Authoress rants:
Sheero: hi all!! This one is version 2.0 as well!!
Pyro: still neither blood nor violence.
Sheero: same rules apply as in the first one.
Pyro: but now there is a new rule. Read this and then read my fics! The name is pyro_shinigami1
Sheero: that isn't a rule.
Pyro: it is now!
Sheero: . on with the fic.
Chapter 2-title here
(Heero's POV)
"Are you the one that brought me here" I ask Zechs.
Still smirking he replies "Yes. You self-destructed. Every one thought that you died, ever your comrades."
I blink. What is he talking about..
"What comrades?" I ask him. Seriously.no clue to whom he is referring.
He blinks back at me. Apparently shocked that I didn't seem to understand what he was saying. "You know. the other Gundam pilots? Your allies."
I don't respond just glare at him as though he should already have known that they are a bunch of wusses and that I should NEVER be compared to one of those bakas.
"Well on any account, I'm amazed that you're still alive. You had so many broken and bruised bones not to mention internal injuries" He moves his hand out to touch my bandages. "Some of the soldiers here think that you're not human." He smirks at the thought.
'The soldiers here'? I guess that means this is a base. Figures.
I stare at him with emotionless eyes. "I'm not a human. I'm a solider." I state to him.
He blinks stunted again at my words. "That's strong words for a kid." He looks me over. "It seems that I took up the wrong opinion on you during our battles."
I remain silent after that and just stare at his hand that was still resting on my chest. Noticing my discomfort he moves his hand back to his side and kneels down to the side of the bed so he could look me in the eye.
"You like you've been through almost as many battles as I have even though you're only, what, fifteen?" He questions.
Again I just look at him not answering. If I don't talk then I can't get into any more of a mess than I already am in, right?
He smiles slightly at me. "Hmm. Don't talk much do you?"
I blush and look away from him again.
I am NOT sitting here in a bed listening to my enemy rant about me. God, I so fucked up my mission.
He continues to look at me for a few more moments before he gets up and says. "Fine. I'll be back later to see if you're feeling any better." He then proceeded to leave through the door he came in. I hear it lock after he left.
Even after he left I continue to think about his eyes. They are the most beautiful things I ever saw. Not only that but I swear that those crystals could see through all the lies I ever made. But that is too much thinking for now. At the moment I need to get out and then I can have time to reflect on the recent events.
I look around the room again. There seems to be no other escape rout except for the door that Zechs has so kindly locked. I wonder if he doesn't want me to leave for other reasons than that I'm a Gundam pilot. . . Ack! Thoughts betraying me!
I look to my right and.ah! A window! Finally! A way to get out.
"Perfect." I say to myself.
Out side the window is a white sheet of snow. Kind of like if I was at one of Earth's poles. Duh. I mentally hit myself for not thinking of that sooner. That's exactly where they would take a highly dangerous terrorist.smart Heero.
I then think about how I'm going to survive even for a little while out there in the snow. I look at what I'm wearing and see that besides the bandages all around my chest and my spandex shorts I'm not wearing anything.
This is not a good chain of events. Not that it matters any way. I get up off the bed and notice a heavy light green jacket. Well better than nothing I guess. I put it on. Its way too big but I don't care. I go back to the window next to the bed.
Well here goes nothing. I open the latch and open it. Somewhere I'm thinking that there HAVE to be security around here and that I'm not going to get very far, but I ignore that premonition and continue out into the freezing air.
(Zechs' POV)
"Zechs I know you won't fail me" A dark short brown haired man in his late 30's said with all to seriousness over the computer to me.
I lazily brushed my white blond hair over my shoulder and just shrug. "I don't see why you, of all people, would want a Gundam pilot so badly Treize."
He just glares at me in response. I smirk back.
"He has information AND enough fighting skills to match even your own, Zechs." He growled under his voice. "I don't see why you are so offensive about this order. I thought that you would jump at this opportunity."
I continue to smirk. This mission that I have proposed before me, normally I WOULD jump at it, but I seem to be out of character ever since I met that kid.
"Well?" Treize asks. "Will you recruit the Gundam pilot 01 or will you let him be executed along with the others?"
I quit smirking at the thought of the kid being shot from behind covered in his own blood. Somehow I don't think he would ever accept a death like that. I look at Treize again. "Fine, I'll make the kid join OZ." I smirk at him and then ask. "any ideas how though?"
He glares at me and responds harshly. "You can use any means necessary, as long as he trusts you enough to join."
I huff at him for such a blunt reply but then begin to smirk as some very kinky thoughts came to me of how I could make him 'trust' me. That was when I noticed the security alarm go off.
"What is going on, Zechs?" Treize asks me.
"Oh shit.I should have known he would have done something like this."
"What is going on?" he says angrily at me.
"It seems your 'new recruit' has just broken out." I say to him.
"Well go and get him!" he practically yells.
I need no further motivation and am already half way out the door to chase after him. If he dies then neither mine nor Treize's plans will work.
(Heero's POV)
Great.
I feel another cold wind blow against me and I shiver again. Damn is it cold.I collapse in the snow, my muscles no longer wanting to do what I tell them to.
My vision begins to blur out. I think about Zechs and how he seemed so worried about me. or at least how he cared about me more than any other human alive has before.
The last thing I remember is a figure in the distance yelling something that I couldn't quite make out. All I could really see was their long white hair.
"Zechs...?"
And then It all went black.
TBC
Sheero: Kay guys! How was it? I fucked with the plot line some.. ah well it's all good.
Pyro: yes! Deceit! Lies! Much better!
Sheero: I only did it to gain some form of a plot.
Pyro: v.v it's true you did need a plot. It sucked balls.
Sheero: T.T well at least it is good criticizing, right?
Pyro: it WAS an insult.
Sheero: *begins to cry in a corner*
REVIEW OR THE PLOT BUNNIES WILL STOP COMING TO ME IN MY SLEEP!!!!
Sheero: hi all!! This one is version 2.0 as well!!
Pyro: still neither blood nor violence.
Sheero: same rules apply as in the first one.
Pyro: but now there is a new rule. Read this and then read my fics! The name is pyro_shinigami1
Sheero: that isn't a rule.
Pyro: it is now!
Sheero: . on with the fic.
Chapter 2-title here
(Heero's POV)
"Are you the one that brought me here" I ask Zechs.
Still smirking he replies "Yes. You self-destructed. Every one thought that you died, ever your comrades."
I blink. What is he talking about..
"What comrades?" I ask him. Seriously.no clue to whom he is referring.
He blinks back at me. Apparently shocked that I didn't seem to understand what he was saying. "You know. the other Gundam pilots? Your allies."
I don't respond just glare at him as though he should already have known that they are a bunch of wusses and that I should NEVER be compared to one of those bakas.
"Well on any account, I'm amazed that you're still alive. You had so many broken and bruised bones not to mention internal injuries" He moves his hand out to touch my bandages. "Some of the soldiers here think that you're not human." He smirks at the thought.
'The soldiers here'? I guess that means this is a base. Figures.
I stare at him with emotionless eyes. "I'm not a human. I'm a solider." I state to him.
He blinks stunted again at my words. "That's strong words for a kid." He looks me over. "It seems that I took up the wrong opinion on you during our battles."
I remain silent after that and just stare at his hand that was still resting on my chest. Noticing my discomfort he moves his hand back to his side and kneels down to the side of the bed so he could look me in the eye.
"You like you've been through almost as many battles as I have even though you're only, what, fifteen?" He questions.
Again I just look at him not answering. If I don't talk then I can't get into any more of a mess than I already am in, right?
He smiles slightly at me. "Hmm. Don't talk much do you?"
I blush and look away from him again.
I am NOT sitting here in a bed listening to my enemy rant about me. God, I so fucked up my mission.
He continues to look at me for a few more moments before he gets up and says. "Fine. I'll be back later to see if you're feeling any better." He then proceeded to leave through the door he came in. I hear it lock after he left.
Even after he left I continue to think about his eyes. They are the most beautiful things I ever saw. Not only that but I swear that those crystals could see through all the lies I ever made. But that is too much thinking for now. At the moment I need to get out and then I can have time to reflect on the recent events.
I look around the room again. There seems to be no other escape rout except for the door that Zechs has so kindly locked. I wonder if he doesn't want me to leave for other reasons than that I'm a Gundam pilot. . . Ack! Thoughts betraying me!
I look to my right and.ah! A window! Finally! A way to get out.
"Perfect." I say to myself.
Out side the window is a white sheet of snow. Kind of like if I was at one of Earth's poles. Duh. I mentally hit myself for not thinking of that sooner. That's exactly where they would take a highly dangerous terrorist.smart Heero.
I then think about how I'm going to survive even for a little while out there in the snow. I look at what I'm wearing and see that besides the bandages all around my chest and my spandex shorts I'm not wearing anything.
This is not a good chain of events. Not that it matters any way. I get up off the bed and notice a heavy light green jacket. Well better than nothing I guess. I put it on. Its way too big but I don't care. I go back to the window next to the bed.
Well here goes nothing. I open the latch and open it. Somewhere I'm thinking that there HAVE to be security around here and that I'm not going to get very far, but I ignore that premonition and continue out into the freezing air.
(Zechs' POV)
"Zechs I know you won't fail me" A dark short brown haired man in his late 30's said with all to seriousness over the computer to me.
I lazily brushed my white blond hair over my shoulder and just shrug. "I don't see why you, of all people, would want a Gundam pilot so badly Treize."
He just glares at me in response. I smirk back.
"He has information AND enough fighting skills to match even your own, Zechs." He growled under his voice. "I don't see why you are so offensive about this order. I thought that you would jump at this opportunity."
I continue to smirk. This mission that I have proposed before me, normally I WOULD jump at it, but I seem to be out of character ever since I met that kid.
"Well?" Treize asks. "Will you recruit the Gundam pilot 01 or will you let him be executed along with the others?"
I quit smirking at the thought of the kid being shot from behind covered in his own blood. Somehow I don't think he would ever accept a death like that. I look at Treize again. "Fine, I'll make the kid join OZ." I smirk at him and then ask. "any ideas how though?"
He glares at me and responds harshly. "You can use any means necessary, as long as he trusts you enough to join."
I huff at him for such a blunt reply but then begin to smirk as some very kinky thoughts came to me of how I could make him 'trust' me. That was when I noticed the security alarm go off.
"What is going on, Zechs?" Treize asks me.
"Oh shit.I should have known he would have done something like this."
"What is going on?" he says angrily at me.
"It seems your 'new recruit' has just broken out." I say to him.
"Well go and get him!" he practically yells.
I need no further motivation and am already half way out the door to chase after him. If he dies then neither mine nor Treize's plans will work.
(Heero's POV)
Great.
I feel another cold wind blow against me and I shiver again. Damn is it cold.I collapse in the snow, my muscles no longer wanting to do what I tell them to.
My vision begins to blur out. I think about Zechs and how he seemed so worried about me. or at least how he cared about me more than any other human alive has before.
The last thing I remember is a figure in the distance yelling something that I couldn't quite make out. All I could really see was their long white hair.
"Zechs...?"
And then It all went black.
TBC
Sheero: Kay guys! How was it? I fucked with the plot line some.. ah well it's all good.
Pyro: yes! Deceit! Lies! Much better!
Sheero: I only did it to gain some form of a plot.
Pyro: v.v it's true you did need a plot. It sucked balls.
Sheero: T.T well at least it is good criticizing, right?
Pyro: it WAS an insult.
Sheero: *begins to cry in a corner*
REVIEW OR THE PLOT BUNNIES WILL STOP COMING TO ME IN MY SLEEP!!!!
