Chapter five,
"Let me go!"
Gundam Wing TM belongs to Sunrise and TVAshi. All rights reserved. Akemi Maxwell is my own personal character and belongs to me.
~
Heero felt a little better. He walked into a coffee shop and grabbed a white chocolate froth. He wiped the froth off his nose each time he took a sip. He looked out the window next to him. He remembered sitting in the same seat when he saw the black smoke. He remembered his grandpa's funky clothes and cheery smile.
Heero shook of the memories and took another sip of his froth. He shouldn't think about his grandpa anymore. It would only make things worse. He had to worry about who burned his house down. Duo was another problem too. He had that look in his eyes. Heero knew he couldn't be alone with him. What about tonight? Would Duo make a move?
~
While the boys were out, Akemi cleaned the house a little earlier than she normally would. She was vacuuming when she thought she heard the phone. She turned off the vacuum and listened. She ran into the living room and picked up the phone.
"Hello?"
There was a silence on the other end.
"Hello?" she asked again.
"Where is he?" a familiar voice demanded.
"W-wha-?" she stuttered.
"You know who we're talking about, where is he?!" the voice got louder.
Akemi, without hesitation, hung up the phone. "Heero!" she ran upstairs, her heart pounding. She saw Duo's door open and looked inside. Seeing no one there, she ran back downstairs and locked the doors and windows. Then she ran back up to her room.
She opened her closet and yanked a jacket off a large box. "I never expected I would have to use these again," she said to herself and pulled out her old street fighter clothes. She changed slowly, the memories and the pain flowing back to here mind. When she pulled on the last glove, she looked at herself in the mirror.
She wore a short loose top that was tied around here chest and behind her neck. She had small shorts and blue shoes with short socks. Her purple gloves had no fingers so, her naked fingers were revealed. She pulled her hair up into a ponytail with a yellow ribbon.
With a deep breathe, she went back to her closet and pulled out a large mat. She leaned it up against the wall. "Kyaaa!!" she screamed and side kicked the mat with all her might, leaving a deep dent that slowly went back into shape. She had to practice again. She had forgotten most of her moves from all of this easy living.
She remembered two years ago, she had accidentally killed one of her students she was training. She had snapped his neck. From that day on she had never fought anybody for any reason, but now she was scared. She knew the gang had called. They wanted Heero. She must protect him-he was still hurt from the last time they fought.
She looked at the clock. She'd been training for over an hour. She jogged downstairs and into the kitchen. She had a few sips of water. You couldn't drink a full glass of water before a fight and she was being cautious. The phone calls had been coming since the day after Heero fought with the gang. She hadn't told anyone for some reason. Did she think that she could take care of herself?
A rapid knock came from the door. She peeked into the living room, her heart pounding. She walked into the living room slowly, clenching her fists. She stood beside the door and slowly unlocked it. The first thing to come through the door was an arm. She grabbed it and pulled the figure over her back and sending them down to the floor. She raised her fist, when a muffled yell came from the figure.
"No, no, no! Sis, it's me!!"
She turned the person around. "Duo! You scared me half to death!"
He took fast breaths, "I scared you? You attacked me! I practically wet my pants!" he looked at her outfit. "What the hell are you wearing?"
"Do you remember?" she asked. "It's my street fighter outfit."
"You don't go to that place anymore, what are you doing with it on?"
"I thought you were a stranger, that's all," Akemi looked out the window. "I decided to take up street fighting again."
"I thought you quit, 'cause of what you did," Duo got up and straightened out his clothes.
"I can't let that stop my favorite pastime, Duo."
Duo shrugged.
~
In the alleyways of the city, the gang of punks lounged. The girls sat on empty crates, painting their nails. "That bitch will be nothing, when I get through with her!" one of the girls admired her handy work. "I've gotten away with it once, I can do it again."
"You killed your own mother," one boy said.
She gave him a dirty look. "That bitch? She deserved what she got. No one will ever take me down!"
"Shut up," a tall bulky boy demanded. The black sunglasses he wore blocked his eyes from being read. "We're not after her, remember, we're after that punk ass wimp."
Another boy sniggered. "Hey, boss, what are we gonna' do with the girl?"
"I don't care. She's all yours. C'mon, it's time." the boss turned and walked out of the alley, very anxious members following behind. ~
Heero decided to go. He began to feel self-conscious. Did Duo think badly of him? Even after what happened, Heero felt he had to stay by the house for a while. He didn't want to give anybody the cold shoulder.
Heero puffed out his chest. What was he saying? Did he actually care what other people thought of him? He sank lower in his chair. But, these "people" were his neighbors and practically his adopted family. He had to get used to them if he ever wanted them to trust him. If Duo were going to make a move, he would talk it out with him.
Heero examined the bandages on his side. It seemed that the bandages were the only thing left of Grandpa J, next to the memories.
He gasped as he noticed a blotch of blood a little further in the back of the bandage. He had to get a fresh one. Heero left the empty cup and a tip on the table.
~
Akemi sat on the couch with Duo and they listened to Dance music on the TV. None of them cared to speak to one another, for their minds were both caught up in misery.
Akemi glanced at the ending of the stairs, "Where did Heero go?"
"Forget about him!" Duo hissed and threw an empty glass across the room.
Akemi watched the class break into shards. "Duo," she stopped.
Suddenly, the door bashed open and men ran into the house. Duo got up but ws knocked down to the ground. Three men were brutally beating him. Akemi was grabbed by four women and was lifted up. Akemi fought but the girls had her legs and hands. "Let me go! Help!" Akemi got one leg free and kicked a girl in the jaw, making a splatter of blood fly through the air. The girl fell to the floor. Her mouth was bleeding. Akemi's kick had caused the girl to bite off her tongue. The girl screamed in horror as her own tongue lay on the ground beside her.
Akemi wrestled in fury and was dropped to the ground. She flipped over and was about to spring away when she was grabbed again and carried to a car. Into the trunk she went. "Get in there, bitch!" a girl slammed the trunk shut. Akemi's muffled screams and kicks were heard. "Let's get the hell out of here!" Boss called. The car sped away leaving black tire marks in the process.
~
Heero walked up the street. He felt his bandage get wetter with blood. He walked up the streets to the neighborhood and found his new home. There were tire marks in front of the house. Heero didn't remember seeing those and he continued up the sidewalk to the porch. The front door was open.
Heero rushed inside and saw the wreckage. What had happened while he was gone? Heero noticed a figure lying face down next to the sofa. Heero ran over to Duo's side and flipped him over. Duo was unconscious, his face black and blue to no limit. Heero put him back down and ran to the phone, calling an ambulance. He went back to Duo's side and waited for the ambulance to come, all the while trying to find the clues to what happened.
Next chapter, "Come and get me!"
"Let me go!"
Gundam Wing TM belongs to Sunrise and TVAshi. All rights reserved. Akemi Maxwell is my own personal character and belongs to me.
~
Heero felt a little better. He walked into a coffee shop and grabbed a white chocolate froth. He wiped the froth off his nose each time he took a sip. He looked out the window next to him. He remembered sitting in the same seat when he saw the black smoke. He remembered his grandpa's funky clothes and cheery smile.
Heero shook of the memories and took another sip of his froth. He shouldn't think about his grandpa anymore. It would only make things worse. He had to worry about who burned his house down. Duo was another problem too. He had that look in his eyes. Heero knew he couldn't be alone with him. What about tonight? Would Duo make a move?
~
While the boys were out, Akemi cleaned the house a little earlier than she normally would. She was vacuuming when she thought she heard the phone. She turned off the vacuum and listened. She ran into the living room and picked up the phone.
"Hello?"
There was a silence on the other end.
"Hello?" she asked again.
"Where is he?" a familiar voice demanded.
"W-wha-?" she stuttered.
"You know who we're talking about, where is he?!" the voice got louder.
Akemi, without hesitation, hung up the phone. "Heero!" she ran upstairs, her heart pounding. She saw Duo's door open and looked inside. Seeing no one there, she ran back downstairs and locked the doors and windows. Then she ran back up to her room.
She opened her closet and yanked a jacket off a large box. "I never expected I would have to use these again," she said to herself and pulled out her old street fighter clothes. She changed slowly, the memories and the pain flowing back to here mind. When she pulled on the last glove, she looked at herself in the mirror.
She wore a short loose top that was tied around here chest and behind her neck. She had small shorts and blue shoes with short socks. Her purple gloves had no fingers so, her naked fingers were revealed. She pulled her hair up into a ponytail with a yellow ribbon.
With a deep breathe, she went back to her closet and pulled out a large mat. She leaned it up against the wall. "Kyaaa!!" she screamed and side kicked the mat with all her might, leaving a deep dent that slowly went back into shape. She had to practice again. She had forgotten most of her moves from all of this easy living.
She remembered two years ago, she had accidentally killed one of her students she was training. She had snapped his neck. From that day on she had never fought anybody for any reason, but now she was scared. She knew the gang had called. They wanted Heero. She must protect him-he was still hurt from the last time they fought.
She looked at the clock. She'd been training for over an hour. She jogged downstairs and into the kitchen. She had a few sips of water. You couldn't drink a full glass of water before a fight and she was being cautious. The phone calls had been coming since the day after Heero fought with the gang. She hadn't told anyone for some reason. Did she think that she could take care of herself?
A rapid knock came from the door. She peeked into the living room, her heart pounding. She walked into the living room slowly, clenching her fists. She stood beside the door and slowly unlocked it. The first thing to come through the door was an arm. She grabbed it and pulled the figure over her back and sending them down to the floor. She raised her fist, when a muffled yell came from the figure.
"No, no, no! Sis, it's me!!"
She turned the person around. "Duo! You scared me half to death!"
He took fast breaths, "I scared you? You attacked me! I practically wet my pants!" he looked at her outfit. "What the hell are you wearing?"
"Do you remember?" she asked. "It's my street fighter outfit."
"You don't go to that place anymore, what are you doing with it on?"
"I thought you were a stranger, that's all," Akemi looked out the window. "I decided to take up street fighting again."
"I thought you quit, 'cause of what you did," Duo got up and straightened out his clothes.
"I can't let that stop my favorite pastime, Duo."
Duo shrugged.
~
In the alleyways of the city, the gang of punks lounged. The girls sat on empty crates, painting their nails. "That bitch will be nothing, when I get through with her!" one of the girls admired her handy work. "I've gotten away with it once, I can do it again."
"You killed your own mother," one boy said.
She gave him a dirty look. "That bitch? She deserved what she got. No one will ever take me down!"
"Shut up," a tall bulky boy demanded. The black sunglasses he wore blocked his eyes from being read. "We're not after her, remember, we're after that punk ass wimp."
Another boy sniggered. "Hey, boss, what are we gonna' do with the girl?"
"I don't care. She's all yours. C'mon, it's time." the boss turned and walked out of the alley, very anxious members following behind. ~
Heero decided to go. He began to feel self-conscious. Did Duo think badly of him? Even after what happened, Heero felt he had to stay by the house for a while. He didn't want to give anybody the cold shoulder.
Heero puffed out his chest. What was he saying? Did he actually care what other people thought of him? He sank lower in his chair. But, these "people" were his neighbors and practically his adopted family. He had to get used to them if he ever wanted them to trust him. If Duo were going to make a move, he would talk it out with him.
Heero examined the bandages on his side. It seemed that the bandages were the only thing left of Grandpa J, next to the memories.
He gasped as he noticed a blotch of blood a little further in the back of the bandage. He had to get a fresh one. Heero left the empty cup and a tip on the table.
~
Akemi sat on the couch with Duo and they listened to Dance music on the TV. None of them cared to speak to one another, for their minds were both caught up in misery.
Akemi glanced at the ending of the stairs, "Where did Heero go?"
"Forget about him!" Duo hissed and threw an empty glass across the room.
Akemi watched the class break into shards. "Duo," she stopped.
Suddenly, the door bashed open and men ran into the house. Duo got up but ws knocked down to the ground. Three men were brutally beating him. Akemi was grabbed by four women and was lifted up. Akemi fought but the girls had her legs and hands. "Let me go! Help!" Akemi got one leg free and kicked a girl in the jaw, making a splatter of blood fly through the air. The girl fell to the floor. Her mouth was bleeding. Akemi's kick had caused the girl to bite off her tongue. The girl screamed in horror as her own tongue lay on the ground beside her.
Akemi wrestled in fury and was dropped to the ground. She flipped over and was about to spring away when she was grabbed again and carried to a car. Into the trunk she went. "Get in there, bitch!" a girl slammed the trunk shut. Akemi's muffled screams and kicks were heard. "Let's get the hell out of here!" Boss called. The car sped away leaving black tire marks in the process.
~
Heero walked up the street. He felt his bandage get wetter with blood. He walked up the streets to the neighborhood and found his new home. There were tire marks in front of the house. Heero didn't remember seeing those and he continued up the sidewalk to the porch. The front door was open.
Heero rushed inside and saw the wreckage. What had happened while he was gone? Heero noticed a figure lying face down next to the sofa. Heero ran over to Duo's side and flipped him over. Duo was unconscious, his face black and blue to no limit. Heero put him back down and ran to the phone, calling an ambulance. He went back to Duo's side and waited for the ambulance to come, all the while trying to find the clues to what happened.
Next chapter, "Come and get me!"