§ August 1, 195 AC §
§ The others have returned, Trowa is still exhausted most of the time and just rests. At least we aren't struggling with him to take it easy, unlike normally. Something that's working in our favor. He'd returned about a day and a half ago, the rest of us trying to help the circus in rebuilding and fixing what had been destroyed or overturned by OZ. I myself seem to grow weary again, though why, I can't really tell. I've remembered to write, but just never seemed to find the energy to. I'll have to try and decipher why that is later.
The manager and the young girl named Zita have come by quite a few times, the manager says just to speak with Trowa and to check on his health and well-being, Zita, for an apology. I believe that they're finally starting to see "the other side of the story", so to speak. I'm actually gladdened someone has.
Duo told me what had happened to my gundam as well, and their reasoning. They'd depleted the extra armor and extracted the battle and combative programs that were originally downloaded into the suit. It's now nothing more than a simple toy. The armor had also been reshaped and painted, thus it is greatly different from the Wing Zero I knew. This should be interesting, and then to try and battle in? I'll have to reprogram all the combative hardware and reinforce the armor myself, later.
They claimed that if they were to take me back into battle at that time, I'd have to relearn to battle and such a task would take too long. That, and I didn't recall any of my memories from the past and battle, making it easier to forget the war and so many of the memories I wished never existed. Giving me a second chance at life. Things are back to the way they were now, so I guess it doesn't matter and the sooner I can help end this war, the better it will be for all of us. They can't do it themselves. I've seen them and it's enough of a strain on five pilots, let alone four.
Once more, I grow tired and weary and must put this away, the once again coming state of nausea not setting my mind at ease."
Releasing a heavy sigh, the youth only laid back upon the cot and placed his arm over his eyes, blocking out the light from the kitchenette area. Sometimes he hated not being in control of his body and his emotions like he was before and feeling sick to his stomach again was one of these times. Closing his eyes, Heero listened to the others quiet even more as he felt a blanket being drawn over his shoulders. Looking up, he found it to be Cathrine turning from his side and heading into the kitchen, turning the light off and opening the shades. It let in less light. Falling into the comfort of the blankets, the Japanese youth only closed his eyes and fell into his exhaustion.
§
¤ Shivering, Heero opened his eyes and panicked thoughts returned to him. No, this had to be another dream, it HAD to be! Again, he felt nothing but the thin sheet covering over his body, the cold, metal cuffs binding his wrists and ankles. Straining against them, he forced them to break, to release him. Yet they did nothing, as the door flung open, the same, roguish man as before standing before him, lustful eyes staring at his body hungrily.
Screaming and yelling, he realized that the cloth wasn't shoved down his throat, but his voice didn't work! Panicking further, Heero strained against his restraints as the man only shed his clothing and closed the door.
Feeling his great weight fall onto his body, Heero realized that he couldn't breathe or move. Then, something large and stiff began to enter his body, forcing itself in softly at first then with a greater brutality. His body was forced to arch and move at unnatural and painful angles, his frame being crushed savagely into the springs and mattress. The youth could feel the other's release coming on, his body surging with fire and agony...¤
Bolting upright, Heero felt himself shaking violently as sweat rolled down his face. Pulling his knees to his chest and laying his head on them, he only circled his arms around his legs and tried to calm his erratic breathing. All that pain, he felt it all over again. But it was just a dream--no, a nightmare. So why did he still feel it? The pain and the uneasiness, the other still inside his body while his hands groped Heero's. Feeling his body continue to tremble, he hugged his knees closer and hid his face and the pain in his eyes.
Duo was up and motioned for the others to go ahead and stay where they were. "Heero?" Softly placing his hand on his brother's shoulder, the American just jumped back and let out a surprised shout.
At that touch, Heero bolted and had scrambled from the cot, overturning it, and sat with terrified eyes with his back against the wall. Taking in gasping breaths and cringing further in the corner, he watched Duo's shocked face and the others truly startled. Drawing up his knees again and hiding his face in shame, the youth hugged his arms and felt a iciness sweep over him.
"Heero? It's okay buddy, whatever it was, no one's gonna hurt ya. Heero? Are you okay buddy?"
Looking up and slightly shaking his head, Heero not only felt sick from before but sick from the touch of the other man. The pain still lingered and he'd be groaning right now if his voice worked. Grimacing, he laid his head once more against his knees and tried to concentrate on the pain, focusing it into one area.
Quatre walked over and kneeled in front of Heero, holding out his hand and delicately placing it on Heero's shoulder. His tormented, Prussian eyes bolted up but eased when he realized who it was. "It's okay Heero, it was a nightmare and we're here now. We're not going to let it happen again..." Grabbing the blanket that had spilt to the floor, he placed it around the teen's shoulders and gently pulled it snuggly in front of him. Heero took the edges of the blanket and held them tightly, hiding his face within the shadows. "There's nothing to be ashamed of..."
Calming his breathing and erratic heartbeat, Heero nodded. He wasn't really sure if he could go back to sleep now. He was still tired, but if he had to see that once more, he'd go insane. He still felt the greedy hands and lustful eyes staring at him and grabbing him, yet Quatre's confident and gentle touch let him know that he was safe among his friends. Slowly standing, he looked at the cot once more and shook his head, he wasn't ready to sleep yet. He was surprised that he hadn't awakened Trowa who slept on the couch.
Taking Heero's shoulders in his hands, Quatre nodded. "You don't have to go back to sleep if you don't want to and you know that. Here, go ahead and sit down, dinner's almost ready anyway Cathrine says." Leading him to the recliner and watching him huddle in the chair, the young Arabian frowned slightly but said nothing.
Wufei crossed over from the door to the sitting area. "Don't fear Heero, we would never let a thing happen like that again if we can help it."
"Yeah man, come hell or high water." Duo added, smirking and giving a nod. "Don't worry lil' bro, we won't let it happen again, ever."
Nodding, he slowly closed his eyes and brought a mental picture of his Relena before his mind's eye. It was the first time they'd met, after he'd just arrived on Earth. And then the first time they'd danced, he'd been reluctant only because he didn't want to see her hurt. Sighing, he fell into his memories of her and into sleep once more, only this time, it wasn't a fearful sleep.
"You know, sometimes I wonder about him..." Laughing softly at seeing Heero's smile, he knew that he was asleep and that there was only one thing that could send that smile to his face. His princess.
Sighing, Quatre replaced the falling blanket around Heero, watching him sink further into it's depths. "We'll get through this war, and life, one step at a time, together."
§ The others have returned, Trowa is still exhausted most of the time and just rests. At least we aren't struggling with him to take it easy, unlike normally. Something that's working in our favor. He'd returned about a day and a half ago, the rest of us trying to help the circus in rebuilding and fixing what had been destroyed or overturned by OZ. I myself seem to grow weary again, though why, I can't really tell. I've remembered to write, but just never seemed to find the energy to. I'll have to try and decipher why that is later.
The manager and the young girl named Zita have come by quite a few times, the manager says just to speak with Trowa and to check on his health and well-being, Zita, for an apology. I believe that they're finally starting to see "the other side of the story", so to speak. I'm actually gladdened someone has.
Duo told me what had happened to my gundam as well, and their reasoning. They'd depleted the extra armor and extracted the battle and combative programs that were originally downloaded into the suit. It's now nothing more than a simple toy. The armor had also been reshaped and painted, thus it is greatly different from the Wing Zero I knew. This should be interesting, and then to try and battle in? I'll have to reprogram all the combative hardware and reinforce the armor myself, later.
They claimed that if they were to take me back into battle at that time, I'd have to relearn to battle and such a task would take too long. That, and I didn't recall any of my memories from the past and battle, making it easier to forget the war and so many of the memories I wished never existed. Giving me a second chance at life. Things are back to the way they were now, so I guess it doesn't matter and the sooner I can help end this war, the better it will be for all of us. They can't do it themselves. I've seen them and it's enough of a strain on five pilots, let alone four.
Once more, I grow tired and weary and must put this away, the once again coming state of nausea not setting my mind at ease."
Releasing a heavy sigh, the youth only laid back upon the cot and placed his arm over his eyes, blocking out the light from the kitchenette area. Sometimes he hated not being in control of his body and his emotions like he was before and feeling sick to his stomach again was one of these times. Closing his eyes, Heero listened to the others quiet even more as he felt a blanket being drawn over his shoulders. Looking up, he found it to be Cathrine turning from his side and heading into the kitchen, turning the light off and opening the shades. It let in less light. Falling into the comfort of the blankets, the Japanese youth only closed his eyes and fell into his exhaustion.
§
¤ Shivering, Heero opened his eyes and panicked thoughts returned to him. No, this had to be another dream, it HAD to be! Again, he felt nothing but the thin sheet covering over his body, the cold, metal cuffs binding his wrists and ankles. Straining against them, he forced them to break, to release him. Yet they did nothing, as the door flung open, the same, roguish man as before standing before him, lustful eyes staring at his body hungrily.
Screaming and yelling, he realized that the cloth wasn't shoved down his throat, but his voice didn't work! Panicking further, Heero strained against his restraints as the man only shed his clothing and closed the door.
Feeling his great weight fall onto his body, Heero realized that he couldn't breathe or move. Then, something large and stiff began to enter his body, forcing itself in softly at first then with a greater brutality. His body was forced to arch and move at unnatural and painful angles, his frame being crushed savagely into the springs and mattress. The youth could feel the other's release coming on, his body surging with fire and agony...¤
Bolting upright, Heero felt himself shaking violently as sweat rolled down his face. Pulling his knees to his chest and laying his head on them, he only circled his arms around his legs and tried to calm his erratic breathing. All that pain, he felt it all over again. But it was just a dream--no, a nightmare. So why did he still feel it? The pain and the uneasiness, the other still inside his body while his hands groped Heero's. Feeling his body continue to tremble, he hugged his knees closer and hid his face and the pain in his eyes.
Duo was up and motioned for the others to go ahead and stay where they were. "Heero?" Softly placing his hand on his brother's shoulder, the American just jumped back and let out a surprised shout.
At that touch, Heero bolted and had scrambled from the cot, overturning it, and sat with terrified eyes with his back against the wall. Taking in gasping breaths and cringing further in the corner, he watched Duo's shocked face and the others truly startled. Drawing up his knees again and hiding his face in shame, the youth hugged his arms and felt a iciness sweep over him.
"Heero? It's okay buddy, whatever it was, no one's gonna hurt ya. Heero? Are you okay buddy?"
Looking up and slightly shaking his head, Heero not only felt sick from before but sick from the touch of the other man. The pain still lingered and he'd be groaning right now if his voice worked. Grimacing, he laid his head once more against his knees and tried to concentrate on the pain, focusing it into one area.
Quatre walked over and kneeled in front of Heero, holding out his hand and delicately placing it on Heero's shoulder. His tormented, Prussian eyes bolted up but eased when he realized who it was. "It's okay Heero, it was a nightmare and we're here now. We're not going to let it happen again..." Grabbing the blanket that had spilt to the floor, he placed it around the teen's shoulders and gently pulled it snuggly in front of him. Heero took the edges of the blanket and held them tightly, hiding his face within the shadows. "There's nothing to be ashamed of..."
Calming his breathing and erratic heartbeat, Heero nodded. He wasn't really sure if he could go back to sleep now. He was still tired, but if he had to see that once more, he'd go insane. He still felt the greedy hands and lustful eyes staring at him and grabbing him, yet Quatre's confident and gentle touch let him know that he was safe among his friends. Slowly standing, he looked at the cot once more and shook his head, he wasn't ready to sleep yet. He was surprised that he hadn't awakened Trowa who slept on the couch.
Taking Heero's shoulders in his hands, Quatre nodded. "You don't have to go back to sleep if you don't want to and you know that. Here, go ahead and sit down, dinner's almost ready anyway Cathrine says." Leading him to the recliner and watching him huddle in the chair, the young Arabian frowned slightly but said nothing.
Wufei crossed over from the door to the sitting area. "Don't fear Heero, we would never let a thing happen like that again if we can help it."
"Yeah man, come hell or high water." Duo added, smirking and giving a nod. "Don't worry lil' bro, we won't let it happen again, ever."
Nodding, he slowly closed his eyes and brought a mental picture of his Relena before his mind's eye. It was the first time they'd met, after he'd just arrived on Earth. And then the first time they'd danced, he'd been reluctant only because he didn't want to see her hurt. Sighing, he fell into his memories of her and into sleep once more, only this time, it wasn't a fearful sleep.
"You know, sometimes I wonder about him..." Laughing softly at seeing Heero's smile, he knew that he was asleep and that there was only one thing that could send that smile to his face. His princess.
Sighing, Quatre replaced the falling blanket around Heero, watching him sink further into it's depths. "We'll get through this war, and life, one step at a time, together."