DISCLAIMER: I do not own Gundam Wing or Sailor Moon or the characters in
them. It is a sad day we live in. (STORY COMPLETE) Like I said. Just a
short story. Don't expect much of it.
Heero crept silently through the corridors. Making his way through the base and silently doing away with anyone he came across. He couldn't tell anyone where he was going this time. It was too dangerous. And they might have tried to stop him. Or worse, tried to help him.
Just any soldier couldn't complete these kinds of missions. It was a suicide mission. A mission with the least possible chance of survival. But it had to be done. And he had promised himself long ago that he would no longer allow innocents to be harmed unnecessarily. Also, he had nothing left behind for him in the world that would make him regret taking the mission.
Well, save one. He had to admit he would much rather be at his favorite café right now. Eating some of Makoto's home cooking. And spending a little time with her. Even though nothing would ever happen between them.
He tried to shake those thoughts and feelings from his head. But was unsuccessful. He reflected on the girl that had worked her way into his heart. First with her cooking, and then with her heart.
She was everything to him. She was his world. She was cheerful, happy, and content in the world. She put up no fronts, no masks hiding her true nature from the world. As so many people did. She was pure in everything she did. Her innocence made her beauty even more radiant. Despite having a somewhat difficult past, as he had found out by looking up her files. She had lost her parents to a plane crash when she was younger. But that never changed who she was. He had not been so fortunate.
Something he had always wanted to be. Real. And something he could never be. Not so long as there were missions to be completed. Missions like these. It was his job to do it. He could not allow an innocent to get hurt in this mission. Or any mission. Not while he could do something about it.
He put his hand over his pocket. Holding the CD with the necessary information he needed. Consciously making sure it was still there. Getting inside the base was the easy part. Getting out was the hard part.
Alarms started buzzing about everywhere. Sending people running about panicking. So they had finally figured out that there was an intruder. He wondered just how many unconscious bodies they had to come across before they came to that conclusion.
Soldiers screamed over the insistent buzzing of the alarms. Pointing toward him and firing guns in his direction. He felt one of the bullets hit him as he ran down the corridors.
He could not fail this mission. He could not die. He was doing this for everyone. For all the innocents. For peace. For the good of the future. For Makoto.
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Makoto sighed as the last of her customers left the café. She placed the clean dishes on the shelves and the dirty ones in the scullery as she prepared to close for the night. It had been a month now since he was last here. She still fixed his meal. Waiting for him to show up. Even if it was looking a little grim.
The guy didn't even have any feelings for her anyway. Her friends would just tell her that she was leaning on a false hope. But it wasn't false. It was not a crush anymore. It had developed too more than that. For her anyway.
Despite everything, she grinned to herself. She had always fallen for the unobtainable guys. The taken ones. Or the ones not interested in her. On a better note, this guy reminded her nothing of her old boyfriend.
The door chimed as someone walked in. She continued to place dishes and cook ware away. "Sorry. We just closed."
"Makoto. . ."
She froze at the voice. The all to familiar cold voice. She turned around slowly, unsure if she were hearing things and not wanting to put all her hopes up. "Heero?" She turned about to see his silhouette against the glass windows and door in the dim lighting.
"Makoto. . ." He repeated. He took a few unstable steps forward. Looking to be holding something. Holding his shoulder.
She looked at him happily, a huge smile breaking over her face. She walked eagerly toward him, but paused when she saw what he was holding. He seemed a bit pale. And his jacket and shirt was stained with. . .was that blood? She ran toward him and helped him to steady himself in case he should fall.
"Heero! What happened? Your hurt!" She helped him into a booth and took his jacket and shirt off to get a better look at the wound. A gunshot wound. "I'll call an ambulance!" She stood up.
"No!" He grabbed her arm as she stood up. She looked at him questioningly. "Hospitals ask questions. Questions that I cannot answer." She looked at him doubtfully. He let out what almost sounded like a laugh. Disguised as a cough. "Its not as bad as it looks. The bullet went all the way through."
She nodded her head and went to get some first aid supplies. How did he get a gunshot wound? That guy did say Heero was a preventer. Could he have been on a mission? She retrieved the first aid kit and returned to clean the wound.
She sat down next to him and started to clean the wound. Indeed it had gone all the way through. And it had stopped bleeding for the most part. "A good thing my friend taught me everything about first aid." She said as she cleaned the old blood away from the wound so she could get a better look at it.
She had always known the guy was rather built. Not really noticeably but still lean in muscle tone. But his chest and back were also covered in scars. Jesus, what did this guy go through? I fought Youma's and died and I wasn't this badly hurt! She realized that they were probably from a great deal many battles.
She looked looked worriedly at him. He still looked rather pale. She cleaned and dressed the wound. He didn't wince at all. She wondered if he would even have realized he was shot had he not been bleeding?
He looked at her worried glances at his wound. "Don't worry. I've had much worse and survived. I'll be okay." He said in his normal monotone voice. But a look in his eyes showed something of appreciation.
"Come on." She helped him up with his good shoulder. He refused to lean on her at first, but she pulled him purposely closer so he would have to. He gave in and she led him around the back to some stairs. "My apartment is up stairs. I'm going to get you into a bed."
He opened his mouth to say something. She glared in his direction and he closed his mouth. Damn. She could glare when she wanted to. Slowly moving up the stairs, she opened a door and led him inside to a bed. He sat down on it. She sat down next to him.
"Heero? How did you get shot?" She asked cautiously. He looked like he might only grunt in response. He shook his head sadly
"I was on mission. I'm a soldier." He replied. She nodded her head in acceptance to this.
"What about the other scars on your body?" She put a hand on his shoulder and ran a hand over his arm before she realized what she was doing. She clasped her hands together hastily and kept them in her lap.
"I was trained from a very young age to be a soldier. The perfect soldier. The scars come with the experience." He told her the truth. He didn't look at her. He clenched the fist of his good arm and closed his eyes in thought. "So often I am called to missions that are too difficult for normal soldiers. Suicide missions. It was what I was made for. I have no family or obligations to hold me back. Made to have nothing to stop me from completing the mission at all costs no matter the consequences."
He looked at her. She seemed about ready to cry and she stared at her hands. She looked up at him. "Heero. . ." She began. But seemed unsure as how to continue. "Heero, you have a reason to live." She wiped the tears from her eyes and gave a false smile to him. "You know what you need?"
"Hn?" He looked at her as she stood up from the bed.
"Some Chicken Noodle Soup! It makes everything better!" She exclaimed cheerily. She seemed determined to make him feel better.
"Actually, it makes cold's better." He corrected her with a smirk.
"Maybe so. But could you really say no to my perfect cooking? As you so called it before?" She grinned at him and made her way out of the room.
"You make it perfect." He said before he could stop himself. He instantly regretted saying it. He looked at her as she turned around to him at the comment. He felt better when he saw her smile. A real smile this time. She came back and sat back down on the bed with him.
"You know Heero, I like you a lot. Love you even. For a long time. You have always been there for me. Even if you never saw it like that." She blushed slightly and fiddled with her hands. "So how about some perfect food for the perfect soldier?"
"Sounds perfect." He smirked at her.
She put a hand on his arm again and leaned toward him. Heero was too shocked to do anything. She leaned into him and kissed him softly, closing her eyes. Heero's eyes were still open. A little to shocked by this turn of events to process anything. He didn't think she would be the one to do that.
She let go of him and blushed. "Sorry." She mumbled and stood up. About to go get some food. He grabbed her arm and pulled her back down on the bed again. Leaning into her this time. He kissed her. Her arms wrapped themselves around his neck as he held her chin.
"Mmmm." She said as he released her. She looked at him smiling. Her arms still around him. "What was that for?"
Heero smiled at her. "Desert."
"Would you like seconds?" She asked curiously. Still aware of his hurt shoulder, she pulled him down on the bed on top of her as they shared a more passionate kiss. Where they would spend the rest of the night together. (You people can imagine whatever you like.) They were. . .perfect.
FIN.
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Like I said. Just a short story. Not much to it. I really don't like the story. But I wrote it anyway. What do you think? Bad? Sucks? Horrible? All flames accepted. R&R please.
Heero crept silently through the corridors. Making his way through the base and silently doing away with anyone he came across. He couldn't tell anyone where he was going this time. It was too dangerous. And they might have tried to stop him. Or worse, tried to help him.
Just any soldier couldn't complete these kinds of missions. It was a suicide mission. A mission with the least possible chance of survival. But it had to be done. And he had promised himself long ago that he would no longer allow innocents to be harmed unnecessarily. Also, he had nothing left behind for him in the world that would make him regret taking the mission.
Well, save one. He had to admit he would much rather be at his favorite café right now. Eating some of Makoto's home cooking. And spending a little time with her. Even though nothing would ever happen between them.
He tried to shake those thoughts and feelings from his head. But was unsuccessful. He reflected on the girl that had worked her way into his heart. First with her cooking, and then with her heart.
She was everything to him. She was his world. She was cheerful, happy, and content in the world. She put up no fronts, no masks hiding her true nature from the world. As so many people did. She was pure in everything she did. Her innocence made her beauty even more radiant. Despite having a somewhat difficult past, as he had found out by looking up her files. She had lost her parents to a plane crash when she was younger. But that never changed who she was. He had not been so fortunate.
Something he had always wanted to be. Real. And something he could never be. Not so long as there were missions to be completed. Missions like these. It was his job to do it. He could not allow an innocent to get hurt in this mission. Or any mission. Not while he could do something about it.
He put his hand over his pocket. Holding the CD with the necessary information he needed. Consciously making sure it was still there. Getting inside the base was the easy part. Getting out was the hard part.
Alarms started buzzing about everywhere. Sending people running about panicking. So they had finally figured out that there was an intruder. He wondered just how many unconscious bodies they had to come across before they came to that conclusion.
Soldiers screamed over the insistent buzzing of the alarms. Pointing toward him and firing guns in his direction. He felt one of the bullets hit him as he ran down the corridors.
He could not fail this mission. He could not die. He was doing this for everyone. For all the innocents. For peace. For the good of the future. For Makoto.
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Makoto sighed as the last of her customers left the café. She placed the clean dishes on the shelves and the dirty ones in the scullery as she prepared to close for the night. It had been a month now since he was last here. She still fixed his meal. Waiting for him to show up. Even if it was looking a little grim.
The guy didn't even have any feelings for her anyway. Her friends would just tell her that she was leaning on a false hope. But it wasn't false. It was not a crush anymore. It had developed too more than that. For her anyway.
Despite everything, she grinned to herself. She had always fallen for the unobtainable guys. The taken ones. Or the ones not interested in her. On a better note, this guy reminded her nothing of her old boyfriend.
The door chimed as someone walked in. She continued to place dishes and cook ware away. "Sorry. We just closed."
"Makoto. . ."
She froze at the voice. The all to familiar cold voice. She turned around slowly, unsure if she were hearing things and not wanting to put all her hopes up. "Heero?" She turned about to see his silhouette against the glass windows and door in the dim lighting.
"Makoto. . ." He repeated. He took a few unstable steps forward. Looking to be holding something. Holding his shoulder.
She looked at him happily, a huge smile breaking over her face. She walked eagerly toward him, but paused when she saw what he was holding. He seemed a bit pale. And his jacket and shirt was stained with. . .was that blood? She ran toward him and helped him to steady himself in case he should fall.
"Heero! What happened? Your hurt!" She helped him into a booth and took his jacket and shirt off to get a better look at the wound. A gunshot wound. "I'll call an ambulance!" She stood up.
"No!" He grabbed her arm as she stood up. She looked at him questioningly. "Hospitals ask questions. Questions that I cannot answer." She looked at him doubtfully. He let out what almost sounded like a laugh. Disguised as a cough. "Its not as bad as it looks. The bullet went all the way through."
She nodded her head and went to get some first aid supplies. How did he get a gunshot wound? That guy did say Heero was a preventer. Could he have been on a mission? She retrieved the first aid kit and returned to clean the wound.
She sat down next to him and started to clean the wound. Indeed it had gone all the way through. And it had stopped bleeding for the most part. "A good thing my friend taught me everything about first aid." She said as she cleaned the old blood away from the wound so she could get a better look at it.
She had always known the guy was rather built. Not really noticeably but still lean in muscle tone. But his chest and back were also covered in scars. Jesus, what did this guy go through? I fought Youma's and died and I wasn't this badly hurt! She realized that they were probably from a great deal many battles.
She looked looked worriedly at him. He still looked rather pale. She cleaned and dressed the wound. He didn't wince at all. She wondered if he would even have realized he was shot had he not been bleeding?
He looked at her worried glances at his wound. "Don't worry. I've had much worse and survived. I'll be okay." He said in his normal monotone voice. But a look in his eyes showed something of appreciation.
"Come on." She helped him up with his good shoulder. He refused to lean on her at first, but she pulled him purposely closer so he would have to. He gave in and she led him around the back to some stairs. "My apartment is up stairs. I'm going to get you into a bed."
He opened his mouth to say something. She glared in his direction and he closed his mouth. Damn. She could glare when she wanted to. Slowly moving up the stairs, she opened a door and led him inside to a bed. He sat down on it. She sat down next to him.
"Heero? How did you get shot?" She asked cautiously. He looked like he might only grunt in response. He shook his head sadly
"I was on mission. I'm a soldier." He replied. She nodded her head in acceptance to this.
"What about the other scars on your body?" She put a hand on his shoulder and ran a hand over his arm before she realized what she was doing. She clasped her hands together hastily and kept them in her lap.
"I was trained from a very young age to be a soldier. The perfect soldier. The scars come with the experience." He told her the truth. He didn't look at her. He clenched the fist of his good arm and closed his eyes in thought. "So often I am called to missions that are too difficult for normal soldiers. Suicide missions. It was what I was made for. I have no family or obligations to hold me back. Made to have nothing to stop me from completing the mission at all costs no matter the consequences."
He looked at her. She seemed about ready to cry and she stared at her hands. She looked up at him. "Heero. . ." She began. But seemed unsure as how to continue. "Heero, you have a reason to live." She wiped the tears from her eyes and gave a false smile to him. "You know what you need?"
"Hn?" He looked at her as she stood up from the bed.
"Some Chicken Noodle Soup! It makes everything better!" She exclaimed cheerily. She seemed determined to make him feel better.
"Actually, it makes cold's better." He corrected her with a smirk.
"Maybe so. But could you really say no to my perfect cooking? As you so called it before?" She grinned at him and made her way out of the room.
"You make it perfect." He said before he could stop himself. He instantly regretted saying it. He looked at her as she turned around to him at the comment. He felt better when he saw her smile. A real smile this time. She came back and sat back down on the bed with him.
"You know Heero, I like you a lot. Love you even. For a long time. You have always been there for me. Even if you never saw it like that." She blushed slightly and fiddled with her hands. "So how about some perfect food for the perfect soldier?"
"Sounds perfect." He smirked at her.
She put a hand on his arm again and leaned toward him. Heero was too shocked to do anything. She leaned into him and kissed him softly, closing her eyes. Heero's eyes were still open. A little to shocked by this turn of events to process anything. He didn't think she would be the one to do that.
She let go of him and blushed. "Sorry." She mumbled and stood up. About to go get some food. He grabbed her arm and pulled her back down on the bed again. Leaning into her this time. He kissed her. Her arms wrapped themselves around his neck as he held her chin.
"Mmmm." She said as he released her. She looked at him smiling. Her arms still around him. "What was that for?"
Heero smiled at her. "Desert."
"Would you like seconds?" She asked curiously. Still aware of his hurt shoulder, she pulled him down on the bed on top of her as they shared a more passionate kiss. Where they would spend the rest of the night together. (You people can imagine whatever you like.) They were. . .perfect.
FIN.
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Like I said. Just a short story. Not much to it. I really don't like the story. But I wrote it anyway. What do you think? Bad? Sucks? Horrible? All flames accepted. R&R please.
