Timing of fate: Comfort

Heero's Prussian blue eyes scanned the relentless mass of sunrise painted clouds that hung in the overcast sky, hoping despite the multicolored mass he would see even a small glimpse of the colonies so far above, that held the last vestige of his heart. He inhaled the thick scent of grass heavy with dew, and released it back into the air with a sigh. A light mist spilled out of the surrounding woods, and hung low over the grassy floor of the small hill top clearing. The dark woods that surrounded him sighed with the rustles of ocean breezes whispering in their branches.

The yellowed pages of a small paper bound novel lay open over his chest. The evidence of use creased the spine of the small battered book that he had draped over his chest. His finger idly rubbed the battered face, and obscuring the title.

He felt the grass tickle the bottom of his chin as a small breeze blew in from the pacific coast. The Japanese youth whispered something into the caress of air that brushed his quivering lips. The quiet pulsing of the ocean echoed through the woods that surrounded him as he shut his stinging eyes.

A quiet chirping rang out above the din of the coastal wood catching the attention of the small youth a small breeze tickled his face and reddened the tip of his nose. The coastal morning fog still obscured the overcast sky. The thicket surrounding him shook, as if shivering in the cold breezes of the frigid coastal morning. The Monterey pines spoke softly with a voice given to them by a small breeze playing in their braches.

"Shit." He whispered to himself as he heard the muffled chirping ring through the lining of his pocket. Never taking his eyes off of the obscured heavens he groped his pants pocket for any sign of the offending object. "God Damn it all he whispered as he pulled a small and battered phone from his pocket. He put it to his ear and grunted into the small mouthpiece.

"Hello?" an all to familiar voice chirped through the static. Heero growled under his breath and tried not to loose his temper. He grunted in the affirmative. In an attempt tell the person on the other end of the line that he was receiving their transition. "Heero? Are you there?"

"What do you want?" he grunted unhappily into the small plastic mouthpiece.

Heero sat in his room Typing feverously on the plastic keys of his worn computer, searching for any sign of a lost past in the stubborn form of a forgotten face. He chewed on the butt of a cigarette as he thought of the man that introduced the habit to him. Heero had once caught the long hared American with on after the first time they made love. He had confessed to Heero that the nicotine helped calm him when he was nervous or depressed. Hero had kissed him then sharing the pleasantly bitter taste of smoke in his mouth.

The Japanese youth held a small silver lighter in his curled fist, fingering the initials engraved in to its smooth surface. He traced the fine hand written message under the initials "To He whose name was wit in water…" Reverently he raised silver lighter to his face and struck it illuminating it with harsh light from the small flame as he sucked the heat through the bent shaft of a cigarette. His eyes scanned the ancient piece of equipment as if daring it to reveal anything it held back from him. "I will find you he whispered to the rectangular screen. "I will bring you back to me…"

The Ancient bed creaked under his weight as Heero finally

settled into bed, his body desperate for sleep but his mind racing with images of his half forgotten love. The pale blue glow of his laptop's screen still illuminated the room as hero shielded his moistened eyes from the unyielding screen. The small analogue Alarm clock chirped the time in soft chimes, revealing the hour to be long after midnight.

The ancient portable computer hummed with life under the shroud of darkness. A small spider search Heero had cleverly designed years earlier sifted through files in the same search pattern that was set for it every night as Heero slept. Not for the first time his midnight excursions into the Datum Plane had yielded nothing in his relentless search for the violet eyed beauty of his distant past.

The halls were still quiet, and filled with the dawn hues of morning as Heero broke the silence with his echoing steps that sounded as he walked to the class room in which was held his first period of the day. Today was the first clear day in months but Heero was in no state of mind to enjoy it. He held his breath as rapid footsteps filled the hall echoing off of the wall preceding a solitary person running toward him. "Can it be…?" he whispered as his first glance showed him the tell tail rope of hair trailing after the solitary figure.

"Duo." He whispered as the small figure rapidly moved toward him. Soon the figure was close enough to see clearly, the subtle buds of breasts, and the curve of her hip showed him that the figure closing on him was not Duo but truly some passerby on their way early to their first period. HE turned suddenly disinterested in the newcomer. And reached out his hand to touch the worn door handle. As He turned the knob something from his right collided hard with him. A masculine grunt came from the figure that collided with him and they both fell to the cold tile.

Heero looked up at the person that now lay on top of him. "Get off." he growled at the girl whose face was buried in his chest. She lifted herself up off of Heero's chest and looked down at his with wide indigo eyes, the deep purple of her gaze made him uncomfortable at best. "Get off." He said slightly more forcefully. In spite of his anger he couldn't help but notice how the thick amber light played across her beautiful face. Her high check bones casting small shadows over her soft chin.

"I'm so sorry," she said through soft pants for air as she lifted her delicate frame off of his. He again couldn't help himself from noticing the delicate and grace of the woman now picking up her cluttered books and messy piles of paper that was strewn across the hallway. He still lay on the floor after she had picked up all of their belongings and returned his. She reached down and offered her hand to him.

"Oh my gawd, I'm so sorry. Let me help you up my name is, Kanzaki..."

"I don't care." He said and pushed her hand aside. "Give me my books, I have to go to class." He snapped at her as he lifted himself up off of the tiles.

TBC

Thank you so much for Reviewing I appreciate all the input and will take each one to heart. I have to give Link Worshipper Credit for inspiring this series, one of her series is at the core of it see if you can guess which one. But although it is loosely based on one of her masterpieces it is not the same.