
Heero sat in the long grass, absently fingering his gun. What was it about her? Why couldn't he, the perfect soldier, the one who was always cool and calm, who always knew what to do, and wasn't afraid, even if he had to blow himself up, why couldn't he end one girl's life?
It wasn't right. He should be able to erase her life in the blink of an eye. He had been trained to do so, and it was all he was good at. Maybe this was a sign that he wasn't meant to fight anymore? Was he supposed to commit suicide, or just fade away? After all, what else could the sign mean? This was what he was master of. He had nothing else.
Soft footsteps brought him out of his reverie. A warm figure sat next to him, with head on knees. The setting sun cast beautiful red highlights through her silver hair, as she stared at it.
It seemed as if she had attention for nothing else.
"Why do you think people always fight each other?"
It was a random question, one of those that you say without thinking, because it's something to say, and you have nothing else. Still, she thought on it a while.
//Maybe, people just aren't ready for peace yet. Maybe we have to just sit down for a while and rest before we can fully understand what people are saying from all sides. Maybe if we listened hard enough, we would understand the answer before we needed to ask the question.//
"So you mean that we just need to rest before we go to war again?" he asked ignoring the riddle that she had made for him.
// No. Maybe, we just need to be patient and wait until some one asks us a question, and truly think about the answer. Maybe then, we can see from all sides the way man's mind works. You never truly know man by just knowing yourself.//
"But what purpose is there for a warrior when he is no longer of use? What does he have to do to make the world happy? He gave his life for some one else's war, and now, he has no more purpose."
//That is not true. No one ever stops fighting if they believe in what they do. If that warrior wants to still fight, why not fight to prevent wars instead of cause them? Why not be strong and fight them selves instead of giving up and dying?//
"But the world has no need for warriors anymore. Most of them have disappeared. Like the lightning count? He is missing, and Treize died."
She looked at him sadly, with no pity, only true sorrow for him. Only pain, and grief for what was hurting him.
//It is true. Hero's live, and then they die. People hope, and then they give up. No one can live forever, anymore than a mortal can live without regret. Time rolls on and has no mercy for those discarded after the wars are over. People trained for the sole purpose of war, will have to live like a normal person. It is also true that they feel sadness, they feel pain, and hope, sorrow, and anger, hate, and love, but what distinguishes them from most, is that they regret what they were forced to do, and try to make up for it.//
"Why do you know so much?" he asked with a touch of resentment in his voice.
//Because, I have lived in a world where people beat others to make them perfect. I have lived while those, right next to me fell with un- healable wounds. I have watched as an adult drains the humanity from his own son. I have seen blood painted on my fingertips, and I have seen the double-sided knife that is hope.//
She shivered, and hugged her over-large coat to herself.
"Why do you sit here with me, while I ask you stupid questions about something neither of us knows anything about?" he asked disgruntled.
She looked at him impishly, and smiled.
// And I suppose you know NOTHING of war?//
What? Had she guessed? Had someone told her? Did she even know?
She scooted closer to him unconsciously to ward off the cold.
"Why would you say that? I'm only 16 and I don--"
She smiled again, and put her finger over his lips.
// We should go in. It's getting cold, and we don't want you sick for Miss Rirena's party now do we?//
He groaned and she smiled impishly again.
// Oh? You don't want to go?//
Heero was lucky that he was a fast learner, because she signed fast. It was hard to keep up, but he managed. He was the only pilot that hadn't been trained in this language as a child.
She grinned, melting his insides.
// Well, I'll just have to make sure you get home and don't run away from us now won't I?//
Before he could answer, she wrapped her cool, soft hand, around his own warm, calloused ones, and pulled him toward the apartment.
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Tenshi sat on a couch next to the other pilots. Miss Rirena was throwing this party, to signify the peace that she ruled over. Or at least, that was what she said. Tenshi had a sneaking suspicion that she was trying to show up the other royalty.
Tenshi wore a light cotton dress, which looked like it belonged to those pictures of girls walking along the beach. It was made to fall strait up and down from the shoulders, and had plain embroidery on the top, and straps two inches thick, that held it up.
Her hair fell down to her mid thigh, not put up as were the other ladies. She wore just her plain dress, and under garments, and brown leather slip off sandals. She did not approve of dressing like a queen, with gunk on her face, and her hair tied up like an animal, that was told to sit for treats. The sandals were comfortable, as was the dress. She did not care for luxury, and thought that the other girls looked quite silly.
Poor Heero, and the rest were stuck wearing tuxedos.
Quatre, ever shy, had sat next to her all evening, trying to keep up a dialogue, so that no one would bother him, while Wufei stood in a corner, probably biting anyone who came too near. Everyone already knew it was a waste of breath to try and converse with Trowa, or Heero, and Duo was eating too fast to talk.
The worst part of the party, was how Miss Rirena kept on dragging Heero off to meet this person or that one, and clutching his arm like a lifeline. It was totally sickening.
She finally got fed up with the princess, and decided to play a little joke.
Rirena was trying to drag Heero off somewhere else, when Tenshi grabbed his other arm, and expertly guided him over to the couch.
//Why are you hanging out with that pacifist monkey?//
Heero had to bite his lip hard to keep from cackling. Quatre hid a smile with his hand, while Wufei joined Duo on the ground laughing hysterically. Trowa was over in a corner barking with laughter.
She cocked her head to one side.
//Well, she is.//
"Yeah…*snort* but…*gasp* no one's ever called her that to her face!!!!!!…*cackle*
"What are you doing with MY Heero?" asked Rirena's shrill voice.
Tenshi just blinked.
"YOUR Heero…I don't see your name on him.//
Rirena turned a few shades darker, and even Duo stopped laughing. She did not look sane at the moment you see.
"Of course Heero's mine. He loves me. Don't you Heero?"
Heero muttered something that sounded suspiciously like 'NO!" before Quatre elbowed him in the gut.
Tenshi glared at Rirena, and turned around. She stalked out of the room, and to the car. The gundam pilots followed her wordlessly, and Rirena stared disbelievingly at them.
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She sat on a rock, a boulder really, in the middle of the field. The apartment was visible to the left of her lookout spot, and the sun was right in front of her. She had her legs drawn up, so that her chin could rest on her knees. She was dying. Even now, in this peaceful place, with the silence singing in her ears, she could feel her body destructing. The power that she had possessed as an angel had not gone away when she became human. The power, the magic, was slowly eating her body, corroding her organs. There was no way to stop it, other than to fulfill her task. That was something she would never do.
It had hurt when Heero hadn't fought Rirena, hadn't hurt her for treating him like a dog. She had lost her temper with the mortal girl. The boys agreed with her views on the spoiled princess, and had been looking for an excuse to leave anyway, but she still felt responsible for their glum moods.
She sighed and hugged her knees tighter. What to do, what to do, what to do? She couldn't follow through with her task. No, she thought smiling indulgently; She wouldn't follow through with her task.
She didn't even hear the person creeping up behind her, until two hands went over her eyes.
She jumped and would have squeaked, but needless to say she couldn't.
"Guess who." Said a familiar voice.
She reached up and lifted his hands off her eyes.
//Hello Heero.//
"How did you know it was me?" he asked in monotone.
She smiled impishly, one of her favorite expressions it seemed.
//No one else talks in a monotone.//
"Except Trowa."
//When he speaks.//
"True."
They sat in silence for a while, until Tenshi turned to him, her eyes serious.
//Heero? Why did you come? We both know you didn't come to watch the sunset.//
"I don't know."
Tenshi stared and shook her head.
//Enjoy the sunset then. Good night.// she said standing up.
She knelt down again to kiss him on the fore head, then stood up, turned, and started walking away.
A hand snaked out and grabbed her arm, pulling her back to the ground with a 'Whack'.
She mock death glared perfect soldier boy, and crossed her arms over her chest.
She was about to rebuke him when she got the surprise of her life.
AN I think I'll end it here. What do you think? *Dodges rotten fruit* (sulky look) OK OK…you coulda just said no.
She felt warm lips over her own. Her eyes widened.
An HAPPY?!?!?!?!??!?!? *muttering* meanines.
Cliffie, cliffie, one more time people.
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By: Musume No Kuragari
::Musume runs on stage, followed by Heero, Duo, Quatre, and Trowa::
Musume: *looks around* WUFEI!!! GET OUT HERE!!!
Wufei: Injustice!!! I refuse to come on stage in this unjust outfit you weak onna!!!
Musume: Nuts. And here I thought that I might be able to NOT put him through pain in this chapter.
Duo: Not while Wu-man's alive.
Wufei: Injustice Maxwell!!! Never call me WU-MAN!!! IT'S WUFEI!!!
Duo: *blink* You say that like you think I care.
Heero: *snicker*(talks in girly voice) come on Wufei. It's soooo cute on you.
Wufei: DON'T START ON ME YUY!!! I DON'T CARE IF YOU ARE THE PERFECT SOLDIER!!! I'LL KILL YOU!!!
Heero: You'll have you catch me first.
Musume: Come out, or I'll show everyone what you drew in math class.
Wufei: YOU WOULDN'T!!!
Musume: Do you care to try me?
Wufei: I'll get you for this onna!!! *Runs out dressed as P-chan* (is glomped by Musume)
Musume: P-CHANNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Quatre: Yeah. *clears throat* She doesn't own Gundam Wing, Although she's hoping her parents will give it to her for her birthday.
Trowa: She does own Tenshi even though you knew that already.
Wufei: *running away with a bucket (of hot water of course) wielding Musume* I've said it before, and I'll say it again. SHE'S INSANE, PSYCHO, DISTURBED, AND EVIL!!!!!!!!
Heero: we knew that already Einstein.
Musume: You say psycho like it's a BAD thing. I am not ashamed of being insane. I am not evil. I AM VERY disturbed. I LOVE P- CHAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Trowa: God she's scary
Heero: *shivers remembering the 'nick name' incident* don't ever get on her bad side. While she's angry *shiver* run!!! And don't look back!!!
Quatre: *sweat drop* I'm sure she's not that bad.
Trowa: *muttering* I bet she's worse.
Duo: On with the fic!!!!!!!!!!!!
Tenshi walked down the hall in serene contemplation. Why had Heero been avoiding her lately? Why had she caught him staring at her accusingly more that once? Why? Maybe this was part of her curse. Maybe he hated her. She wouldn't blame him. No one had liked her in heaven either. She sighed and turned, promptly walking into the wall.
!@#$%^&*()_+
What was it about the girl that made him act strangely. He didn't want to change. He was perfectly happy as he was. He was also confused.
Why was it that every time she brushed by him in the classroom, or in the halls, that he felt like he had bit into a 1000-volt wire? Ok, so maybe that was a slight understatement, but still. He lost himself in her sad eyes some times. He wanted to make her happy.
He wasn't looking where he was going, and he slipped on a loose paper someone had left in the hall. Of course, those of us who are clumsy know what happened. Mr. Perfect Soldier went flying into an already occupied wall. Seems someone else had slipped on the paper too, because, that person was sitting there dazedly like they had hit their head.
!@#$%^&*()_+
She silently cursed as her head bonked the wall. Gods but it hurt. She looked up to see why. No wonder. She had hit the corner of a suspended locker, and fallen down. Another thump brought her back to the land of the living.
When she opened her eyes grumpily, to see who had disturbed her, she was greeted with the sight of brown hair with a definite greenish tint, and cobalt eyes.
"Strange how we keep meeting like this." He said rather wryly.
!@#%^&*()_+
"Strange how we keep meeting like this." He said.
He almost immediately regretted it when her eyes clouded in sadness.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be cruel." He said confusedly.
She smiled, though her eyes remained the essence of sorrow.
"Why do you do that?" he blurted out.
She cocked her head to one side in question.
"When ever anyone apologizes, you---you smile and…wave it off as if it were nothing, but your eyes stay so sad."
Her face turned even whiter and she looked down at the floor.
"I'm sorry. It's none of my business I suppose."
She looked so sad. Always. Did she ever smile. He hadn't forgotten the picture, even though it had been three weeks. None of the pilots wanted her to leave, so she lived with them. Sally had protested at first, but when she found out that the girl had no family, she had supported their decision.
That picture. Maybe she was just an empath like Quatre. Maybe she could sense the pain in others, and put it on paper. It was possible.
Possible, just not likely.
"Do you ever smile?"
She looked up at him, and gently touched his temple. There was the familiar electric shock, but this time, he could see pictures.
A young girl, smiling and laughing, with a sound like rain, and the pealing of silver bells.
A slightly older girl, tracing patterns on the sands of a beach, with the waves lapping at her feet, smiling at them.
A girl catching snowflakes on her tongue.
Sitting in the rain.
Swimming in the ocean.
Catching butterflies.
The pictures left, but her hand was still placed on his temple.
Damn that electric shock.
It made him woozy.
!@#$%^&*()_+
She placed her hand on his temple, and gave him her memories.
She showed him, all of the times that she could remember before she met him. When she had played and never thought of what others did. She had been only a child.
He sighed and opened his eyes.
She couldn't brings herself to take her hand away.
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He heard something, like a whisper of vapor in his mind.
*I did what had to be done. I don't care that I am in hell, because I do not regret that I acted. My actions, though they may have ruined destiny's plans, were not as evil as you might think. They would have killed him for no more excuse than he was in their way.* Said a familiar voice that reminded him of silver mist, and crimson edged violets.
*I don't judge you Dear, but the council does.*
*They are just playing with you.*
*Why did you really save him?*
*That's none of your business.*
*No, but I'd like to know anyway.*
*Does it really matter so much?*
*No. I'm just curious.*
*Because…I love a mortal.*
*………That is forbidden*
*I know.*
*Did you save the one you love?*
*…………yes.*
*Have you NO morals?*
*I cannot help it. I love him. I am willing to die for him. If I thought it would make him happy, I would kill myself*
*That is blasphemy.*
*I cannot help who my heart chooses.*
*When you are sent to earth you will slowly start to die.*
* I know.*
Silence greeted this answer. Then the other voice, the one who reminded him of death, and blood……and his gundam spoke again.
*You do no care that you will die?*
*No. I would rather be near him than live.*
*You really are foolish.*
*I never denied it.*
*Then go. Face the folly you have reaped.*
*Good bye.*
Violet haze clouded his vision. The voices had lasted but a second, but it did not matter.
Her hand still rested on his temple. It was cool, and soft.
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Wufei walked past the two, glancing at them only briefly.
'Stupid baka's. Get a room.'
He kept walking. None of his business.
Wait.
Backup.
Holy Nataku, and blue muffins.
Wufei quickly walked down two doors, and stepped into the 6th period study hall.
"Winner! Maxwell! Barton! Come!"
"Um…….right Wu-man."
"Grrrrrrrrrr"
"Fine, fine."
The three other pilots accompanied Wufei into the hall. Duo was the first to peek around the door.
"Whoa…"
Quatre gently pushed his head down so that he could see.
"Allah……what?"
Trowa pushed his (and Duo's) head down a little less gently, and peered over.
"……"
Wufei roughly pushed the four heads down, so that Duo was on his stomache, laying on the floor.
"What are they doing?" asked Wufei.
"Brain washing…I've seen it before."
"Shut up Maxwell!!!" said Wufei stomping on Duo's back.
"Owie!!!"
"Will you two please be quiet?"
"………"
"I think we should throw Maxwell on top of the roof and---"
"Wufei wasn't able to finish his sentence, because a hand slapped itself over his mouth, the reason being that Tenshi had gotten up, and run to the bathroom…right past their hiding place.
"Next time you could just tell me to shut up." Said Wufei testily.
"Yes. I could. Would you listen?" asked the usually quiet Trowa.
Wufei mumbled something incoherent, and pouted for a while.
The group peered behind the door, and saw Heero. He was staring into the space between Duo's eyes.
Duo flinched, but didn't move, knowing that Heero would probably misfire on purpose, and miss his head by maybe an inch…waiting…still waiting…Ok something's wrong here. Why wasn't there a hole in the wall near his head?
Duo looked closer, and saw that Perfect Soldier Boy…Whoa!!!!!!!!!
The Perfect Soldier's pupils were totally dilated.
Duo cautiously stepped from behind the door, and waved a hand in front of his face.
Not even a blink.
At the sound of footsteps Duo turned in time to see Tenshi race into 6th period study hall.
"O meo korosu."
Now he felt better. A vacant Heero was just wrong.
"What were you doing Duo?"
"Waking you up from your trance buddy."
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It was starting. She had known that her body would start to deteriorate when she became mortal, but it was so painful. The magic in her, was too much for her now mortal body to handle. Pretty soon the fact that she was dying, would be evident to all. Her lungs were already self-destructing.
She felt a sharp pain in her chest, and knowing what it was, she had jumped up and rushed to the bathroom.
She was now hacking into a blood-spattered handkerchief, and clutching her chest. A surge of blood made it's way through her lips, and colored them crimson.
When the fit stopped, she disgustedly threw away the ruined handkerchief, and ran into her 6th period Study Hall, and sat down.
She had to keep them from finding out that she was going to slowly get sicker, and sicker, until she finally died.
She felt like crying, but she wouldn't do that. She refused to do something do humiliating. She had chosen this path and now she would walk it.
She knew that she would do anything for Heero. If he asked her to fly without wings, she would.
She would assure his happiness if she had to play matchmaker. That would make her death come quicker, if she had no reason to live. The stress was so great, she just wanted to curl up and go to sleep forever.
She decided to sleep, preserving her dying life for as long as possible.
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Earlier that day, she had given him something to think about. Those pictures. Maybe, she was an empath. He would have to ask Quatre. Quatre should know if she had an empath's aura. He would have to ask, but he thought he already knew the answer.
She had left the school as soon as it let out, and had not come home. One thing was for sure, she had some questions to answer when she returned.
He sighed and watched half way amused as Wufei, Quatre, and even Trowa grew frustrated trying to explain to their American friend about algebra. He could tell that even Quatre was at the thresh hold of his breaking point, when Tenshi entered the room.
She stopped in surprise as she viewed the scene before her, but smiled and resumed to walk towards the seat next to Duo.
Once there, she promptly sat down.
She opened her book, and got working on her biology homework.
She looked at it for a minute, before sighing. It was going to be a long night. She didn't know anything about earth creatures. She had always known that they were there, and known what they were called to an extent, but……not anything THIS detailed.
Tenshi's Thoughts
Ok. So blood vessels carry blood through most of the body while capillaries carry blood away from the heart…no. that's arteries. And capillaries carry blood to the skin. The heart takes air from the lungs, and the…white blood cells take it through the body. The platelets are what kill bacteria. Red blood cells make blood clot. Ok. Now time to check my answers.
……Damn…how could I get so many wrong? I can't be THAT stupid…now I have to study again…just great…how come Duo gets this and I don't? I mean come on, he doesn't even get algebra…this is frustrating.
End Tenshi's Thoughts
She slammed the Human Biology textbook, and shoved it in her bag. She shoved the ballpoint pen, and the pencil she had been using to study into an outer pocket, and the pad of paper in a thin inner pocket. The Velcro that held the bag shut, caught on Wufei's and she struggled to un-tangle it.
Sighing, she hauled the heavy thing up to the small attic room that she had been given, and collapsed onto her pallet.
She immediately regretted that, when a few new aches sprung up where she had hit it.
"…Ouch."
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Heero decided that it was time to confront Tenshi. She was so mysterious, that it made even him, the perfect soldier, curious. She had stormed out of the dining room where the 'crew' as they had come to be dubbed, studied and did homework, so he assumed that she had gone to the small attic room that she had chosen to sleep in. Apparently she didn't have much liking of luxurious lifestyle.
He heard a loud bump from her room, because he was standing near the door, and wondered if the frail looking girl was trying to mover her furniture around. Not that she had much of it anyway, but still…
He knocked on the door and waited for her to come and open it.
His knock was followed by another thunk, and creaking floorboards that indicated that Tenshi was answering the knock.
When she saw him, she smiled warmly, and moved aside to admit him.
Heero surveyed the room. It was small. Smaller than his, which had been the smallest of those offered. It had room for her pallet, a small dresser with her clothes contained inside, a lamp by the floor near her pallet, and a stack of old blankets.
He decided not to be polite. He didn't like what this girl did to him…at least that's what he told himself. He couldn't afford emotions, and he experienced too many in her presence.
He whipped out his favorite gun, and pressed it on the hollow of her temple.
"Who are you really?"
She didn't even look afraid, just like she was experiencing the same shock he got every time she was near.
She lifted her right shoulder up in a one sided shrug.
He clicked off the safety.
She closed her eyes and smiled serenely.
Gundam pilots 2 through 5 jumped as a shot rang through the house.
Heero mentally cursed himself. He hadn't been able to do it. She had just stood there, not caring whether she lived or died, just waiting for his verdict. As if she herself didn't know whether she was guilty or otherwise.
He stormed out into the field behind the apartment building, past the four questioning pilots.
One look, and Quatre made them stop.
"He wants to be alone I think."
Heero sat in the long grass, absently fingering his gun. What was it about her? Why couldn't he, the perfect soldier, the one who was always cool and calm, who always knew what to do, and wasn't afraid, even if he had to blow himself up, why couldn't he end one girl's life?
It wasn't right. He should be able to erase her life in the blink of an eye. He had been trained to do so, and it was all he was good at. Maybe this was a sign that he wasn't meant to fight anymore? Was he supposed to commit suicide, or just fade away? After all, what else could the sign mean? This was what he was master of. He had nothing else.
Soft footsteps brought him out of his reverie. A warm figure sat next to him, with head on knees. The setting sun cast beautiful red highlights through her silver hair, as she stared at it.
It seemed as if she had attention for nothing else.
"Why do you think people always fight each other?"
It was a random question, one of those that you say without thinking, because it's something to say, and you have nothing else. Still, she thought on it a while.
//Maybe, people just aren't ready for peace yet. Maybe we have to just sit down for a while and rest before we can fully understand what people are saying from all sides. Maybe if we listened hard enough, we would understand the answer before we needed to ask the question.//
"So you mean that we just need to rest before we go to war again?" he asked ignoring the riddle that she had made for him.
// No. Maybe, we just need to be patient and wait until some one asks us a question, and truly think about the answer. Maybe then, we can see from all sides the way man's mind works. You never truly know man by just knowing yourself.//
"But what purpose is there for a warrior when he is no longer of use? What does he have to do to make the world happy? He gave his life for some one else's war, and now, he has no more purpose."
//That is not true. No one ever stops fighting if they believe in what they do. If that warrior wants to still fight, why not fight to prevent wars instead of cause them? Why not be strong and fight them selves instead of giving up and dying?//
"But the world has no need for warriors anymore. Most of them have disappeared. Like the lightning count? He is missing, and Treize died."
She looked at him sadly, with no pity, only true sorrow for him. Only pain, and grief for what was hurting him.
//It is true. Hero's live, and then they die. People hope, and then they give up. No one can live forever, anymore than a mortal can live without regret. Time rolls on and has no mercy for those discarded after the wars are over. People trained for the sole purpose of war, will have to live like a normal person. It is also true that they feel sadness, they feel pain, and hope, sorrow, and anger, hate, and love, but what distinguishes them from most, is that they regret what they were forced to do, and try to make up for it.//
"Why do you know so much?" he asked with a touch of resentment in his voice.
//Because, I have lived in a world where people beat others to make them perfect. I have lived while those, right next to me fell with un- healable wounds. I have watched as an adult drains the humanity from his own son. I have seen blood painted on my fingertips, and I have seen the double-sided knife that is hope.//
She shivered, and hugged her over-large coat to herself.
"Why do you sit here with me, while I ask you stupid questions about something neither of us knows anything about?" he asked disgruntled.
She looked at him impishly, and smiled.
// And I suppose you know NOTHING of war?//
What? Had she guessed? Had someone told her? Did she even know?
She scooted closer to him unconsciously to ward off the cold.
"Why would you say that? I'm only 16 and I don--"
She smiled again, and put her finger over his lips.
// We should go in. It's getting cold, and we don't want you sick for Miss Rirena's party now do we?//
He groaned and she smiled impishly again.
// Oh? You don't want to go?//
Heero was lucky that he was a fast learner, because she signed fast. It was hard to keep up, but he managed. He was the only pilot that hadn't been trained in this language as a child.
She grinned, melting his insides.
// Well, I'll just have to make sure you get home and don't run away from us now won't I?//
Before he could answer, she wrapped her cool, soft hand, around his own warm, calloused ones, and pulled him toward the apartment.
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Tenshi sat on a couch next to the other pilots. Miss Rirena was throwing this party, to signify the peace that she ruled over. Or at least, that was what she said. Tenshi had a sneaking suspicion that she was trying to show up the other royalty.
Tenshi wore a light cotton dress, which looked like it belonged to those pictures of girls walking along the beach. It was made to fall strait up and down from the shoulders, and had plain embroidery on the top, and straps two inches thick, that held it up.
Her hair fell down to her mid thigh, not put up as were the other ladies. She wore just her plain dress, and under garments, and brown leather slip off sandals. She did not approve of dressing like a queen, with gunk on her face, and her hair tied up like an animal, that was told to sit for treats. The sandals were comfortable, as was the dress. She did not care for luxury, and thought that the other girls looked quite silly.
Poor Heero, and the rest were stuck wearing tuxedos.
Quatre, ever shy, had sat next to her all evening, trying to keep up a dialogue, so that no one would bother him, while Wufei stood in a corner, probably biting anyone who came too near. Everyone already knew it was a waste of breath to try and converse with Trowa, or Heero, and Duo was eating too fast to talk.
The worst part of the party, was how Miss Rirena kept on dragging Heero off to meet this person or that one, and clutching his arm like a lifeline. It was totally sickening.
She finally got fed up with the princess, and decided to play a little joke.
Rirena was trying to drag Heero off somewhere else, when Tenshi grabbed his other arm, and expertly guided him over to the couch.
//Why are you hanging out with that pacifist monkey?//
Heero had to bite his lip hard to keep from cackling. Quatre hid a smile with his hand, while Wufei joined Duo on the ground laughing hysterically. Trowa was over in a corner barking with laughter.
She cocked her head to one side.
//Well, she is.//
"Yeah…*snort* but…*gasp* no one's ever called her that to her face!!!!!!…*cackle*
"What are you doing with MY Heero?" asked Rirena's shrill voice.
Tenshi just blinked.
"YOUR Heero…I don't see your name on him.//
Rirena turned a few shades darker, and even Duo stopped laughing. She did not look sane at the moment you see.
"Of course Heero's mine. He loves me. Don't you Heero?"
Heero muttered something that sounded suspiciously like 'NO!" before Quatre elbowed him in the gut.
Tenshi glared at Rirena, and turned around. She stalked out of the room, and to the car. The gundam pilots followed her wordlessly, and Rirena stared disbelievingly at them.
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She sat on a rock, a boulder really, in the middle of the field. The apartment was visible to the left of her lookout spot, and the sun was right in front of her. She had her legs drawn up, so that her chin could rest on her knees. She was dying. Even now, in this peaceful place, with the silence singing in her ears, she could feel her body destructing. The power that she had possessed as an angel had not gone away when she became human. The power, the magic, was slowly eating her body, corroding her organs. There was no way to stop it, other than to fulfill her task. That was something she would never do.
It had hurt when Heero hadn't fought Rirena, hadn't hurt her for treating him like a dog. She had lost her temper with the mortal girl. The boys agreed with her views on the spoiled princess, and had been looking for an excuse to leave anyway, but she still felt responsible for their glum moods.
She sighed and hugged her knees tighter. What to do, what to do, what to do? She couldn't follow through with her task. No, she thought smiling indulgently; She wouldn't follow through with her task.
She didn't even hear the person creeping up behind her, until two hands went over her eyes.
She jumped and would have squeaked, but needless to say she couldn't.
"Guess who." Said a familiar voice.
She reached up and lifted his hands off her eyes.
//Hello Heero.//
"How did you know it was me?" he asked in monotone.
She smiled impishly, one of her favorite expressions it seemed.
//No one else talks in a monotone.//
"Except Trowa."
//When he speaks.//
"True."
They sat in silence for a while, until Tenshi turned to him, her eyes serious.
//Heero? Why did you come? We both know you didn't come to watch the sunset.//
"I don't know."
Tenshi stared and shook her head.
//Enjoy the sunset then. Good night.// she said standing up.
She knelt down again to kiss him on the fore head, then stood up, turned, and started walking away.
A hand snaked out and grabbed her arm, pulling her back to the ground with a 'Whack'.
She mock death glared perfect soldier boy, and crossed her arms over her chest.
She was about to rebuke him when she got the surprise of her life.
AN I think I'll end it here. What do you think? *Dodges rotten fruit* (sulky look) OK OK…you coulda just said no.
She felt warm lips over her own. Her eyes widened.
An HAPPY?!?!?!?!??!?!? *muttering* meanines.
Cliffie, cliffie, one more time people.
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