by japanfan
A week later, Relena lay in bed, alone and depressed. People around her had noticed, and word got around that one of the gundam pilots committed suicide and died, which was not entirely false. For Heero, if you were alive, you had a purpose. If you didn't, you were already dead. For Relena, you were lucky to be alive...if you would not be touched by reality. Life should be a fantasy, one might say. Now that peace was restored, and the space wars had gone, there were now only government problems to deal with. Relena sighed. there was a possibility that Dekim Barton was the only person wanting to disrupt the peace and take the Earth as he planned, but there was quite another-that plan could only have a few eggs in its nest. Some civilians were suspicious that someone who had joined Mariemaia's forces might still harbor hatred for the peace. Many suspected yet another Barton, others suspected others still. And there was still the terraforming project. It had barely begun to take shape.
"Heero..." she thought hopelessly. That scene replayed over again in her mind. He had told her he had loved her-then why die? She almost ran out of tears for him. Almost. First, she cried tears of pain, of love. Then she shed tears of anger. Now, she was only sad...or depressed, if one might say so. A solitary tear ran slightly off her cheek, made pale by the moon light.
Shouken watched the screen showing Heero sitting in a chair in the middle of plain white room, staring aimlessly. For days Heero had been in that room, and for days Shouken and the doctor were watching him, after making sure Heero was physically stable and did not interact with him unless it was to give him food.
Some of the observations they had made was that Heero was always alert. In his sleep, when the slightest sound was made his hand would intinctively go to a pocket, whee perhaps a gun or knige could be hidden, typical of a captive super-spy or -assassin. Heero's eye were focused, memorizing the entire room and embedding it into his memory. He also tried to unlock the door. It required several codes to satisfy such an electronic device. Originally, this guest room was for, well, guests, and this one was especially for those who had a preference of primitive technology rather than our conventional key-and-lock door. His hand would be raised to the keypad and automatically type in a code of some sort. When Heero realized he had done the first code, he was surprised. But as he tried to remember what he just typed, the hand would lose its temporary memory of the rest of the program that passed for any code. So, with nothing left to do, Heero could only wait for whatever could happen next.
The doctor leaned back in his seat and glanced at Shouken. "What do you intend on doing to the boy?" he inquired.
Shouken took his eyes off the screen and looked at the doctor in the eye. "Well, I could do two things..."
On the names continued, and if the readers heard the entire list, this fan fiction would not be updated for two years and/or the author will go braindead, and...I should hope my faithful readers get the point.
"What?"the doctor inquired. "What are your options?"
"Well..." Shouken thought, then replied, "first of all, I could just take advantage of Heero's abilities. I could re-train him into the assassin he nearly was, and send him to destroy the target."
The doctor thought about it for a second, then made a hand gesture, motioning Shouken to go on. "Continue."
"The second is to bring our target here to die."
The doctor had to protest. "But you can't force someone of such importance here! She could bring guards and surround the place! What if-"
Shouken held up a hand to stop him. "That's where our pawn comes in. We could use him as a hostage. And if you kept tabs on her like I did, she WILL come. True, she may bring guards. But who's still our hostage? Heero can take care of all of them."
"And if he dies?"
"Then he'll die for our cause, and we can get away while he's distracting them. And if we can't you'll know there'll be more Bartons who will avenge Dekim. They'll overturn this peace, only with motives different from mine."
Who is "she"? Why are the Preventers only sitting there, listing names? Which plan is Shouken going with? How many readers will review and answer those questions? Well, okay, that's the only part I can't control...will the author be able to continue this fanfic at all, or will the author just delete this fanfic? (What? I AM tired!)