Chapter 3
A Sakuran Dream's note: Do you like it so far? This is my first fic and also, in my opinion, I think I'm doing pretty well. I guess we'll have to see as we go on, lol -^.^- I'm so thankful for all of your reviews! I really appreciate it! It makes me think writing all this is worthwhile ^.^ heh heh. I'm counting on this story to get pretty interesting once I get it started and get everything familiarized.
Okay, that was the first part, the second thing you're gonna have to bear with me on. School started for me and writing these chapters will be kinda hard. I'm gonna try and see if I can pull writing a chapter and posting it about every 2 weekends. That should probably work. I hope…If not just check on the news section at: Http://www.fanficotaku.homestead.com or email me here: SailorOtaku@hotmail.com !
And then one other note -_-;; I know, I know…
In this chapter I'm gonna move Pacifist Heero Yuy's assasination to the year A.C. 180 instead of the original A.C. 175. Just so you know. That's around the time Peacecraft started doing his thing ^.~ And Also, I'll be making references to things that happened in the Ground Zero, Blind Target, and Episode Zero manga.
Now on to the story…
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After listening to Duo getting yelled at for a whole twenty minutes, the gang decided to just stay in the apartment and make sandwhiches. It wasn't worth the trouble spending more money—especially when it's not yours…
Hildey whistled a tune as she searched the fridge for deli meat. "Duo, we're running out of Italian Roast Beef."
"We have Pastrami in there!" He yelled back from the couch.
"Well maybe I don't want Pastrami…" She muttered, taking out what little was left of the roast beef. She found some swiss cheese and some brochen and made her sandwhich. "Where's Yuy?" She asked as she walked over to the couch acrossed from Duo, watching some english movie with korean subtitles.
"Huh—oh. He went to take a nap."
"A nap?" She looked at him nonplussed. "That's so not like him. He didn't even eat yet." She looked down at her sandwhich and took a nice sized bite out of it. "Oh well…"
Duo was too into the movie to even notice anything odd…
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"Mommy…?"
"Run!!"
"But Mommy?!?"
"Just leave!!"
"But why!!" The child began to cry as his mother shoved him forward while sprinting into a forested area..
"The men coming after us are evil! You must get away from them! So leave me—NOW!"
"But—"
"I can't go with you sweetheart, it's too late for me…" She forces him down into a ditch just as a group of men suround her.
~BANG~
Minutes later.
"Mommy…?"
Silence…
"Mommy!?"
Heart pounding.
Heavy breathing.
Burning tears.
Uncontrollable tears.
"M-m-mommy?" The child's voice is choked as burning hot tears roll down his soft cheeks. He kneels down next to the woman—his mother.Her body lay lifeless facing the ground. Holding onto his favorite brown teddy bear, he snuggles up against the crook of her arm, "Mommy…" he cries himself to sleep.
-She's gone…-
"…" Heero stared at the ceiling blankly. One of the most anoying things since the end of the wars were his dreams. There was the horrible dreams of the people he killed coming back to haunt him, the dreams that the gundam pilots—his friends—were killed, and the dream that Relena was killed. But there was one dream that worried him the most. It wasn't even a dream. It was real. It was his memory. The memory of his mother's death. It didn't matter how well he was trained. The memory kept coming back. He was only four when it happened. But he remembered that day well.
His mother used to be apart of a faction. A faction that went against the Peacecraft and Yuy pacifists. Her name was Hana.
He laughed to himself. It was quite ironic. Now that the war was over, information on the late pacifist leader Heero Yuy was now on file. He was able to research the true story behind his death…only to come to find out that he had also had a wife named Hana. Hana Yuy.
His heart skipped a beat.
According to the files, Hana didn't wish to hurt pacifist Yuy. She thought the faction was only trying to issue a cold war that would change the ideas and opinions of what peace was. Not a bloodthirsty war that would turn the whole unerverse into chaos. She was skeptical about her husband's ideals and decided to send off vital information to her group—who in turn sent the information to Septem of OZ--who gave orders for Odin Lowe to assasinate him.
Hana was furious and confused at the same time. She made plans to go to Earth and explain the mishap, but was intercepted by the Faction. Soon, the Legrange 1 colonies were under high alert. They would make sure she stayed on the colonies. It was that year, A.C. 180, when she gave birth to her son. No one knew his name.
After that year, all traces of Hana were gone. It was as if she disapeared. The last record of her was at the location of her death. Colony L1-82 in a densly forested area with a small brown headed child about the age of four sleeping beside her body. Japanese origin. Prussian blue eyes. Holding a brown teddy bear.
It all agreed with his memory.
The child was taken to a hospital, later to find out he was the son of the late Heero Yuy. But before they could do anything about it he was abducted.
By Odin Lowe He thought, I remember it perfectly…
And that was basically it. He didn't even need to get any blood tests to prove it. He knew. He could sense it. He always knew—atleast, he knew since the day he found out the details.
This slightly upset him.
What would they think of him now?
Should he tell the others?—The government?
No. Not the government, he thought, That would only lead to another issue. And then the fact that they had absolutely no clue where I was. They would want to know details. Details I'm not willing to give. He sighed. I almost wish I never found out. Being the son of a pacifist—a mass murdering pacifist's son. HEH! A mass murdering pacifist's son who cant even hack without getting caught—by an apartment HQ President! He sneered at the thought. Which brought him back to reality. What should he do now? Make a run? Doubt it…He didn't make it too hard for people to not know who he was. Curse Duo for his ideas of making friends.
He grumbled and rolled over to his side on the bed. Looking out the window, he could see the afternoon clouds roll by. A windy day. Squinting harder he could also see the tiny snowflakes falling like sprinkles of sugar. He cleared his thoughts and allowed the day's stress to take over and put him into a deep, dreamless sleep.
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TICK-TICK-TICK-TAP-TAP-TIP
"Have a nive nap, soldier-boy?"
"I'm no more of a soldier than you are."
"Heh." Duo stepped into the small hotel bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed, opposite of Heero. "I guess you have a point."
"Of course."
"You seem grumpy." He grinned wildly, "Hey! Wanna go to Itaewon with us? You don't have to do any shopping, but it would be great excersise!"
"No."
"Why not?" he asked incredulously as if it was everyone's favorite thing to do.
"You're bothering me. Leave." He continued tapping away on his labtop.
"Please."
"No."
"Come on!"
"…" TAP-TAP-TICKETY-TICK-TACK
"PLEEEAAAASSEEE!!!"
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"Hey, Duo! Come on!! What's holding yo—" Hildey stared at Duo. "HAHAHAHAHAHHAAAAAAHAAAAAAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAAHAHAHAAAAA" She was laughing so hard she had to sit back down on the floor. "W-what ~snicker~ d-d-did y-ou d-do?? HA HA HA!! I t-told you n-not to mess with him!!"
Duo just glared at Hildey and pouted. After bugging Heero for the umpteenth time, he had finally reserved to dragging him by the braid and throwing him in the shower, turning the cold water on. Hence the bruise Duo now holds on his forehead from hitting the wall on the way in.
"HA HA, you look like a wet prune." She tried to contain her laughter, "You okay?"
"Yeah, yeah…" He mumbled with puppy dog eyes.
"Hm. Go do something about your wet clothes and lets get going. Now you know not to mess with him, huh?"
"…"
Hildey laughed to herself. She was lucky Heero didn't do anything too harsh as it was… Goofball…
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Relena sat at her office going over report after report. It was already noon and the stress of the day hadn't slowed down yet. But that was the same for everyday and she had become used to it. But for the past few days she had been having trouble thinking straight. Why she all of a sudden began to think of it now, she didn't know, but her thoughts slowly went to the days after the Eve Wars and right before the fight with Marimaea. It was the time when she had fallen off the balcony from feeling feverish. She was so embarassed, she tried not to cry for fear of being called weak. But, the pressure was too much and she let go, only to find that at that very moment her special knight in shining armor was to jump out from the bushes and find her laying there crying. The first thing he did was tend to her swollen ankle and make sure she was all right. He's so kind… But after that, he chastised her for being weak. Okay, so maybe not…But he did promise to come back more often.
She slapped a stack of papers down on her desk and got up to walk over to the balcony window. "Where are you…Why didn't you stay like you promised me that day…" The only answer she got was the singing of cardinals outside her window. Maybe it's a sign of luck. All she could do was hope.
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"Excuse me sir?"
"Yes. What is it." Was the sharp reply.
"I—uh, Well—there is a call on line one—"
"I'll get it." He snapped.
"It's from that one kid. The hacker from earlier."
The man sat up and smiled as if he just realized that today was the greatest day in the world. "Why, why. You should of said it sooner. I'll get to it right away." He brushed his large hands over his short black hair. His dark brown eyes sparkled at the thought of 'Mr. Yuy'. During his time off, he couldn't help but think of ways to torture him further. His experience as an OZ technical information soldier allowed him the ability to be able to gather more information on the boy. It was quite unusual for a person to bear the name of the late pacifist leader, and according to the files, the only other person to use the exact name was a gundam pilot. That information was taken during the battle at New Edwards. In addititon, the Gundam pilot was only a fifteen year old boy at the time, which would make this boy the perfect age. He grinned, baring his perfectly squared teeth. You're gonna regret living, Gundam Pilot.
He picked up the phone with an air of dignity and spoke deeply, yet clearly, "May I help you?"
"You told me to call." Was the only answer. Short and simple.
Mr. Soo smiled. "Well, well. If it isn't the great Heero Yuy!" He audibly slapped his knee so he could hear him on the other end. "I thought you'd never call. Surely it didn't take an expert like you that long to find a place to stay?"
"No. What I did on the way was none of your buisiness. You told me to tell you where I'm staying. I'm with…friends at the Dragon Hill Inn."
"MmHm. That bubbly American with the braid, no?"
"Correct."
"I see. Well good job, my friend." He sneered.
"What else do you want of me?" He got straight to the point.
"Y'know what?" He sat up in his chair and leaned his elbows on the desk and spoke deeply into the phone. "I think I'm gonna change the deal." He paused.
"What do you mean by that?" He snapped.
He just laughed menacingly. "Don't get all hussy on me, boy. I make the rules. You follow them." He cleared his throat. "Now, instead of giving you a year, you get one month."
"WHAT?!"
He smirked, "You're a big boy now. Behave." He stated gravely. "I want the money in a month, understand. If not, I have another little secret of yours that would be quite useful to the government. I'm sure the people would agree that Gundam Pilots don't belong in a world of peace. Do they?" He laughed inwardly. He could sense the hatred flowing from the boy through the phone. Heh heh heh.
"I don't know what your talking about." Came the flat reply.
"Don't get cocky, Wing Gundam pilot."
"What is it that you really want from me?"
"I already told you. For a child of your rank, you should really be able to pay attention to things. I want to hear a call from you first thing Tuesday morning. That's in three days. I'd love to hear about your progression." He hung up. "I love my job!" He laughed.
To Be Continued….
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~*~ A Sakuran Dream ~*~