Emotions of the Perfect Soldier
Oh, the excitement mounts. Bad Heero is fighting, very naughty of him. But it can't be helped, otherwise how am I going to get my plot started? *grins evilly* Thank you for all the really nice reviews I am getting (I think most of you are exaggerating; this story is actually really dumb, and I didn't think it would go off well at all), hope to hear more from you!
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Tekkan smirked, the delight of the approaching fight dancing in his eyes. Heero gazed back at him, completely expressionless. He knew he could beat Tekkan easily; it wasn't too likely that this guy had any proper military training whatsoever. However, you could never be too careful.
Both boys took on fighting positions. The crowd that had gathered around them held its breath, waiting for one to make the first move.
Heero's opponent decided to act. Leaping forward, Tekkan brought his fist down on Heero's back - or rather, where Heero's back had been a second ago. But Tekkan was also quick. He spun around and dogged the blow that Heero, who had slipped behind him, had aimed for his shoulder.
Hmmm, he has quick reflexes. Shouldn't be a problem though. I'll just finish him off as soon as he gets tired, Heero thought, while at the same time avoiding Tekkan's next assault, so that the latter almost ended up on the floor, and could barely stop himself with his hands.
There were a few shouts of laughter from the crowd, except for those who were loyal to Tekkan, and yelled encouragements to him, as well as insults at Heero. But he didn't let himself get distracted. Deciding to end the fight before a teacher showed up, he in turn attacked his opponent.
Tekkan was taken by absolute surprise, still recovering from his near accident. Suddenly, he was kicked in the back, punched in the stomach, and then thrown off his feet and onto his front in one swift movement of Heero's.
Even as cheers erupted from the spectators, Heero leaned over Tekkan in a bored way. 'Had enough?' he asked him flatly.
Tekkan squinted up at the new boy unbelievingly. Then, rage darkening his eyes, his fist shot upwards like lightning.
For Heero, it was way too slow. He dropped to the floor, and, before the would-be-fighting-champion could even finish his gesture, Heero had grabbed his head and turned it forcefully onto the floor, so his nose banged loudly against it.
As Tekkan gave a gasp of pain, Heero rose, without even breathing heavily. He eyed the blood which trickled from the cursing boy's nose a little guiltily. He hadn't meant for the fight to go this far, but Tekkan hadn't wanted it any other way.
'Give up, Tekkan. You don't stand a chance against the new guy. He's like your perfect soldier!' one of the boys in the crowd shouted over the din.
The words disgusted Heero. He had always been 'the perfect soldier'. He had no other life. In fact, even someone like Tekkan had more to live for than he did. Tekkan at least had a reputation, even though Heero had probably just damaged it quite a bit.
Feeling as if the fight had just been a waste of his time, Heero turned around to leave, but just before he did, Tekkan, still wiping blood from his face, spoke to him in a quiet but menacing voice:
'You better watch it, new guy. I can make Relena pay for this.'
Heero met his gaze with just as much hatred. 'Then you're even more of a weakling than I thought.' he countered, his eyes never leaving those of his enemy's.
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Relena was still troubled by her thoughts, but she had been trying to let Santio cheer her up.
After all, she thought sadly, he really cares about me, while Heero won't even talk to me.
Suddenly her mind was flooded with memories, memories of Heero. It was like looking at a photo album full of pictures just of Heero, but she not only remembered images. She remembered his voice, the meaningful words he had spoken to her, and the feeling of the few times they had touched.
Because she was recalling every one of these powerful memories, when she first heard the words 'he's like your perfect soldier!', she thought it was her mind, and refused to leave her thoughts.
Suddenly she snapped out of her dreams. Those words had not been produced by her mind, but by a real person! Who could they mean?
Gazing around the cafeteria wildly, she noticed a mob of kids, mostly boys, gathered at the other end of the room around two figures. She couldn't see their faces through the crowd of people, but one was lying on the floor, and the other -
Relena flew up from her seat, nearly knocking Santio flat, and raced across the room, all the time hoping feverishly that nothing was wrong. But when she pushed through the excited mob surrounding the two people, her fears had been confirmed:
A boy, who she was vaguely acquainted with, was lying on the floor, holding his hand up to his bloody face, Heero was standing over him in a victorious fashion, and both of them were glaring daggers at one another.
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'WHAT is going on here?'
Heero started, alert for trouble, and gazed at the person who had spoken in shock. Relena! Guilt and heavy regret for what he had done washed over him, and he lowered his head so he wouldn't have to meet her eyes.
Well done, he thought angrily. Ten minutes after I tell Relena I can't attract attention to myself, she catches me showing off my fighting skills. For no reason whatsoever!
Meanwhile, Tekkan had glanced up to and seen the intruder. Although he was probably aching like crazy, he immediately struggled to his feet and assumed a heroic and casual poise, hastily wiping at the blood on his face.
'Hey, Relena. Don't worry, your little friend', at this he jerked his thumb in Heero's direction, 'will live. I just bashed him up lightly, and since I was in a kind mood I let him get back at me a little.' Tekkan told her smoothly.
Heero glared at him incredulously, but kept his mouth shut. Maybe he could just disappear... He looked around out of the corner of his eye, and saw that he was totally encircled by the crowd.
Relena looked from Tekkan to Heero with disbelief written on her face. Tekkan grinned superiorly at her, while Heero looked impassively back. Relena was about to say something to him, but he narrowed his eyes at her in warning. She understood, and instead turned to the other boy.
'Well, it seemed more the other way round to me. But that's not the point. Don't you have any self-discipline? Can't you stay out of trouble for longer than a week?' she demanded of him. Tekkan looked at her with injured innocence, as if he had no idea what she was talking about.
Heero kept silent. He knew Relena was saying this to him as well as Tekkan, though for a different reason.
I've failed her, he thought miserably. I've failed her in her beliefs for peace, and now she must think I can't stop fighting, not even if I'm trying not to be noticed.
'Oh, and by the way', Relena added, still staring coldly at Tekkan. 'He's not my friend.'
Heero felt as if he was losing touch with reality, but he forced himself to follow the conversation.
'No?' Tekkan raised his eyebrows inquisitively. 'Then why did he practically throw himself at you in History?'
Heero stared at him murderously. Now that he had put it that way, everybody would think that was what had happened! What could he do to convince them that he didn't know Relena?
But Relena was already speaking, looking calm and composed. 'Tekkan, you must be imagining things. I simply stumbled and he', she nodded her head carelessly at Heero, 'caught me. That was all, and I really don't see what all the fuss is about.'
Heero looked at her, grateful for her speech. It gave a plausible excuse for their actions. But Tekkan still wasn't satisfied.
' Oh, I didn't know that', Tekkan said, smirking visibly. He obviously didn't believe one word she was saying. He added, in an almost threatening tone: 'Of course, if I didn't know any better, I would have said you knew him VERY well; maybe even TOO well for your own good, Relena.'
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Relena's mind raced, searching for an answer that would silence Tekkan once and for all. Her eyes blazed at his hidden threat to her; how dare he try to take possession of her! She threw back her head and let her voice ring with a confidence she did not feel.
'Then you would have been mistaken, Tekkan. Why would I be acquainted with a person who has to beat somebody up in order to get some attention? Until I saw him in History class today, I had never seen him before; and, due to the fact that he has not done anything that I should be particularly grateful for, I do not think that I know him 'very well', as you say.'
With this brief, but impacting speech, Relena swung around and stormed out of the cafeteria. But before she did, she happened to catch a glimpse of Heero - and was startled to see the look on his face. He looked hurt, crestfallen, and wracked with guilt. As Relena fled the room, her mind was racing with disbelief and confusion. She had never seen Heero look this emotional - had he taken her speech seriously?! But if he didn't care about her, and always hid his emotions anyway, why had he looked so devastated just now?
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Heero pushed his way through the people milling about the cafeteria. His only desire was to get out of here as soon as possible. He had to be alone with his heated thoughts.
Finally he made it out onto an almost deserted hallway. Breathing heavily, he leant against the wall and closed his eyes.
HOW COULD SHE HAVE BEEN SO CRUEL???!!! To throw his faults into his face like that! He knew this whole mission had been a bad idea, and it was turning into a nightmare.
He tried desperately to get his feelings under control, but he felt as if his soul had been torn apart and he couldn't just hide it underneath his controlled features. He clenched his fists in agony; the deceitful words she had said pounding in his head until he thought he would explode.
He's not my friend. Why would I be acquainted with a person who has to beat somebody up in order to get some attention?... He has not done anything I should be particularly grateful for.
Part of him was scolding himself for getting so worked up, when she was only doing what he had told her to: pretend she had never laid eyes on him. So WHY did it hurt this much? He had not expected great gratitude for saving her life quite a few times, but a tiny part of him had been thinking that she had accepted this fact and remembered it well. So why would she say he had never done anything for her?
Suddenly, a soft cry reached his ears that made him truly wish he were dead.
' Heero!'
Forcing himself to face reality and open his eyes, Heero found himself staring into Relena's anxious face. Her eyes were round with confusion, and she looked genuinely shocked to see him like this.
Heero stared at her, hating himself for appearing so weak and emotional. He only looked at her, but in his gaze was all the contempt and feeling of having been betrayed by her.
Relena's expression changed to totally apologetic and guilty, but he was past caring. Pushing her roughly aside, he strode off again, feeling that something in him that had been so strong once he had learned that she trusted him had been shattered, and could never be put together again.
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Oh, big apologies. I had thought that it would be happier, but Heero isn't cooperating. No problem, there's still the next chapter to come! *winks broadly* The next chapter, of course, will come out faster if I get lots of good reviews! *hint, hint*
Here are all the people who reviewed so faithfully:
Pink Sakura - I don't mind it at all!
Scythe244 - yeah, somebody who reviewed twice so far!
Aerie Angel - he wasn't supposed to be OOC, but I guess he is!
SerenityLNguyen - glad you're reading this then!
Ley - thanks for reviewing twice; I love that!
Mara - I don't believe it, you reviewed three times, thank you so much! Oh, and sorry for not using your idea, but I had that part planned out already!
Meio-Chan - thanks, here is more!
sayinjinj7 - was that enough beating up for you? *grins*
Ey Rieya - I don't know when I'll finish this, but this is one step closer!
fallen phenoix - thanks for the compliments, you flatter me!
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Oh, the excitement mounts. Bad Heero is fighting, very naughty of him. But it can't be helped, otherwise how am I going to get my plot started? *grins evilly* Thank you for all the really nice reviews I am getting (I think most of you are exaggerating; this story is actually really dumb, and I didn't think it would go off well at all), hope to hear more from you!
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Tekkan smirked, the delight of the approaching fight dancing in his eyes. Heero gazed back at him, completely expressionless. He knew he could beat Tekkan easily; it wasn't too likely that this guy had any proper military training whatsoever. However, you could never be too careful.
Both boys took on fighting positions. The crowd that had gathered around them held its breath, waiting for one to make the first move.
Heero's opponent decided to act. Leaping forward, Tekkan brought his fist down on Heero's back - or rather, where Heero's back had been a second ago. But Tekkan was also quick. He spun around and dogged the blow that Heero, who had slipped behind him, had aimed for his shoulder.
Hmmm, he has quick reflexes. Shouldn't be a problem though. I'll just finish him off as soon as he gets tired, Heero thought, while at the same time avoiding Tekkan's next assault, so that the latter almost ended up on the floor, and could barely stop himself with his hands.
There were a few shouts of laughter from the crowd, except for those who were loyal to Tekkan, and yelled encouragements to him, as well as insults at Heero. But he didn't let himself get distracted. Deciding to end the fight before a teacher showed up, he in turn attacked his opponent.
Tekkan was taken by absolute surprise, still recovering from his near accident. Suddenly, he was kicked in the back, punched in the stomach, and then thrown off his feet and onto his front in one swift movement of Heero's.
Even as cheers erupted from the spectators, Heero leaned over Tekkan in a bored way. 'Had enough?' he asked him flatly.
Tekkan squinted up at the new boy unbelievingly. Then, rage darkening his eyes, his fist shot upwards like lightning.
For Heero, it was way too slow. He dropped to the floor, and, before the would-be-fighting-champion could even finish his gesture, Heero had grabbed his head and turned it forcefully onto the floor, so his nose banged loudly against it.
As Tekkan gave a gasp of pain, Heero rose, without even breathing heavily. He eyed the blood which trickled from the cursing boy's nose a little guiltily. He hadn't meant for the fight to go this far, but Tekkan hadn't wanted it any other way.
'Give up, Tekkan. You don't stand a chance against the new guy. He's like your perfect soldier!' one of the boys in the crowd shouted over the din.
The words disgusted Heero. He had always been 'the perfect soldier'. He had no other life. In fact, even someone like Tekkan had more to live for than he did. Tekkan at least had a reputation, even though Heero had probably just damaged it quite a bit.
Feeling as if the fight had just been a waste of his time, Heero turned around to leave, but just before he did, Tekkan, still wiping blood from his face, spoke to him in a quiet but menacing voice:
'You better watch it, new guy. I can make Relena pay for this.'
Heero met his gaze with just as much hatred. 'Then you're even more of a weakling than I thought.' he countered, his eyes never leaving those of his enemy's.
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Relena was still troubled by her thoughts, but she had been trying to let Santio cheer her up.
After all, she thought sadly, he really cares about me, while Heero won't even talk to me.
Suddenly her mind was flooded with memories, memories of Heero. It was like looking at a photo album full of pictures just of Heero, but she not only remembered images. She remembered his voice, the meaningful words he had spoken to her, and the feeling of the few times they had touched.
Because she was recalling every one of these powerful memories, when she first heard the words 'he's like your perfect soldier!', she thought it was her mind, and refused to leave her thoughts.
Suddenly she snapped out of her dreams. Those words had not been produced by her mind, but by a real person! Who could they mean?
Gazing around the cafeteria wildly, she noticed a mob of kids, mostly boys, gathered at the other end of the room around two figures. She couldn't see their faces through the crowd of people, but one was lying on the floor, and the other -
Relena flew up from her seat, nearly knocking Santio flat, and raced across the room, all the time hoping feverishly that nothing was wrong. But when she pushed through the excited mob surrounding the two people, her fears had been confirmed:
A boy, who she was vaguely acquainted with, was lying on the floor, holding his hand up to his bloody face, Heero was standing over him in a victorious fashion, and both of them were glaring daggers at one another.
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'WHAT is going on here?'
Heero started, alert for trouble, and gazed at the person who had spoken in shock. Relena! Guilt and heavy regret for what he had done washed over him, and he lowered his head so he wouldn't have to meet her eyes.
Well done, he thought angrily. Ten minutes after I tell Relena I can't attract attention to myself, she catches me showing off my fighting skills. For no reason whatsoever!
Meanwhile, Tekkan had glanced up to and seen the intruder. Although he was probably aching like crazy, he immediately struggled to his feet and assumed a heroic and casual poise, hastily wiping at the blood on his face.
'Hey, Relena. Don't worry, your little friend', at this he jerked his thumb in Heero's direction, 'will live. I just bashed him up lightly, and since I was in a kind mood I let him get back at me a little.' Tekkan told her smoothly.
Heero glared at him incredulously, but kept his mouth shut. Maybe he could just disappear... He looked around out of the corner of his eye, and saw that he was totally encircled by the crowd.
Relena looked from Tekkan to Heero with disbelief written on her face. Tekkan grinned superiorly at her, while Heero looked impassively back. Relena was about to say something to him, but he narrowed his eyes at her in warning. She understood, and instead turned to the other boy.
'Well, it seemed more the other way round to me. But that's not the point. Don't you have any self-discipline? Can't you stay out of trouble for longer than a week?' she demanded of him. Tekkan looked at her with injured innocence, as if he had no idea what she was talking about.
Heero kept silent. He knew Relena was saying this to him as well as Tekkan, though for a different reason.
I've failed her, he thought miserably. I've failed her in her beliefs for peace, and now she must think I can't stop fighting, not even if I'm trying not to be noticed.
'Oh, and by the way', Relena added, still staring coldly at Tekkan. 'He's not my friend.'
Heero felt as if he was losing touch with reality, but he forced himself to follow the conversation.
'No?' Tekkan raised his eyebrows inquisitively. 'Then why did he practically throw himself at you in History?'
Heero stared at him murderously. Now that he had put it that way, everybody would think that was what had happened! What could he do to convince them that he didn't know Relena?
But Relena was already speaking, looking calm and composed. 'Tekkan, you must be imagining things. I simply stumbled and he', she nodded her head carelessly at Heero, 'caught me. That was all, and I really don't see what all the fuss is about.'
Heero looked at her, grateful for her speech. It gave a plausible excuse for their actions. But Tekkan still wasn't satisfied.
' Oh, I didn't know that', Tekkan said, smirking visibly. He obviously didn't believe one word she was saying. He added, in an almost threatening tone: 'Of course, if I didn't know any better, I would have said you knew him VERY well; maybe even TOO well for your own good, Relena.'
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Relena's mind raced, searching for an answer that would silence Tekkan once and for all. Her eyes blazed at his hidden threat to her; how dare he try to take possession of her! She threw back her head and let her voice ring with a confidence she did not feel.
'Then you would have been mistaken, Tekkan. Why would I be acquainted with a person who has to beat somebody up in order to get some attention? Until I saw him in History class today, I had never seen him before; and, due to the fact that he has not done anything that I should be particularly grateful for, I do not think that I know him 'very well', as you say.'
With this brief, but impacting speech, Relena swung around and stormed out of the cafeteria. But before she did, she happened to catch a glimpse of Heero - and was startled to see the look on his face. He looked hurt, crestfallen, and wracked with guilt. As Relena fled the room, her mind was racing with disbelief and confusion. She had never seen Heero look this emotional - had he taken her speech seriously?! But if he didn't care about her, and always hid his emotions anyway, why had he looked so devastated just now?
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Heero pushed his way through the people milling about the cafeteria. His only desire was to get out of here as soon as possible. He had to be alone with his heated thoughts.
Finally he made it out onto an almost deserted hallway. Breathing heavily, he leant against the wall and closed his eyes.
HOW COULD SHE HAVE BEEN SO CRUEL???!!! To throw his faults into his face like that! He knew this whole mission had been a bad idea, and it was turning into a nightmare.
He tried desperately to get his feelings under control, but he felt as if his soul had been torn apart and he couldn't just hide it underneath his controlled features. He clenched his fists in agony; the deceitful words she had said pounding in his head until he thought he would explode.
He's not my friend. Why would I be acquainted with a person who has to beat somebody up in order to get some attention?... He has not done anything I should be particularly grateful for.
Part of him was scolding himself for getting so worked up, when she was only doing what he had told her to: pretend she had never laid eyes on him. So WHY did it hurt this much? He had not expected great gratitude for saving her life quite a few times, but a tiny part of him had been thinking that she had accepted this fact and remembered it well. So why would she say he had never done anything for her?
Suddenly, a soft cry reached his ears that made him truly wish he were dead.
' Heero!'
Forcing himself to face reality and open his eyes, Heero found himself staring into Relena's anxious face. Her eyes were round with confusion, and she looked genuinely shocked to see him like this.
Heero stared at her, hating himself for appearing so weak and emotional. He only looked at her, but in his gaze was all the contempt and feeling of having been betrayed by her.
Relena's expression changed to totally apologetic and guilty, but he was past caring. Pushing her roughly aside, he strode off again, feeling that something in him that had been so strong once he had learned that she trusted him had been shattered, and could never be put together again.
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Oh, big apologies. I had thought that it would be happier, but Heero isn't cooperating. No problem, there's still the next chapter to come! *winks broadly* The next chapter, of course, will come out faster if I get lots of good reviews! *hint, hint*
Here are all the people who reviewed so faithfully:
Pink Sakura - I don't mind it at all!
Scythe244 - yeah, somebody who reviewed twice so far!
Aerie Angel - he wasn't supposed to be OOC, but I guess he is!
SerenityLNguyen - glad you're reading this then!
Ley - thanks for reviewing twice; I love that!
Mara - I don't believe it, you reviewed three times, thank you so much! Oh, and sorry for not using your idea, but I had that part planned out already!
Meio-Chan - thanks, here is more!
sayinjinj7 - was that enough beating up for you? *grins*
Ey Rieya - I don't know when I'll finish this, but this is one step closer!
fallen phenoix - thanks for the compliments, you flatter me!
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