Chapter two, "Where's my grandpa?"
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Akemi Maxwell stared down at her book in anxiety. She wanted to go see Heero. He was all she could think about. She remembered yesterday when she got Grandpa J's help. Heero was then bandaged up and confined in his bed for two weeks. Akemi just couldn't wait that long.
She put down her book and looked across the room at her brother. He too, looked a little anxious. "What's the matter?" She stared at him.
He looked up in shock. "Nothin', that's what," he looked out the window behind him.
"I know," she said, "You're worried about Heero too aren't you?" She smiled.
Duo looked embarrassed and he puffed out his chest. "What? You're crazy, I- I'm just waiting for Mom that's all!" Duo stuck his nose in the air snobbishly.
She leaned back. "Well Mom's sleeping!"
Duo coughed. "Are you sure? I thought she was at the store."
Akemi giggled. ~
Heero lay in his bed. Pain would overcome is side if he moved. Could the wound really be that bad? Heero looked at a glass of orange juice and two pain relievers on his dresser. Grandpa J had been taking good care of him although he'd hate to admit it to himself.
Heero decided he had to get up. He couldn't let his body get lazy, he had to get outside and run around. He groaned as he lifted himself out of bed. He opened up his dressers and took out some clothes to wear, the usual; his sweater with a golden 01 on the back and some baggy jeans that he had finally grown fond of. He turned and looked at the pain-relievers on the dresser. He picked them up and threw them out the open window. He didn't want Grandpa J's help. He' a big boy, he can take care of himself.
Heero downed the orange juice and headed downstairs. He stopped and looked at Grandpa J on the couch. He hadn't noticed him. Should he sneak out or just walk out right before his eyes? Heero took the latter. He was a grown up after all right? He was 15 after all.
Heero put his hands in his sweater pockets and headed for the door.
"Nuh-uh, where do you think your going?" Grandpa J got up and hobbled in front of the door. "You're hurt, it's only been one day out of two weeks. You should know better than that!"
"I can take care of myself," Heero retorted. "I'm just going out, that's all,"
"No, I don't think so, buster! We can't risk you getting into another fight, they could kill you, Heero, that's no game you're playing!" Grandpa J was hoping to make his point.
"I know that!" Heero felt a little weird yelling at his grandpa. Why was he so mad?
"I care about you! You're my grandson and I wish just once you would try to be a sensible, social and caring boy! You could such a fool sometimes!" Grandpa J grabbed Heero's arms.
Heero jerked them free and growled. "I'm tired of you and her! Why are you trying to lead my life? What if I like to fight? What if I don't want friends? That's the way it has to be now! If you want it to be that way, why did you let Mom and Dad die?!" Heero pushed Grandpa J out of the way and walked out the door.
"Heero, wait!" his grandpa's call could be heard.
Heero ignored it. He wanted to be left alone right now. If Grandpa wanted Heero to be a "sensible, social, and caring boy", it could have been that way. 'Mom and Dad died because of him.it has to be his fault!' Heero steamed.
"Heero!" a familiar voice rang out.
Heero recognized it and kept walking. She must have seen him.
"Heero, what are you doing out of bed? You're hurt!" Akemi walked up beside him. She smiled and ran ahead of him. She held her arm out, palm flat, and waited until he got close enough. Finally he ran into her hand. "Stop right there, mister! You're turning back right now!" she said playfully.
Heero glared her in the eye. Immediately, she sensed something wrong. "Heero? What's the matter?" She put her arm down. "Is it the wound? Does it hurt?" She reached for his side. "Let me check it-Ow!" she flinched as he snatched her arm and squeezed it hard.
He glared in her eyes. "Go home," he wouldn't let go.
Akemi stood straight. She wasn't afraid of him. "You let go of me this instant."
He threw her arm and walked on.
She growled. "Heero Yuy, you have to get home this instant!" she got in front of him again. "Please go home, your grandpa must be worried sick about you-Ah!
Heero held both her shoulder and had slammed her against the fence. "I said go home!"
"And I said go home!" she yelled back, staring him in the eye.
He squeezed her shoulders till they felt like they were about to break. "You think this is a damn joke? I told you to get lost, bitch! If you don't understand that, you'll end up just like those gang members!"
She stared him in the eye, not letting him see her new fear. "Fine," she said. "Go about your business, I don't care," He finally let her go and glared her down. She began to walk away. "I did care about you Heero, I was on your grandpa's side,"
"Get lost!!" he shouted and she picked up her walk to a jog then a sprint home.
Heero watched her go and spit on the ground. No one could order him around like that. If he told them no then he meant it. He walked to the nearest café. There, he ordered some coffee and sat down.
'That bitch, how dare she even get into all of this? She's just a neighbor- she can't just order me around like that! She did sound serious though," Heero thought looking out the window. He thought of when they had just met. He had shot her in the eye with a popgun. She deserved that black eye. Right from the start she had come unwelcome. Who does she think she is?
Heero had sat there for half an hour, thinking about what more he should have said to her to make her stay away forever. Somehow he knew she would come back. Heero sipped his third refill of coffee. His side suddenly stung. He clutched it. Maybe he should have taken the pain-reliever that Grandpa had given him. Grandpa had always taken care of him.
Heero looked out the window as he let the memories wash over him. He remembered one time, when he was four, that he had fallen and cut his knee. He had cried but, luckily Grandpa J was there and he had put medicine on it along with a band aid. Then he had picked him up and rocked him until he stopped crying.
Heero felt ashamed. How could he have said all of those things to such a person.to the only loved family member he had left? Heero couldn't deny it now, he knew within all of his being, that he loved his grandpa. Just thinking about J made him comfortable.made him feel safe.
Heero snapped back to reality when he heard fire engines. He looked outside and saw black smoke fill the air. Heero freaked. The smoke was near to his house! Heero gave a sharp cry and dashed out the door.
He ran up street and weaved between cars and crowds of people walking on the street. He prayed. 'It can't be! Please don't let it be!' He was running out of breathe and his side hurt like hell. Blood was overtaking the bandage and soon all of it was crimson red.
Heero reached his house. "Oh god no!!" He screamed. He tried to weave between the police and firemen, when a policeman grabbed him.
"Stay back, son!" the policeman said. "Someone went in after the owner of the house!"
Heero watched in horror as the fire licked hungrily at the roof and the flames danced inside the house. The firemen were trying hard to drench the flames. Heero shook his head and held his breath. What had happened here?
Suddenly a figure flew out of the door.
Akemi!
Her face was smudged with black and she dropped on all fours and coughed. "I can't find him! I can't find him!"
A fireman went over to help her up.
"No!" she yelled. "Let me back in, I'll find him, I swear!! Please!!"
The fireman dragged her away. She stretched her arms towards the house, "Nooooooooo!!!" she shrieked and tried to fight off the fireman.
Heero looked into the house, searching frantically. "Where." he shook his head. "Where's my grandpa?!"
Gundam Wing TM belongs to Sunrise and TVAshi. All rights reserved.
Akemi Maxwell stared down at her book in anxiety. She wanted to go see Heero. He was all she could think about. She remembered yesterday when she got Grandpa J's help. Heero was then bandaged up and confined in his bed for two weeks. Akemi just couldn't wait that long.
She put down her book and looked across the room at her brother. He too, looked a little anxious. "What's the matter?" She stared at him.
He looked up in shock. "Nothin', that's what," he looked out the window behind him.
"I know," she said, "You're worried about Heero too aren't you?" She smiled.
Duo looked embarrassed and he puffed out his chest. "What? You're crazy, I- I'm just waiting for Mom that's all!" Duo stuck his nose in the air snobbishly.
She leaned back. "Well Mom's sleeping!"
Duo coughed. "Are you sure? I thought she was at the store."
Akemi giggled. ~
Heero lay in his bed. Pain would overcome is side if he moved. Could the wound really be that bad? Heero looked at a glass of orange juice and two pain relievers on his dresser. Grandpa J had been taking good care of him although he'd hate to admit it to himself.
Heero decided he had to get up. He couldn't let his body get lazy, he had to get outside and run around. He groaned as he lifted himself out of bed. He opened up his dressers and took out some clothes to wear, the usual; his sweater with a golden 01 on the back and some baggy jeans that he had finally grown fond of. He turned and looked at the pain-relievers on the dresser. He picked them up and threw them out the open window. He didn't want Grandpa J's help. He' a big boy, he can take care of himself.
Heero downed the orange juice and headed downstairs. He stopped and looked at Grandpa J on the couch. He hadn't noticed him. Should he sneak out or just walk out right before his eyes? Heero took the latter. He was a grown up after all right? He was 15 after all.
Heero put his hands in his sweater pockets and headed for the door.
"Nuh-uh, where do you think your going?" Grandpa J got up and hobbled in front of the door. "You're hurt, it's only been one day out of two weeks. You should know better than that!"
"I can take care of myself," Heero retorted. "I'm just going out, that's all,"
"No, I don't think so, buster! We can't risk you getting into another fight, they could kill you, Heero, that's no game you're playing!" Grandpa J was hoping to make his point.
"I know that!" Heero felt a little weird yelling at his grandpa. Why was he so mad?
"I care about you! You're my grandson and I wish just once you would try to be a sensible, social and caring boy! You could such a fool sometimes!" Grandpa J grabbed Heero's arms.
Heero jerked them free and growled. "I'm tired of you and her! Why are you trying to lead my life? What if I like to fight? What if I don't want friends? That's the way it has to be now! If you want it to be that way, why did you let Mom and Dad die?!" Heero pushed Grandpa J out of the way and walked out the door.
"Heero, wait!" his grandpa's call could be heard.
Heero ignored it. He wanted to be left alone right now. If Grandpa wanted Heero to be a "sensible, social, and caring boy", it could have been that way. 'Mom and Dad died because of him.it has to be his fault!' Heero steamed.
"Heero!" a familiar voice rang out.
Heero recognized it and kept walking. She must have seen him.
"Heero, what are you doing out of bed? You're hurt!" Akemi walked up beside him. She smiled and ran ahead of him. She held her arm out, palm flat, and waited until he got close enough. Finally he ran into her hand. "Stop right there, mister! You're turning back right now!" she said playfully.
Heero glared her in the eye. Immediately, she sensed something wrong. "Heero? What's the matter?" She put her arm down. "Is it the wound? Does it hurt?" She reached for his side. "Let me check it-Ow!" she flinched as he snatched her arm and squeezed it hard.
He glared in her eyes. "Go home," he wouldn't let go.
Akemi stood straight. She wasn't afraid of him. "You let go of me this instant."
He threw her arm and walked on.
She growled. "Heero Yuy, you have to get home this instant!" she got in front of him again. "Please go home, your grandpa must be worried sick about you-Ah!
Heero held both her shoulder and had slammed her against the fence. "I said go home!"
"And I said go home!" she yelled back, staring him in the eye.
He squeezed her shoulders till they felt like they were about to break. "You think this is a damn joke? I told you to get lost, bitch! If you don't understand that, you'll end up just like those gang members!"
She stared him in the eye, not letting him see her new fear. "Fine," she said. "Go about your business, I don't care," He finally let her go and glared her down. She began to walk away. "I did care about you Heero, I was on your grandpa's side,"
"Get lost!!" he shouted and she picked up her walk to a jog then a sprint home.
Heero watched her go and spit on the ground. No one could order him around like that. If he told them no then he meant it. He walked to the nearest café. There, he ordered some coffee and sat down.
'That bitch, how dare she even get into all of this? She's just a neighbor- she can't just order me around like that! She did sound serious though," Heero thought looking out the window. He thought of when they had just met. He had shot her in the eye with a popgun. She deserved that black eye. Right from the start she had come unwelcome. Who does she think she is?
Heero had sat there for half an hour, thinking about what more he should have said to her to make her stay away forever. Somehow he knew she would come back. Heero sipped his third refill of coffee. His side suddenly stung. He clutched it. Maybe he should have taken the pain-reliever that Grandpa had given him. Grandpa had always taken care of him.
Heero looked out the window as he let the memories wash over him. He remembered one time, when he was four, that he had fallen and cut his knee. He had cried but, luckily Grandpa J was there and he had put medicine on it along with a band aid. Then he had picked him up and rocked him until he stopped crying.
Heero felt ashamed. How could he have said all of those things to such a person.to the only loved family member he had left? Heero couldn't deny it now, he knew within all of his being, that he loved his grandpa. Just thinking about J made him comfortable.made him feel safe.
Heero snapped back to reality when he heard fire engines. He looked outside and saw black smoke fill the air. Heero freaked. The smoke was near to his house! Heero gave a sharp cry and dashed out the door.
He ran up street and weaved between cars and crowds of people walking on the street. He prayed. 'It can't be! Please don't let it be!' He was running out of breathe and his side hurt like hell. Blood was overtaking the bandage and soon all of it was crimson red.
Heero reached his house. "Oh god no!!" He screamed. He tried to weave between the police and firemen, when a policeman grabbed him.
"Stay back, son!" the policeman said. "Someone went in after the owner of the house!"
Heero watched in horror as the fire licked hungrily at the roof and the flames danced inside the house. The firemen were trying hard to drench the flames. Heero shook his head and held his breath. What had happened here?
Suddenly a figure flew out of the door.
Akemi!
Her face was smudged with black and she dropped on all fours and coughed. "I can't find him! I can't find him!"
A fireman went over to help her up.
"No!" she yelled. "Let me back in, I'll find him, I swear!! Please!!"
The fireman dragged her away. She stretched her arms towards the house, "Nooooooooo!!!" she shrieked and tried to fight off the fireman.
Heero looked into the house, searching frantically. "Where." he shook his head. "Where's my grandpa?!"