Title: I Wonder What They're Doing Now
Warnings: Er..stuff =D *blinks* Find out for yourself ¬¬
Disclaimer: I do not own the pilots or anything related to Gundam Wing ¬¬ *mumbles about injustice* If Duos Pikachu plushie were to suddenly appear somewhere in this fic, that is mine ^^
Heero cast a quick glance at the clock mounted on the wall. The plain black hands pointed to four and twelve. He'd missed work, he knew that, but he was neither enraged nor panicked. Placing his hands on the wheels of his chair, he forced his tired arms to push him the distance to the counter below the circular clock. He grabbed a thick permanent marker, a dark one, black or blue he couldn't really make it out at this time. He crossed out the box belonging to the previous day on the calendar and looked steadily at the day, which was no in process.
Friday.
Of course he hadn't forgotten. Even Heero Yuy, the perfect emotionless soldier, could not ignore the feeling that was stirring up inside him simply thinking of the old memories he associated with the arrival of Quatre. He remained by the counter, staring at the little square on the piece of paper that meant so little where it was, yet held so much in it in the real world.
He was starting to get anxious and restless again, wheeling around the house, as one with functioning legs would call pacing. He couldn't focus his mind on anything, though he desperately tried. It wasn't like him to be excited over…something like this. It wasn't normal. It was wrong. /=/What's wrong with me. It's just Quatre. I've seen him before./=/ he tried to tell himself, not noticing he'd clawed deep marks in the leather seat of his wheelchair.
He needed something that would occupy his mind for an hour or so.
And that something just slunk in through his open window, and sat on the windowsill. He didn't see it at first, with his back turned to the bright rays of sunlight that were trying to bring some color back to his cheeks and the return the glint to his eye. But two large eyes watched him from their blue-ish purple depths. A silky black tail slithered back and forth across the clean surface and four slender paws kneaded the counter the little feline was sitting on. Quite uncaring of what Heero would do, or how he would react, the slender black cat let out a loud:
"MEOW!"
Heero whirled around his chair, almost toppling over. Not surprisingly, his gun was grasped tightly in his hand, turning his thin knuckles white. His aim was steady, as was his eye, fixed harshly on the little cat. All it did was tilt its head to the side and look at him in a questioning way. Almost smiling.
Of course he saw it was a cat the second he whirled around. But you can't be too careful. He'd learned that the hard way. And wasn't about to make the same mistake twice.
"Mew?" the black entity asked him, tilting his head to the other side. It didn't understand it had a weapon of destruction pointed right at its face and silently leapt onto the floor and padded towards him. Heero moved his gun with the cat's movements, pausing when it did, speeding up when it did. The few meters between them seemed to take ages to cross. And the entire time, the cat was looking at him with those large comforting eyes, not caring how cold of a death glare it received back.
In the back of his mind, somewhere in a dusted corner that hadn't been visited in a while, the penetrating look the cat gave him reminded him of something from a long time ago.
In the brief fraction of a moment that feeling brushed past him, the cat had seated itself right in front of him, still gazing up at him. And that feline grin was still on its slender pointed face.
That grin…so innocent and sweet, yet wickedly evil at the same time. Heero lowered the gun slightly but whipped it up again when the cat took one step closer. It was ridiculous, really, to be so cautious of a cat. He gave it his best, patented death glare, which was still fully intact and colder than it had ever been.
The cat, it just kept grinning no matter how cruel Heero attempted to be. It seemed that the longer he glared at it, the more anger he added to his glare, the more the cat wanted to stay. It was…annoying. And familiar.
"What do you want." The standard statement question that you would only hear from him. He was talking to a cat, but he didn't care. Even a cat can be suspicious, not matter how cute they appear to be.
Suddenly, in a gigantic leap which only felines can add perfection to, it sprung onto his lap. When it landed on his lap, Heero dropped his gun and gripped the armrests of his chair, backing away from the window as if he expected the cat to follow with it. For a few seconds he remained completely frozen in place, just staring down at the friendly face that was giving him a reflected expression that completely contrasted.
/=/ It's a cat, Yuy. A stupid, useless, good for nothing cat. What are you so afraid of./=/ He tried to think this way, but instead other thoughts started to swim and play in his mind. Ones that he had no control over. The links and ties he saw in this cat. It was a horrible feeling to Heero. First the lack of control over what he was thinking, and then the actual material that his mind was turning over.
The things he was remembering.
Through a small black cat with a sly grin and purple tinged eyes.
*
For what remained of the time to waste before Quatre made his arrival, Heero found himself talking to the cat sitting so timidly on his lap. It was not the friendly blabber a young girl would issue towards a creature like that, rather a series of irritated questions, trying to mock the cat into disliking him.
"Get off my lap. Why do you like me? I'm not to be liked. I'm the perfect soldier. Soldiers are meant for battle, not sitting with some fleabag in a wheelchair." He snapped at it, but not with as much ferocity in his voice as he had intended. Gradually, he gave a miniscule proportion of his misery and defeat away to the cat, telling it through his insults of the shame he felt because of his state. Paralyzed. Ruined. What is a soldier without a worth to fight?
The cat just sat there, purring in a deep throaty tone. It was frustrating in a manner of speaking. But Heero did feel much better after having made his confessions of guilt and anger to the little cat. Even if they were just a ghost of what was really buried beneath layers of ignorance and determination to remain the Perfect Soldier he once was. He had never responded to personal emotions in his life, and he clearly refused to start now. It was as though he was ashamed, to be human.
Quatre would be arriving any minute now. He could feel it without having to glance at the clock. Trying to act as casual as possible, he wheeled over to the window and raised his hand to close it. But the cat jumped in his way, refusing to let him cut off the supply of fresh air.
"Hn. Stupid cat." Heero glared at the feline, who looked back at him questioningly. Something dawned on Heero as he watched the purple depths. He propped his chin up on his elbows and joined the cat, watching out the window for any sign of Quatre. Slowly he reached out with his pale hand and stroked the cat's head, perhaps not as tenderly as one would expect a person to pet a cat, but it didn't matter to either of them.
"Shinigami." Heero said firmly, placing the title on the cat with a curt nod.
Shinigami purred deeply and gave a nod of his own in agreement. And they both went back to waiting for Quatre to appear into their view from the window.
To Be Continued
Authors note: Heeheehee ^^ I figured he needed some time before meeting up with Quatre – We all know he isn't as strong as he seems to be when it comes to situations with no references to war. Someone who can't talk back in return, and just listens patiently. Like a cat ^_^ Especially one named Shinigami. R&R ^.^ Hope you like it so far.
Warnings: Er..stuff =D *blinks* Find out for yourself ¬¬
Disclaimer: I do not own the pilots or anything related to Gundam Wing ¬¬ *mumbles about injustice* If Duos Pikachu plushie were to suddenly appear somewhere in this fic, that is mine ^^
Heero cast a quick glance at the clock mounted on the wall. The plain black hands pointed to four and twelve. He'd missed work, he knew that, but he was neither enraged nor panicked. Placing his hands on the wheels of his chair, he forced his tired arms to push him the distance to the counter below the circular clock. He grabbed a thick permanent marker, a dark one, black or blue he couldn't really make it out at this time. He crossed out the box belonging to the previous day on the calendar and looked steadily at the day, which was no in process.
Friday.
Of course he hadn't forgotten. Even Heero Yuy, the perfect emotionless soldier, could not ignore the feeling that was stirring up inside him simply thinking of the old memories he associated with the arrival of Quatre. He remained by the counter, staring at the little square on the piece of paper that meant so little where it was, yet held so much in it in the real world.
He was starting to get anxious and restless again, wheeling around the house, as one with functioning legs would call pacing. He couldn't focus his mind on anything, though he desperately tried. It wasn't like him to be excited over…something like this. It wasn't normal. It was wrong. /=/What's wrong with me. It's just Quatre. I've seen him before./=/ he tried to tell himself, not noticing he'd clawed deep marks in the leather seat of his wheelchair.
He needed something that would occupy his mind for an hour or so.
And that something just slunk in through his open window, and sat on the windowsill. He didn't see it at first, with his back turned to the bright rays of sunlight that were trying to bring some color back to his cheeks and the return the glint to his eye. But two large eyes watched him from their blue-ish purple depths. A silky black tail slithered back and forth across the clean surface and four slender paws kneaded the counter the little feline was sitting on. Quite uncaring of what Heero would do, or how he would react, the slender black cat let out a loud:
"MEOW!"
Heero whirled around his chair, almost toppling over. Not surprisingly, his gun was grasped tightly in his hand, turning his thin knuckles white. His aim was steady, as was his eye, fixed harshly on the little cat. All it did was tilt its head to the side and look at him in a questioning way. Almost smiling.
Of course he saw it was a cat the second he whirled around. But you can't be too careful. He'd learned that the hard way. And wasn't about to make the same mistake twice.
"Mew?" the black entity asked him, tilting his head to the other side. It didn't understand it had a weapon of destruction pointed right at its face and silently leapt onto the floor and padded towards him. Heero moved his gun with the cat's movements, pausing when it did, speeding up when it did. The few meters between them seemed to take ages to cross. And the entire time, the cat was looking at him with those large comforting eyes, not caring how cold of a death glare it received back.
In the back of his mind, somewhere in a dusted corner that hadn't been visited in a while, the penetrating look the cat gave him reminded him of something from a long time ago.
In the brief fraction of a moment that feeling brushed past him, the cat had seated itself right in front of him, still gazing up at him. And that feline grin was still on its slender pointed face.
That grin…so innocent and sweet, yet wickedly evil at the same time. Heero lowered the gun slightly but whipped it up again when the cat took one step closer. It was ridiculous, really, to be so cautious of a cat. He gave it his best, patented death glare, which was still fully intact and colder than it had ever been.
The cat, it just kept grinning no matter how cruel Heero attempted to be. It seemed that the longer he glared at it, the more anger he added to his glare, the more the cat wanted to stay. It was…annoying. And familiar.
"What do you want." The standard statement question that you would only hear from him. He was talking to a cat, but he didn't care. Even a cat can be suspicious, not matter how cute they appear to be.
Suddenly, in a gigantic leap which only felines can add perfection to, it sprung onto his lap. When it landed on his lap, Heero dropped his gun and gripped the armrests of his chair, backing away from the window as if he expected the cat to follow with it. For a few seconds he remained completely frozen in place, just staring down at the friendly face that was giving him a reflected expression that completely contrasted.
/=/ It's a cat, Yuy. A stupid, useless, good for nothing cat. What are you so afraid of./=/ He tried to think this way, but instead other thoughts started to swim and play in his mind. Ones that he had no control over. The links and ties he saw in this cat. It was a horrible feeling to Heero. First the lack of control over what he was thinking, and then the actual material that his mind was turning over.
The things he was remembering.
Through a small black cat with a sly grin and purple tinged eyes.
*
For what remained of the time to waste before Quatre made his arrival, Heero found himself talking to the cat sitting so timidly on his lap. It was not the friendly blabber a young girl would issue towards a creature like that, rather a series of irritated questions, trying to mock the cat into disliking him.
"Get off my lap. Why do you like me? I'm not to be liked. I'm the perfect soldier. Soldiers are meant for battle, not sitting with some fleabag in a wheelchair." He snapped at it, but not with as much ferocity in his voice as he had intended. Gradually, he gave a miniscule proportion of his misery and defeat away to the cat, telling it through his insults of the shame he felt because of his state. Paralyzed. Ruined. What is a soldier without a worth to fight?
The cat just sat there, purring in a deep throaty tone. It was frustrating in a manner of speaking. But Heero did feel much better after having made his confessions of guilt and anger to the little cat. Even if they were just a ghost of what was really buried beneath layers of ignorance and determination to remain the Perfect Soldier he once was. He had never responded to personal emotions in his life, and he clearly refused to start now. It was as though he was ashamed, to be human.
Quatre would be arriving any minute now. He could feel it without having to glance at the clock. Trying to act as casual as possible, he wheeled over to the window and raised his hand to close it. But the cat jumped in his way, refusing to let him cut off the supply of fresh air.
"Hn. Stupid cat." Heero glared at the feline, who looked back at him questioningly. Something dawned on Heero as he watched the purple depths. He propped his chin up on his elbows and joined the cat, watching out the window for any sign of Quatre. Slowly he reached out with his pale hand and stroked the cat's head, perhaps not as tenderly as one would expect a person to pet a cat, but it didn't matter to either of them.
"Shinigami." Heero said firmly, placing the title on the cat with a curt nod.
Shinigami purred deeply and gave a nod of his own in agreement. And they both went back to waiting for Quatre to appear into their view from the window.
To Be Continued
Authors note: Heeheehee ^^ I figured he needed some time before meeting up with Quatre – We all know he isn't as strong as he seems to be when it comes to situations with no references to war. Someone who can't talk back in return, and just listens patiently. Like a cat ^_^ Especially one named Shinigami. R&R ^.^ Hope you like it so far.