Yami: I got the wet blankets dried up.
Kai: No, you got us wet!
Heero: *wipes water from his eyes* where's that hose?
Yami: I have it. And unless you two behave, I'll spray you again!
Heero: I have been through hell, so what's water to me? *leaps at Yami and grapples for the hose*
Kai: They'll be at it for a while. Yami Quatre does not own anything. Not even us. She only owns SAM and her OCs.
Chapter 4
Milliardo Peacecraft, aka Zechs Merquise, let go of Heero and began checking to see if anyone had seen them. Heero whirled around to confront him.
"Who are you?" Heero asked.
"A friend," Milliardo replied, pulling Heero to the ground as a soldier walked beneath them.
"Think I believe that?" Heero asked.
"Not really," Milliardo said. He pulled out a police radio and turned eat on, putting on a set of earphones. Heero inched away, ready to make a run for it. He didn't know who to trust, the soldiers or this mysterious man.
Milliardo put the police radio away. "Your officers have sent for backup. This should be over shortly."
"Why should I believe you?" Heero asked.
"Because it's either me, who just wants to protect you, or those soldiers, who're probably going to kill you," Milliardo said.
Heero considered. "Good point. But that doesn't mean I trust you."
"Didn't expect it to," Milliardo said.
Two hours later, the police still hadn't showed up. Heero was beginning to think that Milliardo was the real enemy.
A soldier climbed up on the roof. He shouted for backup and raised his weapon. Milliardo pulled out a gun and shot the unfortunate man.
Heero had had enough. He ran towards the general direction of the cafeteria, stopping when he saw a soldier coming towards him.
An enemy in front. A potential enemy behind him. There was nowhere to go.
Heero looked around for options. He could jump off the roof and try to make his escape to the police waiting in the parking lot, or he could run back to the man who could be his enemy. Or he could allow himself to be caught by the soldiers.
After only a moment's consideration, he jumped off the roof, taking everyone completely by surprise. He landed running, dashing towards the police waiting for him.
He heard a gunshots, didn't think anything of it. He ran straight into the arms of Sally Po, who had come along with the paramedics in case anyone got hurt. His foster parents had also come since they'd heard of Heero running from his classroom, which everyone had seen.
He sat in the back of an ambulance, watching the end of the standoff. As the soldiers retreated, he noticed Milliardo make a sign with his hand. He looked around to see who it was directed at. He saw Sally make a sign in return, then go back to checking on a police officer who'd been injured when the soldiers opened fire after Heero had run towards them. He then remembered that two shots had been fired, not one.
What happened to the other bullet? he wondered to himself as he watched everything. He felt something on his back. Frowning, he reached back, felt something wet. When he looked at his fingers, he saw red. Blood.
"So that's where it went," he said before passing out.
Quatre looked up from his computer screen as Sally walked in the door. "Saw what happened," he said. "Any casualties?"
"Two injuries to our side," Sally said, sitting on the couch. "A police officer and Heero."
"How?" Quatre asked.
"They shot him in the back when he escaped," Sally said. "Didn't even know until he passed out in the ambulance."
"How is he?" Quatre asked.
"Alive," Sally said. "Really angry at just about everyone, but he'll be okay."
"We really need him back in the fight," Quatre said. "Is there any hope of him remembering?"
"Don't think so," Sally sighed. "The real problem we need to solve is how he could have been here for seven years when he's only been missing for one."
"I have a theory," Quatre said. "The portal that we came through was probably the same portal Heero came through, but when he went through it was really unstable so, not only did it send him here, it kinda reversed time, making him a little kid with a little kid's mentality. The memories of his other life probably overloaded his little kids' mind, causing his brain to erase the memories to protect himself. And so we have Heero like he is today. But like I said, it's just a theory."
"Better than mine," Sally said. "I gotta go back in to the hospital. See you later." She left again.
After a month, Heero was ready to go back to school again. So he went home one night and just showed up at the school again without telling Garrett, James, or Jill. He startled them at breakfast.
"Hey, what'd I miss?" he asked.
Garrett squirted chocolate milk out of his nose. Jill and James spilled their cereal everywhere.
"When did you get out of the hospital?" Garrett asked.
"Yesterday," Heero said. "Wanna go to the skate park?"
"Sure, later," Garrett said. "But you have a load of work to do."
Heero scowled. "I wish you hadn't reminded me."
"Sorry, dude, it's my job as your best friend," Garrett said with a small grin.
The bell rang then, saving Garrett from Heero's wrath. All four of them picked up their books and went to their respective classes. And it was only then that Heero learned that Quatre, Trowa, and Duo had transferred out of the school.
There was no time to wonder about that, though. Heero was caught up in the flood of homework that had accumulated over his absence. It was enough to keep anyone busy for days on end.
One day two weeks later he just threw his work against the wall, annoyed at all the chemical equations, algebra problems, and everything else that he'd been doing.
Garrett, who'd been over helping him, looked up from his own work, a little startled. "Brain getting fried?" he asked.
"Most definitely," Heero muttered. "I need to do something."
"There's a baseball game going on at the field at school," Garrett suggested.
"Anything but this," Heero said. "Get outta my room and I'll change clothes."
Garrett did so and a few minutes later they were at the school baseball field. Luckily, the game had just ended and they were able to get on teams for the next one.
Heero was the first one up to bat. He hit a home run. After that, there wasn't much to do until his turn in the outfield. So he studied for the test the next day.
His team got three outs pretty quickly, so he was in the outfield almost immediately after his home run. He was easily the best player on his team, and Garrett was easily the best on the other team.
Quatre studied the map of Louisiana, looking for an ideal place for an underground base. The choices weren't promising.
Something on another screen caught his eye. He looked at it, curious. It was the tap they had on enemy communications.
"That's not a god thing," he said, hitting the comm button.
The baseball game was getting to be against two people: Heero and Garrett. A few other kids had joined, though, and Heero and Garrett soon found they had competition.
Heero had just caught a fly ball when he heard something very odd. He tossed the ball into the pitcher and just stood there listening.
It was a very high-pitched whine, so high that it was almost inaudible as it reached into the supersonic range. It didn't seem to bother anyone else, and Heero turned back to the game as another fly ball was hit in his direction.
A sudden change in the pitch of the whine caused him to miss the ball. Something was nagging at the back of his mind, something that refused to be pushed away. It was strange, like a memory trying to surface again. But there was one clear thing about it: the whine had to be avoided at all costs.
It didn't make sense. But the feeling was clear. And, being as incomprehensible as ever, Heero chose to ignore it. Probably a phantom from his unknown past trying to spook him, he decided.
Then a shadow fell over the field.
"Knew we shouldn't have left," Duo said as they sprinted towards the hangar.
"You're the one who wanted to leave," Quatre pointed out.
They boarded their gundams and took off.
Heero froze as the shadow descended. Without knowing why, he knew they were after him.
There was a ground-shaking thump as something hit the ground in the adjacent football field. Heero unfroze and turned to see what it was.
One of the giant robots from his dream towered above them. It was pointing a very-lethal looking weapon at Heero.
"Heero Yuy," a voice boomed. "You are under arrest for crimes committed against the Supreme Authority Militia. Any attempt to escape will result in your death. Any resistance will result in your death. You are to stay where you are until apprehended. Any interference by your friends will result in their deaths."
Yami: You'll regret that, Heero.
Heero: I have the hose now!
Kai: Just watch where you point it.
Heero: *sprays Kai*
Yami: Cool! Another fight!
Heero & Kai: *Fighting for control of the hose*
Yami: *pulls out another hose, grinning wickedly* Review while I put these two in their places! *joins water fight*
