Title: Black Outs
Chapter two: Revelations and observation.
Author: Gambitsgal
Disclaimer: Uh.... Not mine... well the G-boys and co. anyway, this fic along with story line is all of my creation. Just don't tell the frog that. 0.o?
Author's Note: Thanks to those who have read this. Most appreciated. As before any and all feed back about this is most gratefully accepted. All of my thanks and replies to reviews are at the bottom as I got so many in such a sort space of time.
----- Heero's POV -----
I think I might be fitting, in those times that I black out. The bruises and cuts I've acquired when I do match what I've seen on others after a fitting session. I have told my doctor about this and she wants me to come in for a few days observation, at first I was unsure as it would delay my plans on leaving, but she said that my medication will take a few days to be sorted out. I reluctantly agreed as she said I shouldn't travel anywhere far until I do get my meds and so now I'm packing a small bag for the three day stay at the hospital. I hope the others don't question into where I'm going, because I don't think that I can deal with the stress at the moment. I collected my test results earlier from the hospital – such a joy that was – and they weren't what I was hoping they would be. They were vague, incredibly so. The basics of what they did say was that I'm suffering from memory loss, at which is caused by neurological inconsistencies. In English that translates as I'm blacking out and they have very little clue as to why. These black outs are definitely beginning to seriously affect me, both physically and mentally exhausting me, and sooner or later I'll slip up.
Now that the war is over, I find that I have time to think about things. About myself, the war and the other pilots. That's one thing I never really thought about before; how similar we all are. All of us have something in common with one or more of the others, which I suppose is why we worked so well together in battle. We complimented and supported one another when needed, and not just in battle either I had noticed.
Where WuFei, Trowa, and my self are generally quiet, Duo talks enough for all three of us once you get him started. Quatre holds his own on that one as well, but doesn't talk excessively like the braided baka. We were all devoted to fighting for what was right, in order to bring peace to both the colonies and Earth. Duo, Quatre and WuFei all have some resemblance to a life before and away from the fighting. They all have a past apart from the war, but neither Trowa nor my self have this, as we were soldiers long before the others, I even longer than Trowa. And now that the war is over all the others have some life to go back to. Quatre is continuing on with his family's vast business; WuFei has his own ideas; Duo is trying to lay down plans for a new orphanage using funds that were ciphered off OZ. Trowa is already back doing shows with the circus, though he isn't staying there permanently at the moment he intends to. I am the only one without some life to fall back into now that the fighting is through. I never thought about the future before, never made plans for a time of peace, because I truly didn't expect to live to see it and without the influences of the others I wouldn't be here now. Duo, especially, showed me a different side of things. So I began to make plans, now that I have the time to do so and I still marvel in the fact that I survived the war I was meant to die for. But then I suppose that these black outs I'm having are the counter balance for the fact that I'm still alive.
Someone is coming down the hall, I can hear the light footfalls now and I know that they're deliberately creeping to my door. They've been doing it for the last three hours, and I still can not tell if it is Duo or Quatre but it defiantly is not WuFei – he wouldn't use such tactics on me and Trowa wouldn't try listening in on me through my door either. The person is at the door now, and despite how serious this is I have the thought of just opening the door on them just to see there shocked expression. At least I would know who it was as well, but I feel too tired to bother and all that I want to do is sleep at the moment. I'm tired a lot and hungry but the smell of food makes me sick to the stomach. I'm getting headaches more frequently as well, but aspirin no longer seems to work. In fact my headache is currently getting worse, despite the fact I've already taken the maximum dosage of pain killers without it becoming a health risk.
The storm outside hasn't let up yet, and the power is still out. Not that I mind, I didn't need a light or anything, I only wish that the constant heavy rain would let up, even the slightest, because its making my headache worse. Duo is in the lounge with the others, the storm keeping them up. I guess that's one draw back from having such highly-sensitive hearing. The smallest thing can keep you awake. Duo has often commented about how abnormal I was, because despite my war trained abilities, I can sleep through almost anything – that's not threatening. He has often put that to use and discovered ways of waking me up, such as the sound of a gun being cocked. Of course I retaliate by waking him up at the strangest hours in the night by deliberately setting his alarm clock, and now it's permanently rigged to go off at three am, every morning. He can't figure out how to undo it and he won't simply ask me to fix it, because he doesn't want me to have one over him. If he asked I would fix it – I'm not that mean, just having a small laugh. The others too think its quite amusing.
I've taken to wearing long, baggy jumpers, with the sleeves reaching past my finger tips. I don't know why, I just feel more comfortable wearing something like that. And right now, feeling comfortable is important to me. I guess that these black outs are leaving me nervous and disorientated in my thoughts, especially with Quatre getting suspicious. I know that he and the others are worried about me, not that I blame them – I'm not eating much, I'm locking myself in my room, rarely talking to them (more so than usual) and disappearing out of the house for hours at a time. Not exactly the social bunny, I know. But I don't like the attention they're beginning to give me because it's making me paranoid and at the moment I don't need this. The footsteps are retreating now, whether the person they belong to has given up or not I don't know. I hope so.
----- Quatre's POV -----
The storm has been going for nearly five hour now, and it knocked the power out about an three and a half hours ago so there isn't much we can do. There are a few candles dotted around the room for light, which surprisingly enough Heero had gone out to get. He's the only one of us who doesn't actually mind the storm. I think he finds it quite amusing that four of the most highly trained and feared people during the war are disturbed by a simple thunder storm. Duo was a bit annoyed at this, but everyone knew he would find some way to get back at Heero some how. He was currently fiddling with his electronic alarm clock by a small work lamp, trying to reverse what Heero had done to it following a particularly early wake up call, but was as of yet unsuccessful. I don't think Duo minds too much, as it gave him something to do while the powers out. Trowa and WuFei were playing a game of chess over by the TV on the floor, I'm not sure who's winning exactly – they're quite evenly matched. I'm reading in the candle light, an old classic, but I can't really concentrate on the words. Every time I've managed to settle down, there a clap of thunder and lightening and it completely disturbs me. Heero's lucky, he isn't kept awake by this. Speaking of whom, I've not long checked on him – well technically I was listening in through his door, but I was just checking he's alright. After my talk with Trowa last night I now know that there is something wrong, I just don't know what is wrong.
Trowa's heading out to the circus tomorrow, and will be gone for two days, and WuFei said something about a Preventer assignment that will take just as long. So it'll just be me, Duo and Heero in the house for the next couple of days. I wonder if I can get anything out of Heero while there are less people around – I could send Duo out to get something from the shops and I can talk to him then. I'm sure that if he just talked to me then I would be able to help with what ever the problem is.
"Check." Trowa said softly, having moved his left rook. WuFei looked a little annoyed at that and is contemplating his next move carefully. The pair really are well matched as they had had each other in check numerous times in this game alone. I smile at the thought, before I hear a door open upstairs and it can only be Heero, as the rest of us are down here.
----- Duo's POV -----
I don't know what the hell Heero has done to this damned clock but it sure didn't look like I would fix it any time soon. At least it gives me something to do while the storm persists, but damn Heero. Nothing looks out of place, but something had to be wrong somewhere, it' just a question of what is wrong and where. He thinks it' so funny that I get woken up at three tam every morning – regardless of whether I turn the alarm on or not. It's such an inhumane time to wake up at. Add that to the fact that I can't sleep through a thunder storm, like Heero can, and the joke is very much on me, never mind that Trowa, Quatre and WuFei are also kept up by the storm. But then again, if mine and Heero's roles were reversed, I'd most likely be giving him grief over it. And there's another thing, he doesn't actually tease me or the others about it. Hell he's even nice about the whole damn thing. Though he did mumble something earlier, about worrying over a little light rain when he went out to the store earlier, in the pouring weather. 'Light' didn't describe the absolute down pour in even the slightest.
I was surprised when I heard Heero's bedroom door open, and I glanced at my watch to see that it was almost three in the morning. Looking up from my partly disassembled alarm clock, I see him shuffling down the stairs while yawning in mid-stretch. He's only wearing a pair of black cotton boxers and a long baggy top, the sleeves of which end about two inches past his finger tips. He's going into the kitchen and I go back to my work, listening to him rummaging around the open plan kitchen. The tap's running so I can assume that he's getting a drink and I try to once again figure out what's wrong with my clock, as he walks back into the sitting room.
"Ah-ha! There I fixed it. Not so tough now are you Hee-chan?" I sit back triumphant with a grin the size of the Mississippi and watch him glance to his wrist watch then smirk. What the....? Why is he smiling? He's not supposed to be smiling, I'm the victor here not him. I look at the alarm clock as if it held the answer and saw it ticking away the seconds until three am. The damn thing went off! I gave a moan of exasperation and put my head on the table in defeat. "Fine, you win. What the Hell did you do to this retched thing?" I blindly wave the mechanical device in the air above me, waiting for him to take it and I hear him place his glass of water on the table near to me. When he took the clock out of my hand I looked up, intent on finding out what he had done to it. Heero shook back his sleeve to allow his fingers access into the back of the clock and he did..... something before setting it back down on the table top. He smirked as he picked up his glass again and spoke, sounding highly amused.
"All fixed." I glared at him for that, one of the best Shinigami glares possible at the time, but he just yawned and he3aded back upstairs to his room, shutting the door gently behind him.
"How did he do that?" I couldn't see anything different about the clock than five minutes ago and what's worse, I know the others are smirking behind me – Quatre is actually giggling quietly. I decided that I was too tired to care though, and so I'm fixing the clock's cover back on lazily.
The storm is finally passing by the sounds of it, and I can go to sleep at last! I almost pity WuFei, as there isn't much point in him going to bed now as he'll be up again in an hour and a half to begin his morning meditations. Then he's off to work at six am, and Trowa is going in with him, to the airport to catch his flight, but he can sleep on shuttle. I can't hide a yawn as I pack my tools and bits away and I realise that I'm struggling to stay awake. "I'm beat. Night, guys. Well morning technically but I don't care." I'm half way up the stairs when I hear the assorted responses from the others and my mind is narrowing to focus on just getting into bed. I bang loudly on Heero's door once as I go past, knowing it will wake him up if he's asleep, and call through the door; "Goodnight Heero."
"Baka!" Was the sleepy reply I got, and I'm grinning as I must have woken him.
"Love you too Hee-chan." I reply chirpily, despite being half asleep already.
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Well here are the replies as promised, to the reviewers. Thank you one and all. You made Mysticheero jealous. Hee hee. (Mysticheero: "I'll get you my pretty, pretty, pretty. Beware my deadly.... erm... parrot?"). Eep! '0.0'
To Jander: Nice to know you like the fic. I got this up as fast as I could my dear. Hope that you enjoy this chapter as well.
Mistress Of Anime: Heero-kun, ahh, gotta love the guy. . I'm glad I choose this fic over the others I was going to write up first.
Mara202: Thanks for reviewing, a writer always loves to be adored – or at least noticed.
VioletteMai: You'll be pleased with this then as its death threatening but at the same time not, for some reason those fics are always good to read. It's like the whole you always have to hurt your favourite character, despite he's your favourite. 0.o? No I don't understand how that works either. Thanks for reviewing – I love yer fics so much so ye reading mine is so cool. .
Galacticoutlaw: I only realised that when I read your review. I can do that to people, like Mysticheero can confuse and amuse people – honestly she's just like Captain Jack Sparrow, she does the voice, the walk, that drunken wobble – despite the fact she doesn't drink anything other than coke-a-cola – the hand gestures, facial expressions, talks in a non-stop blur with random nonsense. She likes dark rum! But anyway I'm getting off track....
Bunch-o-Nuts: Thank you, just put me on author alert and it will immediately tell you through email if I update. . The wonders of modern technology.
Rekkaboziegirl: Cliff hanger I know, but so's this in a fashion – kinda. Sorry about that but if I don't reign them in like this then well I'll never put up chapters because I'm a slow writer when it comes to putting this down on paper or computer file from out of my head, unless I'm on a streak and my muse hasn't buggered off. What's wrong with Heero? Keep reading and find out. Torture isn't it? Mysticheero introduced me to it and well it's become an addictive sport.
Regina: I didn't mean to put across the opinion that Heero was schizophrenic.... But hey it adds to the drama, and as to the paranoia well that.... um.... just keep reading. Again didn't mean for the paranoia. Like I said to Rekkaboziegirl you have to keep reading to find out what's wrong with Heero. . Gosh I love torturing people this way. Ahhhh. So refreshing. But blushes thanks for the compliments. Most excepted!! (MH: "Oh dear, its going to her head evil grin this could work to my advantage" 0. )
Amber: Thanks for the mail, sorry if it took a while to change the settings but Fanfic was down when I got ye mail so I had to wait until later. About the Japanese keyboard, um well I'm not sure they do these either but heh, I thought that it went in well with the plot. Funnily enough Mysticheero commented on that but I chose to ignore her.
