Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ act 1: El soldado eternal: Heero Yuy story ❯ the natural born killer ( Chapter 1 )

"Freedom is the freedom to say that two plus two equals four. If that is granted, all else will follow"

-Winston Smith "1984"

Past Destructions, Future Rebirths

By Valkyrie Skye

Act 1: El Soldado Eternal: Heero Yuy's story

Chapter 1: the natural born killer

July 10, AC 204

ES1008 cluster of the L1 colony

If you were to ask this man, this 24 year old, recent college graduate, what he intended to do with the next 40 years of his life, the answer I guaranteed would have been anything but working for a interplanetary security and intelligence agency such as The Preventers. Majoring in Technological engineering with high honors in the Colonial University: L1 branch, he knew, and probably intended to work in the colonial technology department of L1. Busying himself for 40 years on making the colony better by upgrading weather systems, manage and running efficiently air ventilation structures and guarding the gravitational thrusters so that L1 could stay in orbit. He could probably do so much for his colony with his talents and his brilliance.

So what, in all places, is he doing in the L1 Intercolonial spaceport with his bag of a few clothes, necessities, and his laptop forsaking the job he intended and trained for 4 years to have for a spot in the Preventers?

It's a question he often asks himself since the last two weeks. He sits in the spaceport diner, letting the Turkey and Swiss on rye cool and remain half eaten as he takes the large cup of the now lukewarm black coffee, bare of any sweetness and dark as a hopeless nightmare and took some of it down with one bitter swig. Placing it down on the shoddy wooden table, Heero reflects about the past two weeks.

He remembered that after graduation, he was in his dorm room, his place of sanctuary for the last four years. And as everyone made their tearful goodbyes to one another outside his room, recounting their most memorable moments and their promises to never forget their friendship, he packed his clothes in such a speed while the cab driver outside picked the skin of his fingernails in the vain attempt to be patient for his client. The beep of his opened laptop resonated in a quiet sound amidst the loud voices outside and dutifully he went to it as a parent tended a sick child. An animated mailbox showed him of his recent e-mail delivery. Opening it, his eyes immediately greeted the stalwart insignia of The Preventers Agency. His eyes stood half lidded in conceit. He knew who sent this. But he was sparked with a bit of curiosity. Why would Chief Commander Une send him an E-mail right now? They were never really close. He doesn't even consider her as an acquaintance, but more like a well-known stranger.

Nevertheless, he begins his reading, and as he does his eyes grew a little bit wide.

"Dear Mr. Yuy,

From the entire staff of The Preveneters Agency Main Headquarters of Luxembourg, I extend my greeting of congratulations to you in your recent graduation from college. Let me inform you that The Preventers Agency here in Luxembourg is looking to hire maximum-security officers for the ESUN governmental body. Our position offers paid-for housing, personal transportation, and a retirement pension as well as medical coverage and a starting high annual salary. Please respond to us as soon as you receive this letter for your answer to our proposal.

Sincerely,

Chief Commander Anne Une

Preventers Agency: Luxembourg Main headquarters

The letter was concise and to the point. Very much like the person who wrote it. He read it again, but he knew from the first reading that when she mentioned "ESUN governmental body" he knew to whom she was referring to.

In the spaceport, placed on the worn metallic chair next to him, on top of the naugahyde red seat covering, sat today's "L1 times" with a picture of the young ESUN president. The photo was taken during an address last night to the ESUN senate meeting in London to discuss a new bill allowing families of former MO-III resource satellite construction workers to receive compensation from the time that the former Earth Alliance controlled colonial development. During the year of AC193, the world bared witness as colony rebels known now as the Maganac Corp. infiltrated the satellite in the attempts to rescue the workers to whom the public found out that they were seriously underpaid (indeed many never got paid at all.) and was gravely mistreated (1). Though rescued, the families still suffered through financial burden, as many of the workers found hard to find jobs in the Alliance supported countries of earth.

The picture itself was taken from a popular cable news network and it explains the rather lively expression of The President as she spoke to the audience of delegates and news reporters. He stared at her eyes first, blue as the earth itself and just as alluring. He noticed one time that the pseudo-skies of the colonies aren't as blue as hers and for some reason he cannot explain, that thought frightened him. Heero remembers her face countless of times. In personal memory and through innumerable appearances in television news reports and news talk shows. Making exclusive interviews with hosts that, however professional looking they might come off, a keener ear would notice that they knew little to nothing of her policies and what they do know, they know for the sake of ratings and to inflate their egos.

The one appearance that stood out in his mind took place 7 months back. In the warmth of his dorm room, Heero remembered that he paused from his "Modern Philosophy 121" assignment, taking only a moment to drink from his beer as he watched, with calm reverence, the ESUN president's inauguration ceremony. She was sworn before the eyes of the people to uphold the duties that come with being the leader of the world's nations until the conclusion of her term. When she swears, he can tell through those telltale eyes of hers that she means what she says. When the swearing in was done, the head of the ceremony came to the podium to announce the new ESUN president and as he did, the words, even to this day resonated within him as his heart swelled with something like pride and some other unknown warm feeling.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, the new Earth Sphere United Nations President, President Relena Dorlian."

"Relena…" he whispered unconsciously, back at the diner. He brought himself out of the memory and looked around to see if anyone was listening. After finding out otherwise, he looks at his watch. 7:18 am. It'll be 36 hours before he'll touch terrestrial ground for the first time in four years…

May 15, AC 180

ES1001 cluster of colony L1

"Fuck" said the blonde haired man with the butcher blue eyes as he surveyed the mess. Amniotic fluid and blood littered the brothel floor and made a trail up the stairs to one of the cliental rooms in the upper floor.

A Japanese man next to him, limited in his English but understood the foul western words, nodded his head in understanding "Hai."

A woman came out of the room and stifled a gasp as she saw the two gentlemen. She looked behind the door and then back and cried, her hands outward towards them, begging in Japanese to leave the poor girl in peace for she is giving birth. The Japanese man shook his head violently and said in his native tongue "Then let the bitch give birth. We'll wait. Boss Tanaka wants his money, he's been far too lenient on her. He allowed her to sell drugs instead of her body because of her pregnancy and she owes him 868 units now. Either you get it or we'll come upstairs and welcome the birth with a .45mm in their heads." And as to show proof, he took out his Beretta from the holster in his jacket and waved it in the air. The woman nodded and went back inside while the young ladies gasped, and some yelp at the sight of the weapon and held on to each other for dear life. He turned to the young ladies and yelled "what the hell are you all doing?! Get to work! We got customers waiting out front!! Go on!" and at that, they scrambled towards the brothel's customer service quarters quite literally as if their lives depended on it.

Taking a seat at the plush red love seats, the Japanese man sat and sighed heavily looking at the door and then at the blue eyed man who still standing and said "How long do you think the bitch upstairs is gonna be on this?"

Though Caucasian, the man knew perfect Japanese and responded in an Asian eloquence "Birthing takes awhile, Akira-san. The mess here looks a bit dried so I suppose we'll be expecting the girl with her newcomer pretty soon."

The man snorted, "Who do you think is the father?" he chuckled.

"A lot of men come through here, Colonist and Alliance Specials officers alike. I wouldn't doubt that the father is either in one of these colonies or out on earth." He stopped. He didn't felt much like talking anymore to this man. He knew that this man, this Akira, hated him with all his heart. He hated the simple fact that the head of the Japanese mafia in the L1 colonies employed a white man in their ranks. And out of all of them, Akira was the one partnered with this white man, this `Odin-san' but to the man named Odin, It was alright. When you have the support of the head of a powerful mob group, somehow, silly things like this didn't really mattered much to him.

Every so often, the woman would come out pleading for the men to be patient and going back to the room. After a few indescribable hours, the woman came out, sheepishly and looked at the men. "She's done." She simply said.

The two started towards the stairs and when inside the rooms. It was one of the rooms they dubbed "the special room" in which the wall, upholstery, and objects of sexual matter was littered all over in the blood red color of desire. Upon the large bed where the blood of the birthing and the natural red of the sheets appeared to be different in another light so that it seems like two different reds, laid a young Japanese girl. Sweat and tears in thin sheets around her face as she looked at the people entering the room. In her arms cradled a healthy crying baby. Her dark eyes looked at Akira and she found his face to be too cold for her. She looked at Odin and thought it be better to keep her eyes on him.

"Congratulations." said Odin.

"Domo." She whispered.

"Well, if you two are quite finished, you probably know why we're here." Akira added with a smug smile "and in case you are wondering, it isn't because of the baby."

The woman in the back wanted to protest but was quelled by a calm glance from the girl on the bed. She cradled her baby to sleep and said in a low voice, "In my drawer…is 300 units. That's all I have for this week. You must understand that I couldn't get more because of… well…" she looked down at her baby then looked back and said, "…you know."

Akira walked over to the drawer and took out the money. Counting it, he turned and looked at the girl "This is unacceptable. You know Boss Tanaka won't accept this."

"Well, with all due respect, Akira-san, you can tell Boss Tanaka that I could not meet his quota this week and that I'll make up for it next week when hopefully I'll heal to sell and fuck till I bleed again."

Akira took out his gun and pointed directly at her head, "Watch your mouth, slut." His voice a low growl "I just might carry Tanaka's order to shoot your head off a little preemptively."

Odin could not tell cause of the red lights in this room, but he can probably guess that her face was a little defiant. "I cannot produce money out of the air, what do I look like, a magician?" then she looked at her baby, a sleeping angel in this hellish room and then looked back at Akira, "Tell Boss Tanaka that if he will not believe me when I say that I'll make up for this disgrace, then he can take this baby for collateral."

"NO!" the woman said.

Akira looked at her and then the girl and he laughed, "For what need will Boss Tanaka have for a baby? He has a family already, three kids and an oblivious wife. Why would you wish to burden him with another mouth to feed?"

The girl sighed, "This is the best I could do. Either you can take the money and my baby boy, or kill me now."

In Odin eyes, things went far too fast. And yet as he stood there, his hands placed within in his coat pockets, he saw the events unfold in perfect detail. He saw as Akira raised his gun again and pointed at the general direction of the girl's head. He saw as the girl wrapped her skinny arms around the baby's head. He saw as the bullet came out from the barrel and went into her temples in a fantastic display of light and speed. On the other side of her head, blood exploded outwards and before he knew it, the girl's head hung lifelessly over the baby, who was screaming in fear of the loud noise. The woman screamed too and then fainted on the floor. The shock was too much for her to bear. Akira went to the baby and cocked his gun again when Odin stilled him on his arm. "I think you've done enough."

"Yes, and you didn't." he put the gun back into the holster and said "I cannot believe Boss Tanaka sent you with me when I've done all the work." He said smugly.

"And when were you going to give me the chance to speak? It seem you didn't want to stop talking like a big shot the entire time. Has it ever occurred to you that she might have stashed more money elsewhere and nobody knew about it? We didn't check how much coke she sold so how do we know the 300 was the only amount she had?" he walked over and looked at the baby and moved the arms away from the baby's head. The crying noise emanating from the baby's mouth shows that he was still alive. The girl threw her arms around the baby's head to guard his ears from the noise of the gun. Other than life, protection from deafness was the last gift she ever gave to her newborn. Odin continued "And for your information, Boss Tanaka sent me with you to baby-sit you. He said you had a happy trigger finger."

Akira growled, "I don't need your opinion, or your company, white-man. I can carry on fine by myself." He turned, taking a moment to grab the money and left. Odin still stood. Hands in his pockets as the woman was brought back to consciousness. She looked at the figure ahead of her, trying to see straight. As her eyesight came slowly back, she realized she was looking at the Caucasian man that came with Akira. A gasp first and a whimper and then she silenced, keeping her slanted eyes on Odin in horror.

Odin looked at her and said, "Are you all alright?" his voice a deep monotone.

The woman nodded her head jerkily and turned to look at the girl. Blood was oozing down from the hole in the girl's head and dripping on the baby. She let out a choked cry and looked at Odin and managed to say, "please. Leave me with the baby."

Odin looked at the woman then turned to the dead girl and said, "As I understood it, she was going to give the baby to Boss Tanaka and no one else."

The woman's voice was mingled with anguish and with question "But Akira-san refused. I heard it myself."

"Akira-san is not the Boss. He just acts like it. In truth, he does not know the wishes of Boss Tanaka. I doubt if he really knows him at all."

"Are you saying that Boss Tanaka will keep the baby? For what? She's dead. The bargain was made so to spare her life."

Odin turned to the woman and as he did, she swallowed back into silence "Nevertheless, she allowed us to keep the baby boy and no one else." He walked over to the girl. The stink of birth, blood and death is now clouding the room in a thick, sickening miasma. Taking the live baby out of the dead girl's arms, he re-wrapped the bed sheet around the baby's naked body and turned to the woman "I'll take him now."

"No! Please." She begged trying to get up on weak legs and held on to his arm as he was almost out the door "don't! I can take care of him, I could be his mother, please… don't."

But Odin shrugged out of her grasp and walked out of the room, out of the mob owned brothel and went out to the streets, baby in hand. The killer and the unnamed newborn with an unknown destiny.

To be continued.

(1) for those who don't know, that was in Quatre's episode zero