Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing, but I do own Allana, who is not much
since I doubt she'll be a major character in this story.
Author's Note: I am aware that I have not written anything for this story in eternity. This chapter is dedicated to my best friend Jennifer who pestered me for so long about adding on. And it's for everyone to enjoy. I have started a new system where if you would like me to email you when I update a particular story, all you have to do is send me an email at ladydemosthenes9@yahoo.com with the title of the story as the subject and tell me so. Please R and R.
Allana led Heero down a hall with whitewashed walls. The immaculate atmosphere of a hospital made him feel queasy inside. It felt quite contrary to his normal personality; the cold emotionless one that never felt anything. Ever. Or at least people thought of him that way. He didn't let his nonchalant visage drop, though, that would only be at a last resort. Only if he lost total control of his body. They turned at several corners, but Heero paid no heed to where she was leading him. The halls seemed like clones. He didn't know how long had passed when she took him into a room. There were dark blue cabinets to the left corner and a covered patient's table.
"Go ahead and take a seat up there," the nurse stated sweetly pointing at the patient's table. Heero didn't protest; he walked over there and pulled himself up. The nurse opened one of the cabinets and pulled out a need and a small collecting beaker. "Don't worry, this will just take a second."
Heero stared, not in the mood to answer her. His mind was running through a thousand thoughts at once. "Where do I go if this is not the place?" he thought, "Was I even born on L1? Who was my mother? Who was my father? Do I have any relatives?"
"Which arm would you like to have the blood taken from?" the nurse had walked up to him and was looking at both his arms. Heero shrugged. It didn't matter to him. He had experienced the pain of hot gundanium alloy searing against his skin, the bruises from being jolted this way and that in outer space, and had suffered more bullets than anyone else his age. A small needle seemed quite trivial in comparison to everything he had gone through. The nurse pulled out a small cloth and rubbed the crease above his elbow. The sanitizing liquid felt cold against his strong arm. She poked the needle into him horizontally with perfect precision. Heero didn't even flinch. "You're doing a good job," she replied while collecting the blood.
"A comment you'd make to a child," Heero thought. And then realization swept over him like a tsunami crashing against the shore. He was a child. Or at least, in the eyes of those who did not know who he was and what he had gone through to sustain peace for the colonies and earth. He should be a student in high school, learning, experiencing, and making mistakes. He shook his head thinking, "I'm above all that." And then mulled some more, "So what if I am? Maybe that's what I should do after I get the answers I want about my birth. Maybe I should try to blend in. Then I can be happy like other sixteen year old boys." Heero did not notice the needle had come out until the nurse spoke again.
"I'm going to get your blood processed. It'll take a while. Come back in two days and we should know whether or not you were born here. Meanwhile, you might want to check out other hospitals on L1." The nurse waved with her left hand while holding the beaker in her right hand, "You're free to go." He nodded as she exited. With swiftness, he pushed off the table and walked towards the door with strong strides. He looked out the door and then froze in his tracks.
"Which way do I go?" he mumbled to himself. He saw many personnel from whom he could ask directions from, but he had always been an obstinate one. He had a strong sense of independence. One trait he had to put aside when fighting with the other Gundam pilots. He wondered what they were doing at that exact moment. Duo didn't have any other family members, but somehow he felt like the Deathscythe pilot had found somewhere where he belonged. He was also positive that the others had found places to settle in as well. Not outcasts anymore like him. His intuition told him to take a left, which he did. He walked with his gaze towards the ground so that he would not look open to conversation. At the moment, all he wanted to do was just leave. The only problem was that he had no destination in mind. He came to a fork in the corridor, either right or left. "Where was the lobby? I should have paid attention." A sigh escaped and he put his hands behind his head- a casual position that Duo would often exercise. He took a right this time even though he really didn't have a particular preference for direction. If he had been wearing a watch, he would have checked the time to see how long it had been since he had come to the hospital. There wasn't even a clock as far as he could see. A few minutes later, he came to a position at which he could either go straight or take a right turn. Since he had already taken a left turn and a right, he decided to go straight. True, the method of determining was foolish, but he really didn't know any other way to choose. Another sigh escaped when he found himself back in the lobby. Except this time it was a sigh of relief instead of one of frustration. The cacophony of sobbing greeted his ears. He turned to see a lone girl a few feet away who looked no older than seven. "It's none of your business," he reminded himself, "just keep going." But for some reason, he could not. He had developed a sort of brotherly affection for small helpless children. Probably because they reflected an innocence that had wrongfully been taken from him at a young age.
Slowly and with a bit of trepidation (though he would never admit it), he approached the young girl. "What's wrong?" he tried not to sound robotic, but it still came out that way. Emotionless.
The young girl raised her tear stained face. Light blond curls graced her angelical face. "I can't find my mommy. And you're a stranger."
"What does your mother look like?" Heero asked, though his subconscious was telling him to just leave and let the girl be.
"She's tall with brown hair and green eyes. And she's really pretty," the girl answered between half sobs. Heero nodded and took the diminutive hand into his own, which was calloused from battle. He led her through the lobby looking everywhere and even questioning others about the whereabouts of the brown haired lady. But even after half an hour of searching, there were no apparent results. Just when he was about to give up, a tall lady approached him. "Mommy!" the little girl exclaimed letting go of Heero's hand and embracing the lady. Heero looked up to see a woman that matched the young girl's description. The lady, who looked like she had been crying as well, took the child into her arms and smiled while calling her sweet names. After showering the child with adulation, she noticed Heero standing there.
"Did you help my child find me, young man?" she asked in a honeyed maternal voice.
Heero was about to answer but the little girl spoke first, "Yeah! He helped me when I was crying!" Heero was about to open his mouth and protest, but then he decided to keep it shut.
"What is your name, young man and how can I ever reward you?" the lady interrogated.
"Heero. No need for reward," Heero replied tersely. He had never received remuneration before, and he didn't even care for it now.
"At least allow me to treat you to dinner," the woman said while glancing at the silver watch on her wrist.
Heero did not have the energy to protest.
This is the end of chapter three. I hope you enjoyed it! Please R and R!
Author's Note: I am aware that I have not written anything for this story in eternity. This chapter is dedicated to my best friend Jennifer who pestered me for so long about adding on. And it's for everyone to enjoy. I have started a new system where if you would like me to email you when I update a particular story, all you have to do is send me an email at ladydemosthenes9@yahoo.com with the title of the story as the subject and tell me so. Please R and R.
Allana led Heero down a hall with whitewashed walls. The immaculate atmosphere of a hospital made him feel queasy inside. It felt quite contrary to his normal personality; the cold emotionless one that never felt anything. Ever. Or at least people thought of him that way. He didn't let his nonchalant visage drop, though, that would only be at a last resort. Only if he lost total control of his body. They turned at several corners, but Heero paid no heed to where she was leading him. The halls seemed like clones. He didn't know how long had passed when she took him into a room. There were dark blue cabinets to the left corner and a covered patient's table.
"Go ahead and take a seat up there," the nurse stated sweetly pointing at the patient's table. Heero didn't protest; he walked over there and pulled himself up. The nurse opened one of the cabinets and pulled out a need and a small collecting beaker. "Don't worry, this will just take a second."
Heero stared, not in the mood to answer her. His mind was running through a thousand thoughts at once. "Where do I go if this is not the place?" he thought, "Was I even born on L1? Who was my mother? Who was my father? Do I have any relatives?"
"Which arm would you like to have the blood taken from?" the nurse had walked up to him and was looking at both his arms. Heero shrugged. It didn't matter to him. He had experienced the pain of hot gundanium alloy searing against his skin, the bruises from being jolted this way and that in outer space, and had suffered more bullets than anyone else his age. A small needle seemed quite trivial in comparison to everything he had gone through. The nurse pulled out a small cloth and rubbed the crease above his elbow. The sanitizing liquid felt cold against his strong arm. She poked the needle into him horizontally with perfect precision. Heero didn't even flinch. "You're doing a good job," she replied while collecting the blood.
"A comment you'd make to a child," Heero thought. And then realization swept over him like a tsunami crashing against the shore. He was a child. Or at least, in the eyes of those who did not know who he was and what he had gone through to sustain peace for the colonies and earth. He should be a student in high school, learning, experiencing, and making mistakes. He shook his head thinking, "I'm above all that." And then mulled some more, "So what if I am? Maybe that's what I should do after I get the answers I want about my birth. Maybe I should try to blend in. Then I can be happy like other sixteen year old boys." Heero did not notice the needle had come out until the nurse spoke again.
"I'm going to get your blood processed. It'll take a while. Come back in two days and we should know whether or not you were born here. Meanwhile, you might want to check out other hospitals on L1." The nurse waved with her left hand while holding the beaker in her right hand, "You're free to go." He nodded as she exited. With swiftness, he pushed off the table and walked towards the door with strong strides. He looked out the door and then froze in his tracks.
"Which way do I go?" he mumbled to himself. He saw many personnel from whom he could ask directions from, but he had always been an obstinate one. He had a strong sense of independence. One trait he had to put aside when fighting with the other Gundam pilots. He wondered what they were doing at that exact moment. Duo didn't have any other family members, but somehow he felt like the Deathscythe pilot had found somewhere where he belonged. He was also positive that the others had found places to settle in as well. Not outcasts anymore like him. His intuition told him to take a left, which he did. He walked with his gaze towards the ground so that he would not look open to conversation. At the moment, all he wanted to do was just leave. The only problem was that he had no destination in mind. He came to a fork in the corridor, either right or left. "Where was the lobby? I should have paid attention." A sigh escaped and he put his hands behind his head- a casual position that Duo would often exercise. He took a right this time even though he really didn't have a particular preference for direction. If he had been wearing a watch, he would have checked the time to see how long it had been since he had come to the hospital. There wasn't even a clock as far as he could see. A few minutes later, he came to a position at which he could either go straight or take a right turn. Since he had already taken a left turn and a right, he decided to go straight. True, the method of determining was foolish, but he really didn't know any other way to choose. Another sigh escaped when he found himself back in the lobby. Except this time it was a sigh of relief instead of one of frustration. The cacophony of sobbing greeted his ears. He turned to see a lone girl a few feet away who looked no older than seven. "It's none of your business," he reminded himself, "just keep going." But for some reason, he could not. He had developed a sort of brotherly affection for small helpless children. Probably because they reflected an innocence that had wrongfully been taken from him at a young age.
Slowly and with a bit of trepidation (though he would never admit it), he approached the young girl. "What's wrong?" he tried not to sound robotic, but it still came out that way. Emotionless.
The young girl raised her tear stained face. Light blond curls graced her angelical face. "I can't find my mommy. And you're a stranger."
"What does your mother look like?" Heero asked, though his subconscious was telling him to just leave and let the girl be.
"She's tall with brown hair and green eyes. And she's really pretty," the girl answered between half sobs. Heero nodded and took the diminutive hand into his own, which was calloused from battle. He led her through the lobby looking everywhere and even questioning others about the whereabouts of the brown haired lady. But even after half an hour of searching, there were no apparent results. Just when he was about to give up, a tall lady approached him. "Mommy!" the little girl exclaimed letting go of Heero's hand and embracing the lady. Heero looked up to see a woman that matched the young girl's description. The lady, who looked like she had been crying as well, took the child into her arms and smiled while calling her sweet names. After showering the child with adulation, she noticed Heero standing there.
"Did you help my child find me, young man?" she asked in a honeyed maternal voice.
Heero was about to answer but the little girl spoke first, "Yeah! He helped me when I was crying!" Heero was about to open his mouth and protest, but then he decided to keep it shut.
"What is your name, young man and how can I ever reward you?" the lady interrogated.
"Heero. No need for reward," Heero replied tersely. He had never received remuneration before, and he didn't even care for it now.
"At least allow me to treat you to dinner," the woman said while glancing at the silver watch on her wrist.
Heero did not have the energy to protest.
This is the end of chapter three. I hope you enjoyed it! Please R and R!