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First: * I don't own Gundam Wing, Heero, or Relena, but Reika is my original character and copyright me. *
Second: * Dedications! Dirge! Thank you, my first reviewer! *
Third: * Eh... This will probably be a rather odd chapter, so... beware. Again, I implore you- Please review! Pretty please, with a BMW, one million bucks, and sugar on top? =D *
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"Heero-san? Where are you?" Heero grumbled and flicked on his bedside lamp.
"I'm in bed. I'm asleep." The voice switched suddenly.
"I'm sorry!" Heero shrugged the voice off impatiently.
"Reika, why are you here so early?"
"I have good news! Heero, you have been released." His hand wandered to the biography by his side.
"Already?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Yes.." There was a slight uncertainty in her voice, Heero noted.
"Reika? How long have I been in this... hospital?" He grimaced slightly. "I can only remember 16 days, but that can't be right." Reika sat down on a chair next to the bed, her face contorted with deep confusion.
"Heero... You've only been here for a day and a half. They found you unconscious outside somewhere. You only had your journal on you." Heero fell back onto his bed, face up.
"That's... That's not possible. I was here at least four days ago, ...." He trailed off weakly. "Wasn't I?" The pilot looked to Reika who merely shook her head. "Great, so I really am crazy. Well I guess if we're leaving I should pack up my stuff Do you mind?"
"Hmm? Not at all."
"No, I meant could you leave the room...?" Reika flushed suddenly.
"Y- yes, of course. Sorry!" She stood up and walked outside. Heero pulled out a large bag and began to neatly stack his clothes inside, leaving a pair of clean pants and a shirt out for him to change into. Quiet mumbling trailed in from the hall under the gap between the door and the floor of Heero's room.
"Reika. I presume?" Reika nodded.
"And you would be?" The man ignored her comment.
"Reika, you understand that you are not to let the individual out of your sight?"
"But-" The man interrupted.
"Good. Do not speak of our conversation to anyone. He may be of use to me." Reika paused.
"What do you mean?"
"Do not question me. Just follow my orders."
"I.... I-" Heero opened the door behind her, and she spun around to face him. "Heero! I can explain!"
"Explain what?" Reika turned around. The man was gone.
"N- nothing."
When they stepped outside, Heero felt strangely relieved to feel the wind on his cheeks, the sun shining down, and to see the sky such a bright azure blue. Reika gestured to what he assumed was her car, and the two got in and sat down.
"So where are we going?" The pilot inquired, but it wasn't Reika who spoke next.
"Back to your place, Heero!" He spun around. Reika had disappeared.
"What in the-?" Quatre smiled.
"Welcome back to civilization!" Heero grinned for the first time in as long as he could remember.
"Wufei, Quatre, Trowa! Hey- where's Duo?" A face peered back from the drivers seat.
"Yo!"
"We're all going to die." Heero paled. Duo let out a chuckle.
"Not a chance! I, the great Shinigami, got my license!" A tall building, almost identical to the hospital he'd just been in loomed ahead.
"Home... This can't be my home."
Heero rubbed his eyes and reached out for his seat belt. The image faded as he and Reika sat down in the driver's and passenger's seat. She started up the engine.
"Have anywhere you'd like to go?"
"Yeah. I'll go home. I can meet up with you tomorrow."
"Sure thing, Heero." Reika put the car into drive and started down the street. Heero knew he must have dozed off, since he remembered nothing between the drive from the hospital to his apartment. Reika nudged his shoulder gently.
"Mr.Yuy? Heero-san? You're home." Heero nodded to show his understanding and got out of the car.
"Thanks for the ride."
"No problem. Bye, Heero!" The pilot watched her leave and kept staring after her until the car disappeared from sight. There was a strange pain in his chest.
The keys Heero held in his palm began to warm up, until the were almost searing in his palm, but he didn't wince. He didn't care anymore. He shoved the key into his apartments keyhole and wearily stepped in the door. His own home was foreign to him, his own room, his own bed. Everything looked filthy, like it had been buried in some old tomb and then dragged to his apartment by wild horses.
"Welcome home," He said aloud. There was no answer. Heero set down his things and climbed into his bed. He would find his answers by searching for them, no matter how long it took. He would start tomorrow.
First: * I don't own Gundam Wing, Heero, or Relena, but Reika is my original character and copyright me. *
Second: * Dedications! Dirge! Thank you, my first reviewer! *
Third: * Eh... This will probably be a rather odd chapter, so... beware. Again, I implore you- Please review! Pretty please, with a BMW, one million bucks, and sugar on top? =D *
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"Heero-san? Where are you?" Heero grumbled and flicked on his bedside lamp.
"I'm in bed. I'm asleep." The voice switched suddenly.
"I'm sorry!" Heero shrugged the voice off impatiently.
"Reika, why are you here so early?"
"I have good news! Heero, you have been released." His hand wandered to the biography by his side.
"Already?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Yes.." There was a slight uncertainty in her voice, Heero noted.
"Reika? How long have I been in this... hospital?" He grimaced slightly. "I can only remember 16 days, but that can't be right." Reika sat down on a chair next to the bed, her face contorted with deep confusion.
"Heero... You've only been here for a day and a half. They found you unconscious outside somewhere. You only had your journal on you." Heero fell back onto his bed, face up.
"That's... That's not possible. I was here at least four days ago, ...." He trailed off weakly. "Wasn't I?" The pilot looked to Reika who merely shook her head. "Great, so I really am crazy. Well I guess if we're leaving I should pack up my stuff Do you mind?"
"Hmm? Not at all."
"No, I meant could you leave the room...?" Reika flushed suddenly.
"Y- yes, of course. Sorry!" She stood up and walked outside. Heero pulled out a large bag and began to neatly stack his clothes inside, leaving a pair of clean pants and a shirt out for him to change into. Quiet mumbling trailed in from the hall under the gap between the door and the floor of Heero's room.
"Reika. I presume?" Reika nodded.
"And you would be?" The man ignored her comment.
"Reika, you understand that you are not to let the individual out of your sight?"
"But-" The man interrupted.
"Good. Do not speak of our conversation to anyone. He may be of use to me." Reika paused.
"What do you mean?"
"Do not question me. Just follow my orders."
"I.... I-" Heero opened the door behind her, and she spun around to face him. "Heero! I can explain!"
"Explain what?" Reika turned around. The man was gone.
"N- nothing."
When they stepped outside, Heero felt strangely relieved to feel the wind on his cheeks, the sun shining down, and to see the sky such a bright azure blue. Reika gestured to what he assumed was her car, and the two got in and sat down.
"So where are we going?" The pilot inquired, but it wasn't Reika who spoke next.
"Back to your place, Heero!" He spun around. Reika had disappeared.
"What in the-?" Quatre smiled.
"Welcome back to civilization!" Heero grinned for the first time in as long as he could remember.
"Wufei, Quatre, Trowa! Hey- where's Duo?" A face peered back from the drivers seat.
"Yo!"
"We're all going to die." Heero paled. Duo let out a chuckle.
"Not a chance! I, the great Shinigami, got my license!" A tall building, almost identical to the hospital he'd just been in loomed ahead.
"Home... This can't be my home."
Heero rubbed his eyes and reached out for his seat belt. The image faded as he and Reika sat down in the driver's and passenger's seat. She started up the engine.
"Have anywhere you'd like to go?"
"Yeah. I'll go home. I can meet up with you tomorrow."
"Sure thing, Heero." Reika put the car into drive and started down the street. Heero knew he must have dozed off, since he remembered nothing between the drive from the hospital to his apartment. Reika nudged his shoulder gently.
"Mr.Yuy? Heero-san? You're home." Heero nodded to show his understanding and got out of the car.
"Thanks for the ride."
"No problem. Bye, Heero!" The pilot watched her leave and kept staring after her until the car disappeared from sight. There was a strange pain in his chest.
The keys Heero held in his palm began to warm up, until the were almost searing in his palm, but he didn't wince. He didn't care anymore. He shoved the key into his apartments keyhole and wearily stepped in the door. His own home was foreign to him, his own room, his own bed. Everything looked filthy, like it had been buried in some old tomb and then dragged to his apartment by wild horses.
"Welcome home," He said aloud. There was no answer. Heero set down his things and climbed into his bed. He would find his answers by searching for them, no matter how long it took. He would start tomorrow.