Heero Yuy cared little for whatever the teacher had to say, he knew
whatever the teacher had to teach. So what was the point of this, he kept
wondering to himself.
One - he was considered to young to live on his own, and Two - the Government was forcing him to do this. Though the latter of his situation was more complicating to explain, than the first.
His hair was in a disarrayed mess, but was dark brown. The length of it was just enough to cover part of his eyes, which were cobalt blue with an equally steely gaze. He wore a worn out pair of jeans, and green tank top. Outside was cold, snowing like no tomorrow. Though he couldn't care, in fact his heart was probably colder the snow that was floating down outside.
He spent the class time by gazing out through the window, and sweared to himself that he was going insane living this way. He thought he saw a single winged angel; land outside dressed unfit for the weather before disappearing out of his sight. She was looking around as if she was waiting for someone.
This happened to be the last class of the day; he could investigate this when this was over.
Right now Prison sounded better, than going to School at the moment.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Zenith the records say that Heero is" Sandra was waving the papers and records.
"I should've known, no wonder you might need some help" she took only a glance to deduce what the problem was.
She reviewed her options, if this "Heero Yuy" wasn't going to care enough for his own life she might have to go to extremes.
Arch Angels and beginning angels were excellent healers, and very good at levitating spells. Devils were good at mind games, and creating all sorts of illness to inflict on humans. She on the other hands was a horrible at healing; the best she could do was just enough to heal a scrape. Well at least she made it up for being a prodigy telepath, and for the skills she had when it came to illusions.
She had to get to know this "Heero" better; maybe she could send Sandra a message if it is okay for her to take a physical form.
"Sandra ask the boss if we are allowed to take a physical form," Zenith quickly asked, handing her back the papers.
"Neither of us are allowed to Zenith" Zenith dropped to both knees at her protest.
"Just ask if at least I can take a temporary solid form, even if it is just for school hours," how could Sandra resist the begging angel. She nodded a yes and flew off towards the skies.
Zenith relaxed a bit, leaning against the school walls for support. "Great the person I'm helping Sandra with is a suicidal person with the skills of an assassin and a temperament of an iceberg" she thought a slight bit bitter. Though she was determined to see this through the end, even if it was her own.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Heero looked at the area that he thought he saw the one wing angel. The snow was untouched, except it had his own footprints from his trademark yellow shoes. He frowned a bit, his eyes didn't play tricks, nor did the concrete evidence that was front of him. Changing his frown into an indifferent line on his face, he began walking home. There wasn't much to his home, three rooms that was provide to him thanks to the government. Oh how the government wanted to keep him from causing trouble, but it came with a good deal on his part. If he just stayed out of trouble for a year more his past records would be erased clean, and he could move a lot easier through different countries.
Then again he questioned himself for agreeing to it in the first place, he could have easily just gone in and erase his files himself. Maybe he could just destroyed their entire database to be sure, but that was just plain overkill.
He reached his small home, that was cast slightly into the forest. It was more of a log house, but a houses was a house. Just as a home was home, which was something he didn't have. He shook his head, he was supposed to have emotions. His mast mentor trained the living heart out of him from pouring out any type of emotion so why now?
Being so absorbed in his thoughts, he stumbled over a collection of limbs of his way home. It was covered in a think layer of snow, a pair of worn out jeans, and beige long sleeved turtleneck. The skin was blue or at least turning blue. He careful picked her up, shoving off the snow that was on her. Now fumbling for his keys, he opened the door.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
She felt her body dropped onto the cold snow, well the snow wasn't really cold. It was freezing cold that you could throw water out of bucket, and it freeze before it even got out of the bucket itself. She collapsed before even reaching the house of Heero Yuy. Sandra had to be having a heart attack, from the very start she knew that fallen Zenith would make a mistake somewhere. She cursed herself for waving it off as bad Karma.
Over her numbed nerves she felt someone picked her up, they weren't warm but rather just as numb as she was. It was carrying her towards the direction of the Heero Yuy residence. A jingling of keys told her that he needed a lock out in this wilderness, maybe he was a bit too paranoid. If she could've moved her head it would have nodded a no, being paranoid was something good when you were asked to kill or be killed.
Zeniths body landed softly against the cushions of the green couch. A blanket was placed on her, it was becoming obvious that he was invulnerable to most things. Therefore the lack of blankets she wished that she had on her body. Which there was only one, but it was decently thick.
Find a small bit of energy she wanted to say something, but promptly shut herself up. If she was telepath, then gained a physical form she would no doubt wouldn't be able to use her voice.
She shifted slightly, trying to get comfortable. That didn't work out so well, she was a bit to near the edge of the couch. About to fall off, that is, before the person who carried her in nudge her gently as possible to the back of the couch. More sounds of dishes banging against each other, and a table scraping against the floor came to her ears.
"Can you open your mouth" a voice asked, indifferent and slight coldness underlying it.
She compiled, and warm liquid was poured into her throat. Chicken soup she guessed, and for the past thirty minutes this continued until she could sit up. When she finally saw his face, she recognized it as Heero Yuy's face. He dropped the spoon into the bowl, and looked at her.
"Can you speak?" it was more of a demand than anything else.
She nodded a no, and even tried to speak. A tiny squeak came out of her voice box. He shook his head, he had a lot of work ahead of him. He lifted the covers that was her blanket, once again another squeak came from the girl next to him. He kept his view opposite of where the girl was laying.
"You are going to freeze to death" he said, making sure that any signs of worry wasn't present in his voice.
Another squeak, and silence resumed among the room.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Heero woke up early, and silently prayed to whoever was out there that it was Saturday. He felt it in his bones, this was going to be a long day if he had to take care of a mute child.
What in the world was he going to do?
One - he was considered to young to live on his own, and Two - the Government was forcing him to do this. Though the latter of his situation was more complicating to explain, than the first.
His hair was in a disarrayed mess, but was dark brown. The length of it was just enough to cover part of his eyes, which were cobalt blue with an equally steely gaze. He wore a worn out pair of jeans, and green tank top. Outside was cold, snowing like no tomorrow. Though he couldn't care, in fact his heart was probably colder the snow that was floating down outside.
He spent the class time by gazing out through the window, and sweared to himself that he was going insane living this way. He thought he saw a single winged angel; land outside dressed unfit for the weather before disappearing out of his sight. She was looking around as if she was waiting for someone.
This happened to be the last class of the day; he could investigate this when this was over.
Right now Prison sounded better, than going to School at the moment.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Zenith the records say that Heero is" Sandra was waving the papers and records.
"I should've known, no wonder you might need some help" she took only a glance to deduce what the problem was.
She reviewed her options, if this "Heero Yuy" wasn't going to care enough for his own life she might have to go to extremes.
Arch Angels and beginning angels were excellent healers, and very good at levitating spells. Devils were good at mind games, and creating all sorts of illness to inflict on humans. She on the other hands was a horrible at healing; the best she could do was just enough to heal a scrape. Well at least she made it up for being a prodigy telepath, and for the skills she had when it came to illusions.
She had to get to know this "Heero" better; maybe she could send Sandra a message if it is okay for her to take a physical form.
"Sandra ask the boss if we are allowed to take a physical form," Zenith quickly asked, handing her back the papers.
"Neither of us are allowed to Zenith" Zenith dropped to both knees at her protest.
"Just ask if at least I can take a temporary solid form, even if it is just for school hours," how could Sandra resist the begging angel. She nodded a yes and flew off towards the skies.
Zenith relaxed a bit, leaning against the school walls for support. "Great the person I'm helping Sandra with is a suicidal person with the skills of an assassin and a temperament of an iceberg" she thought a slight bit bitter. Though she was determined to see this through the end, even if it was her own.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Heero looked at the area that he thought he saw the one wing angel. The snow was untouched, except it had his own footprints from his trademark yellow shoes. He frowned a bit, his eyes didn't play tricks, nor did the concrete evidence that was front of him. Changing his frown into an indifferent line on his face, he began walking home. There wasn't much to his home, three rooms that was provide to him thanks to the government. Oh how the government wanted to keep him from causing trouble, but it came with a good deal on his part. If he just stayed out of trouble for a year more his past records would be erased clean, and he could move a lot easier through different countries.
Then again he questioned himself for agreeing to it in the first place, he could have easily just gone in and erase his files himself. Maybe he could just destroyed their entire database to be sure, but that was just plain overkill.
He reached his small home, that was cast slightly into the forest. It was more of a log house, but a houses was a house. Just as a home was home, which was something he didn't have. He shook his head, he was supposed to have emotions. His mast mentor trained the living heart out of him from pouring out any type of emotion so why now?
Being so absorbed in his thoughts, he stumbled over a collection of limbs of his way home. It was covered in a think layer of snow, a pair of worn out jeans, and beige long sleeved turtleneck. The skin was blue or at least turning blue. He careful picked her up, shoving off the snow that was on her. Now fumbling for his keys, he opened the door.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
She felt her body dropped onto the cold snow, well the snow wasn't really cold. It was freezing cold that you could throw water out of bucket, and it freeze before it even got out of the bucket itself. She collapsed before even reaching the house of Heero Yuy. Sandra had to be having a heart attack, from the very start she knew that fallen Zenith would make a mistake somewhere. She cursed herself for waving it off as bad Karma.
Over her numbed nerves she felt someone picked her up, they weren't warm but rather just as numb as she was. It was carrying her towards the direction of the Heero Yuy residence. A jingling of keys told her that he needed a lock out in this wilderness, maybe he was a bit too paranoid. If she could've moved her head it would have nodded a no, being paranoid was something good when you were asked to kill or be killed.
Zeniths body landed softly against the cushions of the green couch. A blanket was placed on her, it was becoming obvious that he was invulnerable to most things. Therefore the lack of blankets she wished that she had on her body. Which there was only one, but it was decently thick.
Find a small bit of energy she wanted to say something, but promptly shut herself up. If she was telepath, then gained a physical form she would no doubt wouldn't be able to use her voice.
She shifted slightly, trying to get comfortable. That didn't work out so well, she was a bit to near the edge of the couch. About to fall off, that is, before the person who carried her in nudge her gently as possible to the back of the couch. More sounds of dishes banging against each other, and a table scraping against the floor came to her ears.
"Can you open your mouth" a voice asked, indifferent and slight coldness underlying it.
She compiled, and warm liquid was poured into her throat. Chicken soup she guessed, and for the past thirty minutes this continued until she could sit up. When she finally saw his face, she recognized it as Heero Yuy's face. He dropped the spoon into the bowl, and looked at her.
"Can you speak?" it was more of a demand than anything else.
She nodded a no, and even tried to speak. A tiny squeak came out of her voice box. He shook his head, he had a lot of work ahead of him. He lifted the covers that was her blanket, once again another squeak came from the girl next to him. He kept his view opposite of where the girl was laying.
"You are going to freeze to death" he said, making sure that any signs of worry wasn't present in his voice.
Another squeak, and silence resumed among the room.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Heero woke up early, and silently prayed to whoever was out there that it was Saturday. He felt it in his bones, this was going to be a long day if he had to take care of a mute child.
What in the world was he going to do?