Things aren't what they seem
By
Hannio
Chapter Four
A pissed off Heero is never a good Heero
DISCLAIMER: Katie is mine but I wish the others were mine instead
AUTHOR NOTE: Tra la la I've finally updated, it's taken me so long to do because I am lazy and I have literally been so obsessed with DBZ recently that it's all I can think of but Jenihenpen has finally managed to find the perfect weapon against me :0( if I want brilliant picture of my fave family Veggie's then I have to update, so that's why I am, to get the next piccie I have to update again soon. So enjoy this one the next will be up soon
Gone. Heero just stood there. His brain so normally in control was completely shattered. He was gone. Heero never realised before the important that the green eyed boy held over him. Trowa was Heero's sanity. He gave his worthless life meaning, gave him something to care for, to protect. Of course Trowa could easily look after himself, he had trained his whole life just as Heero had, but Trowa was his Koi, his one love. It was his duty to take care of him, to love him, he would protect him with his life but now Trowa was gone. He had slammed the door and that one action told Heero more than anything Trowa could say to him or he could say to Trowa. The slamming of the door symbolised the one fact that as far as Trowa was concerned Heero was nothing in his life anymore, he wasn't a part of it anymore, Heero and Trowa were no longer one but two separate beings. Trowa was gone and it seemed that he was gone for good.
Heero knew what he should do he should move his body, open the door, run down the street, hunt down his Koi, when he found him he would have to do something drastic, like shake Trowa or even punch him, anything to make the other boy listen to him and then demand a proper explanation about what the hell happened within a day to make him get up and leave him. Even as his brain screamed these orders to his body he couldn't move, couldn't even breath properly. He wanted to move, he wanted to move so badly but he just couldn't physically do it. All the training that was his lifeline, the only thing that often kept him alive during the war when other normal people would of died; he had survived due to it. Now it meant nothing to him, when he needed it the most it was gone it had all been an illusion. It just confirmed his fear what he had really relied on had been Trowa, ever since he self destructed all those years ago and he looked after him, from that time the bond started it had just grown. His body slammed into the wall near him and he crumpled to the floor as if he was a puppet who's strings had been cut. He felt as if he had no energy whatsoever, he'd no strength to do anything that he knew he should be doing. All he could do was stare around him, seeing all the memories of Trowa, Trowa had decorated the flat, he had chosen the furniture it was all him while Heero had been away on work. It was torturing him but he just couldn't help it, he felt as if he was in physical pain and that was something he could deal with, something he was completely used to. The empty despair he was feeling was a sensation he wasn't used to and one that he didn't particularly want to get used to.
Hours passed and still he sat there in the same exact position. A strange feeling of calm reserve had descended on him a while away reflecting in the Prussian blue eyes where a look of insanity was beginning to show, all the feelings and memories from the war had been residing in him but he had always been able to hide them and conquer them with the help of Trowa, they had relied on each other to help with the memories and now it was gone and with this came the constant memories of the war and all he had done. For the first time in his life he welcomed the pain and the sensation flooding him, it was better than feeling nothing at all. He suddenly stood up and nearly fell back down again as his limbs protested against the sudden use of them. He took a minute to regroup and then looked towards the side and frowned to himself, what had been Trowa's last words to him? That Heero had a son? A cold shiver came over him that was impossible. His frown became more pronounced. A son? Did Trowa really believe that he had a son? It was just impossible. The only penetrative sex that Heero had ever had was with Trowa; Trowa had been his first and as far as Heero was concerned his last as well. Only one girl he had ever kissed was Relena and after that experience he never wanted to do it again, after that he had simply turned gay and Trowa had been waiting with open arms. His stomach lurched as an image of Relena's kiss came to mind. To have a son, it had to be someone's sick idea of a joke.
He walked over to the side and picked up the piece of paper, someone called Katie, so was this Katie the mother of his supposed to be child? Well he had never known a Katie in his life. He stared at it for a while, there was only one thing he could do, he knew this woman's name and he knew that she was near, he would hunt her down, get the answers he wanted and then find Trowa and explain to him the mix up, he was going to get Trowa back and this was the only way he knew how to do it. He walked into his study the one place that was strictly his though Trowa always came into visit him and switched on the laptop. He went on the Internet and brought up the advance name searching ability and typed in the woman's name. He'd get to the bottom of it, if it was the last thing he did.
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