Warnings:
Disclaimers: same old thing. Story is mine though!
If you haven't figured it out by now, its in Heero's POV.
**o yeah and when I typed organically in the last chapter it was supposed to be original. U might find some funny spelling mistakes like that in my stories.**
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Chapter 2: liberation
I couldn't move. Everything hurt. I had bruises all over my body and I couldn't remember how I had gotten them. I couldn't sit either. I spent my time lying in the cell on my stomach, not moving. They had gone back to isolation with me. I don't know how long it had been this time. I stopped caring. I figured I was the only one they had captured. There were no clues to point otherwise. I hoped I was right. I didn't think I was going to make it out of here, but the world needed us. The colonies needed us. I was one pilot, even though 5 pilots is better than 4, the others are strong enough to carry on without me. I know I was like the leader of the group. I never asked to be. I always felt Wufei would have been a good leader, but he gets to emotional over justice. But he knows how to lead, and he is one hell of a fighter. The other person who I would have thought to be the leader would have been Quatre. He seems to know everything about everyone. He connects to them and understands them. He doesn't push them past their limits and knows when to back down, but he also knows how to push people so that they work harder than they ever thought they could. I don't know why he didn't become the leader. He might seem weak and puny, but put him on the battlefield and he tears it up! What is so good about me that everyone looked up to? I'm antisocial, I don't show any emotions or remorse when anything happens to the other pilots. Sure I'll do everything I can to help them or save them, but I won't try to comfort them. All I'm good at is the missions, that's it. A leader has to be good at more things than just the missions. All of use can accomplish any mission set before us, well almost any. I didn't ask to be the one they looked up to, hell, I tried to get them to see I wasn't good for the job. But they didn't notice my plea to not lead, they though I was agreeing with the unspoken, they thought I wanted the control, power and satisfaction of leading.
I was becoming uncomfortable in my current position. I was lying on my stomach, stretched as much as possible on the floor. My head was resting on my arms, which were folded under it. My legs were bent at my knees and my feet were resting on the wall. I had been lying this way a lot lately. God, what I wouldn't do to just stretch out completely. I would tell my captors anything just for that little peace. But I knew that wasn't possible. I could never tell them what they wanted. Too many people would get hurt. I was one person, nothing that happens to me matters. The pain and discomfort I receive will save millions of lives.
I heard the sound of keys in a lock, and then saw the door to my cell opening. I shuddered briefly, not wanting to leave the safety of the cell. But the figure looked different from the soldiers or large man that had come in before. Standing in front of me was a rather slim figure in an officers suit. Something about his posture reminded me of Trowa. I saw him bend down, his strong fingers wrapped around my thin arm and yank me up hard. My wounds were still a little raw so it hurt to stand and put pressure on them. I wouldn't look at him, but I could feel him slightly shaking as he looked me over. "……Heero…" it was a whisper, it barely made it to my ears. I looked at him then, his one visible green eye showing more emotions than I had ever seen him give. When our eyes met I saw his widen slightly. I looked at him with what must have seemed to be dead eyes. They showed no emotions, nothing. My face was completely blank to all who saw, but just under the surface, if one dared to look that close they could see my pain. It was right there, I had no control over it, I was unable to shove it to the back anymore. It was a constant reminder to me now of how monstrous I truly was. Trowa closed his eyes and lowered his head. "We have to get out of here before they notice your missing." He said. It was a little louder this time, but I still had to strain a little to hear everything.
I followed Trowa through the base. My prayers had been answered, I had been the only one who had been captured that day. Trowa had gone in undercover to find out where I was and take me out. As we walked he told me what had been going on for the past two and a half weeks. I couldn't believe it had been that long and I was half listening to him, I was to tired and all my muscles were screaming to stop from the lack of use. I grunted every once in a while to let him know I was still alive.
He never let go of my arm.
We made it outside of the base and into the woods. It was night time. There was no moon. A good night to make a rescue attempt, no extra light to give away our positions. Trowa's Gundam was hidden a mile away from the base in a cave. His was the only one there.
"Sorry Heero, but your going to have to sit in my lap. We didn't know what condition you would be in when we got you out so we didn't bring your Gundam."
"Hn."
Trowa's Gundam was kneeling down so it wasn't all that hard to get in. The hard part was sitting in his lap. First Trowa climbed and sat down then he looked at me. His eyes looked sorrowful. I wonder how long he had been undercover there, and if he knew about what had happened. I really hope he didn't. I didn't want it to look like I was uncomfortable with this situation so I climbed in as well and sat across his lap. He buckled us in. I was to tired to stay awake for the trip and I didn't want to be conscious of what was happening so I leaned my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes. When I opened them Trowa was landing Heavyarms. I was glad we were there, the close proximity to Torwa was starting to get to me. I just wanted to get away. To have my own space. I felt trapped and wanted. My breathing became a little more rapid and I my eyes started going blurry. I was becoming frantic. I needed to calm down.
Trowa landed the Gundam and unbuckled us. The minute the hatch opened I was off his lap and outside. It was now daytime. The sun was shining brightly overhead. The birds where chirping happily in the tall trees that surrounded one of Quatre's safe houses. A cool air blew flew the trees and I was entranced by the beauty of the property. The air smelled like spring and I closed my eyes, enjoying this simple bliss. Trowa's hand on my shoulder startled me. I twirled around quickly to knock his hand off before I realized what I was doing. If Trowa noticed my jumpy state he didn't say anything about it.
"Come on, the others have been worried about you, they'll be glad to know your back, and you'll be able to get some real rest now."
He turned and started walking to the house. I took in the sights of my surroundings once more, enjoying the simplicity of it once more, before following him to the house.
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Before we even got to the house I saw the front door fly open and a figure with a long braid run out and head in our direction. Duo sprinted, in what must have been his fastest time ever, over to us and threw his arms around me knocking us down. I fell on my bum and Dup landed on top of me. Pain shot through me, but I refused to let out a sound. But I'm sure I made a face, either that or Trowa did know what happened to me because he immediately tried to get Duo off of me.
Duo's arms were wrapped tightly around my waist and his head was buried in my shoulder. I couldn't hug him back even if I wanted to because his arms were wrapped around them as well. If I had been able I would have pushed him off myself. I'm not one for hugs, nor close contact, which I seemed to be getting a lot of lately. Duo was acting very strangely. I couldn't understand why he would show such emotions towards me. I had always acted the coldest to him because he always tried to pry into my life and find out stuff. He also talked much more than I thought a person capable of doing, and I didn't want to be around someone like that. I was known to get headaches when I was with him for to long.
Finally Trowa, with the help of Wufei, was able to pull Duo off of me. Who, it turned out, had been crying. His face was damp and there were two little wet spots on my shirt. I was dumbfounded. Crying…Duo…I was really lost now. Duo never cried, why would he be crying for me. GOD I was so confused, I hated it! Why were people so confusing? What is with them. Why can't they act the way you want them to act, or the way you expect them to act? Why do they always have to go and do something you weren't ready for or weren't expecting? And why did the seem to be the only person who couldn't connect with others, who was afraid to connect? Why was I destined to be alone?
Disclaimers: same old thing. Story is mine though!
If you haven't figured it out by now, its in Heero's POV.
**o yeah and when I typed organically in the last chapter it was supposed to be original. U might find some funny spelling mistakes like that in my stories.**
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Chapter 2: liberation
I couldn't move. Everything hurt. I had bruises all over my body and I couldn't remember how I had gotten them. I couldn't sit either. I spent my time lying in the cell on my stomach, not moving. They had gone back to isolation with me. I don't know how long it had been this time. I stopped caring. I figured I was the only one they had captured. There were no clues to point otherwise. I hoped I was right. I didn't think I was going to make it out of here, but the world needed us. The colonies needed us. I was one pilot, even though 5 pilots is better than 4, the others are strong enough to carry on without me. I know I was like the leader of the group. I never asked to be. I always felt Wufei would have been a good leader, but he gets to emotional over justice. But he knows how to lead, and he is one hell of a fighter. The other person who I would have thought to be the leader would have been Quatre. He seems to know everything about everyone. He connects to them and understands them. He doesn't push them past their limits and knows when to back down, but he also knows how to push people so that they work harder than they ever thought they could. I don't know why he didn't become the leader. He might seem weak and puny, but put him on the battlefield and he tears it up! What is so good about me that everyone looked up to? I'm antisocial, I don't show any emotions or remorse when anything happens to the other pilots. Sure I'll do everything I can to help them or save them, but I won't try to comfort them. All I'm good at is the missions, that's it. A leader has to be good at more things than just the missions. All of use can accomplish any mission set before us, well almost any. I didn't ask to be the one they looked up to, hell, I tried to get them to see I wasn't good for the job. But they didn't notice my plea to not lead, they though I was agreeing with the unspoken, they thought I wanted the control, power and satisfaction of leading.
I was becoming uncomfortable in my current position. I was lying on my stomach, stretched as much as possible on the floor. My head was resting on my arms, which were folded under it. My legs were bent at my knees and my feet were resting on the wall. I had been lying this way a lot lately. God, what I wouldn't do to just stretch out completely. I would tell my captors anything just for that little peace. But I knew that wasn't possible. I could never tell them what they wanted. Too many people would get hurt. I was one person, nothing that happens to me matters. The pain and discomfort I receive will save millions of lives.
I heard the sound of keys in a lock, and then saw the door to my cell opening. I shuddered briefly, not wanting to leave the safety of the cell. But the figure looked different from the soldiers or large man that had come in before. Standing in front of me was a rather slim figure in an officers suit. Something about his posture reminded me of Trowa. I saw him bend down, his strong fingers wrapped around my thin arm and yank me up hard. My wounds were still a little raw so it hurt to stand and put pressure on them. I wouldn't look at him, but I could feel him slightly shaking as he looked me over. "……Heero…" it was a whisper, it barely made it to my ears. I looked at him then, his one visible green eye showing more emotions than I had ever seen him give. When our eyes met I saw his widen slightly. I looked at him with what must have seemed to be dead eyes. They showed no emotions, nothing. My face was completely blank to all who saw, but just under the surface, if one dared to look that close they could see my pain. It was right there, I had no control over it, I was unable to shove it to the back anymore. It was a constant reminder to me now of how monstrous I truly was. Trowa closed his eyes and lowered his head. "We have to get out of here before they notice your missing." He said. It was a little louder this time, but I still had to strain a little to hear everything.
I followed Trowa through the base. My prayers had been answered, I had been the only one who had been captured that day. Trowa had gone in undercover to find out where I was and take me out. As we walked he told me what had been going on for the past two and a half weeks. I couldn't believe it had been that long and I was half listening to him, I was to tired and all my muscles were screaming to stop from the lack of use. I grunted every once in a while to let him know I was still alive.
He never let go of my arm.
We made it outside of the base and into the woods. It was night time. There was no moon. A good night to make a rescue attempt, no extra light to give away our positions. Trowa's Gundam was hidden a mile away from the base in a cave. His was the only one there.
"Sorry Heero, but your going to have to sit in my lap. We didn't know what condition you would be in when we got you out so we didn't bring your Gundam."
"Hn."
Trowa's Gundam was kneeling down so it wasn't all that hard to get in. The hard part was sitting in his lap. First Trowa climbed and sat down then he looked at me. His eyes looked sorrowful. I wonder how long he had been undercover there, and if he knew about what had happened. I really hope he didn't. I didn't want it to look like I was uncomfortable with this situation so I climbed in as well and sat across his lap. He buckled us in. I was to tired to stay awake for the trip and I didn't want to be conscious of what was happening so I leaned my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes. When I opened them Trowa was landing Heavyarms. I was glad we were there, the close proximity to Torwa was starting to get to me. I just wanted to get away. To have my own space. I felt trapped and wanted. My breathing became a little more rapid and I my eyes started going blurry. I was becoming frantic. I needed to calm down.
Trowa landed the Gundam and unbuckled us. The minute the hatch opened I was off his lap and outside. It was now daytime. The sun was shining brightly overhead. The birds where chirping happily in the tall trees that surrounded one of Quatre's safe houses. A cool air blew flew the trees and I was entranced by the beauty of the property. The air smelled like spring and I closed my eyes, enjoying this simple bliss. Trowa's hand on my shoulder startled me. I twirled around quickly to knock his hand off before I realized what I was doing. If Trowa noticed my jumpy state he didn't say anything about it.
"Come on, the others have been worried about you, they'll be glad to know your back, and you'll be able to get some real rest now."
He turned and started walking to the house. I took in the sights of my surroundings once more, enjoying the simplicity of it once more, before following him to the house.
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Before we even got to the house I saw the front door fly open and a figure with a long braid run out and head in our direction. Duo sprinted, in what must have been his fastest time ever, over to us and threw his arms around me knocking us down. I fell on my bum and Dup landed on top of me. Pain shot through me, but I refused to let out a sound. But I'm sure I made a face, either that or Trowa did know what happened to me because he immediately tried to get Duo off of me.
Duo's arms were wrapped tightly around my waist and his head was buried in my shoulder. I couldn't hug him back even if I wanted to because his arms were wrapped around them as well. If I had been able I would have pushed him off myself. I'm not one for hugs, nor close contact, which I seemed to be getting a lot of lately. Duo was acting very strangely. I couldn't understand why he would show such emotions towards me. I had always acted the coldest to him because he always tried to pry into my life and find out stuff. He also talked much more than I thought a person capable of doing, and I didn't want to be around someone like that. I was known to get headaches when I was with him for to long.
Finally Trowa, with the help of Wufei, was able to pull Duo off of me. Who, it turned out, had been crying. His face was damp and there were two little wet spots on my shirt. I was dumbfounded. Crying…Duo…I was really lost now. Duo never cried, why would he be crying for me. GOD I was so confused, I hated it! Why were people so confusing? What is with them. Why can't they act the way you want them to act, or the way you expect them to act? Why do they always have to go and do something you weren't ready for or weren't expecting? And why did the seem to be the only person who couldn't connect with others, who was afraid to connect? Why was I destined to be alone?
