Ah! Sorry for the wait! Hectic week! Anyway, this is the second to last
chapter of this story and an evil cliffie to boot!
After Chapter 7, the story will re commence in the second part of the Perfect Soldier Trilogy. The Second Story, Perfect Soldier: Mind Control, will be much darker and will delve into my version of Heero's past. After that, another lighter story. But, gotta have the angst! Enjoy this chapter and I hope to see you in the last chapter and next story!
REVIEW!!! *hugs* Warrior of Forest
Now, the awaited..
Chapter 6: Ah, the Woes of Teachers and Students
Back at the house of the Gundam Pilots, nestled in the Nevada countryside, a rather bizarre occurrence was taking place. Heero Yuy sat at the dining room table, book of learning English in front of him, dictionary off to the side and Duo over his shoulder. Wufei, Trowa and Quatre sat across from the pair watching the interplay of Duo's attempted explanations and Heero's decidedly confused expression.
"So you see Heero," He said pointing first to his eye, and then to the paper, "And the little line," he said tracing the line for emphasis, "connects this" points to Japanese phrase 'Hagimemashite', "to this." He concluded pointing to the English phrase "nice to meet you.'
Wufei, Trowa and Quatre sweat dropped at his slightly (ok VER Y) exaggerated teaching style.
Heero just looked annoyed. He turned sharply to Duo and pointed to himself, saying quite firmly. "I am Japanese. Not Idiot." With that he turned to Quatre and asked, "You teach?"
Duo looked rather affronted and abashed at Heero's statement and was content to sit next to Heero while Quatre pulled out a pad of yellow paper and a large marker. He wrote in a column down the left side: Me/I You We They/Them He/She and Boku Omae Bokutachi Omaetachi onna/otoko. Pointing to himself he said: Me. Then pointing to the Japanese column on the right side stated: Boku. Me or I, means Boku."
"Me or I mean boku." Heero said slowly.
"Means." Trowa corrected gently.
"Mean.s?" Heero questioned. WuFei spoke up, "There are no plurals in Japanese. Everything is singular. Right Heero?"
Heero closed his eyes and processed the statement. "Yes." He replied. "Nothing plural."
"Nothing *is* plural." Duo corrected. "Ya see, you need the is, because, uh, you just do!"
Heero raised an eyebrow at the statement, wildly accompanied by flaying arms and wild gestures. He turned to Trowa who gave a better explanation. And a less physically dangerous one.
" 'Is' is a verb. Every sentence needs a noun, subject and verb."
"Quatre elaborated on the statement: "Every sentence," he showed a sentence in the book, Heero nodded in understanding, "has things it needs. For example, you don't say the book bad. You'd say the book *is* bad. Understand?"
"Aa (yes)," Heero nodded, "Say, book is bad, book is good."
"Exactly what I said!" Duo interjected in his defense.
"Duo is a idiot." Heero said calmly.
"HEY!" Duo opposed the statement "Meanie."
"Duo is an idiot." Trowa corrected.
Heero scowled. "English not.. is not-"
"Good, Heero!" Quatre encouraged.
"-Easy" Heero finished.
"No, it's not." WuFei agreed, breaking out of the thought he was in regarding how dishonorable it was to have let someone who didn't speak English go by unnoticed for years. "But, we learned it and you can too."
"Yes, I can learn." Heero said slowly.
'I will too. If my life depends on it, I will learn to read, write and speak English!' Heero thought vehemently. 'I will take back what they took away from me! I'll rise above them at last!'
******
At Lunch that day, Trowa made them all sandwiches of different types of meat and dragging out his meat chart, pointed to each one throughout lunch, giving it its name.
"Turkey." Trowa said pointing at the turkey on the chart. "Meat of Turkey sandwich." He concluded pointing at Duo's sandwich.
"Tur..key." Heero repeated. "Sandwich."
"Yes. Bologna." He said pointing to WuFei, "Tuna." To Quatre "Ham." To Heero's sandwich and "Chicken." To his own.
"Turkey, Bologna.. Tuny?" Heero looked at Quatre for aide on his sandwich while Duo felt honored Heero remembered his turkey.
"Tu-na." Quatre corrected, separating the syllables.
"Tu-na." Heero repeated.
"Yes."
"Ok, Turkey, Bologna, Tu-na, ...Ham! and." He closed his eyes in concentration. 'Ok, starts with a ch- sound...its...' he puzzled internally."Chicken!" He exclaimed, looking rather proud of himself.
Duo beamed at Heero. "We'll make a fluent speaker out of you yet!"
The others merely nodded their agreement and turned to their sandwiches.
*******3 Months Later******
In three months, Heero Yuy had progressed immeasurably. He still spoke slowly, but he spoke with more confidence and a much larger vocabulary. Though he still needed help on grammar, structure and vocabulary, he was doing well enough to hold basic to mid level conversations. The Gundam boys were very pleased with the improvement and as time rolled on, Heero began to read works of literature from the library of the house. Always, Duo would read with him, helping him through hard passages and guiding him down the roads of American literature.
Heero also began to pick up playing with Trowa and Quatre. They all had discovered with surprise that he was an amazing guitar player, as well as a pianist and he now accompanied Quatre in many classical piano duets. Upon discovering Heero's love for music, Duo had indulged him and purchased his an electric blue electric guitar as a surprise. Heero would often play for the Gundam boys, and Duo could hear Heero in his room at night, plucking out the strains of a nostalgic tune. But, he knew not the tune, and was waiting for the right opportunity to ask what exactly it was.
WuFei and Heero now would engage it non-life threatening spars and Heero picked up techniques from WuFei and vice versa.
*******
Now, on a fine night, approaching the month of March, The gundam boys sat in the living, karaoke machine out and Heero's electric guitar on standby, along with a list of songs that each boys knew, ranging from a small list from Wufei to a list needing six pages from Duo.
The Game: Make the Gundam Boys Sing
The Moral: None
The Rules: A Dice is rolled. 1=Heero 2=Duo 3=Trowa 4=Quatre 5=WuFei 6=Roller's Choice. The rolled or picked boy gets a song off their "songs I know" list and had to sing it. Guitar playing optional.
The Point: Pure Mockery
"Duo, tell me again the point of game?" Heero said dryly.
"This game, Heero" Duo said off handedly. "And it's just for fun. You guys promised I could choose the activity for tonight if I could keep quiet for a whole dinner, and I did. So now's time for payback!"
The others rolled their eyes.
"What .does..payback mean?" Heero questioned.
"Uh, its kinda like revenge, but not as bad."
"Oh, ok"
"Well then!" Duo cackled evilly. "Lets begin the torture!"
To Be Continued...
In Chapter 7: Future Plans and Karaoke... REVIEW!!!
After Chapter 7, the story will re commence in the second part of the Perfect Soldier Trilogy. The Second Story, Perfect Soldier: Mind Control, will be much darker and will delve into my version of Heero's past. After that, another lighter story. But, gotta have the angst! Enjoy this chapter and I hope to see you in the last chapter and next story!
REVIEW!!! *hugs* Warrior of Forest
Now, the awaited..
Chapter 6: Ah, the Woes of Teachers and Students
Back at the house of the Gundam Pilots, nestled in the Nevada countryside, a rather bizarre occurrence was taking place. Heero Yuy sat at the dining room table, book of learning English in front of him, dictionary off to the side and Duo over his shoulder. Wufei, Trowa and Quatre sat across from the pair watching the interplay of Duo's attempted explanations and Heero's decidedly confused expression.
"So you see Heero," He said pointing first to his eye, and then to the paper, "And the little line," he said tracing the line for emphasis, "connects this" points to Japanese phrase 'Hagimemashite', "to this." He concluded pointing to the English phrase "nice to meet you.'
Wufei, Trowa and Quatre sweat dropped at his slightly (ok VER Y) exaggerated teaching style.
Heero just looked annoyed. He turned sharply to Duo and pointed to himself, saying quite firmly. "I am Japanese. Not Idiot." With that he turned to Quatre and asked, "You teach?"
Duo looked rather affronted and abashed at Heero's statement and was content to sit next to Heero while Quatre pulled out a pad of yellow paper and a large marker. He wrote in a column down the left side: Me/I You We They/Them He/She and Boku Omae Bokutachi Omaetachi onna/otoko. Pointing to himself he said: Me. Then pointing to the Japanese column on the right side stated: Boku. Me or I, means Boku."
"Me or I mean boku." Heero said slowly.
"Means." Trowa corrected gently.
"Mean.s?" Heero questioned. WuFei spoke up, "There are no plurals in Japanese. Everything is singular. Right Heero?"
Heero closed his eyes and processed the statement. "Yes." He replied. "Nothing plural."
"Nothing *is* plural." Duo corrected. "Ya see, you need the is, because, uh, you just do!"
Heero raised an eyebrow at the statement, wildly accompanied by flaying arms and wild gestures. He turned to Trowa who gave a better explanation. And a less physically dangerous one.
" 'Is' is a verb. Every sentence needs a noun, subject and verb."
"Quatre elaborated on the statement: "Every sentence," he showed a sentence in the book, Heero nodded in understanding, "has things it needs. For example, you don't say the book bad. You'd say the book *is* bad. Understand?"
"Aa (yes)," Heero nodded, "Say, book is bad, book is good."
"Exactly what I said!" Duo interjected in his defense.
"Duo is a idiot." Heero said calmly.
"HEY!" Duo opposed the statement "Meanie."
"Duo is an idiot." Trowa corrected.
Heero scowled. "English not.. is not-"
"Good, Heero!" Quatre encouraged.
"-Easy" Heero finished.
"No, it's not." WuFei agreed, breaking out of the thought he was in regarding how dishonorable it was to have let someone who didn't speak English go by unnoticed for years. "But, we learned it and you can too."
"Yes, I can learn." Heero said slowly.
'I will too. If my life depends on it, I will learn to read, write and speak English!' Heero thought vehemently. 'I will take back what they took away from me! I'll rise above them at last!'
******
At Lunch that day, Trowa made them all sandwiches of different types of meat and dragging out his meat chart, pointed to each one throughout lunch, giving it its name.
"Turkey." Trowa said pointing at the turkey on the chart. "Meat of Turkey sandwich." He concluded pointing at Duo's sandwich.
"Tur..key." Heero repeated. "Sandwich."
"Yes. Bologna." He said pointing to WuFei, "Tuna." To Quatre "Ham." To Heero's sandwich and "Chicken." To his own.
"Turkey, Bologna.. Tuny?" Heero looked at Quatre for aide on his sandwich while Duo felt honored Heero remembered his turkey.
"Tu-na." Quatre corrected, separating the syllables.
"Tu-na." Heero repeated.
"Yes."
"Ok, Turkey, Bologna, Tu-na, ...Ham! and." He closed his eyes in concentration. 'Ok, starts with a ch- sound...its...' he puzzled internally."Chicken!" He exclaimed, looking rather proud of himself.
Duo beamed at Heero. "We'll make a fluent speaker out of you yet!"
The others merely nodded their agreement and turned to their sandwiches.
*******3 Months Later******
In three months, Heero Yuy had progressed immeasurably. He still spoke slowly, but he spoke with more confidence and a much larger vocabulary. Though he still needed help on grammar, structure and vocabulary, he was doing well enough to hold basic to mid level conversations. The Gundam boys were very pleased with the improvement and as time rolled on, Heero began to read works of literature from the library of the house. Always, Duo would read with him, helping him through hard passages and guiding him down the roads of American literature.
Heero also began to pick up playing with Trowa and Quatre. They all had discovered with surprise that he was an amazing guitar player, as well as a pianist and he now accompanied Quatre in many classical piano duets. Upon discovering Heero's love for music, Duo had indulged him and purchased his an electric blue electric guitar as a surprise. Heero would often play for the Gundam boys, and Duo could hear Heero in his room at night, plucking out the strains of a nostalgic tune. But, he knew not the tune, and was waiting for the right opportunity to ask what exactly it was.
WuFei and Heero now would engage it non-life threatening spars and Heero picked up techniques from WuFei and vice versa.
*******
Now, on a fine night, approaching the month of March, The gundam boys sat in the living, karaoke machine out and Heero's electric guitar on standby, along with a list of songs that each boys knew, ranging from a small list from Wufei to a list needing six pages from Duo.
The Game: Make the Gundam Boys Sing
The Moral: None
The Rules: A Dice is rolled. 1=Heero 2=Duo 3=Trowa 4=Quatre 5=WuFei 6=Roller's Choice. The rolled or picked boy gets a song off their "songs I know" list and had to sing it. Guitar playing optional.
The Point: Pure Mockery
"Duo, tell me again the point of game?" Heero said dryly.
"This game, Heero" Duo said off handedly. "And it's just for fun. You guys promised I could choose the activity for tonight if I could keep quiet for a whole dinner, and I did. So now's time for payback!"
The others rolled their eyes.
"What .does..payback mean?" Heero questioned.
"Uh, its kinda like revenge, but not as bad."
"Oh, ok"
"Well then!" Duo cackled evilly. "Lets begin the torture!"
To Be Continued...
In Chapter 7: Future Plans and Karaoke... REVIEW!!!