I'm glad that you all like what I have so far....just so you know...I'm not some miracle person that magically over night can pull
fanfictions out of her butt. I wrote a good 90% of these and just didn't have the time...nay......the good sense to get off my lazy bum
and type them. Also, I just recently got the internet and new at this. I like to shout out to my friends.....Sarah, Kerry.....you guys are
madly typing behind the scenes. Thanks for helping me post! So with out further a due.....and the fact that I can't spell and this program
lacks a spell check....the newest chapter of What Haunts Me Most....
I do not own Gundam Wing.......but Quatre was my love slave last night.....It was a good dream...sigh
Chapter Four
Running.....all he did was run. The sun brushed against his face as he ran past people in the busy part of town. Quickly, he came upon the edge
of the faster, until suddenly he tripped. Head over heals he went flying down the hill, until finally he landed. The fake sky above shone
upon him, digital clouds floating by. He had done it....everything was going to work perfectly. His breath was caught in his chest as he lay there, thinking.
And then he did something he hadn't done in who knows how long....
He laughed.
And it wouldn't stop. It echoed through the field around him. He lay there, laughing and couldn't stop. What had he done that had caused him
so much pleasure? What could possibly make the sternest, and most uptight boy laugh with such care free joy? This feeling was new to him and deep
down he didn't want it to end.
"Are you all right?" Sitting up quickly, he realized he was no longer alone. A small girl sat beside him, smiling and holding back her new puppy. He
stared at them both, wondering....had he said anything aloud in that care free moment? Would he have to....?
"We saw you fall down the hill...you aren't hurt are you?" She was so caring, so young and innocent. He stared at her and answered quickly.
"I'm fine...."
"I'm not...." Smiling still, a bead of blood trickled down her face. Heero watched as soon, numerous cuts and bruises graced her skin. "What's
wrong?" He began to show worry as the girl stood and still smiling, reached out her hand for his.
"Come with me Heero...."
He didn't know what to do....she was hurt and needed to be treated, but for some reason....deep down inside, he feared that it was to late to help her.
Hesitant at first, he took her hand and began to walk with her. As they left, he saw that the dog did not move from its spot on the ground.
"Your dog...."
"That's not important right now....we have to get going or we'll miss the show!" Laughing, she tugged him away. They marched through the field back the way
he had rolled down not to long before. He watched as the sky above went from the beautiful blue to a dark pitch black. It was becoming night....something was
happening....
"Won't your parents worry that your not at home?" He turned once again to the small child that held his hand. Abruptly, she stopped. It was a moment
before she answered him.
"My mommy and Daddy are dead...." Again she turned to him with what should have been a look of sadness, but instead...once more a smile. She reminded
him of someone...someone he knew. That was happy, no matter what the situation. Not matter how much trouble she appeared to be in...but he couldn't
rememebr who....Tugging at his sleeve, she looked to him.
"We'll be late if we don't go now...." PUlling on his arm, she brought him farther away from that field which
had brought him great joy. Finally, he asked her what had been plaguing his mind....
"Where are we going?"
"I have to show you something....It's going to be a blast!" Stopping, he stood memories flashing back to him. The field,
the girl, this place....she was going to die.
"NO!...Stop!" But as he reached to grab the girls arm, flames consumed her body. He pulled back, falling, watch as
small body danced in the fire that turned her to ash. She laughed as her body became nothing and soon, she was gone.
Heero sat there, watching as the fire tore through the complex, taking evrything it touched with it. He could only
sit there as he had before. What had he done?
A hand from the darkness touched his shoulder, making him jump away in fright. How surprised he was, to see the God
of Death staring blankly back at him. It couldn't be...he wasn't there the first time...was he?
"Oye, Heero? What are you doing?" The fire was gone, they were just laying in the field. It had been a dream, the
whole thing had been nothing but a dream. Sitting up, he looked around, trying to make sense of things. Duo, sighed
and stood, watching him. "You really need to sleep more or something...you were just talking in your sleep..."
"What?...." He couldn't believe how real that had all been. Sighing he sat up and looked around. It had all been a
bad dream, nothing more. Once more, he stared to the fake sky once more.
"What do you say we get out of here and meet up with the others. It's been awhile sense we landed someplace neutral.
It might be good for you to go someplace and just hang..."
"I don't 'hang' Maxwell.....you know that."
"I think I know you better then the others.....we are friends after all..." Smiling that classic Maxwell smile and
reached out a hand to help him up. Had he really just refered to them as friends? He looked at the Americans hand
and sighed, smiling slightly. Yeah, they were friends...Duo was his first friend. Looking to him, he reached his hand
out to be taken. Suddenly, the registering of a gun echoed thorugh the field. Everything happened to fast for Yuy to
react. The shinny barrel pressed against Duo's temple and with a fluent motion fired into his head. The bullet pierced
straight through his head like butter, coming quickly out the other side. Blood painted the ground as he landed on his side,
his expression shocked. Heero could feel his friend warm blood turning cold on his face. There was no hope for
him...blood everywhere....Duo Maxwell was dead.
Heero swallowed hard and tried to make sense of things....he was fine...just two seconds ago, everything was fine...
Looking up, he watched as Doctor J cleaned off the barrrel of the gun and put it away. He stared at Heero with
great contempt.
"I will not finish your dirty work again Yuy...You should have killed the foolish boy when you had the chance.
We don't except neglect of orders lightly.....I hope this is a lesson to you..." Slowly he began to walk away.
"WHY?! What did he do?? He worked beside us! He fought for the same cause! Why did he have to die? I don't
understand...." Why was he saying all this? What was wrong with him?! These emotions were getting the better of
him....had they always been there?
Doctor J turned to him and frowned. "You dare question orders? Did you learn nothing during your training? I
suppose some more time in the room will make you come to your senses...." Reaching inside his lab coat, he retrieved
a small remote control and pressed the button on it. The ground around him began to shake, and then without warning,
a door dropped under him. He fell for what seemed like hours until finally coming to a halt against the concreet floor.
It took him a moment to regain his composure, but soon he was on his feet. Looking around now, he saw....nothing.
The room he had landed in was completely white. No doors, no windows, very very bright and lonely. His clothes
had changed as well. He no longer wore his spandex and wife beater but a button up white shirt and long white
pants. Sweat beading down his face as he tried to find a way of escape, but none was in sight. Turning around he
soon came face to face with the little girl....
"Are you all right?"
"Why do you keep asking me that everytime we meet?"
"We saw you fall down the hill and came to make sure everything was okay....was he your friend?"
"What?" And then he remembered Duo..."Yes...he was..."
Slowly she walked up to him. Getting on her tip toes, she cupped his face with her hands and examined his eyes. He
didn't try to get away, something was keeping him there, unable to move.
"You have good eyes...." Smiling, she took her hands away and skipped back to her puppy, "....but they won't save you
from what haunts you....you've seen to much....you've caused to much trouble and for that...it's best you stay in
here." Slowly her form began to fade...."This is your biggest fear after all....being alone....having nothing..."
"Wait! I have questions!"
"But I have no answers....only you can face your own demons Heero Yuy....deal with your past...at least here, you
can be safe from the world...." And then she was gone and the whispers started. They were soft at first...
"He always keeps to himself..."
"I swear, Yuy, your gonna die someday if your not careful..."
"If you want to committ suicide fine..but don't do it on my watch pal..."
He looked around endlessly as the voices got louder...where were they coming from?
"HEERO!"
"Heero wait! They aren't OZ it's...."
"Oz tricked us....into killing Field Marshall Noventa...."
"...I guess if someone has to do it....I'm glad it's you...your really gonna shoot me, aren't ya?"
'Stop it....stop talking....to me....' He tried to cover his ears, but it only made to voices louder...
"...you died a long time ago...."
"Just do as your heart tells you..."
"PLEASE! KIll ME!! THEN YOU CAN GO AND SAVE TROWA!"
"Heero! I'm right here, so come and KILL ME!"
'NO!'
Cold sweat dripped down his face as he raced back to reality. The room was dark and cold, he was back in the warehouse.
Nothing was focused as he scanned the room for threats....and that girl. His body was shaking and his nerves were shot.
What did all that mean? He couldn't make sense of it.
Trowa came bounding down the stairs towards him, skipping steps as he went.
"Heero? What happened?" He knelt beside the frightened boy and tried to comfort him, but it seemed none could
be given. Slowly, he came back to reality and looked to the Heavyarms pilot. He could tell by the expression on
jis face that he too was having trouble sleeping.
"Dream......" He finally managed to utter. Trowa drew back with surprise.
"You too?"
"What do you mean?" There seemed to be some connection in their troubles that evening. He was about to ask more when
suddenly they heard a soft moan next to them. Both turned to see tears flowing down Duo's face.
"He's still sleeping....." Trowa brushed them aside and placed a hand on the boys head. "He still has a fever....this
is bad....I want to wake him, but would it be for the best?"
"No...." Trowa glanced over, confused by Heero's returning harshness.
"These are Maxwell's demons....he has to face them on his own...."
))"
There it is! Chapter four! My internet has been down the past couple of days...sorry this took so long to get
up. Hope you all enjoyed this one....I had to pull out the DVD's and research on this one...for the voices in
Heero's head and other little scenes and character reactions. Chapter five will be up soon...I have recover from
freaking myself out writing this one....and now I have to write Duo's....if anybody has any suggestions, please
R&R and tell me what you want to see. I love hearing from you guys! Thanks for reading and I'll update soon
fanfictions out of her butt. I wrote a good 90% of these and just didn't have the time...nay......the good sense to get off my lazy bum
and type them. Also, I just recently got the internet and new at this. I like to shout out to my friends.....Sarah, Kerry.....you guys are
madly typing behind the scenes. Thanks for helping me post! So with out further a due.....and the fact that I can't spell and this program
lacks a spell check....the newest chapter of What Haunts Me Most....
I do not own Gundam Wing.......but Quatre was my love slave last night.....It was a good dream...sigh
Chapter Four
Running.....all he did was run. The sun brushed against his face as he ran past people in the busy part of town. Quickly, he came upon the edge
of the faster, until suddenly he tripped. Head over heals he went flying down the hill, until finally he landed. The fake sky above shone
upon him, digital clouds floating by. He had done it....everything was going to work perfectly. His breath was caught in his chest as he lay there, thinking.
And then he did something he hadn't done in who knows how long....
He laughed.
And it wouldn't stop. It echoed through the field around him. He lay there, laughing and couldn't stop. What had he done that had caused him
so much pleasure? What could possibly make the sternest, and most uptight boy laugh with such care free joy? This feeling was new to him and deep
down he didn't want it to end.
"Are you all right?" Sitting up quickly, he realized he was no longer alone. A small girl sat beside him, smiling and holding back her new puppy. He
stared at them both, wondering....had he said anything aloud in that care free moment? Would he have to....?
"We saw you fall down the hill...you aren't hurt are you?" She was so caring, so young and innocent. He stared at her and answered quickly.
"I'm fine...."
"I'm not...." Smiling still, a bead of blood trickled down her face. Heero watched as soon, numerous cuts and bruises graced her skin. "What's
wrong?" He began to show worry as the girl stood and still smiling, reached out her hand for his.
"Come with me Heero...."
He didn't know what to do....she was hurt and needed to be treated, but for some reason....deep down inside, he feared that it was to late to help her.
Hesitant at first, he took her hand and began to walk with her. As they left, he saw that the dog did not move from its spot on the ground.
"Your dog...."
"That's not important right now....we have to get going or we'll miss the show!" Laughing, she tugged him away. They marched through the field back the way
he had rolled down not to long before. He watched as the sky above went from the beautiful blue to a dark pitch black. It was becoming night....something was
happening....
"Won't your parents worry that your not at home?" He turned once again to the small child that held his hand. Abruptly, she stopped. It was a moment
before she answered him.
"My mommy and Daddy are dead...." Again she turned to him with what should have been a look of sadness, but instead...once more a smile. She reminded
him of someone...someone he knew. That was happy, no matter what the situation. Not matter how much trouble she appeared to be in...but he couldn't
rememebr who....Tugging at his sleeve, she looked to him.
"We'll be late if we don't go now...." PUlling on his arm, she brought him farther away from that field which
had brought him great joy. Finally, he asked her what had been plaguing his mind....
"Where are we going?"
"I have to show you something....It's going to be a blast!" Stopping, he stood memories flashing back to him. The field,
the girl, this place....she was going to die.
"NO!...Stop!" But as he reached to grab the girls arm, flames consumed her body. He pulled back, falling, watch as
small body danced in the fire that turned her to ash. She laughed as her body became nothing and soon, she was gone.
Heero sat there, watching as the fire tore through the complex, taking evrything it touched with it. He could only
sit there as he had before. What had he done?
A hand from the darkness touched his shoulder, making him jump away in fright. How surprised he was, to see the God
of Death staring blankly back at him. It couldn't be...he wasn't there the first time...was he?
"Oye, Heero? What are you doing?" The fire was gone, they were just laying in the field. It had been a dream, the
whole thing had been nothing but a dream. Sitting up, he looked around, trying to make sense of things. Duo, sighed
and stood, watching him. "You really need to sleep more or something...you were just talking in your sleep..."
"What?...." He couldn't believe how real that had all been. Sighing he sat up and looked around. It had all been a
bad dream, nothing more. Once more, he stared to the fake sky once more.
"What do you say we get out of here and meet up with the others. It's been awhile sense we landed someplace neutral.
It might be good for you to go someplace and just hang..."
"I don't 'hang' Maxwell.....you know that."
"I think I know you better then the others.....we are friends after all..." Smiling that classic Maxwell smile and
reached out a hand to help him up. Had he really just refered to them as friends? He looked at the Americans hand
and sighed, smiling slightly. Yeah, they were friends...Duo was his first friend. Looking to him, he reached his hand
out to be taken. Suddenly, the registering of a gun echoed thorugh the field. Everything happened to fast for Yuy to
react. The shinny barrel pressed against Duo's temple and with a fluent motion fired into his head. The bullet pierced
straight through his head like butter, coming quickly out the other side. Blood painted the ground as he landed on his side,
his expression shocked. Heero could feel his friend warm blood turning cold on his face. There was no hope for
him...blood everywhere....Duo Maxwell was dead.
Heero swallowed hard and tried to make sense of things....he was fine...just two seconds ago, everything was fine...
Looking up, he watched as Doctor J cleaned off the barrrel of the gun and put it away. He stared at Heero with
great contempt.
"I will not finish your dirty work again Yuy...You should have killed the foolish boy when you had the chance.
We don't except neglect of orders lightly.....I hope this is a lesson to you..." Slowly he began to walk away.
"WHY?! What did he do?? He worked beside us! He fought for the same cause! Why did he have to die? I don't
understand...." Why was he saying all this? What was wrong with him?! These emotions were getting the better of
him....had they always been there?
Doctor J turned to him and frowned. "You dare question orders? Did you learn nothing during your training? I
suppose some more time in the room will make you come to your senses...." Reaching inside his lab coat, he retrieved
a small remote control and pressed the button on it. The ground around him began to shake, and then without warning,
a door dropped under him. He fell for what seemed like hours until finally coming to a halt against the concreet floor.
It took him a moment to regain his composure, but soon he was on his feet. Looking around now, he saw....nothing.
The room he had landed in was completely white. No doors, no windows, very very bright and lonely. His clothes
had changed as well. He no longer wore his spandex and wife beater but a button up white shirt and long white
pants. Sweat beading down his face as he tried to find a way of escape, but none was in sight. Turning around he
soon came face to face with the little girl....
"Are you all right?"
"Why do you keep asking me that everytime we meet?"
"We saw you fall down the hill and came to make sure everything was okay....was he your friend?"
"What?" And then he remembered Duo..."Yes...he was..."
Slowly she walked up to him. Getting on her tip toes, she cupped his face with her hands and examined his eyes. He
didn't try to get away, something was keeping him there, unable to move.
"You have good eyes...." Smiling, she took her hands away and skipped back to her puppy, "....but they won't save you
from what haunts you....you've seen to much....you've caused to much trouble and for that...it's best you stay in
here." Slowly her form began to fade...."This is your biggest fear after all....being alone....having nothing..."
"Wait! I have questions!"
"But I have no answers....only you can face your own demons Heero Yuy....deal with your past...at least here, you
can be safe from the world...." And then she was gone and the whispers started. They were soft at first...
"He always keeps to himself..."
"I swear, Yuy, your gonna die someday if your not careful..."
"If you want to committ suicide fine..but don't do it on my watch pal..."
He looked around endlessly as the voices got louder...where were they coming from?
"HEERO!"
"Heero wait! They aren't OZ it's...."
"Oz tricked us....into killing Field Marshall Noventa...."
"...I guess if someone has to do it....I'm glad it's you...your really gonna shoot me, aren't ya?"
'Stop it....stop talking....to me....' He tried to cover his ears, but it only made to voices louder...
"...you died a long time ago...."
"Just do as your heart tells you..."
"PLEASE! KIll ME!! THEN YOU CAN GO AND SAVE TROWA!"
"Heero! I'm right here, so come and KILL ME!"
'NO!'
Cold sweat dripped down his face as he raced back to reality. The room was dark and cold, he was back in the warehouse.
Nothing was focused as he scanned the room for threats....and that girl. His body was shaking and his nerves were shot.
What did all that mean? He couldn't make sense of it.
Trowa came bounding down the stairs towards him, skipping steps as he went.
"Heero? What happened?" He knelt beside the frightened boy and tried to comfort him, but it seemed none could
be given. Slowly, he came back to reality and looked to the Heavyarms pilot. He could tell by the expression on
jis face that he too was having trouble sleeping.
"Dream......" He finally managed to utter. Trowa drew back with surprise.
"You too?"
"What do you mean?" There seemed to be some connection in their troubles that evening. He was about to ask more when
suddenly they heard a soft moan next to them. Both turned to see tears flowing down Duo's face.
"He's still sleeping....." Trowa brushed them aside and placed a hand on the boys head. "He still has a fever....this
is bad....I want to wake him, but would it be for the best?"
"No...." Trowa glanced over, confused by Heero's returning harshness.
"These are Maxwell's demons....he has to face them on his own...."
))"
There it is! Chapter four! My internet has been down the past couple of days...sorry this took so long to get
up. Hope you all enjoyed this one....I had to pull out the DVD's and research on this one...for the voices in
Heero's head and other little scenes and character reactions. Chapter five will be up soon...I have recover from
freaking myself out writing this one....and now I have to write Duo's....if anybody has any suggestions, please
R&R and tell me what you want to see. I love hearing from you guys! Thanks for reading and I'll update soon