A New Generation
"And then the rate is passed over here to the circumfrerence unit and..."
Neil sighed, burrying his head in his arms.
"Make her shut up..." The chinese boy mumbled into his sleeves.
"So what we have as an answer ist hat - Mr. Montaro! Get up this instant!"
He stayed the way he was, trying to drown out the voice that sounded like a consipated weasel. He could hear that clank of shoes that was undoubtedly the teacher walking towards him. There was silence for a moment, and then he let out a strangled cry as a burning sensation appeared on his scalp and he was forced up to the teacher's face.
"Am I boring you, Mr. Montaro?"
"N-no Ma'm..." He gasped out, reachingup with his hands to try and free his short black hair from her grasp. "I-I just....dozed off, but could you, OW, let go...Please!"
"And why would you be sleeping in my class, Mr. Montaro?
"I...um...didnt get any sleep last night?"
Her grip tightened, he nails digging into his skin.
"Your lieing to me, Mr. Montaro."
"Gnnn...."
"Go stand in the hall" She snorted with disgust, throwing him from his seat. Massaging his head and blowing his long bangs out of his eyes, Neil complied, glaring back at the teacher as he left the room.
"Damn teacher..." He wispered to himself as he reached into the pocket of his baggy jeans and pulled out his cd player, his chains and bracelets jingling as they brushed against the material. Sticking the headphones into his pierced ears, he leaned back against the wall and waited, a black spot against the pristine whiteness of the walls. He didnt look up as booted feet walked by, used to the soldiers' prescense at the school. But as the feet stopped and turned to him, he brought his head up, blue eyes meeting black challangingly. He noticed the man was chinese, a quick sweep of his body told Neil that he was a fighter. Not like the men they usually posted at the school, old fat self important bastards. They kept their gaze locked, not blinking, until the soldier finnaly shifted, looking away as a large bang came from outside. Neil smirked as the man looked back at him, knowing he had won. It was almost as if it was his will that had made the air conditioner sputter, his will that had made the man turn away, and he reveled in his victory. The man scowled and was about to turn away, when he stopped looking at Neil's arm. The sleeve had been pushed up when he had reached into his pocket, and he beraded himself for not noticing. He pushed it down quickly, but it was too late, he had seen. The soldier spoke, his voice hard and cold.
"Come with me" He said, walking away, trusting the boy to come on his own.
Neil compolied, dragging his feet with his head down. The man led him into an office, and Neil correctly guessed that the top officer got this office. He looked around with interest, noticing a gun lying carelessly on the desk, and several papers in stacks around the room. So thats why the door was always locked. The soldier closed the dor and turned to face him.
"Pull your sleeves up."
Keeping his eye locked on the desk in front of him, Neil slowly and carefully lifted his sleeves up. ON each arm, he was covered with scars and burns, his usually pale skin red and flakey.
"Where did you get those?" The man asked, his eyes examining as he spoke. Neil didn say anything, not even blinking when the man grabbed his arm, determining the damage. He kept his gaze ahead as he heard rustleing behind him. He didnt move or back away as a cool liquid was poured onto his arms, then wrabpped in a soft bandage. After the soldier was done, he stepped in front of Neil an pulled his face up by the chin, forcing him to look at him.
"Im still waiting for my answer."
"I....did those things...it..." He closed his eyes, trying to think of an excuse he would believe. "Makes me ...feel better....cleaner..." He shivered, pulling away from the soldier, backing towards the door. The man's eyes narrowed.
"I hope yo know Im not htat stupid."
"Im not lieing"
The man snorted. "Your horrible at this" He stated, then turned to his computer and started to type. Figuring he was free to go, Neil turned around and tried to open the door. It was locked. He sighed and walked back to the desk, slumping down in a chair.
"What are you writing?" He asked, leaning forward slightly.
"A report."
"On?"
"Nothing that would concern you."
"....So, what do you do in the preventers?"
"Im the security director, and I pilot a mobile suit."
"Sweet! What kind?! A leo? Scorpio? One of those Aries?"
"It differs."
"Cool! You any good at martial arts?"
He gave a slight nod of his head.
"Do you have a car?"
"Motorcycle"
"Whats your name?"
"Why do you keep asking me all these questions!?" The man barked, tearinghis eyes away from the screen to glare at Neil. He shrugged.
"I'm bored. You have me locked up in here, what else do you expect me to do? Whats your name?" He repeated, setteling himself more comfortably in the chair.
"Wu-Fei." The man growled out, throwing a notebook at Neil. "Now, unless it has something to do with your arms, shut up."
Neil sighed and grabbed the notebook off the ground, where it had landed when it bounced off his head, and started to draw. It was more like a mess of lines than a drawing, but it gave him something to do. He continued to draw, when suddenly, memories washed up on him, not letting him be.
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"You call that a drawing?!? Idiot boy!"
He was smashed into a wall, his head aching where it hit the wooden coat hanger that hung on their living room wall.
"B-Bu-" He tried to stutter out as he was smacked across the face.
"Dont even try to talk back to me, boy!"
"But mu-" Suddenly his arm was on fire blazing with pain. He could see the whiteness pushing through his skin, blood crawling down his arm to the carpet, leaving stains that would never come out. Tears fell from his eyes, mingling with the dark red substance.
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Neil closed his eyes and clenched his fist, the flimsy plastic breaking in his grip, the thin lead falling to the ground. He vaugly heard the steady rythm of keys falkter, but he ignored it, still trying to will away the memories. After a few minutes the keys resumed speed. He sat there with his eyes closed for at least the next half hour. When he finnaly opened his eyes, it was a only a crack, and the light blinded him to the point that he almost closed them again. The man just kept typing, and his patience was getting to him. It was nerve racking, he didnt say anything, didnt pay him any attention at all, but suddenly he felt as if he had to tell him. He fought with himself, knowing it would only make it worse. They would call her, they would put them in counceling, he would get hit more in punishment. But the words came out anyway.
"It was...my punishment. Whenever....I do somethign wrong...im dicilined...."
There was silence, then, "For how long?"
"Since...since I was four..."
Wu-Fei's face darkened and looking up, Neil could see the anger flashing in his eyes.
"Tell me the rest." He ordered, and Neil found himself obeying, letting spill for the first time in his life what had happened to him. Neil handt remembered talking so much in all of his life, and when he finnaly couldnt say anything else, he slumped his head down on the table. Laying there, face pressed against the cold wood, he waited for what he knew Wu-Fei would say. He was already regretting saying anythign, and he was vaugly thinking of sprinting out the door, that was before he remembered it was locked. He heard things being pickedup and dropped, and then the scratch of pencil on paper.
"Today is my last day posted here, I'll beleaving this afternoon. You're coming with me."
"...Thats illeagal." The thought of leaving here pumped excitement into his system, but he didnt let it overcome him. He could never get away, she would always find him. It was just a waste to try.
"Not if I have proof of abuse. I have every right to take you away from your house. And since im not paying for you to stay in an orphanage, your coming with me."
"...No matter your station, you cant get proof by just your word...and im not going to court...it wont work anyway."
"As I said. Im not that stupid. You were on live connection with preventer base, they already know everything, and that is why you are coming with me. Those are my orders." Neil stayed silent. He couldnt believe it. He had jus poured out all these things that he wouldnt even let himself think about...and now.... Wu-Fei got up, picking up his gun and a backpack that was in the corner of the room.
"Come on. The shuttle will be leaving soon." He called over his back as he walked out of the room.
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A/N: Yay! I finnaly introduced every budy! Its actually pretty sad...ive been done with this since christmas.... just too lazy to type it up. Well....at least i updated. I'll try to be more regular with my updates from now on, and im almost done with the second chap of Flying Rain sooooo.....
BakaNeko
"And then the rate is passed over here to the circumfrerence unit and..."
Neil sighed, burrying his head in his arms.
"Make her shut up..." The chinese boy mumbled into his sleeves.
"So what we have as an answer ist hat - Mr. Montaro! Get up this instant!"
He stayed the way he was, trying to drown out the voice that sounded like a consipated weasel. He could hear that clank of shoes that was undoubtedly the teacher walking towards him. There was silence for a moment, and then he let out a strangled cry as a burning sensation appeared on his scalp and he was forced up to the teacher's face.
"Am I boring you, Mr. Montaro?"
"N-no Ma'm..." He gasped out, reachingup with his hands to try and free his short black hair from her grasp. "I-I just....dozed off, but could you, OW, let go...Please!"
"And why would you be sleeping in my class, Mr. Montaro?
"I...um...didnt get any sleep last night?"
Her grip tightened, he nails digging into his skin.
"Your lieing to me, Mr. Montaro."
"Gnnn...."
"Go stand in the hall" She snorted with disgust, throwing him from his seat. Massaging his head and blowing his long bangs out of his eyes, Neil complied, glaring back at the teacher as he left the room.
"Damn teacher..." He wispered to himself as he reached into the pocket of his baggy jeans and pulled out his cd player, his chains and bracelets jingling as they brushed against the material. Sticking the headphones into his pierced ears, he leaned back against the wall and waited, a black spot against the pristine whiteness of the walls. He didnt look up as booted feet walked by, used to the soldiers' prescense at the school. But as the feet stopped and turned to him, he brought his head up, blue eyes meeting black challangingly. He noticed the man was chinese, a quick sweep of his body told Neil that he was a fighter. Not like the men they usually posted at the school, old fat self important bastards. They kept their gaze locked, not blinking, until the soldier finnaly shifted, looking away as a large bang came from outside. Neil smirked as the man looked back at him, knowing he had won. It was almost as if it was his will that had made the air conditioner sputter, his will that had made the man turn away, and he reveled in his victory. The man scowled and was about to turn away, when he stopped looking at Neil's arm. The sleeve had been pushed up when he had reached into his pocket, and he beraded himself for not noticing. He pushed it down quickly, but it was too late, he had seen. The soldier spoke, his voice hard and cold.
"Come with me" He said, walking away, trusting the boy to come on his own.
Neil compolied, dragging his feet with his head down. The man led him into an office, and Neil correctly guessed that the top officer got this office. He looked around with interest, noticing a gun lying carelessly on the desk, and several papers in stacks around the room. So thats why the door was always locked. The soldier closed the dor and turned to face him.
"Pull your sleeves up."
Keeping his eye locked on the desk in front of him, Neil slowly and carefully lifted his sleeves up. ON each arm, he was covered with scars and burns, his usually pale skin red and flakey.
"Where did you get those?" The man asked, his eyes examining as he spoke. Neil didn say anything, not even blinking when the man grabbed his arm, determining the damage. He kept his gaze ahead as he heard rustleing behind him. He didnt move or back away as a cool liquid was poured onto his arms, then wrabpped in a soft bandage. After the soldier was done, he stepped in front of Neil an pulled his face up by the chin, forcing him to look at him.
"Im still waiting for my answer."
"I....did those things...it..." He closed his eyes, trying to think of an excuse he would believe. "Makes me ...feel better....cleaner..." He shivered, pulling away from the soldier, backing towards the door. The man's eyes narrowed.
"I hope yo know Im not htat stupid."
"Im not lieing"
The man snorted. "Your horrible at this" He stated, then turned to his computer and started to type. Figuring he was free to go, Neil turned around and tried to open the door. It was locked. He sighed and walked back to the desk, slumping down in a chair.
"What are you writing?" He asked, leaning forward slightly.
"A report."
"On?"
"Nothing that would concern you."
"....So, what do you do in the preventers?"
"Im the security director, and I pilot a mobile suit."
"Sweet! What kind?! A leo? Scorpio? One of those Aries?"
"It differs."
"Cool! You any good at martial arts?"
He gave a slight nod of his head.
"Do you have a car?"
"Motorcycle"
"Whats your name?"
"Why do you keep asking me all these questions!?" The man barked, tearinghis eyes away from the screen to glare at Neil. He shrugged.
"I'm bored. You have me locked up in here, what else do you expect me to do? Whats your name?" He repeated, setteling himself more comfortably in the chair.
"Wu-Fei." The man growled out, throwing a notebook at Neil. "Now, unless it has something to do with your arms, shut up."
Neil sighed and grabbed the notebook off the ground, where it had landed when it bounced off his head, and started to draw. It was more like a mess of lines than a drawing, but it gave him something to do. He continued to draw, when suddenly, memories washed up on him, not letting him be.
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"You call that a drawing?!? Idiot boy!"
He was smashed into a wall, his head aching where it hit the wooden coat hanger that hung on their living room wall.
"B-Bu-" He tried to stutter out as he was smacked across the face.
"Dont even try to talk back to me, boy!"
"But mu-" Suddenly his arm was on fire blazing with pain. He could see the whiteness pushing through his skin, blood crawling down his arm to the carpet, leaving stains that would never come out. Tears fell from his eyes, mingling with the dark red substance.
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Neil closed his eyes and clenched his fist, the flimsy plastic breaking in his grip, the thin lead falling to the ground. He vaugly heard the steady rythm of keys falkter, but he ignored it, still trying to will away the memories. After a few minutes the keys resumed speed. He sat there with his eyes closed for at least the next half hour. When he finnaly opened his eyes, it was a only a crack, and the light blinded him to the point that he almost closed them again. The man just kept typing, and his patience was getting to him. It was nerve racking, he didnt say anything, didnt pay him any attention at all, but suddenly he felt as if he had to tell him. He fought with himself, knowing it would only make it worse. They would call her, they would put them in counceling, he would get hit more in punishment. But the words came out anyway.
"It was...my punishment. Whenever....I do somethign wrong...im dicilined...."
There was silence, then, "For how long?"
"Since...since I was four..."
Wu-Fei's face darkened and looking up, Neil could see the anger flashing in his eyes.
"Tell me the rest." He ordered, and Neil found himself obeying, letting spill for the first time in his life what had happened to him. Neil handt remembered talking so much in all of his life, and when he finnaly couldnt say anything else, he slumped his head down on the table. Laying there, face pressed against the cold wood, he waited for what he knew Wu-Fei would say. He was already regretting saying anythign, and he was vaugly thinking of sprinting out the door, that was before he remembered it was locked. He heard things being pickedup and dropped, and then the scratch of pencil on paper.
"Today is my last day posted here, I'll beleaving this afternoon. You're coming with me."
"...Thats illeagal." The thought of leaving here pumped excitement into his system, but he didnt let it overcome him. He could never get away, she would always find him. It was just a waste to try.
"Not if I have proof of abuse. I have every right to take you away from your house. And since im not paying for you to stay in an orphanage, your coming with me."
"...No matter your station, you cant get proof by just your word...and im not going to court...it wont work anyway."
"As I said. Im not that stupid. You were on live connection with preventer base, they already know everything, and that is why you are coming with me. Those are my orders." Neil stayed silent. He couldnt believe it. He had jus poured out all these things that he wouldnt even let himself think about...and now.... Wu-Fei got up, picking up his gun and a backpack that was in the corner of the room.
"Come on. The shuttle will be leaving soon." He called over his back as he walked out of the room.
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A/N: Yay! I finnaly introduced every budy! Its actually pretty sad...ive been done with this since christmas.... just too lazy to type it up. Well....at least i updated. I'll try to be more regular with my updates from now on, and im almost done with the second chap of Flying Rain sooooo.....
BakaNeko