Author's Note: I don't own Gundam Wing, if you happened to miss all my
other disclaimers. There's some mild sexual content and strong language in
this part, but nothing too shocking. Oh yeah, if you haven't read at least
my fic entitled 'The Awakening,' you should read that first, Otherwise, you
won't get this one.
~ Skeletons in the Closet ~
Part 2
By Zero's Wings
The First Call
Heero cradled the phone in his shaking hands.
"Y…you did not…you didn't answer my question." Heero stammered. What's wrong? he thought nervously. His speech had always been impeccable. Then, it came to him in an instant. It was that voice. His view of perfection had been clouded only a handful of times before, and they were all in the presence of that voice.
"You're dead," Heero spat out clumsily, his mouth refusing to accept the words, refusing to accept the entire conversation.
"If I were dead, would I be speaking to you now?" The voice on the other end of the line tittered with excitement; a sort of sick glee. "Of course not. Your limited, rational ways of thinking have come to the conclusion that I, Dr. Octavian Culex Emulat, would be dead in a physical sense." An invisible hand crushed Heero's windpipe. He gasped for shallow breaths. To Heero, just hearing that name again felt like having his brain sodomized with an icicle. Impossible! his mind screamed. This is a nightmare. I just, he stifled a nervous laugh, I just can't wake up from it.
"Although your assumption was incorrect, it was not without rational evidence. I don't want to it explain it to you now."
"What the hell do you want from me?" Heero said, his vision shuddering with blurs of color. His mind was simply unable or unwilling to receive the idea that Emulat could be alive, after all these years.
"You could not possibly think you have outlived your usefulness in this life. This world still has use for you. Unfortunately for the plastic nation that you have pointlessly aligned yourself with," Emulat began in a condescending, virulent tone, "I also have a use for you."
"I won't be your pawn again. You have no control over me. There's no way you can make me into a whore to your twisted ideas."
"Crude language. Especially considering that your defiance and resistance are paltry emotional gestures. You have always belonged to me, and you always will." Heero could almost see Emulat's sneering grin. His hands were twitching uncontrollably. They needed triggers and syringes to wrap themselves around. "Goodbye for now, Heero."
Heero stood there, clutching the phone's earpiece as if it were his only son. The horrible voice was gone. After several moments, he finally, reluctantly, hung the phone up. His breathing had returned to normal. Was that part of Emulat's control? Can he still chain my body in those awful shackles of pain? Is he still inside me? It was a nightmare.
Heero slumped down in a chair and wished he hadn't just given up alcohol. That small bit of champagne from the night before was the last of the bottle, just as he had promised himself the bottle was the last of its kind to claim a place in his refrigerator. He could use alcohol's degrading effects upon the mind right now, however. He hated the perfection that he had been constantly struggling toward. He hated it because of the demon it reminded him of, and of the angel it threatened to betray.
Relena unlocked the door to Heero's apartment, precariously balancing a stuffed grocery bag in one hand, while searching her purse for her key with the other.
Her first reaction as she opened the door was that Heero's apartment had been robbed. She immediately dropped the bag of groceries to the floor in shock. There were clothes strewn all over the place, furniture was likewise thrown about with carelessness. It wasn't until Relena saw Heero crouching in the middle of the mess, spiky clumps of hair covering his eyes and darkening his face with knife-shaped shadows. Sweat rolled down his cheeks. He was panting like a wild dog.
It took several moments for Heero to even realize that Relena was in the room. Relena knew how unusual that was for him. She had never known him to be unaware of anyone within a mile radius. He finally lifted his head, the only greeting he could manage. Relena stepped back, a hundred fearful, confused, and concerned emotional states pouring through her like sand through a sieve.
Heero's eyes were not there usual state, not the endless, clear blue ocean- worlds into his soul. They were a dark, hazy swamp of confusion. There was a storm passing through his soul.
Relena took another step back, afraid of what Heero was close to becoming. She loved him; but she had no misconceptions about the dangerous murderer that was buried inside him. From his current appearance, she was convinced that the grave was more shallow now than it had been since the war.
"Touch me," he said pleadingly, but as the words left his mouth, they died. "I need to know that you're real." Relena was overcome with emotion. Completely forgetting doubt and fear, Relena practically flew into his arms, tears building up uncontrollably in her eyes.
"What happened?" she said. To Heero, her voice was the softest, most beautiful sound to ever grace his ears.
"You shouldn't have to worry. This is my problem. My fucked-up life." He looked so haunted to Relena. She had never seen him this disturbed by anyone or anything. He had always been so untouchable.
"Heero, tell me. I want to help."
"You can't. I can't even help myself now." He gave a small, pathetic laugh. It sounded more like a stuttering moan. "Even so, I'm glad you're here. I feel safe with you in my arms."
"I'm glad I'm here too, Heero. But I can't help you unless you tell me what's wrong."
"My past has caught up with me. Let's just leave it at that," Heero said, unable to think of anything but Emulat's horrible voice, a moldy ghost from his past, returned to haunt him when he was most complacent and comfortable.
"More than you know." Relena smiled thinking back over the day. "Trowa and Quatre took the red-eye into Cinq last night. They surprised me after the meeting with the Earth Sphere President. I told them we'd stop by their hotel tonight and maybe go out for some dinner."
"Cancel. I'm in no condition to see them."
"Don't you want to see your friends, Heero?
"No. Especially not them." Heero lowered his head again, resigned from the conversation. Relena sighed, frustrated. She knew that telling Heero to get over this was too harsh right now, but he was shutting her out, and only sinking deeper into this depression as a result.
"Heero, please, let me love you. Let me care for you. You need me right now, just as I have needed you so many times in the past."
"That is all that I want right now." Heero smiled for the first time since his conversation with Emulat. As he looked at Relena's soft face and the caring soul within, that cursed name was fading from his consciousness. She was smiling too, through the old tears.
"Let's go take off our clothes," Relena whispered in his ear. She took Heero by the hand and he followed her with a spreading grin.
End of part2
Author's Note: So, how do you like the fic so far? How is the second part compared to the first? Tell me everything.
~ Skeletons in the Closet ~
Part 2
By Zero's Wings
The First Call
Heero cradled the phone in his shaking hands.
"Y…you did not…you didn't answer my question." Heero stammered. What's wrong? he thought nervously. His speech had always been impeccable. Then, it came to him in an instant. It was that voice. His view of perfection had been clouded only a handful of times before, and they were all in the presence of that voice.
"You're dead," Heero spat out clumsily, his mouth refusing to accept the words, refusing to accept the entire conversation.
"If I were dead, would I be speaking to you now?" The voice on the other end of the line tittered with excitement; a sort of sick glee. "Of course not. Your limited, rational ways of thinking have come to the conclusion that I, Dr. Octavian Culex Emulat, would be dead in a physical sense." An invisible hand crushed Heero's windpipe. He gasped for shallow breaths. To Heero, just hearing that name again felt like having his brain sodomized with an icicle. Impossible! his mind screamed. This is a nightmare. I just, he stifled a nervous laugh, I just can't wake up from it.
"Although your assumption was incorrect, it was not without rational evidence. I don't want to it explain it to you now."
"What the hell do you want from me?" Heero said, his vision shuddering with blurs of color. His mind was simply unable or unwilling to receive the idea that Emulat could be alive, after all these years.
"You could not possibly think you have outlived your usefulness in this life. This world still has use for you. Unfortunately for the plastic nation that you have pointlessly aligned yourself with," Emulat began in a condescending, virulent tone, "I also have a use for you."
"I won't be your pawn again. You have no control over me. There's no way you can make me into a whore to your twisted ideas."
"Crude language. Especially considering that your defiance and resistance are paltry emotional gestures. You have always belonged to me, and you always will." Heero could almost see Emulat's sneering grin. His hands were twitching uncontrollably. They needed triggers and syringes to wrap themselves around. "Goodbye for now, Heero."
Heero stood there, clutching the phone's earpiece as if it were his only son. The horrible voice was gone. After several moments, he finally, reluctantly, hung the phone up. His breathing had returned to normal. Was that part of Emulat's control? Can he still chain my body in those awful shackles of pain? Is he still inside me? It was a nightmare.
Heero slumped down in a chair and wished he hadn't just given up alcohol. That small bit of champagne from the night before was the last of the bottle, just as he had promised himself the bottle was the last of its kind to claim a place in his refrigerator. He could use alcohol's degrading effects upon the mind right now, however. He hated the perfection that he had been constantly struggling toward. He hated it because of the demon it reminded him of, and of the angel it threatened to betray.
Relena unlocked the door to Heero's apartment, precariously balancing a stuffed grocery bag in one hand, while searching her purse for her key with the other.
Her first reaction as she opened the door was that Heero's apartment had been robbed. She immediately dropped the bag of groceries to the floor in shock. There were clothes strewn all over the place, furniture was likewise thrown about with carelessness. It wasn't until Relena saw Heero crouching in the middle of the mess, spiky clumps of hair covering his eyes and darkening his face with knife-shaped shadows. Sweat rolled down his cheeks. He was panting like a wild dog.
It took several moments for Heero to even realize that Relena was in the room. Relena knew how unusual that was for him. She had never known him to be unaware of anyone within a mile radius. He finally lifted his head, the only greeting he could manage. Relena stepped back, a hundred fearful, confused, and concerned emotional states pouring through her like sand through a sieve.
Heero's eyes were not there usual state, not the endless, clear blue ocean- worlds into his soul. They were a dark, hazy swamp of confusion. There was a storm passing through his soul.
Relena took another step back, afraid of what Heero was close to becoming. She loved him; but she had no misconceptions about the dangerous murderer that was buried inside him. From his current appearance, she was convinced that the grave was more shallow now than it had been since the war.
"Touch me," he said pleadingly, but as the words left his mouth, they died. "I need to know that you're real." Relena was overcome with emotion. Completely forgetting doubt and fear, Relena practically flew into his arms, tears building up uncontrollably in her eyes.
"What happened?" she said. To Heero, her voice was the softest, most beautiful sound to ever grace his ears.
"You shouldn't have to worry. This is my problem. My fucked-up life." He looked so haunted to Relena. She had never seen him this disturbed by anyone or anything. He had always been so untouchable.
"Heero, tell me. I want to help."
"You can't. I can't even help myself now." He gave a small, pathetic laugh. It sounded more like a stuttering moan. "Even so, I'm glad you're here. I feel safe with you in my arms."
"I'm glad I'm here too, Heero. But I can't help you unless you tell me what's wrong."
"My past has caught up with me. Let's just leave it at that," Heero said, unable to think of anything but Emulat's horrible voice, a moldy ghost from his past, returned to haunt him when he was most complacent and comfortable.
"More than you know." Relena smiled thinking back over the day. "Trowa and Quatre took the red-eye into Cinq last night. They surprised me after the meeting with the Earth Sphere President. I told them we'd stop by their hotel tonight and maybe go out for some dinner."
"Cancel. I'm in no condition to see them."
"Don't you want to see your friends, Heero?
"No. Especially not them." Heero lowered his head again, resigned from the conversation. Relena sighed, frustrated. She knew that telling Heero to get over this was too harsh right now, but he was shutting her out, and only sinking deeper into this depression as a result.
"Heero, please, let me love you. Let me care for you. You need me right now, just as I have needed you so many times in the past."
"That is all that I want right now." Heero smiled for the first time since his conversation with Emulat. As he looked at Relena's soft face and the caring soul within, that cursed name was fading from his consciousness. She was smiling too, through the old tears.
"Let's go take off our clothes," Relena whispered in his ear. She took Heero by the hand and he followed her with a spreading grin.
End of part2
Author's Note: So, how do you like the fic so far? How is the second part compared to the first? Tell me everything.