Pain.
Flames.
Gunfire.
Soldiers, enemies all around.
Gun in hand, thundering loudly in the air around the young killer.
Strapped down to a table in a cold, white room. Stabbed with needles, countless experiments.
Voices, faces swimming through the fog inside his head.
"Live by your feelings", a stern voice, accompanied by a vision of dirty, brown-blonde hair, bright, piercing blue eyes in blurred, all-but-forgotten features.
"You are a weapon" Cold metal lenses this time, a false leg, false arm, long grey hair.
Pain.
A green meadow, with daisies dotting the grass and a blue sky overhead. A small girl, walking her dog, a flower.
An explosion, and a small, lonely body among the ruins.
Light, slowly gathering the bad memories away, surrounding him in peace. Voices of friends, companions, around him.
"Hey He-chan! A hand over here?" A cheerful, laughing face, with an oil smudge down one cheek, sparkling violet eyes and a long braid swinging as he ran.
"Heero, come and join us" A blonde, bright aquamarine eyes, and a golden smile, like the sun.
"Yuy. Come in" A solemn voice, black hair pulled painfully tight, black eyes, so often closed to the world, set in smooth oval features. Blank faced, but a warmth in the voice that said he was welcome, a friend, cared for.
"…." Few words, but always there with a helping hand. Long bangs, hiding an emerald eyes. Blank faced as he.
Friends.
And….yes.
"Come in silly. You'll catch your death" A woman this time, long auburn curls and green eyes. Always ready, with food or comfort. His wife. His love.
"Catherine" he sighed as he drifted into a peaceful, dreamless sleep.
Catherine watched her husband toss and turn in their small bed. Pain, anger and fear knotted his countenance. She wished she knew what was wrong, wished she could help. She Heaved a relieved sigh as his face relaxed, peace spreading over his features, smoothing the knots in his shoulders as he slept.
"Catherine" he murmured, and she smiled. It didn't matter if she didn't know what he was dreaming about. As long as she could help, she was happy.
Catherine smoothed the wild hair back from Heero's brow, and then lay down, lulled to sleep by the lazy noises of the circus animals nearby.