Chapter two at your service!
Bloodfire87
Yuy's Letter
Friday January 14
He couldn't keep the groan from escaping as he slowly sat up. He bent his knee resting his elbow on it once again, he absently rubbed his calloused hand down his face as he cracked his eyes open. He glanced around the room to spot empty plain walls, a dresser and chest of drawers. There weren't any pictures anywhere or any other sign of life in the room that he could find. He let his eyes wander a little closer to him to see a chair with his jacket and jeans draped over the back of it, he then looked down to see the bandage around his mid section and everything suddenly came flying back to him, the little girl and her sister…Ami. He tossed the white sheet from his lap; he clutched his still tender side as he started again but slower this time. He pulled his jeans up over his boxers but he couldn't seem to find his shirt, tags, or gun. He absently registered his bare feet slapping against the cold hard wood floor as he crossed the slanted ceiling room to the open trap door finally registering a child's laughter. He cautiously made his way down the ladder making his footsteps go silent as he prowled through the main house. He spotted a cracked door to his right of the hall and slowly made his way to it. He peered inside to see the man that was Ami's father sitting behind a desk. His short blonde hair almost didn't seem to fit him and yet it did as its messy style fell into his blue eyes. He jumped, clutching his side, at the deep timbre of his voice calling out to him.
"So you're awake. Please come in,"
Heero cautiously stepped inside the room that he now saw as an office. He glanced around him to spot his holster, gun, and tags lying in front of the man on his desk. He stiffened to a ram rod straight stance, his eyes staring into the abyss above the man's head.
"So you are a soldier, I should've known when you saved my daughter with how fast you ran after them. How old are you?"
"Eighteen, sir,"
"Eighteen…who are you really?" Heero's resolve faltered for a second as he looked back to his eyes.
"I don't know, sir. I don't remember ever having family,"
"You've bound to have had some family. How did you become an assassin? You're tags told me that and what are you doing on a peaceful colony like this one? I watched you at the park the other day; you were reading and watching my children, why?"
"I was reading a book for my class, and I was watching them because they seemed so at peace with each other,"
"Alright, then what are you doing here, on X – 18823? There isn't a college on this colony,"
"I came here because my classes are out for winter break; I go to Welshfirm on X – 18825. I decided to see a different colony and what it had to offer as scenery, sir," he informed as he remained to stand tall while the man sighed.
"Very well, I believe Nora made soup for supper. You're welcome to share it with us, I think one of my shirts will fit you nicely," he stated as he stood up. He handed the holstered gun and tags to him.
"Sir?"
"You look like you could use a good home cooked meal. I've explained to Nora what the tags mean but not to the girls, Ami and Sarah both think the world of you,"
"I won't hurt them, sir, your wife, or you. The war's over now," Heero stated seeing the man's small smirk.
"I know, son. Well come on, lets go get you a shirt to put on. The soup smells like it's almost done," Mr. Summers added as he led Heero out of the office and down the hall towards his wife and his room. He went over to the dresser and pulled out a faded blue button up shirt. He tossed it over to him to see him catch it without a problem.
"There you go, that should do the trick, and I believe your shoes are in the laundry room, down the hall past the ladder and to your left,"
"Thank you," Heero muttered looking up from the shirt to the older man as he stopped in the doorway.
"No, thank you; you gave me back my daughter. I don't know what I would have done if I had lost another child," Mr. Summers returned softly.
"You had another child? What happened?" Heero asked automatically.
"He was kidnapped from us a long time ago; we don't even know if he's still alive," Mr. Summers answered as he left the room. Heero stared after him for a moment longer then set his gun on the end of the bed behind him. He slipped his tags over his head then slid his arms through the shirt. He spun around to the open doorway at the soft gasp, the shirt remained open and the light from the window gleamed off the bare metal around his neck. He locked gazes with the dark haired petite woman.
"Mrs. Summers, Mr. Summers said that it was alright to use one of his shirts," his words faded as she stepped closer to him with a shaking hand. He froze as he watched her lift it up to frame his scared face. Her fingers brushed delicately down a particularly nasty puckered line along the edge of his hair line and right eye down to his jaw beneath his ear. Her eyes were brimmed with tears as she smiled softly at him.
"Ma'am, are you alright?" Heero asked.
"You're my Jackson, my little Jack," she muttered. He stiffened as his eyes went wide.
"What?"
"My son, he was taken from us when he was five. I always believed that you were still alive; I could feel it in my heart. Jack, you're here in my arms, you're alive," she muttered as she brought her other hand up to frame his face completely.
"Ma'am, I'm sorry, but I don't think I'm your son,"
"Of course you are you have the same birthmark on your hip. He had a star on his left hip, you have it too. I know you're my son, I just know it. You have Ryan's eyes, his unkempt hair style, and my dark brown hair. See, we still keep a picture of you," she added as she went around opening the top drawer of the chest of drawers and rummaged through to the bottom. She slowly pulled up a rumbled picture and handed it to him. He took it to stare at the small boy that was looking up at the two adults with a wide smile spread across his young face. His arms were up in the air wanting his father to pick him up. Heero looked up from the miniature of himself at that age to the now older woman in the picture. His eyes were wide as he stared at Mrs. Summers.
"This is not possible…it can't be. My parents are dead, that's all I've ever heard,"
"It is you, isn't it? That's what you looked like when you were younger. Tell me that it's true," she pleaded as she stepped in closer to him; she clutched his shirt lapels desperately.
"Yeah, that's what I looked like but this can't be possible. There was no one there for me except for Odin, no parents, siblings, no body. I was alone, always alone,"
"We kept the search going for as long as possible, for years we kept hope that someone would call saying that they wanted ransom or something so that we could get you back,"
"I just can't believe it,"
"We'll get a blood test done; we'll match it to all three of us. I have to know whether or not it's true,"
"Nora, what are you doing?" the two looked over to the doorway to see the blond staring at them.
"Ryan, it is him, I just know it is. Look at him, my little boy is back home," Nora jumbled together as she ran over to her husband.
"I'm terribly sorry, Heero, I'm afraid my wife never truly gave up looking for our son that was kidnapped,"
"It's fine, Mr. Summers,"
"No, please you must believe me. Ryan, it is him, he even said that he looked like that when he was younger. He has your eyes, hair style, he even sounds similar to you. At least agree to a taking a blood test," Nora begged. She looked back to Heero as Ryan did.
"I'll agree to it if Heero does," he sighed.
"If it will help her come to terms than I will gladly help in any way possible," Heero stated bowing at the waist. He watched Ryan's nod and Nora's grin before going about buttoning up his shirt.
"Supper will be ready in a few moments," she stated softly.
"Thank you, Mrs. Summers,"
"Nora, call me Nora for now," she added before leaving with her husband.
