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 or Heeros cat Shinigami were to suddenly appear somewhere in this fic, that is mine ^^
Fitful sleep plagued his night, even through the crack of dawn. Up to the time Shinigami started clawing at his arm to wake him up, nothing in the real world affected him much. The dreams were back again. Not very changed, but focusing more on Duo than the actual mission. He didn't feel himself being torn to pieces by shards of broken metal, or crushed under the immense weight of a Gundam. Instead the storm raged outside the hospital window, and the small note on the bedside table shone out with brilliant clarity every time lightning found its way to the ground. Outlined with every flash was Duo, standing by the window, with his braid flailing behind him as if there was wind in the room when it was as still as death. When he left, the storm grew fiercer, mocking the limp form of Heero bound to the bed by paralysis.
He cursed himself for saying nothing. It would have done him good to at least take farewell, and leave it behind him as a fragment of history. Guilt worked its way up to despair and anger, and his feelings took so many diverged forms and shapes that it was surprising he didn't go into a coma. Just as the hospital window enlarged to project the transparent vision of a blank violet-tinged eye, a sharp pain extending from his hand jolted Heero back to his bedroom.
The same four walls surrounded him with a clear view of every corner in the dim morning light. Sunrises are supposed to be magnificent. Rays of light are meant to bounce off every surface and add a golden texture to any object. But to Heero, they'd always been a painful reminder that he was still alive to the extent of being an android suited only for the purpose of warfare. An android to be shut down and forgotten. /=/In that case, someone has forgotten to shut the power down./=/ Heero thought to himself as the gray interior of the chamber faded to an eerie white.
Shinigami surveyed him from the floor for a few seconds, making sure his master was ok enough to get out of bed. He then bounded to wake Quatre, who would for one be easier to wake up, and secondly would probably get up straight away to fish some cat food out of the fridge.
Heero could hear the 'royal' greeting the feline received from Quatre. Sure enough, there was a scramble of tin cans and plates in the kitchen, signifying the feeding of Shinigami. A very important ceremony so far in the Yuy household that had come to be routine already.
Except for today. Not only did he feel depressed and more in the mood for wallowing in self-pity, but Heero was growing thinner and weaker for every day that went by. He wondered if Quatre would notice, and if so what kind of lecture he'd get.
So Heero remained in bed for the large part of the day, staring at the ceiling. He was in a bad mood, or at least, what normal people would call a bad mood. It was just his normal day-to-day attitude a slight bit more uncovered. He'd kept his face for four years, so he felt he deserved to act bitchy for once in his life.
Alright, so he was depressed to put it simply. And he knew very well what cure to use. After a few hours, he'd even begun losing patience and pride in himself, moments normally passed as impossible.
/=/Perfect Soldier my ass./=/ he turned over an lay on his side, fixing the presently switched-on laptop in a cold death glare, trying to mentally force it to die in an explosion of circuits or something.
"Heero?"
He snapped out of his trance and glanced over his shoulder in a meek effort to look at Quatre. Instead of greeting him with a 'good morning', or by now it would be afternoon', he simply spat out a cold "What?"
"You didn't come down for breakfast…or lunch, for that matter. I figured you might be hungry. D'you want to go outside and get something to eat?"
Admittedly, he was starving and had failed to notice it. Outside was somewhere he hadn't visited for a while, so why not?
"Hn."
"Come on, you need to get a bit of fresh air. Frankly, you've looked more and more sick ever since I got here." He could hear the concern adorn Quatre's voice as the young man pondered if he'd subconsciously messed up Heero's weekly planner and set him off track.
Heero might be organized and efficient to a point where it starts to become sad. But he's not THAT sad.
"Please? As a favor?" That word sent icy sparks up his spine. He hated owing favors, pinned down by the need to pay back. Usually, it was nothing. He couldn't care less. You borrow something from OZ, who gives a fuck if you return it or not. Slaughter a few mobile suits; take a few peoples lives, its really no big deal. You didn't know them to begin with.
But to Quatre? Different story. The whole lot of them, it wasn't the same. So he lurched himself into a sitting position, distinctly angered over how weak his arms felt under him, as if they would buckle.
"Fine." He snapped, and Quatre smiled happily, trotting down the stairs to give attention to Shinigami before they left.
*
Half an hour later, Heero was dressed and in his wheelchair, making his way to the front door as well as trying not to run over Shinigami, who was circling the chair like a scavenger. Now and then, he'd leap up and bat at Heero's shirt playfully, shrinking back when he was ignored.
"Chinese food, I figured." Quatre said as he unlocked the many barriers of the door, frowning at the time it took to get them all unlatched. It took him a couple of minutes of remembering codes and fishing up keys to get the door to open. Heero, indifferent, wheeled himself out the door to the elevator. Quatre stopped dead at the elevator door, watching it slowly start sliding shut. Heero put out his arm and managed to keep the door open with a slight bit of effort – seeing as how weak he'd become.
"Um…I…I don't like elevators." Quatre simply would not move an inch further. He'd much rather take the long stairs than set foot in that tiny enclosed metal box. But at the same time, he was scared shitless of making Heero feel inferior, with his inability.
Heero simply remained where he was, giving Quatre a long cold look before letting go of the door that he still held open, and let it slide closed.
Quatre had never felt so crappy in his life, as he walked swiftly on his functioning legs down the long stairs. For every step he took, the thought of how boring and tiring it was to climb stairs. He wondered what Heero would give to be in his place.
*
"Right, 's up to you to read it. I can't." Quatre frowned up at the large plastic boards with black Chinese letters etched into them. Heero looked up and said in a cold voice.
"I'm Japanese."
"I know that, but I figured you might know Chinese." Quatre shrugged, watching Heero through the corner of his eye to watch for any change in his facial appearance. Nothing. Heero was as blank as a slab of granite.
"No, no , no, fool!" A clear, yet deep voice hissed at the poor clerk at the counter. "This goddamn place doesn't do my cultural food justice." It snorted, and the owner spun around on his leather jodhpur-resembling footwear and crossed his arms over his chest while the clerk rushed back into the warmly lit Chinese take-out house to perfect the orders.
Quatre stared with wide eyes, and tapped Heero's shoulder.
"Hn?"
"Look." Quatre kept his eyes locked on the man at the other counter. Heero did much the same, though slightly less obvious. Above the mans jodhpurs was a pair of faded jeans, slightly overlapped by a comfortably fitting black overcoat. His well-tended posture gave him a lean and elegant look. The silky thin black hair was tightly bound at the back of his head. His hair had grown a lot, and now reached in a dark sliver down to his elbows. Other than that? Wufei hadn't changed.
To Be Continued
A/N: Nooooo more writes block for meeee ^^ All gone. Thank you to all the faithful reviewers ^_^ I'm glad you's likes it. I'm having too much fun writing this..muaha. It's torture having to wait aaaaages for Duo to show up, huh? Their encounter is going to come about a bit strangely…*@_@ gets evil look in eyes and skips off*
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 or Heeros cat Shinigami were to suddenly appear somewhere in this fic, that is mine ^^
Fitful sleep plagued his night, even through the crack of dawn. Up to the time Shinigami started clawing at his arm to wake him up, nothing in the real world affected him much. The dreams were back again. Not very changed, but focusing more on Duo than the actual mission. He didn't feel himself being torn to pieces by shards of broken metal, or crushed under the immense weight of a Gundam. Instead the storm raged outside the hospital window, and the small note on the bedside table shone out with brilliant clarity every time lightning found its way to the ground. Outlined with every flash was Duo, standing by the window, with his braid flailing behind him as if there was wind in the room when it was as still as death. When he left, the storm grew fiercer, mocking the limp form of Heero bound to the bed by paralysis.
He cursed himself for saying nothing. It would have done him good to at least take farewell, and leave it behind him as a fragment of history. Guilt worked its way up to despair and anger, and his feelings took so many diverged forms and shapes that it was surprising he didn't go into a coma. Just as the hospital window enlarged to project the transparent vision of a blank violet-tinged eye, a sharp pain extending from his hand jolted Heero back to his bedroom.
The same four walls surrounded him with a clear view of every corner in the dim morning light. Sunrises are supposed to be magnificent. Rays of light are meant to bounce off every surface and add a golden texture to any object. But to Heero, they'd always been a painful reminder that he was still alive to the extent of being an android suited only for the purpose of warfare. An android to be shut down and forgotten. /=/In that case, someone has forgotten to shut the power down./=/ Heero thought to himself as the gray interior of the chamber faded to an eerie white.
Shinigami surveyed him from the floor for a few seconds, making sure his master was ok enough to get out of bed. He then bounded to wake Quatre, who would for one be easier to wake up, and secondly would probably get up straight away to fish some cat food out of the fridge.
Heero could hear the 'royal' greeting the feline received from Quatre. Sure enough, there was a scramble of tin cans and plates in the kitchen, signifying the feeding of Shinigami. A very important ceremony so far in the Yuy household that had come to be routine already.
Except for today. Not only did he feel depressed and more in the mood for wallowing in self-pity, but Heero was growing thinner and weaker for every day that went by. He wondered if Quatre would notice, and if so what kind of lecture he'd get.
So Heero remained in bed for the large part of the day, staring at the ceiling. He was in a bad mood, or at least, what normal people would call a bad mood. It was just his normal day-to-day attitude a slight bit more uncovered. He'd kept his face for four years, so he felt he deserved to act bitchy for once in his life.
Alright, so he was depressed to put it simply. And he knew very well what cure to use. After a few hours, he'd even begun losing patience and pride in himself, moments normally passed as impossible.
/=/Perfect Soldier my ass./=/ he turned over an lay on his side, fixing the presently switched-on laptop in a cold death glare, trying to mentally force it to die in an explosion of circuits or something.
"Heero?"
He snapped out of his trance and glanced over his shoulder in a meek effort to look at Quatre. Instead of greeting him with a 'good morning', or by now it would be afternoon', he simply spat out a cold "What?"
"You didn't come down for breakfast…or lunch, for that matter. I figured you might be hungry. D'you want to go outside and get something to eat?"
Admittedly, he was starving and had failed to notice it. Outside was somewhere he hadn't visited for a while, so why not?
"Hn."
"Come on, you need to get a bit of fresh air. Frankly, you've looked more and more sick ever since I got here." He could hear the concern adorn Quatre's voice as the young man pondered if he'd subconsciously messed up Heero's weekly planner and set him off track.
Heero might be organized and efficient to a point where it starts to become sad. But he's not THAT sad.
"Please? As a favor?" That word sent icy sparks up his spine. He hated owing favors, pinned down by the need to pay back. Usually, it was nothing. He couldn't care less. You borrow something from OZ, who gives a fuck if you return it or not. Slaughter a few mobile suits; take a few peoples lives, its really no big deal. You didn't know them to begin with.
But to Quatre? Different story. The whole lot of them, it wasn't the same. So he lurched himself into a sitting position, distinctly angered over how weak his arms felt under him, as if they would buckle.
"Fine." He snapped, and Quatre smiled happily, trotting down the stairs to give attention to Shinigami before they left.
*
Half an hour later, Heero was dressed and in his wheelchair, making his way to the front door as well as trying not to run over Shinigami, who was circling the chair like a scavenger. Now and then, he'd leap up and bat at Heero's shirt playfully, shrinking back when he was ignored.
"Chinese food, I figured." Quatre said as he unlocked the many barriers of the door, frowning at the time it took to get them all unlatched. It took him a couple of minutes of remembering codes and fishing up keys to get the door to open. Heero, indifferent, wheeled himself out the door to the elevator. Quatre stopped dead at the elevator door, watching it slowly start sliding shut. Heero put out his arm and managed to keep the door open with a slight bit of effort – seeing as how weak he'd become.
"Um…I…I don't like elevators." Quatre simply would not move an inch further. He'd much rather take the long stairs than set foot in that tiny enclosed metal box. But at the same time, he was scared shitless of making Heero feel inferior, with his inability.
Heero simply remained where he was, giving Quatre a long cold look before letting go of the door that he still held open, and let it slide closed.
Quatre had never felt so crappy in his life, as he walked swiftly on his functioning legs down the long stairs. For every step he took, the thought of how boring and tiring it was to climb stairs. He wondered what Heero would give to be in his place.
*
"Right, 's up to you to read it. I can't." Quatre frowned up at the large plastic boards with black Chinese letters etched into them. Heero looked up and said in a cold voice.
"I'm Japanese."
"I know that, but I figured you might know Chinese." Quatre shrugged, watching Heero through the corner of his eye to watch for any change in his facial appearance. Nothing. Heero was as blank as a slab of granite.
"No, no , no, fool!" A clear, yet deep voice hissed at the poor clerk at the counter. "This goddamn place doesn't do my cultural food justice." It snorted, and the owner spun around on his leather jodhpur-resembling footwear and crossed his arms over his chest while the clerk rushed back into the warmly lit Chinese take-out house to perfect the orders.
Quatre stared with wide eyes, and tapped Heero's shoulder.
"Hn?"
"Look." Quatre kept his eyes locked on the man at the other counter. Heero did much the same, though slightly less obvious. Above the mans jodhpurs was a pair of faded jeans, slightly overlapped by a comfortably fitting black overcoat. His well-tended posture gave him a lean and elegant look. The silky thin black hair was tightly bound at the back of his head. His hair had grown a lot, and now reached in a dark sliver down to his elbows. Other than that? Wufei hadn't changed.
To Be Continued
A/N: Nooooo more writes block for meeee ^^ All gone. Thank you to all the faithful reviewers ^_^ I'm glad you's likes it. I'm having too much fun writing this..muaha. It's torture having to wait aaaaages for Duo to show up, huh? Their encounter is going to come about a bit strangely…*@_@ gets evil look in eyes and skips off*