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more reviews are made.))
Ch. 2 Worry
"Heero!" Duo leapt at the trained assassin. He didn't know if he was pointing at Desiree or Tobi, but he wasn't about to allow one of them to die. The two fell to the ground.
Wufei hastily retrieved Heero's fallen gun and expertly placed it in his back pocket. The Chinese boy ran over to Desiree who had descended the stairs and cradled the fallen Tobi in her arms. He wrinkled his nose in disgust as he said, "Yuy, I didn't know you would stoop that low!" When he turned, an unconscious Duo lay on the floor with spiraled eyes and Heero had disappeared from sight.
Quatre bit his nails nervously as Trowa took Tobi from Desiree's arms. The ferret hadn't been wounded. The bullet hole that Heero made was well off from hitting Desiree or anyone else.
Tobi shook his head, just as curious and dazed as if he woke up from a nice nap. He yawned, stretched, and cleaned his face like he normally did every morning. The three conscious pilots sweat dropped as Desiree squealed with delight, hugging Tobi almost to the point of suffocation.
Heero growled as he made his way back to the serene area he had located earlier. He knew that it could still be dangerous for him to be there, but he decided that it would still be better than listening to one of Wufei's rants about 'injustice' or Quatre's 'why-can't-you-be-more-peaceful' looks...but mostly…that girl, Desiree. Heero didn't know what he felt just then, but he did know that he had to get rid of it. Emotions were not part of his life. There was no time. This feeling, though, was different. It seemed to start at the core of his very being and radiate outward, making his stomach and chest contract slightly. His hand fell slightly over his abdomen as his computer-like brain tried to analyze this sudden change in behavior. Was it lack of training? Sleep? No. Doctor J had drilled the training sessions into his mind so far that they could never be lost to him, not even if he had suffered many cases of amnesia. As for sleep, Heero had rested suitably for the mission the night before, and he usually could go through long periods of time without it. He couldn't be sick. He was accustomed to different types of viruses and able tolerate and resist sickness without so much as a sneeze.
Heero finally reached the lake. The sun had already set and fireflies illuminated his path. The little floating lanterns made the lake glow mystically as a thin fog slowly rolled over it.
Heero took his tank top off and set it on a dry rock near the lake, spreading out on the crispy, moist grass. The low monotonous buzzing of a cicada lulled him into a trance and he began to meditate.
Desiree paced the room, occasionally looking at Duo who was rubbing the large bump on his head from the blow that Heero gave him, his braid flopping over one shoulder. Wufei sat backwards on a chair, growling more about all the 'injustice' in the household and 'harming the weak'. Quatre was biting his nails, he was beginning to make it a bad habit, and taking nervous sips from his cup, still shaken from the earlier events. Trowa sat down by the window, at the card table, and began shining his mask with a faded, blue cloth under the golden light of the lamp. The house had been silent since Heero left. Finally, Desiree, vein popping from her forehead, turned to Duo and yelled, "What the HELL is his PROBLEM, Duo! I thought you said that he liked to keep to himself! NO! He…"
"But Desiree…"
"SHUT UP! First, he walks in on me. I think, 'Ok, sure, I'm freaked out, but it was all an accident.' Secondly, he pulls a gun on me and threatens to kill me. I think, "Ok…a little on the touchy side, but I guess he doesn't like company." But, oh, Duo! When he pulled that trigger and almost killed Tobi…AAARRRGGHHH!!! I hate him!"
"No."
Desiree turned to look at Trowa, who was still shining his mask. Wufei looked up at him also, confused.
Trowa continued, "You shouldn't be mad at him."
"WHAT?!" Desiree growled, lifting a fist. "What the Hell do you mean?!"
Trowa didn't even blink or hesitate in cleaning his mask as he replied, "Heero would have killed you if he wanted to. He has never had poor aim."
Wufei and the other four pilots looked down and agreed.
Desiree laughed. "He missed because Tobi startled him."
"I'm sorry," Wufei interrupted, "but I will have to take Trowa's side on this. Heero is capable of doing many things. He has never failed a mission, and he never, ever misses."
Desiree wrinkled her nose in protest, but just cradled the sleepy Tobi in her arms and went to her room.
When she left, Duo sweat dropped and put a hand to his head, "She can be really hard to deal with sometimes. She has a really short temper and when she is mad or threatened, she can be very hard-headed. In this case it was both."
Quatre smiled, "So we've observed. I just think she needs more time to get used to us and the way we live. Who knows what she's gone through?" He pressed a hand to his chest. "I can feel it. Something terrible is plaguing her mind."
Wufei rubbed his temples. "I almost forgot how it was to hear a woman yell." Meiran. Wufei sighed. "Heero shouldn't have made that one mad."
"Well, Wufei. We really can't blame Heero," Trowa whispered. "After all, he didn't' know that we brought her here."
"Trowa is right," Quatre nodded. "We all know how Heero is with people he isn't…accustomed to. That was our fault. We should have told him that she was in the house before he had the chance to find her like he did." He sighed, "Now we don't know where Heero is!"
"Don't worry a bit, Quat. Heero can take care of himself, remember? Heero Yuy is a trained assassin who takes his job seriously. My main concern is what we are going to do about Desiree. You know we can't possibly let her stay here if Heero, who has a short temper himself, blows up on her. She may be my cousin, but if Heero goes into death mode…well I hate to say this, but I don't think even Shinigami could stop him from killing her."
Dew and sweat clung to The Perfect Soldier's hair as he tightened his abdominal muscles for the last set of sit-ups. He nimbly popped up to his feet, stretched, and growled as he resumed the position for push-ups. A drop of sweat ran down the side of his face as he began. His training for the day was almost complete. His meditation period went smoothly and he no longer felt the need to kill the girl who looked so much like Duo. At least that was one thing he learned from training with Wufei.
Suddenly, Heero's ears perked. Footsteps. He grimaced, but continued with his work out. Heero knew that the person who drew near was an Oz soldier, but didn't really feel like hiding or killing at the moment, so he just resumed his training in a natural motion (well, as natural as Heero could get…) and pretended not to hear the person conspicuously approach him. A cold hand touched his shoulder. The sudden unexpected contact almost made Heero reach for his gun, but his brain was faster. He turned his hesitation into a tired breath even though his arms felt like he could do push-ups forever. Heero naturally put a hand up to his forehead and wiped the sweat away from his face as he looked up at the person. Just as he expected, it was an Oz soldier.
"What are you doin' here kid," the man inquired.
"Just a couple of push-ups," he tried to sound casual and the guard seemed to fall for it.
The soldier chuckled to himself, "I remember when I used to train out here at night, too. I live just two miles from where we're standing that way." He pointed his thumb in the direction that Heero figured was east.
"Hn," was Heero's only reply.
The man looked at him out of the corner of his eye, "So do you go to the school around here?"
"Yes."
"Oh, really…" The Oz soldier quickly retrieved his gun from its holster and pointed it at Heero. "Nice try, kid, but you aren't as smart as you think."
A drop of dew fell from the brown tumble of hair and ran down the side of Heero's impassive face as he stared at the man with stone cold eyes.
"The nearest school is twenty five kilometers away from here. Is that the one that you go to?" Heero nodded and the large man chuckled, "Yep. That was my school too. The thing is, those Gundam pilots forced them to close down. Bet you didn't know that, eh, kid."
Click.
The man cocked the gun at Heero and grinned, his nicotine stained teeth gritted together to brace himself for the gunshot.
Heero undetectably slid his hand toward his hip, but found that his gun was not in its usual place, secured to his waist.
Wufei stared at his reflection in the cold, hard metal of Heero's gun. He couldn't help but feel guilty for taking it, but he didn't know if Heero hand finally cracked or not. He shouldn't have left without it. The silent Chinese warrior thought. What an irresponsible thing to do!
Desiree stared at the vanity mirror in her room. Her Amethyst eyes blinked back at her curiously as she bit her lip in silence. "Heero should be back by now. Duo is worried. So are Quatre, Trowa, and Wufei." Tobi looked at her, a black ribbon between his teeth. She took the ribbon and placed it in the drawer she was given for her things. Desiree stood and smoothed out the long, black shirt that Duo gave her to sleep in, making her way toward the welcoming bed.
The comforters were warm and soft. It was much better than the bitter, hard ground that she had made her bed recently. Tobi took his place on her pillow, near her face, and curled up into a tight little ball, snuggling against her bangs and forehead. Her eyes stung, begging for sleep, but sleep wouldn't come. After endless minutes of tossing and turning, she left her soft bed to get a glass of water. What on Earth and the Colonies could be keeping me up? She closed her eyes and bit her lip. Heero, she knew. But what could it be? Could it be worry? She shook her head wildly in disagreement. Desiree Maxwell worries for no one but Duo, Tobi, and herself! I know! Guilt! It has to be guilt. She frowned. There is no other possible answer.
With her glass of water in hand, Desiree made her way back up the stairs and into her room. The task of getting to sleep was harder than it ever was before, though. The frustrated girl finally sat up in bed and hugged her knees, resting her forehead on them. Why does my conscience bother me so much? Heero can take care of himself, can't he? That's what Duo said. Why the Hell should I be worried over someone who kills professionally, not to mention almost having me and my best friend as a couple of his casualties. She looked at Tobi, curled up and asleep. His little whiskers twitched now and then and he licked his chops. The little ferret risked his life for her today. Yet she couldn't help but wonder if Heero really would have shot her if he hadn't intervened. Apparently, all the pilots thought that he wouldn't have. They say he is so great and mighty. Ha! Where is he now? Out in the woods somewhere, making them worry to death! Some war hero! He is probably all talk and couldn't hit an Oz soldier if he was standing right in front of him! She sneered and fell back onto her pillow.
Heero jerked his arm back and without a flinch, broke the man's neck. Blood stained his pants and body from various cuts on the soldier's body. He pocketed the newly stolen gun in his back pocket and snatched his shirt angrily from the rock. Heero was irritated. First, he came home from a long mission to find a rude girl and her ferret in his bathtub. Secondly, Wufei kept his gun and it just so happened that he needed it to save him a lot of time and energy. And finally, he hated himself for choosing such and obvious place to do his training at and wasted a whole session with one soldier! Heero remembered the closed school and didn't see that on his mission information report. He made a mental note to fix it as soon as he returned. Inaccuracy was…unacceptable.
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Ch. 2 Worry
"Heero!" Duo leapt at the trained assassin. He didn't know if he was pointing at Desiree or Tobi, but he wasn't about to allow one of them to die. The two fell to the ground.
Wufei hastily retrieved Heero's fallen gun and expertly placed it in his back pocket. The Chinese boy ran over to Desiree who had descended the stairs and cradled the fallen Tobi in her arms. He wrinkled his nose in disgust as he said, "Yuy, I didn't know you would stoop that low!" When he turned, an unconscious Duo lay on the floor with spiraled eyes and Heero had disappeared from sight.
Quatre bit his nails nervously as Trowa took Tobi from Desiree's arms. The ferret hadn't been wounded. The bullet hole that Heero made was well off from hitting Desiree or anyone else.
Tobi shook his head, just as curious and dazed as if he woke up from a nice nap. He yawned, stretched, and cleaned his face like he normally did every morning. The three conscious pilots sweat dropped as Desiree squealed with delight, hugging Tobi almost to the point of suffocation.
Heero growled as he made his way back to the serene area he had located earlier. He knew that it could still be dangerous for him to be there, but he decided that it would still be better than listening to one of Wufei's rants about 'injustice' or Quatre's 'why-can't-you-be-more-peaceful' looks...but mostly…that girl, Desiree. Heero didn't know what he felt just then, but he did know that he had to get rid of it. Emotions were not part of his life. There was no time. This feeling, though, was different. It seemed to start at the core of his very being and radiate outward, making his stomach and chest contract slightly. His hand fell slightly over his abdomen as his computer-like brain tried to analyze this sudden change in behavior. Was it lack of training? Sleep? No. Doctor J had drilled the training sessions into his mind so far that they could never be lost to him, not even if he had suffered many cases of amnesia. As for sleep, Heero had rested suitably for the mission the night before, and he usually could go through long periods of time without it. He couldn't be sick. He was accustomed to different types of viruses and able tolerate and resist sickness without so much as a sneeze.
Heero finally reached the lake. The sun had already set and fireflies illuminated his path. The little floating lanterns made the lake glow mystically as a thin fog slowly rolled over it.
Heero took his tank top off and set it on a dry rock near the lake, spreading out on the crispy, moist grass. The low monotonous buzzing of a cicada lulled him into a trance and he began to meditate.
Desiree paced the room, occasionally looking at Duo who was rubbing the large bump on his head from the blow that Heero gave him, his braid flopping over one shoulder. Wufei sat backwards on a chair, growling more about all the 'injustice' in the household and 'harming the weak'. Quatre was biting his nails, he was beginning to make it a bad habit, and taking nervous sips from his cup, still shaken from the earlier events. Trowa sat down by the window, at the card table, and began shining his mask with a faded, blue cloth under the golden light of the lamp. The house had been silent since Heero left. Finally, Desiree, vein popping from her forehead, turned to Duo and yelled, "What the HELL is his PROBLEM, Duo! I thought you said that he liked to keep to himself! NO! He…"
"But Desiree…"
"SHUT UP! First, he walks in on me. I think, 'Ok, sure, I'm freaked out, but it was all an accident.' Secondly, he pulls a gun on me and threatens to kill me. I think, "Ok…a little on the touchy side, but I guess he doesn't like company." But, oh, Duo! When he pulled that trigger and almost killed Tobi…AAARRRGGHHH!!! I hate him!"
"No."
Desiree turned to look at Trowa, who was still shining his mask. Wufei looked up at him also, confused.
Trowa continued, "You shouldn't be mad at him."
"WHAT?!" Desiree growled, lifting a fist. "What the Hell do you mean?!"
Trowa didn't even blink or hesitate in cleaning his mask as he replied, "Heero would have killed you if he wanted to. He has never had poor aim."
Wufei and the other four pilots looked down and agreed.
Desiree laughed. "He missed because Tobi startled him."
"I'm sorry," Wufei interrupted, "but I will have to take Trowa's side on this. Heero is capable of doing many things. He has never failed a mission, and he never, ever misses."
Desiree wrinkled her nose in protest, but just cradled the sleepy Tobi in her arms and went to her room.
When she left, Duo sweat dropped and put a hand to his head, "She can be really hard to deal with sometimes. She has a really short temper and when she is mad or threatened, she can be very hard-headed. In this case it was both."
Quatre smiled, "So we've observed. I just think she needs more time to get used to us and the way we live. Who knows what she's gone through?" He pressed a hand to his chest. "I can feel it. Something terrible is plaguing her mind."
Wufei rubbed his temples. "I almost forgot how it was to hear a woman yell." Meiran. Wufei sighed. "Heero shouldn't have made that one mad."
"Well, Wufei. We really can't blame Heero," Trowa whispered. "After all, he didn't' know that we brought her here."
"Trowa is right," Quatre nodded. "We all know how Heero is with people he isn't…accustomed to. That was our fault. We should have told him that she was in the house before he had the chance to find her like he did." He sighed, "Now we don't know where Heero is!"
"Don't worry a bit, Quat. Heero can take care of himself, remember? Heero Yuy is a trained assassin who takes his job seriously. My main concern is what we are going to do about Desiree. You know we can't possibly let her stay here if Heero, who has a short temper himself, blows up on her. She may be my cousin, but if Heero goes into death mode…well I hate to say this, but I don't think even Shinigami could stop him from killing her."
Dew and sweat clung to The Perfect Soldier's hair as he tightened his abdominal muscles for the last set of sit-ups. He nimbly popped up to his feet, stretched, and growled as he resumed the position for push-ups. A drop of sweat ran down the side of his face as he began. His training for the day was almost complete. His meditation period went smoothly and he no longer felt the need to kill the girl who looked so much like Duo. At least that was one thing he learned from training with Wufei.
Suddenly, Heero's ears perked. Footsteps. He grimaced, but continued with his work out. Heero knew that the person who drew near was an Oz soldier, but didn't really feel like hiding or killing at the moment, so he just resumed his training in a natural motion (well, as natural as Heero could get…) and pretended not to hear the person conspicuously approach him. A cold hand touched his shoulder. The sudden unexpected contact almost made Heero reach for his gun, but his brain was faster. He turned his hesitation into a tired breath even though his arms felt like he could do push-ups forever. Heero naturally put a hand up to his forehead and wiped the sweat away from his face as he looked up at the person. Just as he expected, it was an Oz soldier.
"What are you doin' here kid," the man inquired.
"Just a couple of push-ups," he tried to sound casual and the guard seemed to fall for it.
The soldier chuckled to himself, "I remember when I used to train out here at night, too. I live just two miles from where we're standing that way." He pointed his thumb in the direction that Heero figured was east.
"Hn," was Heero's only reply.
The man looked at him out of the corner of his eye, "So do you go to the school around here?"
"Yes."
"Oh, really…" The Oz soldier quickly retrieved his gun from its holster and pointed it at Heero. "Nice try, kid, but you aren't as smart as you think."
A drop of dew fell from the brown tumble of hair and ran down the side of Heero's impassive face as he stared at the man with stone cold eyes.
"The nearest school is twenty five kilometers away from here. Is that the one that you go to?" Heero nodded and the large man chuckled, "Yep. That was my school too. The thing is, those Gundam pilots forced them to close down. Bet you didn't know that, eh, kid."
Click.
The man cocked the gun at Heero and grinned, his nicotine stained teeth gritted together to brace himself for the gunshot.
Heero undetectably slid his hand toward his hip, but found that his gun was not in its usual place, secured to his waist.
Wufei stared at his reflection in the cold, hard metal of Heero's gun. He couldn't help but feel guilty for taking it, but he didn't know if Heero hand finally cracked or not. He shouldn't have left without it. The silent Chinese warrior thought. What an irresponsible thing to do!
Desiree stared at the vanity mirror in her room. Her Amethyst eyes blinked back at her curiously as she bit her lip in silence. "Heero should be back by now. Duo is worried. So are Quatre, Trowa, and Wufei." Tobi looked at her, a black ribbon between his teeth. She took the ribbon and placed it in the drawer she was given for her things. Desiree stood and smoothed out the long, black shirt that Duo gave her to sleep in, making her way toward the welcoming bed.
The comforters were warm and soft. It was much better than the bitter, hard ground that she had made her bed recently. Tobi took his place on her pillow, near her face, and curled up into a tight little ball, snuggling against her bangs and forehead. Her eyes stung, begging for sleep, but sleep wouldn't come. After endless minutes of tossing and turning, she left her soft bed to get a glass of water. What on Earth and the Colonies could be keeping me up? She closed her eyes and bit her lip. Heero, she knew. But what could it be? Could it be worry? She shook her head wildly in disagreement. Desiree Maxwell worries for no one but Duo, Tobi, and herself! I know! Guilt! It has to be guilt. She frowned. There is no other possible answer.
With her glass of water in hand, Desiree made her way back up the stairs and into her room. The task of getting to sleep was harder than it ever was before, though. The frustrated girl finally sat up in bed and hugged her knees, resting her forehead on them. Why does my conscience bother me so much? Heero can take care of himself, can't he? That's what Duo said. Why the Hell should I be worried over someone who kills professionally, not to mention almost having me and my best friend as a couple of his casualties. She looked at Tobi, curled up and asleep. His little whiskers twitched now and then and he licked his chops. The little ferret risked his life for her today. Yet she couldn't help but wonder if Heero really would have shot her if he hadn't intervened. Apparently, all the pilots thought that he wouldn't have. They say he is so great and mighty. Ha! Where is he now? Out in the woods somewhere, making them worry to death! Some war hero! He is probably all talk and couldn't hit an Oz soldier if he was standing right in front of him! She sneered and fell back onto her pillow.
Heero jerked his arm back and without a flinch, broke the man's neck. Blood stained his pants and body from various cuts on the soldier's body. He pocketed the newly stolen gun in his back pocket and snatched his shirt angrily from the rock. Heero was irritated. First, he came home from a long mission to find a rude girl and her ferret in his bathtub. Secondly, Wufei kept his gun and it just so happened that he needed it to save him a lot of time and energy. And finally, he hated himself for choosing such and obvious place to do his training at and wasted a whole session with one soldier! Heero remembered the closed school and didn't see that on his mission information report. He made a mental note to fix it as soon as he returned. Inaccuracy was…unacceptable.
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