Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or the characters.
Prologue
What's Lost? What's Gained?
He sat at the bar, his elbows on the flat surface, an empty shot glass in his hand.
"Pour" the quiet man said to the bartender.
"I think you've had enough."
"One more, to kill the pain." He lacked any variety in his voice as he spoke, his voice low and painful. He had the wild look of a loner, and the order of a soldier. The bartender poured the liquor into the shot glass. He downed it quickly and drop two twenties on the bar and walked out.
"I hope he doesn't kill himself," The bartender said to himself quietly as he prepared to close the bar.
Heero looked to the motorcycle that awaited him, for some reason a memory came to mind.
Flash back, 1 year, 8 months, 4 days before.
He stood in front of the huge house as the fires consumed it like a hungry beast. He stood there stunned, but you would never know it if you looked at him. His face was emotionless. The paramedics and fire crew rushed all around him, trying there best to do what they could.
"Heero! They haven't found her yet, but there's still hope, I'm sure she made it out all right, there's no way she'd." Heero took a step toward the house as Duo spoke. Duo looked at his long time comrade as he walked toward the house. A single tear rolled down his cheek. Duo had never seen Heero shed a tear for anything, he knew he cared for her, maybe even loved her. Heero then fell to his knees on the grass his head down as he closed his eyes and the tears ran down his face.
Present Day.
He pushed the key in the slot as he climbed onto the bike. They never found her body he remembered, if she was alive, he would find her.
He sat at the bar, his elbows on the flat surface, an empty shot glass in his hand.
"Pour" the quiet man said to the bartender.
"I think you've had enough."
"One more, to kill the pain." He lacked any variety in his voice as he spoke, his voice low and painful. He had the wild look of a loner, and the order of a soldier. The bartender poured the liquor into the shot glass. He downed it quickly and drop two twenties on the bar and walked out.
"I hope he doesn't kill himself," The bartender said to himself quietly as he prepared to close the bar.
Heero looked to the motorcycle that awaited him, for some reason a memory came to mind.
Flash back, 1 year, 8 months, 4 days before.
He stood in front of the huge house as the fires consumed it like a hungry beast. He stood there stunned, but you would never know it if you looked at him. His face was emotionless. The paramedics and fire crew rushed all around him, trying there best to do what they could.
"Heero! They haven't found her yet, but there's still hope, I'm sure she made it out all right, there's no way she'd." Heero took a step toward the house as Duo spoke. Duo looked at his long time comrade as he walked toward the house. A single tear rolled down his cheek. Duo had never seen Heero shed a tear for anything, he knew he cared for her, maybe even loved her. Heero then fell to his knees on the grass his head down as he closed his eyes and the tears ran down his face.
Present Day.
He pushed the key in the slot as he climbed onto the bike. They never found her body he remembered, if she was alive, he would find her.