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anyone would want so don't sue me.
Thoughts of war had been eliminated from the face of the earth as well as in the colonies. Finally, the object of longing had been possessed. Life became normal, and everyone could finally live in peace… everyone except the Perfect Soldier. Without war, he felt he didn't have a place in existence; what made it worse, he had nowhere to turn to unlike the other pilots. Loneliness. He was so used to it now for he knew no other approach in life. As he walked through the blooming meadows of colony L-1, he kept seeing families reunited and children embracing his parents. No one paid any heed to him, perhaps because no one knew that the peace hath been attained due to his heroic actions. He wanted to concentrate on something other than the presence of the joyous families, so he thought about the sweet olfactory of the wild flowers all around of him. And then thoughts about that little girl he had caused the death of in one of his first mission came to him. No, that wouldn't due. He tried to push the thoughts away before the tears welled up in his eyes. That couldn't happen; he was above petty emotion. Heero walked robotically into a small apartment room that had been rented out for him consumed by the will to push away the irksome thoughts.
"I didn't come from no where," he whispered to himself while thinking of the families again, "I must have had a mother once, even if it was just a machine." He was being half sardonic with the last comment, but it almost seemed possible.
Now that the war was over perhaps he could find what he wanted to know so badly internally. With plenty of determination, he grabbed his sleek leather jacket and put it on. Without hesitation, he left the apartment, and embarked on a search that would find the answers he yearned for.
That was the shortest Chapter I've ever written. For some reason, even though I'm not the biggest Heero fan, his past intrigues me because it is so unknown and open for fanfiction. Well, please R and R. I will write more in the future.
Thoughts of war had been eliminated from the face of the earth as well as in the colonies. Finally, the object of longing had been possessed. Life became normal, and everyone could finally live in peace… everyone except the Perfect Soldier. Without war, he felt he didn't have a place in existence; what made it worse, he had nowhere to turn to unlike the other pilots. Loneliness. He was so used to it now for he knew no other approach in life. As he walked through the blooming meadows of colony L-1, he kept seeing families reunited and children embracing his parents. No one paid any heed to him, perhaps because no one knew that the peace hath been attained due to his heroic actions. He wanted to concentrate on something other than the presence of the joyous families, so he thought about the sweet olfactory of the wild flowers all around of him. And then thoughts about that little girl he had caused the death of in one of his first mission came to him. No, that wouldn't due. He tried to push the thoughts away before the tears welled up in his eyes. That couldn't happen; he was above petty emotion. Heero walked robotically into a small apartment room that had been rented out for him consumed by the will to push away the irksome thoughts.
"I didn't come from no where," he whispered to himself while thinking of the families again, "I must have had a mother once, even if it was just a machine." He was being half sardonic with the last comment, but it almost seemed possible.
Now that the war was over perhaps he could find what he wanted to know so badly internally. With plenty of determination, he grabbed his sleek leather jacket and put it on. Without hesitation, he left the apartment, and embarked on a search that would find the answers he yearned for.
That was the shortest Chapter I've ever written. For some reason, even though I'm not the biggest Heero fan, his past intrigues me because it is so unknown and open for fanfiction. Well, please R and R. I will write more in the future.