Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Faded Memories ❯ Part 2 ( Chapter 2 )
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By: Firestar 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.30.2001 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 445 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.30.2001 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 445 | Status: Work In Progress
Faded Memories: Part 2
Firestar
A/N: This contains blood, blindness, and hints at yaoi. Eventually, this story will become either a 2x1 or
1x2. If you don't know what that mean's, then you should look it up. Hope ya all like it, 'cause I've put some
time and thought into this one.
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing isn't mine and I'm not making any money off of this.
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Duo started as he felt the body in the bed he was supposed to be watching move. It was only a slight
movement, barely more than a twitch, but he knew what it meant. Heero was awake.
The injured pilot moved again, reaching a hand feebly up to his head. The questing fingers rested on the
bandage covering his eyes for a moment and then fell back to his side.
Duo reached out then, covering that hand gently with his own. "Hiya, Heero, how ya feelin'?" he asked
softly.
Heero turned his head slowly towards the sound of the normally cheerful pilot's voice.
Duo grinned weakly. "Stupid question, huh? But we've all been worried sick about ya. You were missing
for what seemed like forever and then you showed up in the hallway more'n half-dead and bleeding all
over the carpet."
Heero didn't respond. It didn't really suprise Duo. Heero just wasn't a talkative person. But it would have
been reassuring to get some kind of response, even an "omae o koruso" would have been welcome at
this point.
Duo was going to try again, but one of the doctors came in then, armed with a needle and some medication
for the bedridden pilot. He picked up Heero's arm, preparing to inject some more medicine into the IV there,
but as Heero felt the pressure on the needle taped to his arm, he surged up in bed, ripping his arm away.
He reached out to grab the doctor, catching him by the throat and wrenching the needle out of his hand.
Duo was on his feet in a moment, restraining Heero and freeing the doctor. He pinned Heero's body to the
bed, feeling concern that it took so little effort to stop his once unstoppable comrade.
"It's alright Heero, it's just a doctor. He wasn't gonna do anything to ya. Him and a couple of others have
been working with Sally to get you better. It's alright."
Finally Heero calmed, but still refused to let the doctor near him.
"What's wrong Heero? Why don't ya just let him help?" Duo was really starting to get worried. Heero had
been hurt many times, but he'd never had anything against doctors trying to fix him up.
Heero lay on the bed, trying to catch his breath from the effort even that short struggle had taken.
"No doctors. They don't come near me." The words came out roughly, rasping out of a throat obviously
hoarse and sore.
He reached over and pulled the IV from his arm. "No needles, either. No drugs."
"Heero, be reasonable. You're seriously injured. They'll help you heal." Duo was almost pleading with the
injured boy on the bed.
"NO!" Heero sat up with an effort and tried to swing his legs over the edge of the bed.
Duo reacted with alarm for Heero's wounds, fearing he'd tear open newly sutured flesh.
The Wing pilot managed to get his feet on the floor, but his knees collapsed when he tried to stand,
sending him crashing towards the carpet. Duo caught him just before he hit, scooping him into his arms
protectively.
Heero was too exhausted to even struggle and hung limply in Duo's grip. His breathing evened out slowly
and he faded into unconciousness once again. Duo placed him tenderly onto the bed, tucking the sheets
in securely.
The braided boy sat back tiredly into his chair besided the bed. "Oh Heero, what have they done to you?"
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**The Past**
A child slid through the chill shadows, becoming a part of them. Snow drifted down from cloud swollen
skies, landing softly on messy brown hair. The child, a boy, paid no attention to the flecks of white as he
concentrated on remaining quiet in the still night.
Not far to go now. It was a simple mission, a single assassination in an ill-protected home at a time when
the target's guard would be down.
The house was dark, with a single light showing in a room on the second floor. The boy paused for a moment,
remembering the layout of the building. He picked the lock of the front door easily and disabled the security
system.
He moved easily up the stairs, heading unerringly for the target's location. The man was seated at his desk
in his study, writing on a notepad. Piercing blue eyes regarded him for a moment as the man worked, still
unaware of another presence.
With a swift movement the boy drew his gun. Some small noise must have alerted the target because he
looked up then in suprise. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of such a young child holding onto
something so deadly.
He opened his mouth to say something, perhaps to question what was going on, but the boy squeezed the
trigger before he could make a sound. Once, twice, three times he pulled the trigger. There was no sound,
not from the man, the boy, or the silenced gun.
A noise sounded behind the boy then, causing him to whirl in alarm. Directly in front of him stood a girl
only a little younger than he. She ignored him completely, staring at the man slumped over the desk and
the pool of rapidly spreading crimson.
"Daddy? Daddy!"
The boy's eyes darkened as the girl ran over to her father, trying to shake him awake. Her hands and
nightdress darkened quickly with his blood and tears mingled with it on her face.
"Daddy, wake UP!"
He fled then, the girls sobs pushing him away.
He'd had a daddy once.
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He lay still in the bed, forcing himself to remain motionless as he heard footsteps coming towards him.
"Heero, it's time for your medication again." That was Sally. She was the only doctor who dared approach
him without the presence of the other pilots.
He'd fought as strongly as he could against letting them near him, but he'd been forced to give up when the
other pilots held him down. They'd kept on holding him down until Duo wrangled a promise from him allowing
Sally to do whatever she needed to without harming her.
Heero nearly lashed out when she touched his arm. Sally moved more silently than most, making it difficult
to sense what she was doing.
He felt the slight prick of a needle then and a giddiness as the drugs flowed though him. He could't take much
more of this, of being so helpless.
All he could do now was wait. Wait for his strength to return and for his body to heal. If ever it would.
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Duo stood in the doorway, watching Sally take care of Heero. It was heartbreaking to see the Wing pilot
so helpless.
Sally finished quickly, leaving the room with a small nod at Duo. He stayed where he was, not making a
sound. He didn't want Heero to know he was there. He watched silently as Heero lay there. After a few
moments a shaking hand rose and wandered up to the white bandages covering Heero's eyes. Slowly,
almost imperceptibly, his shoulders began to shake and if Duo looked closely, he could almost make
out what looked like a faint dampness staining the cloth.
The braided man ached to comfort his friend, but didn't dare let him know what he'd witnessed. All of Heero's
barriers would just slam back into place. Maybe, someday, Heero would open up to him, let him see his
sorrow and comfort him. All he could do now was wait.
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Heero sat quietly, propped up by pillows, as the bandages were unwound from around his head and eyes.
Finally, after two weeks of lying in bed, he felt cool air flowing against the newly exposed skin, but nothing
else changed. His world stayed dark.
His hands clenched involuntarily. The doctors had held out some hope that his eyes might heal and said
that he should know one way or the other today. Well, now he knew.
It had been maddening to sit back and let others take care of him. It was intolerable to be unable to see
and keep track of what was going on around him. For it to be permanent...
Heero still wasn't as strong as he'd once been, he could't take this much longer. His shields were already
beginning to shatter.
It made him a liability, a weakness that could be exploited. He was a target for anyone who wished to take
revenge on the pilots for their actions in the war. It was unacceptable.
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T he other four Gundam pilots gathered in the hall outside Heero's room.
Wufei looked glanced at his friends with reddened eyes. "Is there nothing we can do?"
Firestar
A/N: This contains blood, blindness, and hints at yaoi. Eventually, this story will become either a 2x1 or
1x2. If you don't know what that mean's, then you should look it up. Hope ya all like it, 'cause I've put some
time and thought into this one.
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing isn't mine and I'm not making any money off of this.
**************************************************
Duo started as he felt the body in the bed he was supposed to be watching move. It was only a slight
movement, barely more than a twitch, but he knew what it meant. Heero was awake.
The injured pilot moved again, reaching a hand feebly up to his head. The questing fingers rested on the
bandage covering his eyes for a moment and then fell back to his side.
Duo reached out then, covering that hand gently with his own. "Hiya, Heero, how ya feelin'?" he asked
softly.
Heero turned his head slowly towards the sound of the normally cheerful pilot's voice.
Duo grinned weakly. "Stupid question, huh? But we've all been worried sick about ya. You were missing
for what seemed like forever and then you showed up in the hallway more'n half-dead and bleeding all
over the carpet."
Heero didn't respond. It didn't really suprise Duo. Heero just wasn't a talkative person. But it would have
been reassuring to get some kind of response, even an "omae o koruso" would have been welcome at
this point.
Duo was going to try again, but one of the doctors came in then, armed with a needle and some medication
for the bedridden pilot. He picked up Heero's arm, preparing to inject some more medicine into the IV there,
but as Heero felt the pressure on the needle taped to his arm, he surged up in bed, ripping his arm away.
He reached out to grab the doctor, catching him by the throat and wrenching the needle out of his hand.
Duo was on his feet in a moment, restraining Heero and freeing the doctor. He pinned Heero's body to the
bed, feeling concern that it took so little effort to stop his once unstoppable comrade.
"It's alright Heero, it's just a doctor. He wasn't gonna do anything to ya. Him and a couple of others have
been working with Sally to get you better. It's alright."
Finally Heero calmed, but still refused to let the doctor near him.
"What's wrong Heero? Why don't ya just let him help?" Duo was really starting to get worried. Heero had
been hurt many times, but he'd never had anything against doctors trying to fix him up.
Heero lay on the bed, trying to catch his breath from the effort even that short struggle had taken.
"No doctors. They don't come near me." The words came out roughly, rasping out of a throat obviously
hoarse and sore.
He reached over and pulled the IV from his arm. "No needles, either. No drugs."
"Heero, be reasonable. You're seriously injured. They'll help you heal." Duo was almost pleading with the
injured boy on the bed.
"NO!" Heero sat up with an effort and tried to swing his legs over the edge of the bed.
Duo reacted with alarm for Heero's wounds, fearing he'd tear open newly sutured flesh.
The Wing pilot managed to get his feet on the floor, but his knees collapsed when he tried to stand,
sending him crashing towards the carpet. Duo caught him just before he hit, scooping him into his arms
protectively.
Heero was too exhausted to even struggle and hung limply in Duo's grip. His breathing evened out slowly
and he faded into unconciousness once again. Duo placed him tenderly onto the bed, tucking the sheets
in securely.
The braided boy sat back tiredly into his chair besided the bed. "Oh Heero, what have they done to you?"
******************************************
**The Past**
A child slid through the chill shadows, becoming a part of them. Snow drifted down from cloud swollen
skies, landing softly on messy brown hair. The child, a boy, paid no attention to the flecks of white as he
concentrated on remaining quiet in the still night.
Not far to go now. It was a simple mission, a single assassination in an ill-protected home at a time when
the target's guard would be down.
The house was dark, with a single light showing in a room on the second floor. The boy paused for a moment,
remembering the layout of the building. He picked the lock of the front door easily and disabled the security
system.
He moved easily up the stairs, heading unerringly for the target's location. The man was seated at his desk
in his study, writing on a notepad. Piercing blue eyes regarded him for a moment as the man worked, still
unaware of another presence.
With a swift movement the boy drew his gun. Some small noise must have alerted the target because he
looked up then in suprise. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of such a young child holding onto
something so deadly.
He opened his mouth to say something, perhaps to question what was going on, but the boy squeezed the
trigger before he could make a sound. Once, twice, three times he pulled the trigger. There was no sound,
not from the man, the boy, or the silenced gun.
A noise sounded behind the boy then, causing him to whirl in alarm. Directly in front of him stood a girl
only a little younger than he. She ignored him completely, staring at the man slumped over the desk and
the pool of rapidly spreading crimson.
"Daddy? Daddy!"
The boy's eyes darkened as the girl ran over to her father, trying to shake him awake. Her hands and
nightdress darkened quickly with his blood and tears mingled with it on her face.
"Daddy, wake UP!"
He fled then, the girls sobs pushing him away.
He'd had a daddy once.
********************************************
He lay still in the bed, forcing himself to remain motionless as he heard footsteps coming towards him.
"Heero, it's time for your medication again." That was Sally. She was the only doctor who dared approach
him without the presence of the other pilots.
He'd fought as strongly as he could against letting them near him, but he'd been forced to give up when the
other pilots held him down. They'd kept on holding him down until Duo wrangled a promise from him allowing
Sally to do whatever she needed to without harming her.
Heero nearly lashed out when she touched his arm. Sally moved more silently than most, making it difficult
to sense what she was doing.
He felt the slight prick of a needle then and a giddiness as the drugs flowed though him. He could't take much
more of this, of being so helpless.
All he could do now was wait. Wait for his strength to return and for his body to heal. If ever it would.
*******************************************
Duo stood in the doorway, watching Sally take care of Heero. It was heartbreaking to see the Wing pilot
so helpless.
Sally finished quickly, leaving the room with a small nod at Duo. He stayed where he was, not making a
sound. He didn't want Heero to know he was there. He watched silently as Heero lay there. After a few
moments a shaking hand rose and wandered up to the white bandages covering Heero's eyes. Slowly,
almost imperceptibly, his shoulders began to shake and if Duo looked closely, he could almost make
out what looked like a faint dampness staining the cloth.
The braided man ached to comfort his friend, but didn't dare let him know what he'd witnessed. All of Heero's
barriers would just slam back into place. Maybe, someday, Heero would open up to him, let him see his
sorrow and comfort him. All he could do now was wait.
****************************************
Heero sat quietly, propped up by pillows, as the bandages were unwound from around his head and eyes.
Finally, after two weeks of lying in bed, he felt cool air flowing against the newly exposed skin, but nothing
else changed. His world stayed dark.
His hands clenched involuntarily. The doctors had held out some hope that his eyes might heal and said
that he should know one way or the other today. Well, now he knew.
It had been maddening to sit back and let others take care of him. It was intolerable to be unable to see
and keep track of what was going on around him. For it to be permanent...
Heero still wasn't as strong as he'd once been, he could't take this much longer. His shields were already
beginning to shatter.
It made him a liability, a weakness that could be exploited. He was a target for anyone who wished to take
revenge on the pilots for their actions in the war. It was unacceptable.
*****************************************
T he other four Gundam pilots gathered in the hall outside Heero's room.
Wufei looked glanced at his friends with reddened eyes. "Is there nothing we can do?"