Chapter 01: "Just think of it like a Mission"
The other pilots regained their composure and walked into the room, seeing Lady Une behind her cheery self-mask, hiding what had happened between her and Heero.
Trowa and Wufei eyed the indent in her desk. Only one person other than them would be able to do something like that.
He sat in his dorm, the one he shared with Trowa. It was better than getting stuck with Duo. He wouldn't leave him alone, and right now, he needed peace and quiet.
He lay heavily on the bed, face in the pillow everything flashed back about the "important" meeting. She was sending him away like an animal, to be trained, again.
"Agh!" He shouted into his pillow with anger. The door silently opened without his knowledge.
"Damnit!" He yelled, punching the bed so hard it made his knuckles hurt a bit. Then he decided to slam his head into the pillow numerous times, trying to make himself hurt so he could be distracted by the situation at hand.
Trowa stared at him. 'This isn't like him at all. What did Une say to him?' He wondered, not letting his presence be known with that encounter as he silently left Heero alone, the pilot still hitting his head down into the pillow with such force Trowa wondered if he was trying to break his neck and spinal cord.
Silently he walked down the hall, the clicks of his shoes sharply echoing on the shiny tile. He looked at the floor, memorizing where he was going and he could even sleep and walk there.
Not that he wanted too, his mind was elsewhere currently.
He kept thinking about what had happened:
Trowa was beat. The day was so young, but he was already dead. Maybe lack of sleep from last night?
He silently opened the door as always, not expecting to see Heero there, lying on the bed with his head in the pillow.
He looked really upset and he knew it must have had something to do with what Une told him, whatever that might be. He learned to trust his soldier sense, making him and Heero more alike.
They were both born as soldiers it seemed and were very talented in the harsh art of war.
He seemed really pissed as he punched the bed and he decided that he needed to be alone to sort out his thoughts. 'What is wrong with him?' He remembered asking himself.
He was brought back from his thoughts as he was nearing his destinations, the angry shouts of
Wufei yelling at Duo, who was gleefully shouting back at the insane Chinese pilot of the Shenlong Gundam, or Nataku as he called it.
He walked into the lounge room and met the other pilots eating their meals in their own private room. "Something is wrong with Heero." Trowa told them.
"Maybe he's just having a bad day." Duo said and took another bite out of his sandwich.
He didn't buy it. "Duo, I'm being serious."
"So was I!" Duo shouted back at him.
"I don't think Heero really has bad days, Duo." Quatre said calmly, agreeing with Trowa something indeed was wrong.
"Maybe we should go and see Une about all this." Wufei suggested.
"All right then!" Duo said cheerfully, getting a peeved look from Wufei. They left their unfinished lunches and went to go see their superior.
Walking down the halls, they stopped at an elegant door and heard murmured voices.
"It's for your own good," That was Lady Une's voice, the other pilots listened closely.
"Yeah, right..." Anyone could tell he was exaggerating the word 'right'. There was shuffling and the door opened, Heero once again wearing his emotionless mask.
He was wearing a white buttoned up shirt with the first two buttons undone and light blue jeans. The odd thing was he wasn't wearing his Preventers jacket that told he worked for the organization, or had even a name badge wrapped around his neck or pinned somewhere to his clothes. He looked almost like a normal teenager.
"Hey Heero!" Duo said merrily, hoping he was in a better mood.
Heero glanced at Duo out of the corner of his deep prussain eyes, not saying anything at all.
They walked into the room and looked at Lady Une who was surprised to see them. They saw, on the desk, a silver gun with other weapons, a badge with a photo ID and a jacket for the Preventers organization.
'What the hell?! Is Heero quitting?!' His mind thought frantically. "Hey---"Duo was about to say before Une quickly swiped all the stuff off the desk and locked it into a drawer along with a folder in blue.
"Good Morning," Une said pleasantly, ignoring the looks on their faces as she swiftly locked the drawer containing Heero's "mission" and his items.
TBC
Author's note: I hope that everyone liked this chapter! Red Tail