Chapter 9- Heero vs. Sarian
Sarian walked out of the girl's bathroom just as Heero was coming out of his Art I class. He gawked at her, and fumed inside.
If she thinks she can change her clothes at school, and walk around like that, she's going to get a big ass kicking from big brother, Heero walked close behind his twin until she walked into the girl's locker room to change for P.E. I'll get her in class.
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"Okay, today we are going to be sparring and practicing our karate skills we have been working on for the past two weeks," Coach Ryan had paired up the students (Mika and Relena, Duo and Wufei, Trowa and Quatre, Sarian and Heero), and was now pacing around the gym, the mats squeaking a bit under his running shoes. "Get with your partner, and start controlled sparring. Mr. Maxwell and Mr. Chang, please no blood this time,"
"Easy for you to say," Sarian heard Duo mutter as he took his fighting stance. She was in her prime; this is what she was born to do. Sarian took a stance of her own, and Heero did the same.
"Begin!" Coach Ryan blew his whistle.
Sarian came at Heero with a reverse punch, which was blocked with a palm block. He countered with a round- house kick, which Sarian grabbed, and held to his leg to her while she control punched him in the stomach. They continued this way for a few minutes before Coach Ryan blew his whistle.
"Alright, you all should be warmed up by now, McCarthy, Yuy! Get into sparring gear!"
"You have no right to say anything about my clothes," Sarian said as she tied the chest pad around her back. She grabbed a headgear, and jammed it on her head.
"You have no right to compare me to our father!" He whispered in her ear as he put on a headgear of his own.
"Why not? You have his demanding personality, his stubbornness, and you look just like him! Well, except for the eyes, you have our mother's eyes," Sarian put on footpads.
"How would you know what Mom looked like?" Heero put on hand guards.
"I have a picture of them together," Sarian walked away towards the coach and the rest of the class. "When they were our age," She walked to one side of the sparring ring.
Heero stood on the other side, and took his stance. Sarian did the same. The twins glared at each other.
"This is a continuous sparring match," Coach Ryan said. "No points will be taken. Begin!"
Sarian analyzed her opponent as she always did before she made the first move. Heero's weight was focused on his back leg; he was going to try to kick her first. His right fist was up; he would attack with his left. Sarian crescent-kicked Heero, but was blocked by a middle block, Heero countered with his left fist, which was countered by a high block from Sarian. Sarian jumped into the air, and delivered a flying sidekick to Heero's ribs. He staggered back, and then performed a perfect jump spin sidekick, which caused Sarian to gasp.
You're tougher than this, Sarian reminded herself. She jumped, and tornado kicked Heero across the face. Heero staggered back, rubbing his face. Before Coach Ryan could examine Heero, Heero charged Sarian and punched her hard in the chest.
Sarian was sick of this. She jumped high in the air, and smashed Heero's head between her legs. Amazingly, he just shook his head instead of going unconscious. Heero, before he could stop and control his anger and power, elbowed Sarian hard in the temple.
Sarian was sent into shock. The last thing she heard before going unconscious was Trowa shouting her name at the top of his lungs.
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"She's been unconscious for four days, Sally. I don't think she'll be okay if she doesn't wake up soon," Wufei explained to the worried guardian on a late Thursday night.
"How could Heero have done this?" Sally wondered. "He's so in check of his emotions,"
"Sarian must have said something really horrible to him if he got that mad at her," Quatre delivered tea to the quiet third floor bedroom.
"The other doctors don't know what's wrong with her. There must be some glitch in the DNA she has," Sally sipped her hot tea. "When I examined her myself, her pulse was slow, very slow. Her heart was hardly beating. I agree with you Wufei." Sally gave the boy a worried look. "If she doesn't wake up soon, I don't think she'll make it,"
"Don't say that," Trowa lifted his bed from Sarian's bed sheets, his eyes were bloodshot. He had not left her side save for school, and he seemed to stop sleeping and even eating anything. "Please, don't say that,"
"We have to think of the possibility, Trowa. Sarian might not wake up," Wufei said, stirring his tea with a spoon.
"SHUT UP! JUST CAUSE YOU'RE A SEXIST JERK, DOESN'T MEAN YOU CAN JUST CONDEMN SARIAN TO DEATH WITHOUT DUE CAUSE! SHE HAS TO WAKE UP!" Trowa shouted at Wufei. Wufei's jaw dropped, but he quickly shut his mouth. His eyes narrowed.
"Who ever said I didn't care?" He snapped before going across the hall to his own room. Sally flinched when he slammed the door shut.
Sarian stirred a bit, and then opened her eyes slowly. She promptly shut them again due to the light. "Trowa? Trowa?" She called, as she opened her eyes again.
Trowa's face lit up, and he smiled for the first time in four days, "Yeah, I'm here. I'm right here beside you," He clasped her hand in his, and kissed her on the forehead.
Sarian suddenly sat up very quickly, and got out of bed. "I'm going down to the kitchen. I'm hungry," She made a go for the door, but it was blocked by Sally.
"I think you should stay in bed. You've been unconscious for four days!"
"Really?" Sarian shrugged. "That explains why I'm so hungry," She again tried to go around Sally. "Sally, please. I was designed to take a hit, get over it, and, after I woke up, go right back to living. If you'll examine me, you'll find me perfectly fit. Now, I won't be if I don't eat."
Trowa put his arm around Sarian's shoulders. "I'll watch her Sally. If she has a weird, unexplainable, sudden spasm, you'll be the first to know,"
"Very comforting, Trowa," Sally said as she watched the boy help Sarian down the stairs.
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Heero sat in the garden, staring at the stars. Wonder what's happening in space. Has to be better than here. Heero was very shook up about what he had done to his sister. Is Sarian right? Am I really that much like Helix? If I am, what am I capable of? He stared at his open hands. What can these hands do?
Duo walked out into the garden. He wore a solemn expression on his face, for once. He sat down next to Heero. "Hey, you okay?"
"No, I almost killed a person," Heero looked into the sky again.
"You've killed people before, lots of people."
"Yeah, but nobody I knew," Heero looked at Duo. "Duo, what do you think about?"
Duo gave Heero a shocked look. "You really want to know what goes on in my head? You are a brave man indeed,"
He pulled a blade of grass out of the ground.
"Really, Duo,"
"You're serious,"
"Damn right I am," Heero looked at Duo with conviction.
"Alright, umm, what goes on in my head? I think about women, bikinis, women wearing bikinis, women on the beach in bikinis, me on the beach surrounded by women in bikinis . . ."
"I get the picture, Duo,"
"I also think about what I'm going to make of myself. I'm pretty smart (at least I think so), and I could do just about anything. I just don't want to be a politician. But, that's what everyone expects me to be,"
"I wouldn't mind, it would keep me busy," Heero twiddled his thumbs. "Now, what did you come out here to tell me?"
"Oh yeah!" Duo clapped himself on the head. "Sar woke up about half an hour ago. She's eating a big pile of spaghetti in the kitchen,"
"Why didn't you tell me, bakatare?" Heero jumped up, and ran through the open French doors.
"Why must everyone call me that?" Duo whined, as he lay down on his back at stared at the sky.
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"Can you forgive me?" Heero looked hopefully at his sister, who looked very much the slob with spaghetti sauce all around her mouth from her binge. He had just gone through a long, sorrowful apology that would have made Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet look like a comedy act. Heero hoped to God Sarian would forgive him. He had to find out more about his past and his parents.
"I guess," Sarian wiped her mouth with her napkin. "If you agree to do me a little favor,"
"Anything," Heero said.
"I want you to set up a girl I know, and a guy from Trowa's band, Kenny," Sarian forked more spaghetti, and chewed before speaking again. "She's a friend from my world culture class, Yuna Yongei. Yuna has had the hots for Kenny for a long time, and she wants to have him as her date for the Cheery Blossom Spring Ball,"
"Done, anything you want," Heero smiled, and walked out of the room.
"What band is this, Trowa Barton?" Sally asked as she sat next to a binging Sarian.
"Just a band that plays at a dance club every night," Duo came in from the garden. "They totally rock,"
"Sarian, honey, it's customary for people to breathe between bites," Trowa gaped at Sarian.
" Ah en old eath or hive inets," Sarian said through the noodles.
"What?" Sally stared at the girl.
"She said she can hold her breath for five minutes," Wufei said as he removed bottled water from the refrigerator and walked back out of the room.
"I should hope so," Sally continued to stare at Sarian as she continued to stuff her mouth to it's maximum capacity.
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"This is a picture of our parents. Mom was fifteen and Dad was nineteen," Sarian had walked down to Heero's room at a late hour of the night with the picture of their parents.
"Helix looks almost happy," Heero took the picture from Sarian, and stared at it. His father looked exactly like him, only he had green eyes like Sarian. His dark hair was cut short, but was a bit shaggy, and highlighted from the sun. He wore a full-bodied camouflage jumpsuit with the sleeves rolled up, black combat boots and a utility belt like the one Sarian had. A faint smile played on his lips. At nineteen, Helix McCarthy was a handsome teenager.
Theresa Mercedes was older looking for her age; she resembled a seventeen-year-old, maybe eighteen. She was very pretty. Her long, wavy dark brown hair flowed to her shoulders, and her liquid brown eyes stared at Heero. "Her eyes are just like mine," he said aloud. Theresa wore a short black skirt, and a red halter- top with the kanji symbol for fire stitched into it with black thread. She wore no jewelry, and a pair of short clogs on her small feet. She was almost to Helix's shoulder, but she would have been shorter without the clogs. She too smiled, only the smile was bigger than Helix's. His arm was around her waist, and he held her close to his body. The front of the Compound was seen in the background.
"This picture was taken by our grandfather, General McCarthy, leader of the Delta Compound," Sarian looked at the picture with Heero. "He wanted a picture of his son for his desk,"
"How do you know?"
"Because that's where I stole it from," Sarian explained.
Heero stared at the picture of his father and mother. "They look like they were in love,"
"I don't think so," Sarian said. "Helix wasn't stripped of his emotions (none of the X1 generation were), but he shut his off. In fact, the reason he wanted nothing to do with us was because he was afraid of forming an emotional attachment to us,"
"I think he did love our mother," Heero stared at the woman's eyes. "Why else would he be smiling?"
"Never thought of that before," Sarian said. She got up, and went for the door. "Keep the picture, I have another one. I made a copy in case you wanted one." She walked out without another word.
Heero lay back, and continued to stare at the picture. He thought about his father, and how Sarian had said he was just like him.
Maybe that wasn't a compliment, but at least it was something.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: How are y'all doing? Good? You sure? Okay then.
DAY said that she absolutely loved the last chapter of this fic. I guess it was very good, now that I think about it. Oh, and the new OC, Yuna Yongei? That's a character I made focusing on DAY's personality. I took the Yuna from her penname, and Yongei is the name of her favorite character in my Yu Yu Hakusho fic. He's a fire demon with a lot of piercing, a happy go lucky outlook, and an Australian accent. He's great.
Well, that's all I have.
C Yah!
Suri
