Disclaimer: I /we do not own Gundam Wing
Author: Long time no see! Hehe- i gots a new author to help me. This is now joint fic between Rads and KK84wolfy
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Chapter 12
Heero moaned in fear at the figure before him, crawling back on his bed. "Stay away," he whispered, "Get away!"
"Heero! It's ok, he's a friend!" exclaimed Duo, alarmed at his reaction.
"He. . . he made me. . . do things. . . " Heero's face was twisted in a strange mixture of terror and hate, his usually handsome features marred by emotion.
"Heero," spoke the figure, "I only did what was necessary. The colonies had to be freed, and you and the other pilots were the only way to stop Operation Meteor from going ahead as it first planned. It was all for the greater good."
Dr. Jay's mechanical hand whirred as he spoke, belying his agitation at Heero's condition. The Dr. had come right away when the preventers had told him of what had happened. He had never seen Heero in a state like this, and would have thought that he'd be the last person it could happen to.
Heero clutched at his head, still moaning, as his fragmented memory showed him some of his past deeds, committed for the 'greater good'.
Seeing the Dr. had jogged his memory slightly. In his mind, he saw a great factory, blown up by his hand. But another explosion ripped out, something toppled, toppled into a building, then exploded.
He saw himself thrown backwards by the explosion, rising in horror at what he had wrought.
He saw himself searching the wreckage, searching for survivors, finding only the remains of a girl and her dog, a sweet young girl he had met earlier, a once-lively dog silenced forever.
He saw himself beat up guard after guard, all for the mission.
He saw himself point a gun at those he cared for, just because they were in the way of his mission.
He saw numerous explosions, all caused by him, countless dead, all for the mission.
Lastly, he saw himself kill innocent diplomats in a plane, all because of mistaken identity, all for the mission. He saw them one last time, just before the blade from his beam sabre sliced the plane in two. He saw himself say, "Mission: Accoplished" before flying off in his Gundam-
Gundam?
"What's. . . what's a. . . Gundam?" he asked, confused.
Duo's mouth fell open. Quatre gasped for words. Dr. Jay took a step back, speechless. Trowa raised an eyebrow.
"You- you can't remember your Gundam?!" Duo blurted out. Heero not remember Wing? They had been like a part of each other!
"Well, he can't remember much else," said Trowa rationally, "So there's no reason he should. He probably doesn't even remember much about OZ, or their mobile suits either.
"Mobile- mobile suit?". Heero's brow creased in concentration. "What's a mobile suit?"
Even Trowa's eyes widened at this. Everyone else was dumbstruck, apart from Quatre, who fainted. After a few seconds, Trowa had an idea.
"We'll show you."
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Heero was led to an enormous warehouse, about 7 miles from the mansion. "This used to be where I kept Sandrock," Quatre explained
"Why didn't you keep it inside the mansion grounds?" asked Relena in puzzlement. Quatre laughed. "What's so funny?"
"This is the mansion grounds! It's near the outskirts." The others looked at him incredulously.
"This is. . . near the outskirts of your grounds?" asked an amazed Duo, "Seven miles from the mansion?!"
"Yeah, I know," sighed Quatre, "It's not as big as it used to be, but Dad decided to sell some of the land a while back. It's- guys?" he asked, as everyone seemed to have disappeared. He looked downwards to see them picking themselves from the floor, after falling over in shock.
"Ahem, anyway," Quatre said, moving on quickly, "After the war, I didn't use it anymore, so I decided to start up a museum, full of old relics of the war. You know the old saying; Those who forget the past-"
"Are doomed to repeat it," finished Trowa. Quatre smiled.
"Exactly!"
"This is all very fascinating," said Relena, trying to be diplomatic, "But what does it have to do with Heero?" she asked, pointing at the youth who was standing as close to Duo as he could get, still not really trusting anyone else.
"Well, I figured since he couldn't remember what a mobile suit looked like, we'd jog his memory a bit." Relena gasped.
"You've got a mobile suit here? After the disarmament? How-" Quatre cut her off quickly.
"It's all right! All the workings have been disconnected. It's entirely non-functional, so not banned. It's about as harmless as a statue." Relena frowned, but didn't say anything else.
Quatre pointed up at an enormous tarpaulin hanging from the ceiling, covering a tall, human-shaped object.
Everyone looked at it, especially Heero, who seemed to be trying to see through the covering. Quatre smirked, then pressed a button on the wall. The tarpaulin dropped to the floor, revealing a Taurus suit, black and red paint gleaming under the harsh glare of a spotlight.
"My main display piece," smirked Quatre. "What do you think, Heero?"
Heero didn't reply. He walked slowly over to the suit, in awe at the splendor of it. His hands glided over the polished metal, taking in every detail of it. The beauty, the power, the majesty. And more memories washed over him, of his mobile suit, his battles, his mission. . .
"Heero? Do you remember something?" asked Relena, her voice giving away her excitement. What if he was finally okay? she thought, barely daring to hope.
"N-no," Heero replied after a second, dashing her hopes.
"Are you sure?" put in Trowa.
"Yes. I can feel something at the back of my head, but. . . Maybe I'm just too tired. Could I come back here again tomorrow?" he asked. Quatre grinned.
"Yes! Of course! If you think it might help that's great!"
"I think it will. Thank you all for helping me." Everyone smiled, then started to walk back to the car.
Heero lingered for a second, looking at the great machine again. He had remembered some things. How to deceive. How to act. And his mission; the destruction of OZ. And for that he would need a mobile suit. And here one was.
"I'll be seeing you soon," he whispered to the Taurus, then left the hangar.
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Rads: I didn't know what a tarpaulin was so Wolfy had to tell me sweatdrop Its a big canvas sheet. This chapters written alot better than the previous ones- mainly cause i didn't write it-
Please review!!! We want to know what you's all think.
Author: Long time no see! Hehe- i gots a new author to help me. This is now joint fic between Rads and KK84wolfy
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Chapter 12
Heero moaned in fear at the figure before him, crawling back on his bed. "Stay away," he whispered, "Get away!"
"Heero! It's ok, he's a friend!" exclaimed Duo, alarmed at his reaction.
"He. . . he made me. . . do things. . . " Heero's face was twisted in a strange mixture of terror and hate, his usually handsome features marred by emotion.
"Heero," spoke the figure, "I only did what was necessary. The colonies had to be freed, and you and the other pilots were the only way to stop Operation Meteor from going ahead as it first planned. It was all for the greater good."
Dr. Jay's mechanical hand whirred as he spoke, belying his agitation at Heero's condition. The Dr. had come right away when the preventers had told him of what had happened. He had never seen Heero in a state like this, and would have thought that he'd be the last person it could happen to.
Heero clutched at his head, still moaning, as his fragmented memory showed him some of his past deeds, committed for the 'greater good'.
Seeing the Dr. had jogged his memory slightly. In his mind, he saw a great factory, blown up by his hand. But another explosion ripped out, something toppled, toppled into a building, then exploded.
He saw himself thrown backwards by the explosion, rising in horror at what he had wrought.
He saw himself searching the wreckage, searching for survivors, finding only the remains of a girl and her dog, a sweet young girl he had met earlier, a once-lively dog silenced forever.
He saw himself beat up guard after guard, all for the mission.
He saw himself point a gun at those he cared for, just because they were in the way of his mission.
He saw numerous explosions, all caused by him, countless dead, all for the mission.
Lastly, he saw himself kill innocent diplomats in a plane, all because of mistaken identity, all for the mission. He saw them one last time, just before the blade from his beam sabre sliced the plane in two. He saw himself say, "Mission: Accoplished" before flying off in his Gundam-
Gundam?
"What's. . . what's a. . . Gundam?" he asked, confused.
Duo's mouth fell open. Quatre gasped for words. Dr. Jay took a step back, speechless. Trowa raised an eyebrow.
"You- you can't remember your Gundam?!" Duo blurted out. Heero not remember Wing? They had been like a part of each other!
"Well, he can't remember much else," said Trowa rationally, "So there's no reason he should. He probably doesn't even remember much about OZ, or their mobile suits either.
"Mobile- mobile suit?". Heero's brow creased in concentration. "What's a mobile suit?"
Even Trowa's eyes widened at this. Everyone else was dumbstruck, apart from Quatre, who fainted. After a few seconds, Trowa had an idea.
"We'll show you."
*****************************
Heero was led to an enormous warehouse, about 7 miles from the mansion. "This used to be where I kept Sandrock," Quatre explained
"Why didn't you keep it inside the mansion grounds?" asked Relena in puzzlement. Quatre laughed. "What's so funny?"
"This is the mansion grounds! It's near the outskirts." The others looked at him incredulously.
"This is. . . near the outskirts of your grounds?" asked an amazed Duo, "Seven miles from the mansion?!"
"Yeah, I know," sighed Quatre, "It's not as big as it used to be, but Dad decided to sell some of the land a while back. It's- guys?" he asked, as everyone seemed to have disappeared. He looked downwards to see them picking themselves from the floor, after falling over in shock.
"Ahem, anyway," Quatre said, moving on quickly, "After the war, I didn't use it anymore, so I decided to start up a museum, full of old relics of the war. You know the old saying; Those who forget the past-"
"Are doomed to repeat it," finished Trowa. Quatre smiled.
"Exactly!"
"This is all very fascinating," said Relena, trying to be diplomatic, "But what does it have to do with Heero?" she asked, pointing at the youth who was standing as close to Duo as he could get, still not really trusting anyone else.
"Well, I figured since he couldn't remember what a mobile suit looked like, we'd jog his memory a bit." Relena gasped.
"You've got a mobile suit here? After the disarmament? How-" Quatre cut her off quickly.
"It's all right! All the workings have been disconnected. It's entirely non-functional, so not banned. It's about as harmless as a statue." Relena frowned, but didn't say anything else.
Quatre pointed up at an enormous tarpaulin hanging from the ceiling, covering a tall, human-shaped object.
Everyone looked at it, especially Heero, who seemed to be trying to see through the covering. Quatre smirked, then pressed a button on the wall. The tarpaulin dropped to the floor, revealing a Taurus suit, black and red paint gleaming under the harsh glare of a spotlight.
"My main display piece," smirked Quatre. "What do you think, Heero?"
Heero didn't reply. He walked slowly over to the suit, in awe at the splendor of it. His hands glided over the polished metal, taking in every detail of it. The beauty, the power, the majesty. And more memories washed over him, of his mobile suit, his battles, his mission. . .
"Heero? Do you remember something?" asked Relena, her voice giving away her excitement. What if he was finally okay? she thought, barely daring to hope.
"N-no," Heero replied after a second, dashing her hopes.
"Are you sure?" put in Trowa.
"Yes. I can feel something at the back of my head, but. . . Maybe I'm just too tired. Could I come back here again tomorrow?" he asked. Quatre grinned.
"Yes! Of course! If you think it might help that's great!"
"I think it will. Thank you all for helping me." Everyone smiled, then started to walk back to the car.
Heero lingered for a second, looking at the great machine again. He had remembered some things. How to deceive. How to act. And his mission; the destruction of OZ. And for that he would need a mobile suit. And here one was.
"I'll be seeing you soon," he whispered to the Taurus, then left the hangar.
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Rads: I didn't know what a tarpaulin was so Wolfy had to tell me sweatdrop Its a big canvas sheet. This chapters written alot better than the previous ones- mainly cause i didn't write it-
Please review!!! We want to know what you's all think.