~*~
Mika desperately wondered where Heero kept his gun. The door opened and the sound of moving feet followed by the sound of the door slamming shut. Someone cursed. The person ran to desk and pushed all the items on the top down, Mika put her hand on her mouth to stop herself from screaming. Drawers flung open, their contents ripped out of them, the stranger cursed again.
Fling. Curse. Slam. Kick chair. Curse. Fling. Curse. Slam. Fling. Curse. Slam.
"I know it was in here!!! Damnit!!!" the stranger cursed.
Suddenly a small whimper came to his ears. He quietly bent down and looked at the bottom of the desk. Then to the empty space where the chair once was, only it was not empty. A little girl turned and screamed.
~*~
Captivity was starting to get the best of the perfect soldier; the stupid nurse kept treating him like he was mentally retarded. No privacy. Suicide sounded very good right now. He thanked god that Relena didn't know where he was though. Heero had been here for three straight days, and he was about to go mad. An ingenious planned formed in his bruised mind….
Heero acted like he was tired, the nurse always left when she knew he was asleep. Yawning, from the corner eye checking to see if she was getting up.
"Are you sleepy?"
"Yes," big yawn. "Very." All this yawning was making him tired….
She waited until he was 'asleep' then left. Heero waited five more minutes just in case.
He got up, and with some effort removed the cursed cast. Then limbed his way to the window; he was up on the fifth floor. That's not to far down. It would be dangerous to just walk around without a disguise. To jump or not to jump that is the question. Heero didn't want two broken legs so he figured he could nab some unsuspecting persons clothes.
Heero limbed his way down to the ground level, still not finding any outfit worth stealing. Wearing only dark blue sweatpants and a plain white t- shirt, he was quite a sight. A small group of soldiers were in the lobby, in the corner of his mind the outfit-looked familiar, and one of them went to the bathroom…
The soldier walked out of the hospital, from out of nowhere a barricade of reporters attacked him. Questions fired faster than Heero could shoot. The many flashes of cameras momentarily blinding him.
"Were you involved in the shooting?" one reporter asked.
"Shooting?" he replied blankly, shoving them away.
Heero slowly walked to the meeting building shocks of pain running through his body, memories of chaos plaguing him. He didn't even notice a black car following him. That is until it honked. He whirled around, the passengers window rolled down.
"Yuy!" Wufei called from the driver's side.
The boy got into the car and it speeded in the direction of the spaceport.
"I was beginning to wonder when you were gonna get out, or if I had to get you out, " he said with an amused smile.
"Your not alone with that thought."
"How is it?" he indicated his leg.
"Getting better, I suppose." Wufei and Heero weren't on each other's favorite list, that's for sure.
They drove in silence. Wufei noticed his companion kept rubbing his head then wincing, and repeated the process again. Curiosity was starting to overtake Heero; it was killing him he didn't have a clue where he was going.
"Where are we going?" he sounded like a child in the middle of a long road trip.
"Somewhere."
"Where?"
//God, he must get this from rooming with Maxwell for way to long. A little bit of the braided baka was rubbing off on him.//Wufei thought in amusement.
"A Place."
"Where is this place?"
"Near the other side. The spaceport to be exact."
"Why are we-"
Wufei couldn't take much more, maybe Heero hit his head a lil' to hard. "Yuy! You do not need to know where we are going is that understood?" in the perfect soldier's current state of mind it silenced him with impressive effectiveness.
The Chinese boy was surprised it actually worked, never in a million years would he have thought Heero would go down without a fight. And to be honest, he liked being in charge. But why was Heero acting like a, like a child?
When they finally arrived at the spaceport, Wufei had to promise him a cookie if he sat and watched the stuff while he looked for the other preventers. Twenty minutes later, the Chinese boy finally found Duo. When they returned, Heero was leaning on the baggage, snoring softly in deep sleep. Duo's expression softened immediately, much to Wufei's amusement. He knew the American had feelings for the sleeping solider, whether he felt the same way was up to the fates. The Chinese boy smirked as he noticed Heero's gun tucked securely in his arms.
"I thought he was dead," Duo whispered, eyes glued on the sleeping boy.
"He courts with Lady Death, and she likes it."
The braided boy turned to his companion, cobalt eyes sparkling with curiosity.
"How do you know that, Wufei?"
"I know that because, every time he tries to commit suicide or is on a dangerous mission, he is courting with Lady Death. And when he lives she likes it," Wufei replied matter of factly.
~*~
He smirked. The little girl had promptly fainted after her little episode. Good. He looked at the girl then at a picture of a boy he instantly recognized and a little girl on the bookcase behind him; they were one and the same.
"So, daddy's little princess is here. But where is daddy? Ha. He must be dead, if he's not he'll have a little surprise waiting for him when he comes back."
He laughed manically, waving a long slender finger at the unconscious form. He knew Heero Yuy was no fool, that he was overprotective, a superior solider and warrior, with the skills to back them up. But he had found Yuy's one weakness, she lying at his feet.
He raced his hand through his black hair, and wrote a note. When he was satisfied, he picked up the body making sure to lock the door and walked out the building to his black minivan. The plan was perfect, flawless. Yuy would never know what hit him; and he would finally taste sweet revenge.
Meanwhile back inside the office…
Lady Une raced franticly through the office, searching desperately for the little girl. There were so many places she could hide, but thankfully she wasn't the extremely playfully type. There was only one place left Heero's office, ever since he went on the mission, right after school Mika would go to his office, what she did in there was a mystery.
She tired to open the door, it was locked. Damn. The door was always open, Une had specifically told Heero to keep his door unlocked and he did… er at least she thought he did.
"Mika!! Are you in there???" Une pounded on the door.
There was no response.
"Hello!?!?!? Anyone there?????"
Still nothing.
Now Une was beginning to worry, Mika was in there when she went on the phone but it was obvious she wasn't anymore. On impulse the brunette ran to one of the large windows, just in time to see a black minivan roll out of the parking lot.
Mika desperately wondered where Heero kept his gun. The door opened and the sound of moving feet followed by the sound of the door slamming shut. Someone cursed. The person ran to desk and pushed all the items on the top down, Mika put her hand on her mouth to stop herself from screaming. Drawers flung open, their contents ripped out of them, the stranger cursed again.
Fling. Curse. Slam. Kick chair. Curse. Fling. Curse. Slam. Fling. Curse. Slam.
"I know it was in here!!! Damnit!!!" the stranger cursed.
Suddenly a small whimper came to his ears. He quietly bent down and looked at the bottom of the desk. Then to the empty space where the chair once was, only it was not empty. A little girl turned and screamed.
~*~
Captivity was starting to get the best of the perfect soldier; the stupid nurse kept treating him like he was mentally retarded. No privacy. Suicide sounded very good right now. He thanked god that Relena didn't know where he was though. Heero had been here for three straight days, and he was about to go mad. An ingenious planned formed in his bruised mind….
Heero acted like he was tired, the nurse always left when she knew he was asleep. Yawning, from the corner eye checking to see if she was getting up.
"Are you sleepy?"
"Yes," big yawn. "Very." All this yawning was making him tired….
She waited until he was 'asleep' then left. Heero waited five more minutes just in case.
He got up, and with some effort removed the cursed cast. Then limbed his way to the window; he was up on the fifth floor. That's not to far down. It would be dangerous to just walk around without a disguise. To jump or not to jump that is the question. Heero didn't want two broken legs so he figured he could nab some unsuspecting persons clothes.
Heero limbed his way down to the ground level, still not finding any outfit worth stealing. Wearing only dark blue sweatpants and a plain white t- shirt, he was quite a sight. A small group of soldiers were in the lobby, in the corner of his mind the outfit-looked familiar, and one of them went to the bathroom…
The soldier walked out of the hospital, from out of nowhere a barricade of reporters attacked him. Questions fired faster than Heero could shoot. The many flashes of cameras momentarily blinding him.
"Were you involved in the shooting?" one reporter asked.
"Shooting?" he replied blankly, shoving them away.
Heero slowly walked to the meeting building shocks of pain running through his body, memories of chaos plaguing him. He didn't even notice a black car following him. That is until it honked. He whirled around, the passengers window rolled down.
"Yuy!" Wufei called from the driver's side.
The boy got into the car and it speeded in the direction of the spaceport.
"I was beginning to wonder when you were gonna get out, or if I had to get you out, " he said with an amused smile.
"Your not alone with that thought."
"How is it?" he indicated his leg.
"Getting better, I suppose." Wufei and Heero weren't on each other's favorite list, that's for sure.
They drove in silence. Wufei noticed his companion kept rubbing his head then wincing, and repeated the process again. Curiosity was starting to overtake Heero; it was killing him he didn't have a clue where he was going.
"Where are we going?" he sounded like a child in the middle of a long road trip.
"Somewhere."
"Where?"
//God, he must get this from rooming with Maxwell for way to long. A little bit of the braided baka was rubbing off on him.//Wufei thought in amusement.
"A Place."
"Where is this place?"
"Near the other side. The spaceport to be exact."
"Why are we-"
Wufei couldn't take much more, maybe Heero hit his head a lil' to hard. "Yuy! You do not need to know where we are going is that understood?" in the perfect soldier's current state of mind it silenced him with impressive effectiveness.
The Chinese boy was surprised it actually worked, never in a million years would he have thought Heero would go down without a fight. And to be honest, he liked being in charge. But why was Heero acting like a, like a child?
When they finally arrived at the spaceport, Wufei had to promise him a cookie if he sat and watched the stuff while he looked for the other preventers. Twenty minutes later, the Chinese boy finally found Duo. When they returned, Heero was leaning on the baggage, snoring softly in deep sleep. Duo's expression softened immediately, much to Wufei's amusement. He knew the American had feelings for the sleeping solider, whether he felt the same way was up to the fates. The Chinese boy smirked as he noticed Heero's gun tucked securely in his arms.
"I thought he was dead," Duo whispered, eyes glued on the sleeping boy.
"He courts with Lady Death, and she likes it."
The braided boy turned to his companion, cobalt eyes sparkling with curiosity.
"How do you know that, Wufei?"
"I know that because, every time he tries to commit suicide or is on a dangerous mission, he is courting with Lady Death. And when he lives she likes it," Wufei replied matter of factly.
~*~
He smirked. The little girl had promptly fainted after her little episode. Good. He looked at the girl then at a picture of a boy he instantly recognized and a little girl on the bookcase behind him; they were one and the same.
"So, daddy's little princess is here. But where is daddy? Ha. He must be dead, if he's not he'll have a little surprise waiting for him when he comes back."
He laughed manically, waving a long slender finger at the unconscious form. He knew Heero Yuy was no fool, that he was overprotective, a superior solider and warrior, with the skills to back them up. But he had found Yuy's one weakness, she lying at his feet.
He raced his hand through his black hair, and wrote a note. When he was satisfied, he picked up the body making sure to lock the door and walked out the building to his black minivan. The plan was perfect, flawless. Yuy would never know what hit him; and he would finally taste sweet revenge.
Meanwhile back inside the office…
Lady Une raced franticly through the office, searching desperately for the little girl. There were so many places she could hide, but thankfully she wasn't the extremely playfully type. There was only one place left Heero's office, ever since he went on the mission, right after school Mika would go to his office, what she did in there was a mystery.
She tired to open the door, it was locked. Damn. The door was always open, Une had specifically told Heero to keep his door unlocked and he did… er at least she thought he did.
"Mika!! Are you in there???" Une pounded on the door.
There was no response.
"Hello!?!?!? Anyone there?????"
Still nothing.
Now Une was beginning to worry, Mika was in there when she went on the phone but it was obvious she wasn't anymore. On impulse the brunette ran to one of the large windows, just in time to see a black minivan roll out of the parking lot.