Disclaimer: just watched Inu-Yasha kay... I do not own Gundam wing, but
it is a really good show that I like to mess with!
At the moment I have some kind of weird urge to write blood. so that is what you people are getting!
Pyro: and Zero?
Oh yea... him too... thanks Pyro and Ran for beta-ing the last chappie.
Band of the day: Linkin Park! cheers
Ch 4
Third person POV
It is about three days after the bombing of the pacifistic embassy, the people of the street remain unaffected while others in the public eye, like Relena, the queen, is shoved roughly in the spot light. According to her there was a ransom for her husband that she received from the terrorists of 'Gott an Tod', one of the many 'popular' extreme terrorist factions. She informed the reporters, flicking her hair over her shoulder and smiling calmly, that as a pacifist she and her husband do not give in to ransoms, and that Heero would understand. This answer was eaten up by the media and public, they all grieved with their queen for her loss.
Meanwhile, in the one of the many back alleyways of the city that 'Gott an Tod' had staged their bombing and kidnapping, fidgets an eighteen year old. His short black hair spiked up and out, with long dark red bangs parted and gelled in such a way that they protrude out and around his face, creating a lovely red matted frame for his pale face. Yellow cat eyes darted too and fro, waiting impatiently for something. Nervously shifting his weight the boys long chain earrings ran into the side of his neck causing him, slight, if any pain. The left earring had an integrated design of lines and diamond shapes, working around in a three based pattern, creating the shape resembling that of a charcoal snowflake. The right earring, like the left, on a chain and dangled just as far down, to his neck, was a small vial, secured with a cork lid, containing a reddish liquid. His long sleeve fish net top had a black tank top over it. Two long rips, safety pined together humorously, where carved into the tank showing the mesh net underneath. Long black bondage pants jingled as the teen continued to twitch as though he were on some kind of withdrawal of a sort. Sighing in frustration, he rakes his single left gloved hand through the spiked black tresses of hair and leaned against the wall of some building behind him, twitching his steel toed boot.
Sensing movement the cat eyes darted to the left instantaneously, snapping the teens head along with it's gaze. Focusing on a cloaked man wearing a large hat and thick sun glasses that covered up almost his entire face, the teen jumped up in excitement and bolted over.
"So did you bring it, old man," asked the teen impatiently.
Coughing lightly first, the man nodded and reached deep inside his heavy jacket a pulled out a small plastic bag. "It's going to cost you more this time Zero," warned the dealer.
"I don't care! I can pay whatever you want! Just had the goods over now! Nownownownownow!" said the agitated teen, holding out a wad of twenties in exchange for the baggie.
"Where do you get this kind of cash," pondered the dealer to himself lightly, counting the money that he was handed before granting the young adolescent's wish and handing him the bag of drugs. Glancing over at the now ecstatic teen he commented once again, "But that's not my job, is it Zero?"
"No it isn't. Your job is to sell the stuff," commented Zero roughly, his earrings hitting the side of his pale neck and clinking against the dog collar as he turned his head sharply away from the man, intent of leaving.
Not arguing with Zero's decision of departure, the drug seller left and went off to sell more of his 'goods' to his other obedient customers.
Back to Heero's POV
'Drip'
Nani?
'Drip, drip,'
Cracking my left eye open, I find myself in a new area once again. This time, however, I didn't have as such nice accommodations as the cell. I was laying, sprawled out, next to a pile of untied trash bags, the rotten rood, stained boxes, and used condoms spilling over the edge of the plastic onto the ground next to me.
Groaning I attempt to sit up, after making it half way up, I cough up a small amount of blood. Whipping the crimson liquid away from my dry and cracked lips, I finish my accent to the sitting position, to lean against the hard wall behind me. I was in a small ally used for dumping waste.
Duo left me out here to die. My thoughts told me. No, he wouldn't have killed a fellow Gundam pilot... I attempt at contradicting myself.
'I almost forgot how hard it is to kill a Gundam pilot. I hope you don't hold any grudges Hee-chan,' rang the almost cheerful voice of my fellow Gundam pilot in my head. Maybe he did leave me to die...
Giving a pain filled moan I asses my wounds, noticing that I was stripped of my heavy jacket and fancy shirt, clad only in pants, out of what little dignity Duo let me keep for my death. Not too bad... besides the knife wounds that littered my entire body and the huge bruises on my chest, I had three cracked ribs, and as I suspected, my right eye was completely useless. I wasn't able to see what kind of mangled job Duo did to it, but I wasn't able to use it and judging by how deep the other cuts were, I wasn't going to be able to see out of it again.
Hearing someone enter the ally I slowly turned my head to the intruder, seeing a teen about 16-19 years old with black spiked hair and long red bangs. His outfit was that of the street and not to uncommon, but his eyes were like those of Blade's and Duo's, that unnatural yellow and the cat slits. We stared at each other for what seemed to be along time. Finally he broke the silence and gestured to my mangled body, "So, are you supposed to be dead?"
"Hnn," I grunted back at him, still giving him my one eyed cold death glare.
"Because if you are, then you should stay that way around here," He said almost threateningly as he walked closer to me.
If he is in with 'Gott an Tod' then I cant tell him what happened to me or else I WILL be killed. He kneeled down and gave me a quick look over, then smiling cheerfully he chirped at me, "Lucky you, your going to live!"
With that he jumped up to his feet and extended a hand to me. I, just glared at his hand as though he might pull out a knife and finish me off in this ally. "Come on, bishounen," the teen encouraged still keeping his hand extended. After a brief mental argument, I gave in and grasped his hand tightly and pulled my self up, and leaned against him.
Still smiling as though hell itself could be hilarious, he looked at me with a kind of awkward sidelong glance, "Name is Zero, and your coming with me to get cleaned up."
Even under normal circumstances I would have kept quiet, but with things proceeding as they where I defiantly wanted to remain silent, and let Zero help me down a few blocks to a huge apartment complex that seemed just as tall, if not taller, than the huge business buildings that I passed on the way into this city in the limo.
After unlocking the three locks to enter the apartment building, Zero helped me into the elevator and proceeded to push the floor button 21. Oddly, I noticed on the long ride up the floors, this apartment complex has a thirteenth floor. Zero was whistling happily to himself in the opposite corner of the elevator waiting for the chime to ring that indicated the correct floor number, so he could help me out and to his apartment.
Upon hearing the chime Zero twitched and almost fell to the ground in shock from the loud noise. Had I not been trained to keep emotions inside I would have laughed at this stunt that reminded me of how Duo used to be.... As my thoughts trailed back to the inflictor of my wound, my right eye began creating a burning sensation, like when Duo had sliced the eye open and thoroughly made me blind of one side.
Forgetting my train of thought, I let Zero help me to his apartment room. He opens the door after unlocking five more bolts and locks, to reveal a huge mess. The apartment itself was very, very small, only one room, a kitchenette, and a bathroom. The main room had clothes littered all over the floor and was even scattered over the twin sized black sheeted bed. Now that I looked, almost everything was black, black or red. The bed was black, the walls where black, faded black mind you, but black, and the towels in the small bathroom that was blocked off with only a small door that didn't seem to even have a handle attached to it where a dark red. In fact the only thing breaking this rule of the apartment was the tile and the carpeting, both were an odd color of brown, the unique kind that one gets when the color is exposed to EVERY single kind of spill and stain. Beer, soda, pasta, cooked rice, and God knows what else.
"Don't mind the mess. It's never going to be cleaned," Zero stated about the piles of cloth what seemed to be materials for home bombs. "Come on cutie." He said pulling me with him to his bed and pushing me into a sitting position on the side of the bed. For a few seconds I was extremely nervous of what the hell he was thinking, but was reassured that nothing bad was going to happen to me when he began to examine the wounds on my arms, chest, legs, and of course my right eye.
Zero cringed, his yellow eyes almost turning green like the rest of his face, as he made a kind of face that just lets everyone know your going to hurl if you see that again. "Eww.... Your eye.... Is.... REALLY .... REALLY... nasty," he said pointing to my right eye that was open, although not showing any picture.
"...Whatever..." I say back to him, not really caring of the state my eye was in at the moment, turning my head away form him to look out of the window that the foot of his bed faced. The view wasn't very good. It showed a busy street, full of people below, and more apartment's right across the way.
With my only good eye distracted with the window, I was startled when a damp cloth was placed on my arm. Yelping, only slightly I turned to see Zero with a wash cloth, bucket of warm water, soap, cotton bandages, needle, and thread.
He was giving me a kind of 'hold-still-you-fucking-bastard' kind of look, so I complied not wanting to make a fool of myself in front of who ever 'Zero' guy may be. Sitting quietly watching him wash with the cloth, then soap, and wash it off again with water. He then took out the needle and thread and made some quick stitches on the wounds that where particularly deep, and then bandaged my arm with ease and precision of someone who had done this many times in the past.
I just continued to watch him as he cleaned my other arm, and only twitched once when he had to pull on the thread particularly hard when he was attempting at stitching my arm back into something that resembled an arm, it reminded me of some person sewing back together their favorite doll that had been mutilated by some elder sibling. Zero finished bandaging my arms and chest surprisingly fast, he even cracked some of the ribs back into their correct position, he didn't bother to ask me about the cuts on my legs, there where too few to worry.
"Since your right eye is never going to work again, do you want me to stitch it closed?" Zero asked politely.
I shake my head no in response and reply calmly, "Maybe later." He just shrugs and pulls out a lighter and weed, that was already rolled and ready to smoke.
"You mind?" he asks in reference to him smoking before he lit it. Again I shook my head no and let him do his little drug thing. After taking a long drag Zero 'plopped' down next to me and smiled devilishly. "So you new around here, or do you like being beaten to an inch of your life?"
I just remain silent and switch my gaze from him, to the outside window again. I hear him 'huff' sadly from my lack of response. "Unemotional bastard." Zero says slightly under his breath.
Still staring out the window I correct him. "Not a bastard. I had a father."
He drapes an arm around my shoulders and snickers lightly, "Is that so Mr.-?"
At the question of my name, my mind worked overtime. The only thing I could come up with though was the name of my 'adoptive' father. "Odin," I finished for him.
"Ah... so the perdy man has a name" he purred lightly in my ear. I didn't make any kind of reaction to his flirts. Obviously he didn't care about he wedding ring on my finger, or how I ended up as a pile of freshly cut meat.
Zero took another drag of his weed and put it out in the overfull ash tray, letting go of his grip on my shoulder and standing up he looks over to me again and says, "Get some rest, ya still look like shit. And don't worry, I wont pull anything on you while your sleeping... that's just not nice." He added on, as though he knew from personal experience.
With Zero's silent command I laid down on his bed and shut my left eye, almost falling asleep instantly from sheer exhaustion.
TBC
Sheero: chappie... um... checks 4 Done! and it's longer than the others... yay...
Pyro: and Zero belongs to me so don't use him without permission!
Zero: o.O; wow... I'm not as hyper as I'm supposed to be...
Sheero: -.- you shall be how I want you to be! It says so right here! pulls out contract for Zero to be 'working' as part of the fic
Zero: reads O.O WHAT DO YOU MEAN I HAVE TO DO EVERYTHING YOU COMMAND UNTIL THE FIC ENDS?!?!
Sheero: exactly what it says... pulls out chains come here bishi....
Zero: O.O;;;;;
Pyro: -.- ya just review....
At the moment I have some kind of weird urge to write blood. so that is what you people are getting!
Pyro: and Zero?
Oh yea... him too... thanks Pyro and Ran for beta-ing the last chappie.
Band of the day: Linkin Park! cheers
Ch 4
Third person POV
It is about three days after the bombing of the pacifistic embassy, the people of the street remain unaffected while others in the public eye, like Relena, the queen, is shoved roughly in the spot light. According to her there was a ransom for her husband that she received from the terrorists of 'Gott an Tod', one of the many 'popular' extreme terrorist factions. She informed the reporters, flicking her hair over her shoulder and smiling calmly, that as a pacifist she and her husband do not give in to ransoms, and that Heero would understand. This answer was eaten up by the media and public, they all grieved with their queen for her loss.
Meanwhile, in the one of the many back alleyways of the city that 'Gott an Tod' had staged their bombing and kidnapping, fidgets an eighteen year old. His short black hair spiked up and out, with long dark red bangs parted and gelled in such a way that they protrude out and around his face, creating a lovely red matted frame for his pale face. Yellow cat eyes darted too and fro, waiting impatiently for something. Nervously shifting his weight the boys long chain earrings ran into the side of his neck causing him, slight, if any pain. The left earring had an integrated design of lines and diamond shapes, working around in a three based pattern, creating the shape resembling that of a charcoal snowflake. The right earring, like the left, on a chain and dangled just as far down, to his neck, was a small vial, secured with a cork lid, containing a reddish liquid. His long sleeve fish net top had a black tank top over it. Two long rips, safety pined together humorously, where carved into the tank showing the mesh net underneath. Long black bondage pants jingled as the teen continued to twitch as though he were on some kind of withdrawal of a sort. Sighing in frustration, he rakes his single left gloved hand through the spiked black tresses of hair and leaned against the wall of some building behind him, twitching his steel toed boot.
Sensing movement the cat eyes darted to the left instantaneously, snapping the teens head along with it's gaze. Focusing on a cloaked man wearing a large hat and thick sun glasses that covered up almost his entire face, the teen jumped up in excitement and bolted over.
"So did you bring it, old man," asked the teen impatiently.
Coughing lightly first, the man nodded and reached deep inside his heavy jacket a pulled out a small plastic bag. "It's going to cost you more this time Zero," warned the dealer.
"I don't care! I can pay whatever you want! Just had the goods over now! Nownownownownow!" said the agitated teen, holding out a wad of twenties in exchange for the baggie.
"Where do you get this kind of cash," pondered the dealer to himself lightly, counting the money that he was handed before granting the young adolescent's wish and handing him the bag of drugs. Glancing over at the now ecstatic teen he commented once again, "But that's not my job, is it Zero?"
"No it isn't. Your job is to sell the stuff," commented Zero roughly, his earrings hitting the side of his pale neck and clinking against the dog collar as he turned his head sharply away from the man, intent of leaving.
Not arguing with Zero's decision of departure, the drug seller left and went off to sell more of his 'goods' to his other obedient customers.
Back to Heero's POV
'Drip'
Nani?
'Drip, drip,'
Cracking my left eye open, I find myself in a new area once again. This time, however, I didn't have as such nice accommodations as the cell. I was laying, sprawled out, next to a pile of untied trash bags, the rotten rood, stained boxes, and used condoms spilling over the edge of the plastic onto the ground next to me.
Groaning I attempt to sit up, after making it half way up, I cough up a small amount of blood. Whipping the crimson liquid away from my dry and cracked lips, I finish my accent to the sitting position, to lean against the hard wall behind me. I was in a small ally used for dumping waste.
Duo left me out here to die. My thoughts told me. No, he wouldn't have killed a fellow Gundam pilot... I attempt at contradicting myself.
'I almost forgot how hard it is to kill a Gundam pilot. I hope you don't hold any grudges Hee-chan,' rang the almost cheerful voice of my fellow Gundam pilot in my head. Maybe he did leave me to die...
Giving a pain filled moan I asses my wounds, noticing that I was stripped of my heavy jacket and fancy shirt, clad only in pants, out of what little dignity Duo let me keep for my death. Not too bad... besides the knife wounds that littered my entire body and the huge bruises on my chest, I had three cracked ribs, and as I suspected, my right eye was completely useless. I wasn't able to see what kind of mangled job Duo did to it, but I wasn't able to use it and judging by how deep the other cuts were, I wasn't going to be able to see out of it again.
Hearing someone enter the ally I slowly turned my head to the intruder, seeing a teen about 16-19 years old with black spiked hair and long red bangs. His outfit was that of the street and not to uncommon, but his eyes were like those of Blade's and Duo's, that unnatural yellow and the cat slits. We stared at each other for what seemed to be along time. Finally he broke the silence and gestured to my mangled body, "So, are you supposed to be dead?"
"Hnn," I grunted back at him, still giving him my one eyed cold death glare.
"Because if you are, then you should stay that way around here," He said almost threateningly as he walked closer to me.
If he is in with 'Gott an Tod' then I cant tell him what happened to me or else I WILL be killed. He kneeled down and gave me a quick look over, then smiling cheerfully he chirped at me, "Lucky you, your going to live!"
With that he jumped up to his feet and extended a hand to me. I, just glared at his hand as though he might pull out a knife and finish me off in this ally. "Come on, bishounen," the teen encouraged still keeping his hand extended. After a brief mental argument, I gave in and grasped his hand tightly and pulled my self up, and leaned against him.
Still smiling as though hell itself could be hilarious, he looked at me with a kind of awkward sidelong glance, "Name is Zero, and your coming with me to get cleaned up."
Even under normal circumstances I would have kept quiet, but with things proceeding as they where I defiantly wanted to remain silent, and let Zero help me down a few blocks to a huge apartment complex that seemed just as tall, if not taller, than the huge business buildings that I passed on the way into this city in the limo.
After unlocking the three locks to enter the apartment building, Zero helped me into the elevator and proceeded to push the floor button 21. Oddly, I noticed on the long ride up the floors, this apartment complex has a thirteenth floor. Zero was whistling happily to himself in the opposite corner of the elevator waiting for the chime to ring that indicated the correct floor number, so he could help me out and to his apartment.
Upon hearing the chime Zero twitched and almost fell to the ground in shock from the loud noise. Had I not been trained to keep emotions inside I would have laughed at this stunt that reminded me of how Duo used to be.... As my thoughts trailed back to the inflictor of my wound, my right eye began creating a burning sensation, like when Duo had sliced the eye open and thoroughly made me blind of one side.
Forgetting my train of thought, I let Zero help me to his apartment room. He opens the door after unlocking five more bolts and locks, to reveal a huge mess. The apartment itself was very, very small, only one room, a kitchenette, and a bathroom. The main room had clothes littered all over the floor and was even scattered over the twin sized black sheeted bed. Now that I looked, almost everything was black, black or red. The bed was black, the walls where black, faded black mind you, but black, and the towels in the small bathroom that was blocked off with only a small door that didn't seem to even have a handle attached to it where a dark red. In fact the only thing breaking this rule of the apartment was the tile and the carpeting, both were an odd color of brown, the unique kind that one gets when the color is exposed to EVERY single kind of spill and stain. Beer, soda, pasta, cooked rice, and God knows what else.
"Don't mind the mess. It's never going to be cleaned," Zero stated about the piles of cloth what seemed to be materials for home bombs. "Come on cutie." He said pulling me with him to his bed and pushing me into a sitting position on the side of the bed. For a few seconds I was extremely nervous of what the hell he was thinking, but was reassured that nothing bad was going to happen to me when he began to examine the wounds on my arms, chest, legs, and of course my right eye.
Zero cringed, his yellow eyes almost turning green like the rest of his face, as he made a kind of face that just lets everyone know your going to hurl if you see that again. "Eww.... Your eye.... Is.... REALLY .... REALLY... nasty," he said pointing to my right eye that was open, although not showing any picture.
"...Whatever..." I say back to him, not really caring of the state my eye was in at the moment, turning my head away form him to look out of the window that the foot of his bed faced. The view wasn't very good. It showed a busy street, full of people below, and more apartment's right across the way.
With my only good eye distracted with the window, I was startled when a damp cloth was placed on my arm. Yelping, only slightly I turned to see Zero with a wash cloth, bucket of warm water, soap, cotton bandages, needle, and thread.
He was giving me a kind of 'hold-still-you-fucking-bastard' kind of look, so I complied not wanting to make a fool of myself in front of who ever 'Zero' guy may be. Sitting quietly watching him wash with the cloth, then soap, and wash it off again with water. He then took out the needle and thread and made some quick stitches on the wounds that where particularly deep, and then bandaged my arm with ease and precision of someone who had done this many times in the past.
I just continued to watch him as he cleaned my other arm, and only twitched once when he had to pull on the thread particularly hard when he was attempting at stitching my arm back into something that resembled an arm, it reminded me of some person sewing back together their favorite doll that had been mutilated by some elder sibling. Zero finished bandaging my arms and chest surprisingly fast, he even cracked some of the ribs back into their correct position, he didn't bother to ask me about the cuts on my legs, there where too few to worry.
"Since your right eye is never going to work again, do you want me to stitch it closed?" Zero asked politely.
I shake my head no in response and reply calmly, "Maybe later." He just shrugs and pulls out a lighter and weed, that was already rolled and ready to smoke.
"You mind?" he asks in reference to him smoking before he lit it. Again I shook my head no and let him do his little drug thing. After taking a long drag Zero 'plopped' down next to me and smiled devilishly. "So you new around here, or do you like being beaten to an inch of your life?"
I just remain silent and switch my gaze from him, to the outside window again. I hear him 'huff' sadly from my lack of response. "Unemotional bastard." Zero says slightly under his breath.
Still staring out the window I correct him. "Not a bastard. I had a father."
He drapes an arm around my shoulders and snickers lightly, "Is that so Mr.-?"
At the question of my name, my mind worked overtime. The only thing I could come up with though was the name of my 'adoptive' father. "Odin," I finished for him.
"Ah... so the perdy man has a name" he purred lightly in my ear. I didn't make any kind of reaction to his flirts. Obviously he didn't care about he wedding ring on my finger, or how I ended up as a pile of freshly cut meat.
Zero took another drag of his weed and put it out in the overfull ash tray, letting go of his grip on my shoulder and standing up he looks over to me again and says, "Get some rest, ya still look like shit. And don't worry, I wont pull anything on you while your sleeping... that's just not nice." He added on, as though he knew from personal experience.
With Zero's silent command I laid down on his bed and shut my left eye, almost falling asleep instantly from sheer exhaustion.
TBC
Sheero: chappie... um... checks 4 Done! and it's longer than the others... yay...
Pyro: and Zero belongs to me so don't use him without permission!
Zero: o.O; wow... I'm not as hyper as I'm supposed to be...
Sheero: -.- you shall be how I want you to be! It says so right here! pulls out contract for Zero to be 'working' as part of the fic
Zero: reads O.O WHAT DO YOU MEAN I HAVE TO DO EVERYTHING YOU COMMAND UNTIL THE FIC ENDS?!?!
Sheero: exactly what it says... pulls out chains come here bishi....
Zero: O.O;;;;;
Pyro: -.- ya just review....