Chapter 05: What? I'm not a soldier.
"Are you sure?" He asked the teacher, raising an eyebrow, knowing that she was trying to get revenge. It would be the other way around in the end.
"Yes, please read." She smiled sweetly, eyes betraying the expression on her face.
"All right then." He said, leaning against the desk as he read his neatly written paper.
"'My January daydream is nothing of a pleasant one. Some might call it a nightmare, but my whole life has been a nightmare. Each waking day the sounds of bullets and the peoples screams from the previous war haunting my memory and sleeping or waking moment. The horror filled faces of people drenched in their own blood and those of others, eyes lifeless their souls long departed for their final destination. The families torn apart by war's hand, a lone child standing in the ruins of a charred home attacked and massacred. Innocents some may call them, but no one in innocent and no one is pure."
'Everyone except Relena' He was able to think of her smiling face and long golden hair for but a split second.
"'The snow once fell, freezing my heart as the frozen water would have once been the tears I long forgot to cry. The singed form of the little girl who was ripped from her sweet naïve life to those of darkness and—" He was stopped by the teacher as everyone was mesmerized by his essay. The war had brought pain to all of them, but the entire state of Maine was unharmed by its effects of the death and blood, quite surprising since it practically effected the whole world. No doubt they had soldiers and mobile suits, but the battles were rarely fought in this terrain. Too many hidden lakes to sink one of the prized mobile suits. Despite that, the whole world had heard the legends of the Gundam pilots.
"That's enough," The teacher said, trembling ever so slightly. Heero nodded and gave his paper back to her, taking his seat and crossing his arms over his chest.
He sighed heavily and Vicki looked at him with awe. 'Why did Une have to send me off like this? Not that the people will probably ever see me again after I finish this year, hack the system to say I never was here, and then—' He closed his eyes.
"Are you a soldier?" Vicki whispered. His eyes flashed open; she caught him off guard.
'K'so!' He mentally berated himself for that reaction to her comment.
"So, I'm right...don't deny it! My father fought in the war so I can tell a soldier from other people." Vicki chided him with a grin.
The teacher continued her lesson, but her mind was elsewhere. Heero's paper told that he did have many secrets. She would have to show her husband it when he and her had time alone.
"We are going to a party at Pizza Power and you should come." She told him. "You will come."
"I have better things to do with my time." He retorted.
"Like what? Hang out with the yarner Chrissie?" Heero looked coldly at her. "If you don't I'll tell everyone your little secret."
"You should know about soldiers already as of not to mess with them." He told her coldly.
"I know that soldiers follow orders." She grinned at this remark, but he didn't even seem affected.
He looked at her. "I'm not just any soldier." He told her coldly, all emotions he was feeling behind his mask.
She blinked in surprise. "Then what are you? A demon of death?" She chuckled lightly as the others were listening to the lecture.
Heero didn't respond. She grinned at this. "You aren't a demon, that means that you are more than a solider. What was considered a demon during the war?" Her eyes widened with realization. "You're a—"Heero placed a hand sharply over her mouth as she grinned at this.
The teacher's mind was elsewhere, she was thinking about the murmuring she heard in the back of the room. 'So, he's a soldier, but more than that is he?' She thought, planning to go and do research on the strange person.
The bell rang and they walked out of the room, but Vicki pulled on Heero's arm, pulling him inches away from Chrissie and Jonah. She tugged at him, pulling him towards her as she closed the gap of the distance, kissing his lips as her eyes closed and his eyes widened.
He pulled away sharply, her grinning with satisfaction and Chrissie's furious look and same for Jonah's.
A looming shadow appeared as they dragged Heero away from the homicidal urge to murder the thirteen-year-old who grinned, licking her lips as they dragged him off.
"Well," Gretchen said, tapping her foot at her friend.
"Don't worry, next time he can be yours." She encouraged.
"We all have gym next, so we don't have to worry about getting lost." Chrissie said happily, trying to erase the waves of murdering urges radiating from Heero.
"Great." Heero muttered. 'Gym is going to be fun.' He thought sarcastically. 'Lots of fun.' Though maybe he would be able to relieve some of the stress ebbing into his bones. 'Damn! Is this what I missed in school?' He questioned with unresolved anger. 'Why the hell did Une send me here in the first place?!' His mind was drawn back to the conversation.
"That was cool how you dissed Mrs. Shevvington and then read your paper. That's the first time
she's ever stopped anyone and didn't make any comment that was brash. Or harsh." Jonah said with impression towards the sixteen-year-old.
"People shouldn't let her boss people around." He said simply.
'He's got modesty too.' Jonah thought happily.
Gym class was wrestling and this was the perfect time for some people to show off their steroid looking muscles.
Heero was thin, but had defined muscles like a few other people, but the others were more normal looking.
The course of the day was K.O. fighting, like in those martial art games and stuff, people out in Maine were to fight like that, but they just fought. Fists, kicks, street fighting, anything.
Mr. Shevvington was talking with one of the more muscular jocks before they went their separate ways.
"Before we start today, would anyone want to make a challenge?" The gym teacher sighed, knowing it was going to be a 'no' since no one wanted the crap beaten out of them like normal.
"Yes." The jock that was talking to Mr. Shevvington spoke up and the gym teacher raised an eyebrow and smiled at this.
The girls weren't allowed to wrestle; strict rules. They were to play volleyball but were allowed to watch challenges. No one really ever made challenges though.
"And who would it be, Jason?"
"Heero Yuy." Jason replied with a wicked smirk on his face. The one thing that went through Heero's mind; he looked like a really cocky bastard.