I never remember disclaimers until the very next chapter. Dang it, so here
it goes:
I, Erin Jessica Durango do not own Sailor Moon or Gundum Wing, despite what others say. Hehe!
~Erin
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Heero shut off his computer and wandered towards the kitchen. He was hungry, and was disappointed to find the fridge, along with all the cupboards empty.
Duo's gunna have to go shopping, he thought. He looked around his empty apartment. His best friend and roomate Duo was, as he put it, 'scoping hotties' at the mall.
Heero smirked. The day Duo got a date was the day pigs learned to fly. He walked back to his room and sat on his bed.
He glanced around. What was he going to do? What about your computer? he thought.
"Naw.." he said outloud.
His eyes wandered over to his closet. Maybe I have a board game or something, he thought. Heero rose from his bed and over to his closet. He flung the door open and scanned all his shelves.
There were no board games.
"Oh, that's right. Duo had to have that damn garage sale."
Heero shook his head and recalled the time that his friend went on a crazy "sell everything in the apartment' spree. Duo's an idiot, Heero thought.
Heero was about to close the closet door when some sort of a book caught his eye. It was near the back, sort of out of sight- but not for the Perfect Soldier.
He reached his hand in and brought it out. It was a leather covered photo book. The only thing left from his past life- who he used to be. The only link to who he was.
Reminiscing sounded a lot more fun to Heero than playing any board game would be.
He walked over to his bed and sat down. He flipped the cover open and his eyes focused on the first picture.
It was of a little boy with dark hair and blue eyes playing in a sand-box- none other than Heero himself.
Heero smirked a little and flipped the page. There were plenty of picture as a child- each one different.
After about five minutes a picture appeared that Heero was quite stumped over.
It was him alright, at about three years old. He was with a little girl, same age, who had blonde pigtails and the most beautiful blue eyes he had ever seen.
Heero smiled when he saw the little girl, but it was quickly faded away. It was replaced with the feeling of loneliness, he felt helpless...
He knew that he had cared for this little girl at one time. They were holding hands, sitting in the stillness of a meadow.
Heero's heart stabbed with pain. He missed her, he needed her, and he barely knew her at all.
Carefully he pulled the picture out of the book and laid it propped up on his bedside table. The rest of the book went flying across the room, hitting the wall with a thud.
Heero lay on his side, just studying the picture. Every aspect of the meadow, the girl- as so to remember where he was there or who she was.
Heero sighed and turned off his light, only the numbers from his alarm clock alluminating the picture.
He picked it up and kissed the little girl's image, then placed it back.
"Good night, my Princess," he said before falling asleep.
He swore that he had said that to her before.
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Awwww, that was too precious. Hehe. So what did you guys think? I wanna know, so review please!
~Erin
I, Erin Jessica Durango do not own Sailor Moon or Gundum Wing, despite what others say. Hehe!
~Erin
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Heero shut off his computer and wandered towards the kitchen. He was hungry, and was disappointed to find the fridge, along with all the cupboards empty.
Duo's gunna have to go shopping, he thought. He looked around his empty apartment. His best friend and roomate Duo was, as he put it, 'scoping hotties' at the mall.
Heero smirked. The day Duo got a date was the day pigs learned to fly. He walked back to his room and sat on his bed.
He glanced around. What was he going to do? What about your computer? he thought.
"Naw.." he said outloud.
His eyes wandered over to his closet. Maybe I have a board game or something, he thought. Heero rose from his bed and over to his closet. He flung the door open and scanned all his shelves.
There were no board games.
"Oh, that's right. Duo had to have that damn garage sale."
Heero shook his head and recalled the time that his friend went on a crazy "sell everything in the apartment' spree. Duo's an idiot, Heero thought.
Heero was about to close the closet door when some sort of a book caught his eye. It was near the back, sort of out of sight- but not for the Perfect Soldier.
He reached his hand in and brought it out. It was a leather covered photo book. The only thing left from his past life- who he used to be. The only link to who he was.
Reminiscing sounded a lot more fun to Heero than playing any board game would be.
He walked over to his bed and sat down. He flipped the cover open and his eyes focused on the first picture.
It was of a little boy with dark hair and blue eyes playing in a sand-box- none other than Heero himself.
Heero smirked a little and flipped the page. There were plenty of picture as a child- each one different.
After about five minutes a picture appeared that Heero was quite stumped over.
It was him alright, at about three years old. He was with a little girl, same age, who had blonde pigtails and the most beautiful blue eyes he had ever seen.
Heero smiled when he saw the little girl, but it was quickly faded away. It was replaced with the feeling of loneliness, he felt helpless...
He knew that he had cared for this little girl at one time. They were holding hands, sitting in the stillness of a meadow.
Heero's heart stabbed with pain. He missed her, he needed her, and he barely knew her at all.
Carefully he pulled the picture out of the book and laid it propped up on his bedside table. The rest of the book went flying across the room, hitting the wall with a thud.
Heero lay on his side, just studying the picture. Every aspect of the meadow, the girl- as so to remember where he was there or who she was.
Heero sighed and turned off his light, only the numbers from his alarm clock alluminating the picture.
He picked it up and kissed the little girl's image, then placed it back.
"Good night, my Princess," he said before falling asleep.
He swore that he had said that to her before.
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Awwww, that was too precious. Hehe. So what did you guys think? I wanna know, so review please!
~Erin