Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Blood Bonds ❯ Alone ( Chapter 5 )

Blood Bonds

By Tygerlilee

Chapter Five

Alone

*Disclaimer: I don't own GW, I'm simply borrowing their character, Heero Yuy, and continuing his life's story.

Heero rolled out of bed lazily. One of his tests was today, but he really didn't care how he did. He was feeling a little stronger-he had been skipping his homework almost every night now-but he was still pretty weak.

He slowly got dressed and made his way to school and sat down to breakfast alone. Donny had been shipped off to his foster home on Earth three days ago, and Gadeth had left for a private school on a wrestling scholarship yesterday. Now Zoram was gone as well.

During the war, he had been starved, resulting in his stunted growth. Then, when he moved here, he gorged himself every time he found food-he was afraid that he would never eat again-Heero, Donny, and Gadeth had always believed that he was just a human garbage disposal. It was a week and a half ago that the internal bleeding started.

He had died last night after vomiting black blood--Heero had been at the hospital all night with him. Heero would never forget how he looked lying there, his face drained of all color, dripping with sweat as he spastically coughed and vomited. The doctors said that no one thing killed him. They speculated that a gastrointestinal infection originated with his war-time starvation and massive gorging for the past several months, then was heightened by an unhealthy diet of the poor excuse for food at the run down high school. The body tried cleans itself resulting in his sever dehydration and coughing. And now Zoram was gone.

Heero was alone now. The school was over half-empty and it was no secret where all the students were going.

Heero had not really wanted to leave before, but now there was absolutely nothing here for him and he found that he didn't care what happened. He did not care that he was alone, he did not care what happened to his friends-that Zoram had died, and he was listless and cold.

That was a lie-he did care. As much as he hated to admit it, he was lonely and wanted his friends back, he missed them. For the second time in his life, with them, he had found companionship-but it had been better with these three because he didn't have to fight or lead them. He had his freedom and they were friends. Life was so much simpler and he had truly been happy, but now they were gone and he was alone.

He could just make new friends, but they would just leave. There was no point in trying. Everyone on this colony would just leave him alone. Alone again…just like when Odin left…alone… he was alone.

He was alone again, and he didn't like it.

He wanted out of this place-this cockroach and rat heaven.

He wanted to do well on that test and get a scholarship…he needed out.

He didn't want to be alone.

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"You have five minutes left, Mr. Yuy," a skeptic nasal voice informed him.

Heero's mind was working as hard as it could, trying to recall everything that anyone had ever told him. This test was obviously meant to separate the intelligent from the geniuses-it was an I.Q. test after all.

He should have eaten dinner last night…he should have slept longer…think…concentrate…

"Time's up, Mr. Yuy," the nasal said.

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Heero calmly walked to his locker, retrieving his calculus book.

The girl in the yellow shirt was no longer there to smile shyly…she had been sent to a foster home.

The boy with long unbrushed hair was no longer avoiding his gaze…he had committed suicide.

But the older woman still wagged her hips and glared untrustingly at all passers by…

Heero walked to his apartment that he used to share with Donny…the sky looked much darker than usual…they must be about to make a storm up there…what little grass and plant life was on this decrepit colony needed rain badly…they hadn't made it rain in a long time because of leaky roofs.

Heero's arms ached…he was falling apart just like this colony.

His mind began to wander down memory lane and his feet took him to work.

He was in a daze…he was weak… he should have slept more…he should have studied for that test…he wanted out…he was alone.

Heero came home to the cold damp apartment and pulled out his calculus book. That last test had been the I.Q. test. For the first part the long-nosed man had asked him various questions and had him solve several puzzles-then he had had to take a little timed test. He might have bombed that, but he still had the standardized test and he was going to study-he was going to get out.

He wanted out.

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"You have five minutes left, Heero," and kindly over-weight woman told him.

Heero had finished the test thirty minutes ago, but he was rechecking his answers just in case…he was worried because it had seemed so easy…nothing like that last test.

"Heero, your time is up," she smiled down at him as he handed her his test paper. "We'll have your scores back in a couple weeks."

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Heero scored another goal; his team was now tied with their opponent. He was playing two-on-two; the four of them were the only ones left.

Heero noticed that they kept shooting him concerned glances, as if waiting for him to collapse. But he was feeling stronger…he had been getting more sleep and eating dinner since preparing for his test. However, he had finished that this morning so he would be back to the old routine…he couldn't afford to keep living like that--literally.

More people were leaving the colony, not just the school kids. As people left, goods became more scarce and much more expensive…Heero just couldn't afford it. The test was over though, so now he could slack off.

He wanted to get out and get out now…he was tired of living like this…he didn't want to be alone.

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A/N I know that this is a really depressing chapter, and overall the fic is really depressing…but it will get happier, I promise!! Please just give me some time.

As always, please review me!

Oh and another note-Zoram's vomiting may sound a little reminiscent of "The Hot Zone" by Richard Preston (if you've ever read it), but he did not die from Ebola. It was a sever case of extended starvation followed by massive gorging. That weakened his body and he got an infection form one of several things (unsanitary surroundings, bad food, etc.) and he died. I don't know if that is really possible, but it made sense to me. I am not a doctor, medical student, or anything else so please excuse any inaccuracies. Thanks so much ^_~ Tygerlilee