Gundam Wing no mine. Reika yes. Lawsuit bad. Sorry I've taken so long
to post. Not that anyone really cares, because no one reads the fic
anyway; yadda yadda yadda; self pity; please send me a million
dollars....
Ahem. The self-pity trip is now over; you may resume your reading.
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Heero didn't get much sleep that night; he lay awake in fear of his actions. When he did fall asleep, torment -fire and brimstone- appeared in the darkness of his mind. Blood was spattered everywhere; the white curtains were crimson red, the floor awash in wet red pools. No matter what he did, Heero could not stop the blood from coming, nor could he find the source.
Looking up at the ceiling, he tried to find a reason as to why he was having these nigthmarish and fit-filled evenings, but no answer came to mind. The sky outside was so dark; the moon was so white and pure. He stood up and walked over to the window. His cobalt-blue eyes were almost black; his expression was blank as he opened the window. The curtains leaped out towards him, the wind licking at them, trying to rip them away...
Before he knew what he was doing, Heero found himself walking out onto the balcony, looking down at the pavement, climbing up onto the railing, and finally... He jumped.
Heero's eyes snapped open as the feeling of weightlessness reached its peak and he rolled over to find himself still staring at his ceiling.
"What in the hell... How many times do I have to try and do myself in before I can see her again?" Heero sighed.
Suddenly, there was a soft voice commanding his attention at the back of his head.
"Heero..."
"I'm here," he replied into the privacy of his home, hoping for an answer, "is that you, Relena?"
"Yes.." There was silence for a minute or so, and then- "Yes, I am. Heero, you need to do one thing for me if you ever want to see me again..."
"Tell me! Anything, I'll do it." There was an unfamiliar urgency in his voice, but Heero barely noticed it himself.
"You need to stay alive."
"But... How can that serve any purpose? You're dead."
"Stay alive," she repeated, "I'll see you in the a-a-a-"
"What?" The tape recorder clicked over and Heero sat bolt upright. "Show yourself."
A heighty man stepped out of the shadows, all grace and unease, silent as the shadows themselves. He bowed, his bright blonde hair sweeping over his shoulders. "Heero Yuy, we meet again."
"Zechs. How nice of you to visit the mental patient." Heero was already on his feet, gun held point-blank towards Zechs' head. "It was you talking to Reika. I pretended not to hear anything, but it was you, wasn't it? I was wondering how she'd be allowed to keep an eye on me, much less break me out of that joint." He narrowed his eyes as Zechs laughed.
"Not so fast. I owe you nothing. Do you realize what sort of position you're in? You're suspected for first-degree murder, Yuy."
"If that was true, why would they let me out of the 'Psychiatric Ward for the Corrupt and Stupid Losers?' Something tells me thet wouldn't give up a felon."
"What would you tell me if I said they weren't aware yet? You were found before the murder. Yet, you disappeared for those crucial ten minutes when my darling sister was murdered..."
"The point, Zechs?"
"I just want my piece of the man who killed my sister. Relena was the new queen of the Sanct kingdom. The bastard who killed her would return a nice sum of money, you know?"
"Then I guess this is goodbye, Zechs," Heero turned off the safety switch on his gun, "unless you can give me one good reason not to kill you."
"Well, I can't do that, now can I? I'd like to see you try. That gun has no bullets."
"Son of a bitch." Heero dropped his gun. "Shit! Don't you get it? I loved her. Why would I kill the one I love?"
"You're the mental patient, not me."
Heero dropped his head. "Maybe so."
Within seconds, Zechs swooped in behind the pilot, to Heero's right, and smashed a book into his head. The book was the hefty biography Heero had taken out during his stay, and subsequently 'forgot' to return. "Couldn't resist reading up on your victory, eh Yuy?" Zechs grabbed Heero by his hair, and pulled the pilot up to his shoulder. He slung the limp body over his shoulder and made his way towards the exist of Heero's apartment.
Zechs was no longer a traitor to the Sanct kingdom, had he ever been. No, he'd made a new life for himself as Relena's servent, once she finally excepted him as her brother. Now that sister was dead and gone, and he wanted revenge. He carted the body off the colony and back to Sanct headquarters. He'd make Heero talk before he finished him off.
Reika climbed the stairs to Heero's apartment; the elevator was broken again. The spare key she received from Zechs came in handy, too. She let herself into Heero's apartment.
"Heero?" She checked the rooms thoroughly, looked in closets, under the bed, and behind doors. You never knew with Heero. Or psychopaths. But that was besides the point. Then, something occurred to her. She let out a string of expletives that would make the toughest sailor blush. "I swear, Zechs, if I ever..."
Heero sat up, dazed and nauseous. There was something sticky on the back of his head, and lifting his hand to check (as heavy as his arms felt) he realized it was blood. "Damn you, Zechs." It turned out his arms were heavy because they'd been chained to the wall. He was sitting in prison. Heero let out a frustrated growl and maneuvered his hand into his jean pocket. There was a pick for a lock in there; he was sure of it. No such luck; Zechs had kindly removed the contents of his pockets.
Footsteps echoed down the hall, and Heero hastened to pretend to be sleeping.
"He's in here?"
"Yes, Relena's killer is imprisoned and accounted for." Zechs' voice was distorted from the long hall, but Heero could tell it was him.
"Are we ready?"
"Yes. Get the rack."
Ahem. The self-pity trip is now over; you may resume your reading.
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Heero didn't get much sleep that night; he lay awake in fear of his actions. When he did fall asleep, torment -fire and brimstone- appeared in the darkness of his mind. Blood was spattered everywhere; the white curtains were crimson red, the floor awash in wet red pools. No matter what he did, Heero could not stop the blood from coming, nor could he find the source.
Looking up at the ceiling, he tried to find a reason as to why he was having these nigthmarish and fit-filled evenings, but no answer came to mind. The sky outside was so dark; the moon was so white and pure. He stood up and walked over to the window. His cobalt-blue eyes were almost black; his expression was blank as he opened the window. The curtains leaped out towards him, the wind licking at them, trying to rip them away...
Before he knew what he was doing, Heero found himself walking out onto the balcony, looking down at the pavement, climbing up onto the railing, and finally... He jumped.
Heero's eyes snapped open as the feeling of weightlessness reached its peak and he rolled over to find himself still staring at his ceiling.
"What in the hell... How many times do I have to try and do myself in before I can see her again?" Heero sighed.
Suddenly, there was a soft voice commanding his attention at the back of his head.
"Heero..."
"I'm here," he replied into the privacy of his home, hoping for an answer, "is that you, Relena?"
"Yes.." There was silence for a minute or so, and then- "Yes, I am. Heero, you need to do one thing for me if you ever want to see me again..."
"Tell me! Anything, I'll do it." There was an unfamiliar urgency in his voice, but Heero barely noticed it himself.
"You need to stay alive."
"But... How can that serve any purpose? You're dead."
"Stay alive," she repeated, "I'll see you in the a-a-a-"
"What?" The tape recorder clicked over and Heero sat bolt upright. "Show yourself."
A heighty man stepped out of the shadows, all grace and unease, silent as the shadows themselves. He bowed, his bright blonde hair sweeping over his shoulders. "Heero Yuy, we meet again."
"Zechs. How nice of you to visit the mental patient." Heero was already on his feet, gun held point-blank towards Zechs' head. "It was you talking to Reika. I pretended not to hear anything, but it was you, wasn't it? I was wondering how she'd be allowed to keep an eye on me, much less break me out of that joint." He narrowed his eyes as Zechs laughed.
"Not so fast. I owe you nothing. Do you realize what sort of position you're in? You're suspected for first-degree murder, Yuy."
"If that was true, why would they let me out of the 'Psychiatric Ward for the Corrupt and Stupid Losers?' Something tells me thet wouldn't give up a felon."
"What would you tell me if I said they weren't aware yet? You were found before the murder. Yet, you disappeared for those crucial ten minutes when my darling sister was murdered..."
"The point, Zechs?"
"I just want my piece of the man who killed my sister. Relena was the new queen of the Sanct kingdom. The bastard who killed her would return a nice sum of money, you know?"
"Then I guess this is goodbye, Zechs," Heero turned off the safety switch on his gun, "unless you can give me one good reason not to kill you."
"Well, I can't do that, now can I? I'd like to see you try. That gun has no bullets."
"Son of a bitch." Heero dropped his gun. "Shit! Don't you get it? I loved her. Why would I kill the one I love?"
"You're the mental patient, not me."
Heero dropped his head. "Maybe so."
Within seconds, Zechs swooped in behind the pilot, to Heero's right, and smashed a book into his head. The book was the hefty biography Heero had taken out during his stay, and subsequently 'forgot' to return. "Couldn't resist reading up on your victory, eh Yuy?" Zechs grabbed Heero by his hair, and pulled the pilot up to his shoulder. He slung the limp body over his shoulder and made his way towards the exist of Heero's apartment.
Zechs was no longer a traitor to the Sanct kingdom, had he ever been. No, he'd made a new life for himself as Relena's servent, once she finally excepted him as her brother. Now that sister was dead and gone, and he wanted revenge. He carted the body off the colony and back to Sanct headquarters. He'd make Heero talk before he finished him off.
Reika climbed the stairs to Heero's apartment; the elevator was broken again. The spare key she received from Zechs came in handy, too. She let herself into Heero's apartment.
"Heero?" She checked the rooms thoroughly, looked in closets, under the bed, and behind doors. You never knew with Heero. Or psychopaths. But that was besides the point. Then, something occurred to her. She let out a string of expletives that would make the toughest sailor blush. "I swear, Zechs, if I ever..."
Heero sat up, dazed and nauseous. There was something sticky on the back of his head, and lifting his hand to check (as heavy as his arms felt) he realized it was blood. "Damn you, Zechs." It turned out his arms were heavy because they'd been chained to the wall. He was sitting in prison. Heero let out a frustrated growl and maneuvered his hand into his jean pocket. There was a pick for a lock in there; he was sure of it. No such luck; Zechs had kindly removed the contents of his pockets.
Footsteps echoed down the hall, and Heero hastened to pretend to be sleeping.
"He's in here?"
"Yes, Relena's killer is imprisoned and accounted for." Zechs' voice was distorted from the long hall, but Heero could tell it was him.
"Are we ready?"
"Yes. Get the rack."