One Tin Soldier: the Legend of Heero Yuy
Disclaimer: Neither the Gundam Wing Characters, nor does the movie Billy Jack belong to me. I'm just borrowing the characters for my own twisted ideas, and then I'll give them back, I promise.
Pairings: 1+2 mainly, 3+4, 5+S, 11+13
Rating: R
Warnings: big time OOC, violence, prejudice, abuse, rape
Author's Note: I am so sorry that it has taken me this long to write the next part to this. I promise you, I hadn't forgotten! ^_^; College just seems to suck everything out of you. o_O Anyway, I'm sorry this part is so short. I do have everything planned out; it's just finding the time to write it that's the problem. Incidentally, this fic should end up being 27 parts or so, give or take a few.
Part 3
A Hero's Duty
The afternoon sun scorched those too weak to take it, and warmed those who respected it. Heero and his horse, Wing, leisurely rode through the fields closer to town. The man glanced around him. He loved this land, fiercely and absolutely. Heero never understood how the townspeople couldn't see the beauty in the land around them. Granted, desert land surrounded them, but even in the most arid desert, life could be found. Of course, their minds were filled with how much money they could make, and there were very little uses for deserts and making money. Heero shook his head in disgust. The red-gold soil streaked with various shades of greens and browns stretched for as far as he could see was all the riches he'd ever need.
A small creek wound its way through the valley, not far from where the town limits began. Wing had found his way to the creek, because Heero allowed the horse to set the pace and choose wherever he wished to go. Heero normally would not have chosen to travel this close to the town, but that day, he'd been put in an unusual good mood by his ride with the mustangs, so he allowed the horse to venture wherever he wanted. Heero even had a relaxed look on his face. Had anyone from Haven seen him, they would have been shocked and pleased, especially a violet-eyed man.
Normally, Heero had an intense look on his face, a leftover scar of the war. Every night, Heero had nightmares that he told no one about, not even the ones closest to him. The memories of the war haunted him, because of the training he'd had…and everything he'd had to do. Because few people knew much of anything about Heero, the townspeople feared him. Everyone knew his home was somewhere back in the mountains, and that he lived with his mentor, a strange old man who went by the name Dr. J. Dr. J was training him in this mysterious way of life called Gundam. Only five men in the world had remembered what that meant, and four of them were dead. J had chosen Heero to pass on the knowledge, since he was getting old, and didn't want the way of the Gundam to disappear. Heero had agreed to become the old man's pupil because he needed something to get his mind off of the horrific memories of the war.
But that day, the sunlight scared the shadowy memories away, leaving only the life-giving warmth. The gorgeous blue ceiling encircled the world, not allowing any white to mar it. The gentle hum from the creek soothed Heero, and he closed his eyes, just enjoying the moment.
When he opened his eyes, he noticed something a little strange not far from him. A body lay on the ground next to the creek. Heero got off Wing to investigate, and discovered that she was a girl, probably only about fifteen or sixteen years old. A suitcase was held tightly in her hand. He checked her pulse, to make sure she was still alive. She was, but then he noticed something else, as her hair fell down her cheek to reveal several beginnings of bruises on her face. It was obvious someone had beaten her, and badly.
Heero gently shook her shoulder, and said, "Miss?"
She only moaned in response.
Heero gently picked her up. He wondered who she was, but he also knew that her identity could wait. She needed a doctor badly. He managed to get them both on his horse while he considered what to do with her. His instincts screamed at him not to go into town with her, so he decided to ride out to the old mission, run by a man named Father Maxwell. Father Maxwell was earthborn, but he had sympathized with the colonies. When Duo had chosen to build Haven, Father Maxwell had helped him. Duo had chosen to take his name from Father Maxwell, since Duo was an orphan, and had been placed in Father Maxwell's orphanage on the colony known as L-2. Of course, Father Maxwell had eventually been rotated out of there, but he'd never forgotten Duo. Heero knew this girl, whoever she was, would be safe at the old mission, since Father Maxwell had a medical degree, and at one time, before he'd become a priest, had been a doctor.
A chill ran up Heero's spine as he began heading towards the mission. His intuition told him something was wrong in the air, but he couldn't tell what it was. Unfortunately both for him, Haven, and for everyone he cared about, Fate didn't reveal itself then. Several lives could have been saved, had certain decisions not been made, starting with a man's decision to beat his daughter on a hot summer afternoon.