I'm sorry it has taken me a while to finally get the next chapter out, its just with school, my friends, preparing for college, work, and my boyfriend, I haven't had much time for anything else. So I hope everyone likes this chapter and I'm sorry it took so long to get out, I'll try to be faster in the summer, but right now don't count on it.
Title: Fallaces Sunt Rerum Specie
Author: SidhePrincessAislinn (aka XiXi)
Summary: Sylvia Noventa needs a change, she wants to be free of her constricting life. To do so she disappears, unknowningly she brings the one person she never wanted to see again back into her life. Heero Yuy
Pairings: 01+Sylvia Noventa, 02+OC, later on 3+4
Non requies pro militem
The hall was dark, alluding to the time at night it was. Heero leaned his forehead against the door as he fished out his keys. He wanted to get inside his apartment, his refuge from the world. Heero knew he smelled of sex and hard liquor, and he really did not want to chance a neighbor working the graveyard shift seeing him. The metallic release of a lock brought his attention back to what he was doing. He quickly opened the door and stepped inside. Closing the door, he leaned heavily against it, musing on the night's advents.
The case with Sylvia Noventa was bringing out carefully suppressed nightmares. Nightmares that he had not seen since the war. Heero tried to drown out the haunting ghost the best he could. Vodka, gin, rum 151, and a couple of shots of southern comfort helped a little. At this point in the night Heero was fabulously drunk. It was then when Une came into the bar. She saw him, and decided to take him home with her. That plan had been changed once they got there, and the result was Heero smelling of sex. Heero decided it was time he tried to move into his bedroom. Walking carefully, he made his way to his room. It took a few minutes, but he made it. He did not turn on the light.
The room was dark, but light from the waning moon let him see where he was going. The bathroom was his true destination. Heero looked at his welcoming bed. Blue silk sheets, a puffy royal blue comforter, and feather pillows called out to him. He could make out a little black indent at the foot of his bed. Miles, his black cat, was sleeping there, dead to the world. Heero passed his wonderful bed to head for the bathroom, wanting to get all the fluids that came with sex off of him.
Stepping inside the bathroom reminded Heero why he had went to the bar to begin with. His butterfly lay opened on the counter near the sink, which was still full of water. The water was now rose colored, since the blood had time to disperse through out the liquid. Drops of blood where on the floor, some smeared from being walked through. Heero turn with a sigh from the sanguine scene. He was going to have to clean up the mess soon.
It wasn't that he was really trying to kill himself. It was just that his mental anguish just got so great, he needed a release. Bloodletting was the only thing that he could come up with. It had worked for him during the war, and it worked now. Heero knew if the was going to kill himself he would be a man about it. He would hang himself or shoot himself in the head, not slit his wrists or swallow a bunch of pills. Go out with a bang; Duo used to say that. Heero knew that he needed to get help, but he hated psychoanalytical psychology. Talking about his dead parents, Odin Lowe, and Dr. J and how they related to him on a sexual level was not going to help him. Freud be damned. Heero was aware, however, that his general personality disorder had grown into full- blown antisocial personality disorder. If one ignored the fact that he worked for the government, read as law, he was a casebook example. Though, there was an upside to being a sociopath. It made his job easier.
Heero walked over his mess and started the shower. He undressed and got in. A hard stream of hot water hit him. He washed his hair and rinsed it out, leaning against the tile. Heero looked at his wrist. Three precise lines going from left to right in a straight line was what he saw. How was he going to explain this to Duo? The boy would notice. He always had before. Heero could not help but to wonder how long it would take before he got schizophrenia. He smiled a little at the thought, wondering what his delusion of grandeur would be. He already saved the world and fought a war against a whole army with only four other people. Maybe he would think he was the Anti-Christ, then again if Duo was correct, Relena already was.
Heero shut off the water. It was early into the next morning, and he needed some sleep before his flight to L2. He didn't bother with clothes or drying off as he picked Miles up off of the bed and slid between the covers. He would be able to get three hours of sleep. Ah, luxury. In any case, it was an improvement.
***
It was about three o'clock in the afternoon the next day when Heero arrived at the terminal on L2. Everything he brought with him was considered a carry on, so he just continued off the shuttle and looked for Duo and Kandace. Heero spotted them near a window looking at planes. Heero noticed that Duo was wearing his typical black shirt that had a rock band he never heard of on it. To complete the outfit, he wore black pants and a combat boots. Kandace was next to him, with her long blonde hair down and looking like a little innocent pacifist, though he knew better, in a white t-shirt, white skirt with red flowers, and a pair of red flip-flops. There was a girl with them that he had never scene before. She had long dark brown hair, which was down, and green eyes. The outfit was what made him notice her. She had on a black and red plaited mini-skirt and a black t-shirt that read Jimmy Eat World. Though Heero would never admit it to anyone, he did like punk music. If Duo ever found out, he would never hear the end of it.
Heero walk over to where Duo and the others were. He looked over at his friend, who smiled and waved. Kandace smiled brilliantly at him. The other girl just nodded toward him. Duo grabbed one of the bags off his shoulder and set it on his own. Smiling, he introduced Heero to the unknown girl.
"Okay. Heero Yuy, this is Sienna Annaeus. Sienna this is Mr. Perfect Soldier/ pain in my ass/whatever you feel like calling him." Duo said without missing a beat.
Heero glared at him, but gave up when Sienna walked up to him, shook his hand and kissed him on each cheek. It shocked him at first, but then he realized she must originally be from Earth, Europe to be precise, the only place in the world where people exchange such a greeting. Heero bowed to her, letting her know that he had a problem with people touching him. Duo started walking to the exit from the airport.
"Oi! Heero, Sienna, Kandie, hurry up, I'm hungry! Let's go get some food."
Everyone quickly caught up with Duo as he headed toward the car. Heero looked over at Sienna as she talked to Kandace about some car she was thinking of buying. The girl was kirei, but familiar, was all that he could think of while getting into Duo's car.
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Okay the only note I have is all the anti-christ joke made about Relena, in the bible (do not ask me where) it says that the anti-christ will/will try to rule the whole world, i.e. Relena being the Queen of the World, God wanted there to be different countries because its harder for the devil to try control man-kind.
Title: Fallaces Sunt Rerum Specie
Author: SidhePrincessAislinn (aka XiXi)
Summary: Sylvia Noventa needs a change, she wants to be free of her constricting life. To do so she disappears, unknowningly she brings the one person she never wanted to see again back into her life. Heero Yuy
Pairings: 01+Sylvia Noventa, 02+OC, later on 3+4
Non requies pro militem
The hall was dark, alluding to the time at night it was. Heero leaned his forehead against the door as he fished out his keys. He wanted to get inside his apartment, his refuge from the world. Heero knew he smelled of sex and hard liquor, and he really did not want to chance a neighbor working the graveyard shift seeing him. The metallic release of a lock brought his attention back to what he was doing. He quickly opened the door and stepped inside. Closing the door, he leaned heavily against it, musing on the night's advents.
The case with Sylvia Noventa was bringing out carefully suppressed nightmares. Nightmares that he had not seen since the war. Heero tried to drown out the haunting ghost the best he could. Vodka, gin, rum 151, and a couple of shots of southern comfort helped a little. At this point in the night Heero was fabulously drunk. It was then when Une came into the bar. She saw him, and decided to take him home with her. That plan had been changed once they got there, and the result was Heero smelling of sex. Heero decided it was time he tried to move into his bedroom. Walking carefully, he made his way to his room. It took a few minutes, but he made it. He did not turn on the light.
The room was dark, but light from the waning moon let him see where he was going. The bathroom was his true destination. Heero looked at his welcoming bed. Blue silk sheets, a puffy royal blue comforter, and feather pillows called out to him. He could make out a little black indent at the foot of his bed. Miles, his black cat, was sleeping there, dead to the world. Heero passed his wonderful bed to head for the bathroom, wanting to get all the fluids that came with sex off of him.
Stepping inside the bathroom reminded Heero why he had went to the bar to begin with. His butterfly lay opened on the counter near the sink, which was still full of water. The water was now rose colored, since the blood had time to disperse through out the liquid. Drops of blood where on the floor, some smeared from being walked through. Heero turn with a sigh from the sanguine scene. He was going to have to clean up the mess soon.
It wasn't that he was really trying to kill himself. It was just that his mental anguish just got so great, he needed a release. Bloodletting was the only thing that he could come up with. It had worked for him during the war, and it worked now. Heero knew if the was going to kill himself he would be a man about it. He would hang himself or shoot himself in the head, not slit his wrists or swallow a bunch of pills. Go out with a bang; Duo used to say that. Heero knew that he needed to get help, but he hated psychoanalytical psychology. Talking about his dead parents, Odin Lowe, and Dr. J and how they related to him on a sexual level was not going to help him. Freud be damned. Heero was aware, however, that his general personality disorder had grown into full- blown antisocial personality disorder. If one ignored the fact that he worked for the government, read as law, he was a casebook example. Though, there was an upside to being a sociopath. It made his job easier.
Heero walked over his mess and started the shower. He undressed and got in. A hard stream of hot water hit him. He washed his hair and rinsed it out, leaning against the tile. Heero looked at his wrist. Three precise lines going from left to right in a straight line was what he saw. How was he going to explain this to Duo? The boy would notice. He always had before. Heero could not help but to wonder how long it would take before he got schizophrenia. He smiled a little at the thought, wondering what his delusion of grandeur would be. He already saved the world and fought a war against a whole army with only four other people. Maybe he would think he was the Anti-Christ, then again if Duo was correct, Relena already was.
Heero shut off the water. It was early into the next morning, and he needed some sleep before his flight to L2. He didn't bother with clothes or drying off as he picked Miles up off of the bed and slid between the covers. He would be able to get three hours of sleep. Ah, luxury. In any case, it was an improvement.
***
It was about three o'clock in the afternoon the next day when Heero arrived at the terminal on L2. Everything he brought with him was considered a carry on, so he just continued off the shuttle and looked for Duo and Kandace. Heero spotted them near a window looking at planes. Heero noticed that Duo was wearing his typical black shirt that had a rock band he never heard of on it. To complete the outfit, he wore black pants and a combat boots. Kandace was next to him, with her long blonde hair down and looking like a little innocent pacifist, though he knew better, in a white t-shirt, white skirt with red flowers, and a pair of red flip-flops. There was a girl with them that he had never scene before. She had long dark brown hair, which was down, and green eyes. The outfit was what made him notice her. She had on a black and red plaited mini-skirt and a black t-shirt that read Jimmy Eat World. Though Heero would never admit it to anyone, he did like punk music. If Duo ever found out, he would never hear the end of it.
Heero walk over to where Duo and the others were. He looked over at his friend, who smiled and waved. Kandace smiled brilliantly at him. The other girl just nodded toward him. Duo grabbed one of the bags off his shoulder and set it on his own. Smiling, he introduced Heero to the unknown girl.
"Okay. Heero Yuy, this is Sienna Annaeus. Sienna this is Mr. Perfect Soldier/ pain in my ass/whatever you feel like calling him." Duo said without missing a beat.
Heero glared at him, but gave up when Sienna walked up to him, shook his hand and kissed him on each cheek. It shocked him at first, but then he realized she must originally be from Earth, Europe to be precise, the only place in the world where people exchange such a greeting. Heero bowed to her, letting her know that he had a problem with people touching him. Duo started walking to the exit from the airport.
"Oi! Heero, Sienna, Kandie, hurry up, I'm hungry! Let's go get some food."
Everyone quickly caught up with Duo as he headed toward the car. Heero looked over at Sienna as she talked to Kandace about some car she was thinking of buying. The girl was kirei, but familiar, was all that he could think of while getting into Duo's car.
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Okay the only note I have is all the anti-christ joke made about Relena, in the bible (do not ask me where) it says that the anti-christ will/will try to rule the whole world, i.e. Relena being the Queen of the World, God wanted there to be different countries because its harder for the devil to try control man-kind.