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First: * Disclaimer, naturally. I don't own Gundam Wing. If I did, I'd be rich, and I wouldn't have to write. Not that I have to now... But... Agh, I've confused myself! =S *
Second: * Dedications: Here's a chapter for my pal Umi. =D *
Third: * I need some chocolate. Sorry, that was random, I know. But no one bothers to read this anyway! And if they do... My apologies for being so weird/moronic/scary. =D *
Fourth: * I don't know if I'll continue without reviews, I mean, I'd like to, obviously.. But... I'm not that motivated of a person. Without reviews, I tend to abandon stories. ^.^; Like my Cardcaptors fic... * Shameless plug. * Well it was the first thing I'd written... As a fan fiction, anyway... Enjoy this chapter, and please, REVIEW!! ^_^ *
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Heero awoke later that day; it had darkened outside. He glanced down at his watch. '7:30...' So dinner had been served without him. It didn't matter, he wasn't hungry anyway, and even if he was, he could survive for days on end without food.
A cart rolled noisily down the hall outside Heero's room as he stood up and moved towards the door. There was a short schedule beside the doorway, displaying times of each daily activity.
09:00 AM Breakfast
09:30 AM Visiting hours
11:00 AM Gym hour
12:00 PM Lunch
12:30 PM Library hours
02:00 PM Free time
03:00 PM Rest hour
04:00 PM Visiting hour with patients
05:00 PM Dinner
06:00 PM Recreational Time
09:00 PM Curfew
09:30 PM Lights out
'Recreational time. As in... What? Playing bridge with the other inmates?' Heero stifled a grin and opened his door. Patients lined the hallways, some obviously out of their minds, others who just looked mildly confused. Heero ignored them. The sooner he got out of here, the better. A man who smelled greatly of liquor stood leaning against the wall in front of him.
"D'hey guysh... Who's thish gnew kid?" Heero wrinkled his nose in disgust and pushed past the man. He started making his way to the library.
"It's not here..." Heero moved onto the next shelf. 'Where is it!?'
"Can I help you?"
"What?" The pilot turned to face a lady with soft brown eyes. "Reika?"
"No. I'm not Reika, I'm Talia. Can I help you?"
"I- I'm not sure... I was looking for the biography section."
"Over there, third column, second shelf, fourth row. I assume you know the duey-decimal system?" The librarian pursed her lips. Heero said nothing and walked over to the biography section, keeping his eyes on the librarian.
"R.N.... R.O... R.P.! Here..." He pulled out a hard cover book. 'The Life and Times of Foreign Minister Relena Peacecraft...'
The book looked new, as though it had just been published. How had they managed to publish a book in such a short period of time? It went right up until she.... Heero choked on the words. 'Until she died.' He reminded himself. 'Relena is dead.'
Heero had checked the book out and was now sitting in his bed reading. He glanced down at his watch and sighed; it was 9:30, and that meant lights out. How he hated this... This dump. He wasn't crazy, not by any means. How had they managed to find him after the war, anyway? He couldn't remember.... All these questions were floating around in his brain. His head started to pound hard. He was getting another attack...
"Rise and shine, Heero!" The curtains were pulled open and Heero recoiled under the sheets of his bed as the sun hit his open, weary eyes. "Come one! Out of bed, you aren't missing another meal!"
"How do you know about that?"
"They tell me everything, remember? Now please, get up, Heero-san!"
Heero grumbled something and sat up in bed to face this annoyance. 'San? Wait a minute..'
"Reika?"
"Yes. Now please Heero, you have to get going." Heero nodded and Reika left the room so he could get ready.
The dining hall was full of people, and noisy as hell. It seemed that even though almost everyone was crazy in that place, they still loved chatting, and wouldn't shut-up.
"How does one get used to this?" Reika turned to Heero in question.
"Don't ask me. They used to bring me my meals by cart."
"When you were too crazy to leave your room?" Reika teased. Heero's eyes fell. So she wasn't as much like Relena as he had though... "Hey..." Reika prodded as she saw him look down. "I'm sorry.. I should really watch what I say. Forgive me?" She was poisonous... But in a good way, somehow..
"I forgive you. Just don't try anything like that when I have my gun on me." Reika froze and Heero chuckled, something completely new to him, even if it was very brief. "I was joking." Reika nodded slowly.
"They told me you were a gundam pilot." Heero almost choked on his scrambled eggs.
"What?"
"You heard me. Is that true, Mr.Heero-san?" He sighed heavily. How could she be so polite and so blunt at the same time?
"Yes, it's true, but don't go spreading anything around, all right?"
Reika left one hour later, but did not return for visiting hours. Heero went back to his room. OR rather, his prison.
Journal Entry, day sixteen.
'I'm not sure how long I've been here. I only remember sixteen full days, and even then, they are just a blur. Reika seems nice enough, but if this 'arrangement' doesn't work soon, I'm going to have to try and break out of here again.
'I can't stop thinking about her, thinking about Relena. These bastards won't even let me attend her funeral. Not that I could stand that anyway. I don't know how she died, yet, but I checked her biography out of the library. It's seems like a pretty suspicious death. When I get out of this hellhole I'll find the other pilots; maybe; and we'll find her. I know she can't be dead. She's stronger than I am, after all.
'And I will find revenge with the man who killed her. I will have his blood on my hands. It is his fault I am plagued with the nightmares, for days on end.' Heero shut his journal, locked it, and then set it on his bedside table. He fell asleep easily enough, perhaps easier than he ever had.
'Heero...'
"Where are you, Relena? Come back... You can't leave, not yet!" A bright, piercing blue light flashed and a figure stepped out of the shadows.
'I hate you, Heero Yuy. You let me die, you bastard! You let me die!'
"No! That isn't true..!" He could feel his heart lurch.
'YOU killed me!'
"NO!"
Cold sweat was lying on Heero's cheeks like a blanket when he woke up. His heart was beating painfully in his chest; he looked up at the clock. 4:00 AM.
'I will find revenge on the man who killed her. I will have his blood on my hands.'
First: * Disclaimer, naturally. I don't own Gundam Wing. If I did, I'd be rich, and I wouldn't have to write. Not that I have to now... But... Agh, I've confused myself! =S *
Second: * Dedications: Here's a chapter for my pal Umi. =D *
Third: * I need some chocolate. Sorry, that was random, I know. But no one bothers to read this anyway! And if they do... My apologies for being so weird/moronic/scary. =D *
Fourth: * I don't know if I'll continue without reviews, I mean, I'd like to, obviously.. But... I'm not that motivated of a person. Without reviews, I tend to abandon stories. ^.^; Like my Cardcaptors fic... * Shameless plug. * Well it was the first thing I'd written... As a fan fiction, anyway... Enjoy this chapter, and please, REVIEW!! ^_^ *
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Heero awoke later that day; it had darkened outside. He glanced down at his watch. '7:30...' So dinner had been served without him. It didn't matter, he wasn't hungry anyway, and even if he was, he could survive for days on end without food.
A cart rolled noisily down the hall outside Heero's room as he stood up and moved towards the door. There was a short schedule beside the doorway, displaying times of each daily activity.
09:00 AM Breakfast
09:30 AM Visiting hours
11:00 AM Gym hour
12:00 PM Lunch
12:30 PM Library hours
02:00 PM Free time
03:00 PM Rest hour
04:00 PM Visiting hour with patients
05:00 PM Dinner
06:00 PM Recreational Time
09:00 PM Curfew
09:30 PM Lights out
'Recreational time. As in... What? Playing bridge with the other inmates?' Heero stifled a grin and opened his door. Patients lined the hallways, some obviously out of their minds, others who just looked mildly confused. Heero ignored them. The sooner he got out of here, the better. A man who smelled greatly of liquor stood leaning against the wall in front of him.
"D'hey guysh... Who's thish gnew kid?" Heero wrinkled his nose in disgust and pushed past the man. He started making his way to the library.
"It's not here..." Heero moved onto the next shelf. 'Where is it!?'
"Can I help you?"
"What?" The pilot turned to face a lady with soft brown eyes. "Reika?"
"No. I'm not Reika, I'm Talia. Can I help you?"
"I- I'm not sure... I was looking for the biography section."
"Over there, third column, second shelf, fourth row. I assume you know the duey-decimal system?" The librarian pursed her lips. Heero said nothing and walked over to the biography section, keeping his eyes on the librarian.
"R.N.... R.O... R.P.! Here..." He pulled out a hard cover book. 'The Life and Times of Foreign Minister Relena Peacecraft...'
The book looked new, as though it had just been published. How had they managed to publish a book in such a short period of time? It went right up until she.... Heero choked on the words. 'Until she died.' He reminded himself. 'Relena is dead.'
Heero had checked the book out and was now sitting in his bed reading. He glanced down at his watch and sighed; it was 9:30, and that meant lights out. How he hated this... This dump. He wasn't crazy, not by any means. How had they managed to find him after the war, anyway? He couldn't remember.... All these questions were floating around in his brain. His head started to pound hard. He was getting another attack...
"Rise and shine, Heero!" The curtains were pulled open and Heero recoiled under the sheets of his bed as the sun hit his open, weary eyes. "Come one! Out of bed, you aren't missing another meal!"
"How do you know about that?"
"They tell me everything, remember? Now please, get up, Heero-san!"
Heero grumbled something and sat up in bed to face this annoyance. 'San? Wait a minute..'
"Reika?"
"Yes. Now please Heero, you have to get going." Heero nodded and Reika left the room so he could get ready.
The dining hall was full of people, and noisy as hell. It seemed that even though almost everyone was crazy in that place, they still loved chatting, and wouldn't shut-up.
"How does one get used to this?" Reika turned to Heero in question.
"Don't ask me. They used to bring me my meals by cart."
"When you were too crazy to leave your room?" Reika teased. Heero's eyes fell. So she wasn't as much like Relena as he had though... "Hey..." Reika prodded as she saw him look down. "I'm sorry.. I should really watch what I say. Forgive me?" She was poisonous... But in a good way, somehow..
"I forgive you. Just don't try anything like that when I have my gun on me." Reika froze and Heero chuckled, something completely new to him, even if it was very brief. "I was joking." Reika nodded slowly.
"They told me you were a gundam pilot." Heero almost choked on his scrambled eggs.
"What?"
"You heard me. Is that true, Mr.Heero-san?" He sighed heavily. How could she be so polite and so blunt at the same time?
"Yes, it's true, but don't go spreading anything around, all right?"
Reika left one hour later, but did not return for visiting hours. Heero went back to his room. OR rather, his prison.
Journal Entry, day sixteen.
'I'm not sure how long I've been here. I only remember sixteen full days, and even then, they are just a blur. Reika seems nice enough, but if this 'arrangement' doesn't work soon, I'm going to have to try and break out of here again.
'I can't stop thinking about her, thinking about Relena. These bastards won't even let me attend her funeral. Not that I could stand that anyway. I don't know how she died, yet, but I checked her biography out of the library. It's seems like a pretty suspicious death. When I get out of this hellhole I'll find the other pilots; maybe; and we'll find her. I know she can't be dead. She's stronger than I am, after all.
'And I will find revenge with the man who killed her. I will have his blood on my hands. It is his fault I am plagued with the nightmares, for days on end.' Heero shut his journal, locked it, and then set it on his bedside table. He fell asleep easily enough, perhaps easier than he ever had.
'Heero...'
"Where are you, Relena? Come back... You can't leave, not yet!" A bright, piercing blue light flashed and a figure stepped out of the shadows.
'I hate you, Heero Yuy. You let me die, you bastard! You let me die!'
"No! That isn't true..!" He could feel his heart lurch.
'YOU killed me!'
"NO!"
Cold sweat was lying on Heero's cheeks like a blanket when he woke up. His heart was beating painfully in his chest; he looked up at the clock. 4:00 AM.
'I will find revenge on the man who killed her. I will have his blood on my hands.'