Still nothing's mine.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a Faerie, hand in hand.
For the worlds more full of weeping
Than you can understand.
Chapter 4
Sleep was not something that came easily to Heero now. It was filled with nightmares and pain. In the night, the darkness crept in, reminding him of all the people who had died because of him. he heard their screams, again and again he pain the price of his actions.
Then waking brought pain. His body had not been designed for durability. The purpose of his training was to get him strong, fast. To build a Perfect Soldier as quickly as possibly. He was supposed to die in the wars anyway so it didn't matter that things would fall apart in a few years.
So now, five years after the wars ended, Heero hurt.
His joints flamed, muscles and limbs refused to move as they once had. His once broken leg had never healed as strong as before. He had chipped bones, and never quite healed scars form various wounds he had never had the time to deal with. The mission was more important then his personal health. As long as he could still move, it was fine.
Now he was feeling the effects of what they had done.
He dragged himself out of his bed. Wrapping the blanket around his thin shoulders before limping towards the kitchen. While he waited for the coffee to brew, he turned on the oven. Leaving the door open slightly he allowed it's warmth to take away some of the chill that settled in his bones.
With little to no body fat, he was almost constantly cold now. Time drifted and by the time the coffee was ready, Heero had pulled a chair up in front of the oven.
This had become too much of a habit for his comfort. He was a soldier, this was what was wrong with him now. Too often now he gave in to these little comforts. But like usual he did not move from the warmth. He just pulled the blanket more securely around him, warmed his hands on the coffee mug and promised himself that next time, he wouldn't let Duo 'save' him.
He felt something reach towards him. He stood and spun, all in the same movement, reaching for his gun. Or at least that's what he intended.
When he stood, his right leg collapsed, the knee sending shooting pains up his leg. Again.
He ended up on one knee, clutching his gun, breathing hard against the pain. Silently he berated himself for forgetting he couldn't move as he did before. The instincts were still there, he still reacted, he was just unable to complete the actions. and now whoever was in the room with him, was aware of hiss weakness.
Stranger. His eyes scanned the room, trying to find the person that had interrupted his thought.
No one was there.
They couldn't have left could they? He would have heard something. Looking harder, there was a little flicker of something, moving silence.
Grabbing the back of his chair he levered himself to his feet, moving carefully backwards, finding his silencer by feel
"Why can't I see you?"
His voice was still as strong and hard as before. The mind was the same, but the body couldn't meet the demands.
She was surprised at him. This poor battered child was the First, their Savior. And he knew where she was. She should have expected it. Slowly she let herself fade into sight.
Heero stared at the ethereal form that appeared out of mid-air in front of him. His hand tightened on the trigger as the solidified in to a human form, clothed in white robes. At first glance he looked around thirty, but her eyes spoke of many years.
He backed around the table unsure how to act around this figure. He didn't think she wanted to kill him, he had developed a feel for when a person wanted him dead. But he could no longer react instantly to a threat as he used to. He needed to keep on top of things.
"How can you live with such pain?" There was a catch in the lady's voice. It was soft, comforting, wondering. It pitied him.
Suspicion filled his voice as he clutched his gun tighter. Taking what little comfort he could in its cold solidity. "What are you?" he hissed. Anger colouring his voice.
"You don't remember anything about your past." He twitched when she started speaking, flinching away from her voice. The soft sympathy and gentle understanding was something he wasn't able to respond to with anything other than rejection but she pressed on.
"All you know is that somehow you are better than any other person you've met. You've always suspected there was something different about you." That apparently did little to comfort him. His hands were steady on the gun and she watched it carefully. The Faeries newly gained power allowed her to protect herself against the metals in this world, but she knew it would not be enough it he decided to fire. She reached out slowly carefully. Her mind an extension of her physical self. She touched him, touched his mind, and awakened the memories long buried.
"I am a Lady of the Faerie. We are creatures of magic who live in a parallel world to his one, living off of humans actions, I guess could be said."
She could sense a recognition. He didn't know where he knew her from, but his infantile memories knew her. The gun lowered slightly.
"Why are you here?"
"Because I wanted to thank you."
"Why? What have I done?"
"There is a story, a legend in our world. If you'll let me, I'll tell it and it will explain better than I could" She waited for his nod of agreement then began as he settled himself carefully into a chair, the gun remained in easy reach;
"It was a time when the earth was dying…
***to be continued***
To the waters and the wild
With a Faerie, hand in hand.
For the worlds more full of weeping
Than you can understand.
Chapter 4
Sleep was not something that came easily to Heero now. It was filled with nightmares and pain. In the night, the darkness crept in, reminding him of all the people who had died because of him. he heard their screams, again and again he pain the price of his actions.
Then waking brought pain. His body had not been designed for durability. The purpose of his training was to get him strong, fast. To build a Perfect Soldier as quickly as possibly. He was supposed to die in the wars anyway so it didn't matter that things would fall apart in a few years.
So now, five years after the wars ended, Heero hurt.
His joints flamed, muscles and limbs refused to move as they once had. His once broken leg had never healed as strong as before. He had chipped bones, and never quite healed scars form various wounds he had never had the time to deal with. The mission was more important then his personal health. As long as he could still move, it was fine.
Now he was feeling the effects of what they had done.
He dragged himself out of his bed. Wrapping the blanket around his thin shoulders before limping towards the kitchen. While he waited for the coffee to brew, he turned on the oven. Leaving the door open slightly he allowed it's warmth to take away some of the chill that settled in his bones.
With little to no body fat, he was almost constantly cold now. Time drifted and by the time the coffee was ready, Heero had pulled a chair up in front of the oven.
This had become too much of a habit for his comfort. He was a soldier, this was what was wrong with him now. Too often now he gave in to these little comforts. But like usual he did not move from the warmth. He just pulled the blanket more securely around him, warmed his hands on the coffee mug and promised himself that next time, he wouldn't let Duo 'save' him.
He felt something reach towards him. He stood and spun, all in the same movement, reaching for his gun. Or at least that's what he intended.
When he stood, his right leg collapsed, the knee sending shooting pains up his leg. Again.
He ended up on one knee, clutching his gun, breathing hard against the pain. Silently he berated himself for forgetting he couldn't move as he did before. The instincts were still there, he still reacted, he was just unable to complete the actions. and now whoever was in the room with him, was aware of hiss weakness.
Stranger. His eyes scanned the room, trying to find the person that had interrupted his thought.
No one was there.
They couldn't have left could they? He would have heard something. Looking harder, there was a little flicker of something, moving silence.
Grabbing the back of his chair he levered himself to his feet, moving carefully backwards, finding his silencer by feel
"Why can't I see you?"
His voice was still as strong and hard as before. The mind was the same, but the body couldn't meet the demands.
She was surprised at him. This poor battered child was the First, their Savior. And he knew where she was. She should have expected it. Slowly she let herself fade into sight.
Heero stared at the ethereal form that appeared out of mid-air in front of him. His hand tightened on the trigger as the solidified in to a human form, clothed in white robes. At first glance he looked around thirty, but her eyes spoke of many years.
He backed around the table unsure how to act around this figure. He didn't think she wanted to kill him, he had developed a feel for when a person wanted him dead. But he could no longer react instantly to a threat as he used to. He needed to keep on top of things.
"How can you live with such pain?" There was a catch in the lady's voice. It was soft, comforting, wondering. It pitied him.
Suspicion filled his voice as he clutched his gun tighter. Taking what little comfort he could in its cold solidity. "What are you?" he hissed. Anger colouring his voice.
"You don't remember anything about your past." He twitched when she started speaking, flinching away from her voice. The soft sympathy and gentle understanding was something he wasn't able to respond to with anything other than rejection but she pressed on.
"All you know is that somehow you are better than any other person you've met. You've always suspected there was something different about you." That apparently did little to comfort him. His hands were steady on the gun and she watched it carefully. The Faeries newly gained power allowed her to protect herself against the metals in this world, but she knew it would not be enough it he decided to fire. She reached out slowly carefully. Her mind an extension of her physical self. She touched him, touched his mind, and awakened the memories long buried.
"I am a Lady of the Faerie. We are creatures of magic who live in a parallel world to his one, living off of humans actions, I guess could be said."
She could sense a recognition. He didn't know where he knew her from, but his infantile memories knew her. The gun lowered slightly.
"Why are you here?"
"Because I wanted to thank you."
"Why? What have I done?"
"There is a story, a legend in our world. If you'll let me, I'll tell it and it will explain better than I could" She waited for his nod of agreement then began as he settled himself carefully into a chair, the gun remained in easy reach;
"It was a time when the earth was dying…
***to be continued***