A/N: Here's the next chapter guys! Is it happier than the last chapter?
No. But it does have more action. Happy Readings guys!
Disclaimer: Still don't own gundam wing.
chap. 2 ~ locked up feelings
Sorry? Is that all she can say? Sorry?! Sorry for the way she led me on, and left me out to dry after she was finished? Sadness quickly melted into anger, consuming Heero until his head ached with the pain of sorrow.
Instead of making his way to his room, Heero stepped into the small lounge and sat on the leather couch. Quatre, feeling that he should keep an eye on his friend, followed him up the stairs and stood in the doorway, out of Heero's view. The last thing he wanted was Heero trying to kill himself because of all the complications going on.
Heero stared for a long time at nothing, seemingly reflecting. After an undetermined amount of time, he slowly reached deep into the box he had brought up with him and pulled out a small sphere. Within it, there were dark blue clouds swirling endlessly around, surrounded by a pitch-black, dark background.
Heero seemed entranced by the sphere, not blinking or taking his eyes off it. Tension grew in the room, an evil feeling infecting the air, and suddenly a strange force coming from the direction of the sphere knocked Quatre off his feet, landing him on his back. A bright, black light filled the lounge, and Heero was engulfed by the spreading darkness. It hung in the room for a few seconds, then as soon as it had come, the black light disappeared, revealing Heero still sitting on the same couch, and by the looks of it, not injured.
Quatre scrambled to his feet and ran into the lounge, "Heero, Heero, are you okay?" His eyes wide and he looked utterly dishelved as he stood in front of Heero.
Heero looked up and smirked. "I'm fine," he replied curtly and knocked Quatre intentionally on the shoulder as he turned to leave the room.
Quatre was confused at Heero's outburst of anger, but was relieved that his friend was okay. He silently watched Heero march up the stairs to his room. I think it's best to leave him alone, Quatre thought. With a shake of his head, he traveled for the millionth time down the stairs to the dining hall, for he was almost as hungry as Duo. ~~~~~~~~~~~~
Heero walked into his own room, lined with pictures, posters, and plenty of memories. A framed picture of Relena glared at him, boring its way into his mind.
He sat on his bed, and shaking his head he wondered why he got so mad at Quatre, then, as if something had triggered a devilish side, he countered himself, Quatre's so nosy, always asking me about every damn thing that is going on in my life and if I'm ever "okay," Just as Heero thought of one of his friends, he began to ponder about everyone else, Wufei and Duo never shut the hell up with their arguing, and Trowa's always off in the corner, never realizing how much or how little he affects everyone else. While Heero was fuming to himself, he heard Duo's unmistakable yell, "AHHHHHHH, I say we fight for it!"
Heero clutched his head in pain, and dark, murderous thoughts seeped into his mind as he let out a raging roar, bursting throughout the entire mansion. As he finished yelling, he pulled out his gun, and started down the steps to the dining hall... ~~~~~~~~~~~~
In the dining hall, Duo and Wufei were noisily fighting over the last chicken leg.
"Come on Wu-man, I'm starving, and I saw it FIRST!"
"Shut your mouth baka, you know perfectly well that I was about to get it and you suddenly come out of nowhere and try to steal MY chicken!"
"AHHHHHHH, I say we fight for it!" And with that Duo held up his butter knife and with his other hand motioned Wufei to attack.
Wufei let out a small smile and in lightning speed he pulled out his katana, holding it up to Duo's throat, "Get your grimey hands off my chicken, bastard."
Quatre's sweatdropped and Trowa just shook his head, apparently amused. Duo dropped the knife he was holding and held his hands up in defeat, "Alright Wu-man, you got me, you can have your damn chicken."
Wufei smirked and took his prized chicken, munching on every bite, savoring each chew slowly, just to see Duo get angrier and angrier.
The dining hall was about as elaborate as the rest of the Winner mansion, decorated with every collectable and figurine. Frames hung on the cream walls, filled with famous artists' work, such as Van Gough and Picasso. A huge clear, crystal chandelier hung by a pure gold chain. Every crystal glowed with rainbows of colors within the crisp, tear-drop shaped delicate. The sun's reflection was upon every clear surface, save the few deep shadows.
Out of nowhere, a yell erupted throughout the entire mansion, rattling the glasses on the table and the pictures on the walls.
Duo looked at his friends and said, "If I didn't know any better, I'd say that that was - "
"- Heero," Trowa finished for him, staring at the entrance of the dining hall.
Everyone looked up from what they were eating, and saw Heero standing in the arc of the dining hall, one hand holding a gun, cocked, aimed, and ready.
"What in the nine hells..."
Heero simply smirked in response and raised his arm, aiming directly at the chain that held the enormous crystal chandelier to the ceiling. Heero fired, and everything went in slow motion. The chandelier fell, and pieces of crystals went everywhere, shattering at the impact of hitting the large wooden table. Glass flew everywhere, food went spilling through the huge cracks, and chairs were overturned as four very astounded pilots moved away from the crash.
Duo stared at what was left of the chandelier and his meal and moved his eyes to stare at Heero, confusion written all over his face, he yelled, "HEERO WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?"
The other Gundam pilots went quiet as Heero hissed, "You..."
"What...?" Wufei asked, katana still in one hand, ready for anything.
"YOU PEOPLE PISS ME OFF!!!!!" Heero roared, rage clearly ringing with every syllable. And with that, he fired one shot, directly at the wall, intentionally missing Duo's head barely.
Duo, out of years of experiance, didn't flinch, but was still shaking with bewilderment. What is causing Heero to suddenly crack?, he thought wonderingly. Sure, Relena broke his heart, but he's been through pretty much everything, why can't he deal with it?
Quatre was mostly in shock, for he had thought he really knew Heero, and knew that he wasn't the kind of person to suddenly turn on his friends. He especially wasn't the kind of person to blame his problems on his friends.
Trowa, for a minute, showed concern on his face, but immediately put on a blank stare, as if it was just another enemy, another mission. Push away all other complications, and this was just another problem that needed a solution. "Mission accepted," he muttered, imitating Heero and amused by the irony of it, as he pulled his gun out of its holster and pointed it straight back at Heero.
Wufei lowered Trowa's gun with his katana and shook his head, "Regardless of the threat, Heero's still our friend, and we're going to have to take him down the old fashion way." He placed his katana back in its sheath, "Besides, it'll be more of a challenge," he smiled as he said that and immediately crouched into a defensive stance.
Trowa scowled, but nodded and followed Wufei's lead.
Heero smirked for the third time that day and answered to the challenge by firing at every living, breathing thing. Shot after shot rang, and Trowa, Duo, and Wufei expertly dodged the oncoming bullets. Quatre, however, too shocked to do anything, moved one second too late, and dark, red blood started pouring from a wound now formed on his left arm.
Duo spiraled around to see Quatre bent over in pain and ran over to Quatre to help him move to a safer spot. Quatre shook his head stubbornly, "Help Trowa and Wufei, Heero's not going down easily." Duo admired his friend's determination and he let out a small smile as he turned and accelerated, catching up with Trowa and Wufei.
Heero, still firing, ran out of bullets and pulled another gun out of nowhere and kept pulling the trigger.
Trowa, dodging every bullet, flipped and took Heero by surprise by suddenly kicking him on the side of the head using his instep from behind, at the same time, Wufei knocked Trowa off his feet by dropping down and using his legs to trip Heero. Heero was then on the ground, gasping for air and muttering every curse known to man. Duo caught up to his comrades and put one foot on Heero's chest. He looked at his suffering face, and hesitated for a moment, but pushed down, forcing all the air out of Heero's lungs, and knocking him unconscious.
Heero's world became as black as the thoughts clouding his mind. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ A/N: OooOOOoO... What happens next? Who knows, I don't even know... But that's okay. R&R!
Disclaimer: Still don't own gundam wing.
chap. 2 ~ locked up feelings
Sorry? Is that all she can say? Sorry?! Sorry for the way she led me on, and left me out to dry after she was finished? Sadness quickly melted into anger, consuming Heero until his head ached with the pain of sorrow.
Instead of making his way to his room, Heero stepped into the small lounge and sat on the leather couch. Quatre, feeling that he should keep an eye on his friend, followed him up the stairs and stood in the doorway, out of Heero's view. The last thing he wanted was Heero trying to kill himself because of all the complications going on.
Heero stared for a long time at nothing, seemingly reflecting. After an undetermined amount of time, he slowly reached deep into the box he had brought up with him and pulled out a small sphere. Within it, there were dark blue clouds swirling endlessly around, surrounded by a pitch-black, dark background.
Heero seemed entranced by the sphere, not blinking or taking his eyes off it. Tension grew in the room, an evil feeling infecting the air, and suddenly a strange force coming from the direction of the sphere knocked Quatre off his feet, landing him on his back. A bright, black light filled the lounge, and Heero was engulfed by the spreading darkness. It hung in the room for a few seconds, then as soon as it had come, the black light disappeared, revealing Heero still sitting on the same couch, and by the looks of it, not injured.
Quatre scrambled to his feet and ran into the lounge, "Heero, Heero, are you okay?" His eyes wide and he looked utterly dishelved as he stood in front of Heero.
Heero looked up and smirked. "I'm fine," he replied curtly and knocked Quatre intentionally on the shoulder as he turned to leave the room.
Quatre was confused at Heero's outburst of anger, but was relieved that his friend was okay. He silently watched Heero march up the stairs to his room. I think it's best to leave him alone, Quatre thought. With a shake of his head, he traveled for the millionth time down the stairs to the dining hall, for he was almost as hungry as Duo. ~~~~~~~~~~~~
Heero walked into his own room, lined with pictures, posters, and plenty of memories. A framed picture of Relena glared at him, boring its way into his mind.
He sat on his bed, and shaking his head he wondered why he got so mad at Quatre, then, as if something had triggered a devilish side, he countered himself, Quatre's so nosy, always asking me about every damn thing that is going on in my life and if I'm ever "okay," Just as Heero thought of one of his friends, he began to ponder about everyone else, Wufei and Duo never shut the hell up with their arguing, and Trowa's always off in the corner, never realizing how much or how little he affects everyone else. While Heero was fuming to himself, he heard Duo's unmistakable yell, "AHHHHHHH, I say we fight for it!"
Heero clutched his head in pain, and dark, murderous thoughts seeped into his mind as he let out a raging roar, bursting throughout the entire mansion. As he finished yelling, he pulled out his gun, and started down the steps to the dining hall... ~~~~~~~~~~~~
In the dining hall, Duo and Wufei were noisily fighting over the last chicken leg.
"Come on Wu-man, I'm starving, and I saw it FIRST!"
"Shut your mouth baka, you know perfectly well that I was about to get it and you suddenly come out of nowhere and try to steal MY chicken!"
"AHHHHHHH, I say we fight for it!" And with that Duo held up his butter knife and with his other hand motioned Wufei to attack.
Wufei let out a small smile and in lightning speed he pulled out his katana, holding it up to Duo's throat, "Get your grimey hands off my chicken, bastard."
Quatre's sweatdropped and Trowa just shook his head, apparently amused. Duo dropped the knife he was holding and held his hands up in defeat, "Alright Wu-man, you got me, you can have your damn chicken."
Wufei smirked and took his prized chicken, munching on every bite, savoring each chew slowly, just to see Duo get angrier and angrier.
The dining hall was about as elaborate as the rest of the Winner mansion, decorated with every collectable and figurine. Frames hung on the cream walls, filled with famous artists' work, such as Van Gough and Picasso. A huge clear, crystal chandelier hung by a pure gold chain. Every crystal glowed with rainbows of colors within the crisp, tear-drop shaped delicate. The sun's reflection was upon every clear surface, save the few deep shadows.
Out of nowhere, a yell erupted throughout the entire mansion, rattling the glasses on the table and the pictures on the walls.
Duo looked at his friends and said, "If I didn't know any better, I'd say that that was - "
"- Heero," Trowa finished for him, staring at the entrance of the dining hall.
Everyone looked up from what they were eating, and saw Heero standing in the arc of the dining hall, one hand holding a gun, cocked, aimed, and ready.
"What in the nine hells..."
Heero simply smirked in response and raised his arm, aiming directly at the chain that held the enormous crystal chandelier to the ceiling. Heero fired, and everything went in slow motion. The chandelier fell, and pieces of crystals went everywhere, shattering at the impact of hitting the large wooden table. Glass flew everywhere, food went spilling through the huge cracks, and chairs were overturned as four very astounded pilots moved away from the crash.
Duo stared at what was left of the chandelier and his meal and moved his eyes to stare at Heero, confusion written all over his face, he yelled, "HEERO WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?"
The other Gundam pilots went quiet as Heero hissed, "You..."
"What...?" Wufei asked, katana still in one hand, ready for anything.
"YOU PEOPLE PISS ME OFF!!!!!" Heero roared, rage clearly ringing with every syllable. And with that, he fired one shot, directly at the wall, intentionally missing Duo's head barely.
Duo, out of years of experiance, didn't flinch, but was still shaking with bewilderment. What is causing Heero to suddenly crack?, he thought wonderingly. Sure, Relena broke his heart, but he's been through pretty much everything, why can't he deal with it?
Quatre was mostly in shock, for he had thought he really knew Heero, and knew that he wasn't the kind of person to suddenly turn on his friends. He especially wasn't the kind of person to blame his problems on his friends.
Trowa, for a minute, showed concern on his face, but immediately put on a blank stare, as if it was just another enemy, another mission. Push away all other complications, and this was just another problem that needed a solution. "Mission accepted," he muttered, imitating Heero and amused by the irony of it, as he pulled his gun out of its holster and pointed it straight back at Heero.
Wufei lowered Trowa's gun with his katana and shook his head, "Regardless of the threat, Heero's still our friend, and we're going to have to take him down the old fashion way." He placed his katana back in its sheath, "Besides, it'll be more of a challenge," he smiled as he said that and immediately crouched into a defensive stance.
Trowa scowled, but nodded and followed Wufei's lead.
Heero smirked for the third time that day and answered to the challenge by firing at every living, breathing thing. Shot after shot rang, and Trowa, Duo, and Wufei expertly dodged the oncoming bullets. Quatre, however, too shocked to do anything, moved one second too late, and dark, red blood started pouring from a wound now formed on his left arm.
Duo spiraled around to see Quatre bent over in pain and ran over to Quatre to help him move to a safer spot. Quatre shook his head stubbornly, "Help Trowa and Wufei, Heero's not going down easily." Duo admired his friend's determination and he let out a small smile as he turned and accelerated, catching up with Trowa and Wufei.
Heero, still firing, ran out of bullets and pulled another gun out of nowhere and kept pulling the trigger.
Trowa, dodging every bullet, flipped and took Heero by surprise by suddenly kicking him on the side of the head using his instep from behind, at the same time, Wufei knocked Trowa off his feet by dropping down and using his legs to trip Heero. Heero was then on the ground, gasping for air and muttering every curse known to man. Duo caught up to his comrades and put one foot on Heero's chest. He looked at his suffering face, and hesitated for a moment, but pushed down, forcing all the air out of Heero's lungs, and knocking him unconscious.
Heero's world became as black as the thoughts clouding his mind. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ A/N: OooOOOoO... What happens next? Who knows, I don't even know... But that's okay. R&R!