DISCLAIMER: I'm really getting tired of these things. If you want a
disclaimer, read one of the other chapters.
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Heero's dinning room was full as everyone sat down for a meal at the dinner table (extendable dining table). Hell, he didn't even know that it was extendable until now. A good thing, nonetheless. What was the saying, "Don't question a good thing."
He sat down at the dinner table next to Hilde. The parents on their left and an aunt and uncle sat on the left. Two brothers sat on each end of the table. The Grandparents sat across from them. Next to them sit a set of older cousins and on the other side another aunt and uncle. Five kids sat huddled around the coffee table that had been pulled out of the living room. Along with which ever other relatives were lurking in the kitchen preparing a meal.
"So Heero. Tell me about your family." Hilde's mother spoke up. Wanted to relieve some of the pressure he must be feeling right then. He hadn't said a word since the door. So she figured he must be worried.
"Sorry. No family." He shook his head with somewhat of a smirk. Showing that he wasn't really bothered with it. Mrs. Schbeiker looked a little confusedly at him.
Hilde filled it in for her. Feeling somewhat sad for him. She had forgotten about that. Like Duo, Heero didn't have any family. But she had the impression that Heero took it a lot deeper than Duo did. "He doesn't have any family, Mom. He was an orphan."
Mrs. Schbeiker looked a little uncomfortable. Not wanting to bring up such a touchy subject. "Oh, I'm sorry." She said quietly. She nodded her head. Letting the issue drop.
"So how did the two of you meet?" One of her brothers asked. Jason asked. The oldest one of the brothers.
"We met near the end of the war. I had just injured myself in an. . .accident. . .and Heero was just about to head out into battle again." She supplied the information. She looked around and saw some of her family was looking at Heero to comment.
"So you were a soldier, eh?" Grandpa Schbeiker pointed at him with question. A hard looking in his eyes when he looked at Heero.
"Yes. I was a soldier." He nodded his head. Not really wanting to elaborate on that subject. But it didn't look like anyone wanted to bring up that subject. He had to remember. I was only five years ago.
"I thought so. With the way you carry yourself. War does that to some people. I was a soldier myself. In the Federation. Got out just as the war begun as per my wife's instructions." He glared at the old woman next to him who glared back at him.
"Commander Schbeiker, of the Naval Base at New Port section 234861. Commander of the legion forces 10th brigade." He recalled out loud from memory. He really didn't intend on doing it but the information often came to him weather he wanted it or not.
"Yes. That's right." The old man nodded to him. "You know your stuff. May I ask how you still remember?"
"As a soldier, some things you can never quit. Some things, you can never forget." Heero's voice became quieter. He finally noticed that almost everyone was silent. Listening to them.
Hilde looked at Heero sadly. She of course knew that all of the Gundam Pilots had it bad. But she surmised that Heero probably had it the worse out of all of them. She put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed it gently. Looking into eyes that told her thank you. Even if he couldn't say it.
"So Heero. What are you doing for a living now?" One of the uncles, keen on changing the subject, asked him. He didn't mind this question as much as the last few.
Hilde supplied the answer for him. "Heero writes computer software." Half- truth she knew. She wasn't ready to tell her parents that they were both Preventors. She didn't want her family to think they were going to lose their daughter again.
Mr. Schbeiker's eyes lit up slightly Hilde noticed. "Perhaps you would be interested in working with the family business? We could use a good man in the electronics department. Think about it."
Dinner went on without further incident as some of the woman sent their kids to bed. About half of the family would be staying in the apartment. While thankfully they brought a mobile home with them for some of them to sleep in.
The hour was getting late. A few people sat in the living room watching the TV where Heero currently resided. The few people that were up looked at him from time to time smiling. As to why he wasn't entirely sure. He felt something nudge him slightly.
Looking next to him, he saw that Hilde had snuggled up to him on the couch and had fallen asleep. He wondered how that had happened. He didn't even notice or remembering her do it. Or how his arm had come to be around her.
He absent-mindedly played with a bit of her hair with his hand as he smiled slightly down at her. Now he knew why they were smiling at him. She was lucky to have such a family.
Mr. and Mrs. Schbeiker were some of the last people up that night along with himself. Getting up to go to bed themselves in the spare bedroom, Hilda stopped to talk to Heero on the couch.
"Thank you Heero." She said softly in his ear to avoid waking Hilde up. He looked at the older woman with confusion.
"For what?" He asked quietly.
She smiled warmly at him and then at the sleeping form in his arms. "For loving her all this time. You may not realize it, but I think she needed it more than you think. Thank you for giving her the love she deserves." She hugged Heero in a half embrace. Since he was on the couch.
Turning the TV off, he gathered Hilde softly in his arms and stood up. Making his way toward the bedroom. She pulled herself closer in his shirt looking for warmth. He laid her down on the bed and covered her up. Looking down at her sleeping form.
She needed love? Was she unhappy? He never paid attention before. If anything, he would say Hilde and his family showed him more love than he showed her. But then, he wasn't sure about that. Did he love her?
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Heero's dinning room was full as everyone sat down for a meal at the dinner table (extendable dining table). Hell, he didn't even know that it was extendable until now. A good thing, nonetheless. What was the saying, "Don't question a good thing."
He sat down at the dinner table next to Hilde. The parents on their left and an aunt and uncle sat on the left. Two brothers sat on each end of the table. The Grandparents sat across from them. Next to them sit a set of older cousins and on the other side another aunt and uncle. Five kids sat huddled around the coffee table that had been pulled out of the living room. Along with which ever other relatives were lurking in the kitchen preparing a meal.
"So Heero. Tell me about your family." Hilde's mother spoke up. Wanted to relieve some of the pressure he must be feeling right then. He hadn't said a word since the door. So she figured he must be worried.
"Sorry. No family." He shook his head with somewhat of a smirk. Showing that he wasn't really bothered with it. Mrs. Schbeiker looked a little confusedly at him.
Hilde filled it in for her. Feeling somewhat sad for him. She had forgotten about that. Like Duo, Heero didn't have any family. But she had the impression that Heero took it a lot deeper than Duo did. "He doesn't have any family, Mom. He was an orphan."
Mrs. Schbeiker looked a little uncomfortable. Not wanting to bring up such a touchy subject. "Oh, I'm sorry." She said quietly. She nodded her head. Letting the issue drop.
"So how did the two of you meet?" One of her brothers asked. Jason asked. The oldest one of the brothers.
"We met near the end of the war. I had just injured myself in an. . .accident. . .and Heero was just about to head out into battle again." She supplied the information. She looked around and saw some of her family was looking at Heero to comment.
"So you were a soldier, eh?" Grandpa Schbeiker pointed at him with question. A hard looking in his eyes when he looked at Heero.
"Yes. I was a soldier." He nodded his head. Not really wanting to elaborate on that subject. But it didn't look like anyone wanted to bring up that subject. He had to remember. I was only five years ago.
"I thought so. With the way you carry yourself. War does that to some people. I was a soldier myself. In the Federation. Got out just as the war begun as per my wife's instructions." He glared at the old woman next to him who glared back at him.
"Commander Schbeiker, of the Naval Base at New Port section 234861. Commander of the legion forces 10th brigade." He recalled out loud from memory. He really didn't intend on doing it but the information often came to him weather he wanted it or not.
"Yes. That's right." The old man nodded to him. "You know your stuff. May I ask how you still remember?"
"As a soldier, some things you can never quit. Some things, you can never forget." Heero's voice became quieter. He finally noticed that almost everyone was silent. Listening to them.
Hilde looked at Heero sadly. She of course knew that all of the Gundam Pilots had it bad. But she surmised that Heero probably had it the worse out of all of them. She put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed it gently. Looking into eyes that told her thank you. Even if he couldn't say it.
"So Heero. What are you doing for a living now?" One of the uncles, keen on changing the subject, asked him. He didn't mind this question as much as the last few.
Hilde supplied the answer for him. "Heero writes computer software." Half- truth she knew. She wasn't ready to tell her parents that they were both Preventors. She didn't want her family to think they were going to lose their daughter again.
Mr. Schbeiker's eyes lit up slightly Hilde noticed. "Perhaps you would be interested in working with the family business? We could use a good man in the electronics department. Think about it."
Dinner went on without further incident as some of the woman sent their kids to bed. About half of the family would be staying in the apartment. While thankfully they brought a mobile home with them for some of them to sleep in.
The hour was getting late. A few people sat in the living room watching the TV where Heero currently resided. The few people that were up looked at him from time to time smiling. As to why he wasn't entirely sure. He felt something nudge him slightly.
Looking next to him, he saw that Hilde had snuggled up to him on the couch and had fallen asleep. He wondered how that had happened. He didn't even notice or remembering her do it. Or how his arm had come to be around her.
He absent-mindedly played with a bit of her hair with his hand as he smiled slightly down at her. Now he knew why they were smiling at him. She was lucky to have such a family.
Mr. and Mrs. Schbeiker were some of the last people up that night along with himself. Getting up to go to bed themselves in the spare bedroom, Hilda stopped to talk to Heero on the couch.
"Thank you Heero." She said softly in his ear to avoid waking Hilde up. He looked at the older woman with confusion.
"For what?" He asked quietly.
She smiled warmly at him and then at the sleeping form in his arms. "For loving her all this time. You may not realize it, but I think she needed it more than you think. Thank you for giving her the love she deserves." She hugged Heero in a half embrace. Since he was on the couch.
Turning the TV off, he gathered Hilde softly in his arms and stood up. Making his way toward the bedroom. She pulled herself closer in his shirt looking for warmth. He laid her down on the bed and covered her up. Looking down at her sleeping form.
She needed love? Was she unhappy? He never paid attention before. If anything, he would say Hilde and his family showed him more love than he showed her. But then, he wasn't sure about that. Did he love her?