Hello again! First of all, there seems to be a loooooot of confusion about
what the hell Heero has to do with anything. Rereading my chapter (which I
wrote when I was half dead and couldn't think anyways,) I found it didn't
make much sense at all. In fact, I probably would've yelled at myself it
was me who read my fic... well you know what I mean! Anyways, I've
rewritten that chapter a bit, so I suggest you check it out before you read
this one , so stuff makes more sense. ^_^ at least I hope so.. At least it
puts Heero into the mix, so it'll make at least more nonsense that makes
sense, okay enough talking about that, let's get on to other notes.
Golden Rat: thanks for bringing that to my attention, like almost everybody else did, it made no sense except in my head. You know how that is when you don't write what you're thinking, and so it makes no sense? I think that's what happened..^_^ whee more sense I need.
Emily Hato: well, sorry I forgot that was my old number (I wish) My real number probably doesn't make any sense. It's probably like grt-avnr or something. Anyways, as for the Duo , Solo thingy, just read the damn thing! I couldn't exactly make him younger , because then he wouldn't remember the story, and he was there before solo becuz they are blood relatives in this version.
Artsyangel13: Well, I dunno what to do wit the Wu-man, 'cuz originally he wasn't part of this fic, so I'll find sumthing for him.... ah I gots it!! ::starts dancing in happy dance:: I know what to do with Wufei!!! and I also know how to make the plot even more insane with even more coincidence! Go me!
Sir Gabs-a-Lot: by the way, great pen name, just thought I'd say so. Glad you kinda get it, I changed it to match a little more with the story. (I make changes here and there to make it make sense all the time) so hopefully you know now, once you reread it, why he wants to kill Heero. As for training fat birds, good for you! The world needs more fat birds. Sorry bout the longer fics, not very good at that. No energy to keep writing, adds another day to make longer, peeps get angry 'cuz I'm not updating fast enough. They want more MORE MOREEEEE!!!! ::stops looking insane:: okay I'm done now.
Slash Gorden: Yes Duo's retarded... big secret he wanted to hide was that he really WAS stupid. Okay, I get the point, it makes no sense whatsoever, I changed it, now everything's a little better. And yes, Heero is 7 at the time. If you read Episode Zero, he and his "dad" do some pretty nasty things when he's seven, if you recall. ^_~ should make more sense now, anyways.
Ris Night: don't worry, it wasn't you missing it, I were me. Glad you still like it thou, reedited it as I said before, so it makes a little more sense.
Shini-Girl kit: ..well here's your free thank you now. THAnk YOU! Okay, no on to other stuff... j/k thx for reviewing, glad it's good, so let me write more!
Warnings: not too much here, looking closely there is a reference to him being gay, but nothing too bad...
Okay , finally chapter 5, (hope it makes more sense then chappie 4 did)
Chapter 5 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"And now you must die." I whispered, leaning in closer to hit him in the temples. I had picked up on the streets that this sends shards of bones into the oppenent's brain, killing them instantly. However, I had never been a soldier, and he had. Instantly I was flipped over so I was underneath him, and my arms were pinned helplessly to my sides. Knowing resistance was futile, I just waited, waited for the death that was coming for me. Rage was welling up within me, anger at the men who had shot my mother and taken my brother, anger for the boy on top of me who had disabled me so easily, and of course, anger at myself for failing.
Looking up into those blue eyes, I saw a difference in the clarity. The eyes were blurring up, and it looked like his version.. of crying. He still had the same angry expression, and his body and breath were still perfectly under control, but I could see in his eyes the pain of a thousand deaths on his mind. He spoke in another quiet voice, but this one held no malice whatsoever "Didn't I tell you I'd been through the same thing? Didn't you believe me when I said so? Do you think you're the only orphan in the world?" He stared into my eyes with a knowing light, so I knew he could see right through me. Nobody else ever had been able to do that. But he seemed to see all my pains, all my life. I had told him the story of my past, but he seemed to understand what words could not say.
"My mother was killed too. That man you saw me with, the one that took the baby? That was my father. He was also the one that killed my mother. I was too young to go off on my own, too young to understand what was going on. All I knew was, my father and his men were searching for a babe. We had gone to many homes, wealthy places, and found nothing. Then we came upon you. My father saw the baby and said he wanted him- I don't remember why. All I remember is seeing him kill the woman, and I remembered my mother, saw the expression in your eyes, the loss, the shame. Then I knew something that would change my life forever. I realized my father was not the man I thought he was, but a terrorist, inflicting damage on those who were below him. That night I ran away, swearing never to deal with his kind again." He paused a second, letting a very thin smile creep onto his features. "Of course, I am trying to deal with his kind now, but not in a good way." I was filled with shame again. I had wrongly accused somebody who turned out to be on my side.. And as a result, almost killed him. I was also filled with an even stranger emotion, and it took me a moment to label it ; pity. I felt sorry for the boy I had tried to kill 5 minutes earlier. As I looked into his depths, I realized he wasn't looking for pity. Cerulean eyes blazed with a deep intensity, one which I now understood. This man was going after his own father, to repay him for what he had done. I'd just been hiding in my shell for 8 years, lost in my own world of despair, while this Heero was after him at all costs. That was one of the two thoughts in my head at that moment.
The other was a question: What did he want with Solo? What was so special about my baby brother? I did not voice this aloud, however, because my throat was sore. It had never done that much talking, and now felt like sandpaper. I was back into my protective casing. It had been my hideout for too long, and just poking my head out of my shell had distorted my view of the world all over again. Now it wasn't just a simple vicious murder, they had a purpose...
So what was Heero doing staring at blueprints of guns during American History class? As if reading my mind, the Japanese boy replied "That gun that they used on your mother was a very special type of gun, used only for big-time corporations. I was trying to narrow the field down. I'm surprised it took this much time to get it down to this few. I still have 20 more companies to look through." This was taking a turn for a field I was not comfortable with. Companies and corporations? All involved in the murder of my mother and the capture of Solo? My small-time hatred had just gotten scattered to the four winds in the midst of evil plotting against my family, all of which I didn't understand. I wanted to know more, but I couldn't speak. I was held back by my own fear of stepping out, and for once, I wanted to. I wanted to get out there, to do more, but I could not force myself to. The other problem was that the bell had just gone for third period. Gathering up my stuff for English and for Music, I wandered out, carrying my cello and trying to balance "The Giver" on top of all the notebooks and other junk I had managed to bring along.
English was boring. It always seemed to be boring to me. No matter how much people tried to imitate real life by spoken or written word, it just never seemed to come alive as much as real-life experiences did. Of course, most others in the class weren't paying much attention to the subject, but to the person talking. She was young, about 23 or so, but she didn't seem to notice how about 20 of the 25 boys in the class were drooling while she talked about "The Giver" by Lois Lowry. I wasn't, though. The whole class was filled with guys, so why would I concentrate on her? She seemed to be really into the book, though. Her green eyes flashed with enthusiasm as she explained Jonas's world of conformity and restrictions. I just stared straight ahead, allowing my mind to wander. I had just unloaded my whole life's story onto a person who I was going to kill, but now knew was innocent. I couldn't kill him now, that'd be just like killing my sweet, innocent mother. What the hell was I talking about? I couldn't get my mind cleared, no matter how hard I tried. This would take a little thinking to do...
It took a couple of seconds for me to hear the tone bell to go to the next class. Quatre had to come and shake me awake, saying "Cummon, solo, you have Music with me 'n Trowa." I glanced over at the Arabian I had seen less then 3 hours ago, yet already seemed like a complete stranger to me. He did not know about me, he didn't know anything. But I covered my brief mind blank of my blond friend, getting up and picking up my stringed instrument carefully. When I was in the orphanage, they had one fiddle and a drums set. I couldn't bring either with me , so I was hoping to play one here, but they only had a cello or a flute left for me to play. I noticed that Quatre and Trowa were carrying instruments as well, both of them much smaller then mine, however. Trowa's I believe was a flute, and Quatre's was definitely a violin. Sitting down at our chairs, I saw who had taken the drums. I remembered him from Art class, the one who was drawing the sad-looking girl in front of the robot. Wufei, was it? He seemed at home in front of the drums, testing the snare for the right tension and readjusting the hi-hat. I turned my eyes back onto the cello, testing the first notes, which sounded weak and uneasy, but quickly getting into the rhythm and flow of the music. Soon I was warmed up and ready to go, when the Band and Orchestra teacher fairly bounced into the room. "Good morning class!" He shouted, smoothing his slightly rumpled red hair down. Faint, weak "Good mornings." Issued back. The teacher wrinkled his slightly freckled nose, saying "Let's try that again, class! Good Morning!" This time it was slightly louder, but holding a note of impatience as the group of boys responded "Good Morning, Mr. Gallagher."
"Well, you lot are the saddest excuse for Band students I've seen in years." He said, shaking his head in mock sadness as he walked up and down the front of the room. He suddenly looked up and stared right at me and said "I mean, look at you. You haven't even said a word at all yet." I just kept looking dead. He stared into my eyes for a long time before replying "I've seen that look before. Trust me, it tells me more about you then you care to let me know." I doubted that, but did not say anything. Sighing, he turned to the class and said "Well, I want you all to find your own piece of music that you like, and bring it in for me tomorrow to play to the class. I want you all to play with some passion, and what better way to start then with a tune that really pulls your heartstrings?" This for the most part was greeted warmly. "For the rest of the period, however, I will be testing your ability on your favourite intstrument. This does not have to be the one you are playing now, it can be anything you know how to play, one that you live for, and love. I want to see how love of music affects you all." I knew exactly what to go for, and when my name was called, I went straight for the Electric Guitar standing quietly in the corner. Tuning up the guitar, I decided to go to a song I'd only heard once, but had somehow stuck with me. It was an old song, from about 40 years ago, back in the early 21st century, by a singer named Avril. I started up the main beat, and launched into a loud, full rendition of "I'm with You". There weren't any words that I would sing,of course, but my music told it all. After the real song was done, I kept going, making up my own music as I went on, letting the notes talk for me. I wanted somebody to feel my pain, even if they couldn't hear my story just yet.
Finishing up the last chord, I carefully turned off the guitar to see the teacher looking inspired. "The others told me how I would never learn anything about you from what you do, but they were wrong. You just need to find your path, your way to life. They don't understand that." He smiled. "But I do. Good job, it really tells your pain for you, since you won't let it out by yourself." Gazing out the soundproof chamber he put me in for my personal evaluation, I saw Heero standing there, looking at me with those same eyes he had had 8 years ago. Blinking, I saw that he was gone, and for some weird reason, I felt a small tug at my heart at his loss.
What was going on here? I was always in control of myself, always knew where I was going, but now....
I was lost, and nobody was out to find me.
TBC...
Little bit on the short side, I know I'm sorry, I just wanted it to be out. So how'd you like it? By the ways, the school of Wentworth, as well as the motto, is taken off of my house at my school. I don't know how to read Latin, sorry. As I've said before, I don't know many languages, but I sure as hell love to use bits of 'em everywhere! Chappie 6 out when I get it out, k? And no more flashbacks hopefully. they leave too many holes in the plot.
Zechs and Trieze: What about us? Where do we come in?
DK: well, actually...
Z&T: When do we commin? We wanna know!! ::starts howling like babies::
DK: The thing is, I kinda didn't think I would put you in..
Z&T: Oh, then we guess we'll go now. Allons-y, Treize!
DK: okay... That was kinda pointless..
Audience: WE AGREE!
R&R OR ELSE!!! By the way, I have this question I need to be answered once and for all : Are illiterates confused by alphabet soup?
Ja ne!
Golden Rat: thanks for bringing that to my attention, like almost everybody else did, it made no sense except in my head. You know how that is when you don't write what you're thinking, and so it makes no sense? I think that's what happened..^_^ whee more sense I need.
Emily Hato: well, sorry I forgot that was my old number (I wish) My real number probably doesn't make any sense. It's probably like grt-avnr or something. Anyways, as for the Duo , Solo thingy, just read the damn thing! I couldn't exactly make him younger , because then he wouldn't remember the story, and he was there before solo becuz they are blood relatives in this version.
Artsyangel13: Well, I dunno what to do wit the Wu-man, 'cuz originally he wasn't part of this fic, so I'll find sumthing for him.... ah I gots it!! ::starts dancing in happy dance:: I know what to do with Wufei!!! and I also know how to make the plot even more insane with even more coincidence! Go me!
Sir Gabs-a-Lot: by the way, great pen name, just thought I'd say so. Glad you kinda get it, I changed it to match a little more with the story. (I make changes here and there to make it make sense all the time) so hopefully you know now, once you reread it, why he wants to kill Heero. As for training fat birds, good for you! The world needs more fat birds. Sorry bout the longer fics, not very good at that. No energy to keep writing, adds another day to make longer, peeps get angry 'cuz I'm not updating fast enough. They want more MORE MOREEEEE!!!! ::stops looking insane:: okay I'm done now.
Slash Gorden: Yes Duo's retarded... big secret he wanted to hide was that he really WAS stupid. Okay, I get the point, it makes no sense whatsoever, I changed it, now everything's a little better. And yes, Heero is 7 at the time. If you read Episode Zero, he and his "dad" do some pretty nasty things when he's seven, if you recall. ^_~ should make more sense now, anyways.
Ris Night: don't worry, it wasn't you missing it, I were me. Glad you still like it thou, reedited it as I said before, so it makes a little more sense.
Shini-Girl kit: ..well here's your free thank you now. THAnk YOU! Okay, no on to other stuff... j/k thx for reviewing, glad it's good, so let me write more!
Warnings: not too much here, looking closely there is a reference to him being gay, but nothing too bad...
Okay , finally chapter 5, (hope it makes more sense then chappie 4 did)
Chapter 5 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"And now you must die." I whispered, leaning in closer to hit him in the temples. I had picked up on the streets that this sends shards of bones into the oppenent's brain, killing them instantly. However, I had never been a soldier, and he had. Instantly I was flipped over so I was underneath him, and my arms were pinned helplessly to my sides. Knowing resistance was futile, I just waited, waited for the death that was coming for me. Rage was welling up within me, anger at the men who had shot my mother and taken my brother, anger for the boy on top of me who had disabled me so easily, and of course, anger at myself for failing.
Looking up into those blue eyes, I saw a difference in the clarity. The eyes were blurring up, and it looked like his version.. of crying. He still had the same angry expression, and his body and breath were still perfectly under control, but I could see in his eyes the pain of a thousand deaths on his mind. He spoke in another quiet voice, but this one held no malice whatsoever "Didn't I tell you I'd been through the same thing? Didn't you believe me when I said so? Do you think you're the only orphan in the world?" He stared into my eyes with a knowing light, so I knew he could see right through me. Nobody else ever had been able to do that. But he seemed to see all my pains, all my life. I had told him the story of my past, but he seemed to understand what words could not say.
"My mother was killed too. That man you saw me with, the one that took the baby? That was my father. He was also the one that killed my mother. I was too young to go off on my own, too young to understand what was going on. All I knew was, my father and his men were searching for a babe. We had gone to many homes, wealthy places, and found nothing. Then we came upon you. My father saw the baby and said he wanted him- I don't remember why. All I remember is seeing him kill the woman, and I remembered my mother, saw the expression in your eyes, the loss, the shame. Then I knew something that would change my life forever. I realized my father was not the man I thought he was, but a terrorist, inflicting damage on those who were below him. That night I ran away, swearing never to deal with his kind again." He paused a second, letting a very thin smile creep onto his features. "Of course, I am trying to deal with his kind now, but not in a good way." I was filled with shame again. I had wrongly accused somebody who turned out to be on my side.. And as a result, almost killed him. I was also filled with an even stranger emotion, and it took me a moment to label it ; pity. I felt sorry for the boy I had tried to kill 5 minutes earlier. As I looked into his depths, I realized he wasn't looking for pity. Cerulean eyes blazed with a deep intensity, one which I now understood. This man was going after his own father, to repay him for what he had done. I'd just been hiding in my shell for 8 years, lost in my own world of despair, while this Heero was after him at all costs. That was one of the two thoughts in my head at that moment.
The other was a question: What did he want with Solo? What was so special about my baby brother? I did not voice this aloud, however, because my throat was sore. It had never done that much talking, and now felt like sandpaper. I was back into my protective casing. It had been my hideout for too long, and just poking my head out of my shell had distorted my view of the world all over again. Now it wasn't just a simple vicious murder, they had a purpose...
So what was Heero doing staring at blueprints of guns during American History class? As if reading my mind, the Japanese boy replied "That gun that they used on your mother was a very special type of gun, used only for big-time corporations. I was trying to narrow the field down. I'm surprised it took this much time to get it down to this few. I still have 20 more companies to look through." This was taking a turn for a field I was not comfortable with. Companies and corporations? All involved in the murder of my mother and the capture of Solo? My small-time hatred had just gotten scattered to the four winds in the midst of evil plotting against my family, all of which I didn't understand. I wanted to know more, but I couldn't speak. I was held back by my own fear of stepping out, and for once, I wanted to. I wanted to get out there, to do more, but I could not force myself to. The other problem was that the bell had just gone for third period. Gathering up my stuff for English and for Music, I wandered out, carrying my cello and trying to balance "The Giver" on top of all the notebooks and other junk I had managed to bring along.
English was boring. It always seemed to be boring to me. No matter how much people tried to imitate real life by spoken or written word, it just never seemed to come alive as much as real-life experiences did. Of course, most others in the class weren't paying much attention to the subject, but to the person talking. She was young, about 23 or so, but she didn't seem to notice how about 20 of the 25 boys in the class were drooling while she talked about "The Giver" by Lois Lowry. I wasn't, though. The whole class was filled with guys, so why would I concentrate on her? She seemed to be really into the book, though. Her green eyes flashed with enthusiasm as she explained Jonas's world of conformity and restrictions. I just stared straight ahead, allowing my mind to wander. I had just unloaded my whole life's story onto a person who I was going to kill, but now knew was innocent. I couldn't kill him now, that'd be just like killing my sweet, innocent mother. What the hell was I talking about? I couldn't get my mind cleared, no matter how hard I tried. This would take a little thinking to do...
It took a couple of seconds for me to hear the tone bell to go to the next class. Quatre had to come and shake me awake, saying "Cummon, solo, you have Music with me 'n Trowa." I glanced over at the Arabian I had seen less then 3 hours ago, yet already seemed like a complete stranger to me. He did not know about me, he didn't know anything. But I covered my brief mind blank of my blond friend, getting up and picking up my stringed instrument carefully. When I was in the orphanage, they had one fiddle and a drums set. I couldn't bring either with me , so I was hoping to play one here, but they only had a cello or a flute left for me to play. I noticed that Quatre and Trowa were carrying instruments as well, both of them much smaller then mine, however. Trowa's I believe was a flute, and Quatre's was definitely a violin. Sitting down at our chairs, I saw who had taken the drums. I remembered him from Art class, the one who was drawing the sad-looking girl in front of the robot. Wufei, was it? He seemed at home in front of the drums, testing the snare for the right tension and readjusting the hi-hat. I turned my eyes back onto the cello, testing the first notes, which sounded weak and uneasy, but quickly getting into the rhythm and flow of the music. Soon I was warmed up and ready to go, when the Band and Orchestra teacher fairly bounced into the room. "Good morning class!" He shouted, smoothing his slightly rumpled red hair down. Faint, weak "Good mornings." Issued back. The teacher wrinkled his slightly freckled nose, saying "Let's try that again, class! Good Morning!" This time it was slightly louder, but holding a note of impatience as the group of boys responded "Good Morning, Mr. Gallagher."
"Well, you lot are the saddest excuse for Band students I've seen in years." He said, shaking his head in mock sadness as he walked up and down the front of the room. He suddenly looked up and stared right at me and said "I mean, look at you. You haven't even said a word at all yet." I just kept looking dead. He stared into my eyes for a long time before replying "I've seen that look before. Trust me, it tells me more about you then you care to let me know." I doubted that, but did not say anything. Sighing, he turned to the class and said "Well, I want you all to find your own piece of music that you like, and bring it in for me tomorrow to play to the class. I want you all to play with some passion, and what better way to start then with a tune that really pulls your heartstrings?" This for the most part was greeted warmly. "For the rest of the period, however, I will be testing your ability on your favourite intstrument. This does not have to be the one you are playing now, it can be anything you know how to play, one that you live for, and love. I want to see how love of music affects you all." I knew exactly what to go for, and when my name was called, I went straight for the Electric Guitar standing quietly in the corner. Tuning up the guitar, I decided to go to a song I'd only heard once, but had somehow stuck with me. It was an old song, from about 40 years ago, back in the early 21st century, by a singer named Avril. I started up the main beat, and launched into a loud, full rendition of "I'm with You". There weren't any words that I would sing,of course, but my music told it all. After the real song was done, I kept going, making up my own music as I went on, letting the notes talk for me. I wanted somebody to feel my pain, even if they couldn't hear my story just yet.
Finishing up the last chord, I carefully turned off the guitar to see the teacher looking inspired. "The others told me how I would never learn anything about you from what you do, but they were wrong. You just need to find your path, your way to life. They don't understand that." He smiled. "But I do. Good job, it really tells your pain for you, since you won't let it out by yourself." Gazing out the soundproof chamber he put me in for my personal evaluation, I saw Heero standing there, looking at me with those same eyes he had had 8 years ago. Blinking, I saw that he was gone, and for some weird reason, I felt a small tug at my heart at his loss.
What was going on here? I was always in control of myself, always knew where I was going, but now....
I was lost, and nobody was out to find me.
TBC...
Little bit on the short side, I know I'm sorry, I just wanted it to be out. So how'd you like it? By the ways, the school of Wentworth, as well as the motto, is taken off of my house at my school. I don't know how to read Latin, sorry. As I've said before, I don't know many languages, but I sure as hell love to use bits of 'em everywhere! Chappie 6 out when I get it out, k? And no more flashbacks hopefully. they leave too many holes in the plot.
Zechs and Trieze: What about us? Where do we come in?
DK: well, actually...
Z&T: When do we commin? We wanna know!! ::starts howling like babies::
DK: The thing is, I kinda didn't think I would put you in..
Z&T: Oh, then we guess we'll go now. Allons-y, Treize!
DK: okay... That was kinda pointless..
Audience: WE AGREE!
R&R OR ELSE!!! By the way, I have this question I need to be answered once and for all : Are illiterates confused by alphabet soup?
Ja ne!