Gundam Wing Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ insert title here _________ ❯ Training ( Chapter 2 )

*standard disclaimers. otherwise...nothing.*

 

Chapter Two: Training

 

 

"Heero, what the hell do you think you're doing," Duo screamed over the video moniter.

 

"Completing the mission," came the solemn reply.

 

"Why do I even bother to ask," Duo sighed, hanging his head. "Even in simulations he's crazy."

 

"Test ended. Analysis completed for Heero Yuy. Sending data," a mechanic voice boomed.

 

Duo watched the data flash on his computer scrren, the results were nothing he didn't expect from the perfect soilder.

 

"Is that all I have to do," Heero asked, entering the control room.

 

"Yes," Duo answered. "But the programs won't be up until I rebuild what you anihilated."

 

Heero glanced into the simulation chamber, which was in a state of complete disary. The lasers smoldered in their melted state, the mobile suits were now completely useless, and that was all they could see through the cloud of smoke that still entombed the chamber.

 

"You really did a number on that," Trowa observed from his seat. He was checking to make sure the data didn't have any errors and copy it so they would have back-ups if anything came up.

 

"What the hell happened to the chamber," Wufie asked, running into the chamber after hearing Duo's yelling.

 

"Him," Duo answered dully, pointing at Heero.

 

Wufie smiled, "You can take him out of the war, but you can't take the war out of him."

 

"Where do you think you're going," Duo yelled after Heero. "You're going to help me clean this mess up!"

 

"I'm going to take a nap," Heero replied, continuing to leave.

 

"Get back here," Duo yelled, struggling to break free from Wufie and Trowa; who were trying to stop him from attacking Heero. "Heero!"

 

Heero left, not caring if Duo was trying to kill him. If Deathsythe's pilot really thought he had a chance, he was sadly mistaken.

 

He arrived at his apartment, unlocking his door only to lock it back behind him. He lived alone and prefered it that way. The room wa dark and scattered along the walls were a couch, a chair, and a television. He reached for the small lamp that sat on a table by the door that flooded the dismal room with its pale yellow light.

 

He glanced around, to make sure that no intruders were present, a percausinary action that lived within him and would always dictate his life. He headed for his small bedroom that contained his bed, a small table, chair, and laptop.

 

After making sure everything was in order, he layed down and went to sleep, dreaming of the mistakes of the past.

 

 

*chapter 3 will be up as soon as I finish it. until then, stare at the ceiling. that's always fun*