Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ God's Will ❯ Halloween ( Chapter 3 )

GOD'S WILL

 

Chapter 3: Halloween

 

`Hey' whimpered a small voice. The bag of leaves turned around and revealed that it was a little girl no more than five years old. She had large blue-green eyes that were red and muddy from crying. Her pudgy cheeks were wet and splotchy from her tears. Her hair was hidden beneath the bag but little wisps of soft blond could be seen fluttering into her eyes every now and then.

“Uhm, what's wrong?” asked Heero finally after briefly observing the tiny crying figure. Her little mouth pushed out into a pout and her eyes crinkled and glazed over again as she suddenly took hold of his leg, barely reaching his thigh and began to blubber all over him. Heero was caught off guard and stood petrified although his features didn't display this feeling.

 

“I want my momma” the child wailed. Heero was still taken back but he took a deep breath and looked down at the clinging bag of leaves.

 

“I'm…uh….sure she'll come and find you” He offered but the little girl only whimpered in response.

 

`What the heck am I supposed to do with this kid? ...wait…What? she's blowing her nose on me…candy…kid's like candy', thought Heero

“Uhm, do you want some candy?” Heero asked inquisitively, not knowing what to do.

 

“Yes please” said the little tyke and her tears evaporated magically as a bright smile lit up her tear-streaked face. Heero pulled his captured leg away from the little girl, and then hurriedly went inside to get the bowl of candy from his front table. When he turned around he found the little girl sitting quite comfortably on his porch swing, her little legs too short to dangle over the side of the seat. He sighed, then went over to sit next to her and handed her the bowl.

 

“Maybe we'll see your mommy out here, when she passes by” he said.

 

“Yuh” the little girl nodded as she stuffed half a chocolate bar into her tiny mouth as quickly as she could.

 

“Hey, slow down little one” Heero smirked when she tried to stuff the other half in at the same time. “Eat that half first, nothing is going to happen to the rest of the candy.” The little girl flashed him a chocolate-covered smile (which I must say is plain nasty). By now her tears were completely dried up.

“What's your name?” Heero finally asked as time passed.

 

“Kaitlyn” she said `Katura Kaitlyn Barton-Winner”

 

“Uhm” Heero said “That's a mouthful for a little kid to say.”

The little girl turned to him and pouted.

 

“I'm not a little kid. I'm four years old and that's an awful lot. Apologise!” she said

Heero's ocean blue eyes gleamed with slight interest at the vigor of the little girl's reaction.

“Uhm, yes I do apologize” said Heero faintly smirking as he watched Kaitlyn open her fourth bar of chocolate. Something in the back of his mind told him that maybe she shouldn't be having so much candy at one time but she looked so happy that Heero couldn't pressure himself to stop her. Instead he let his mind drift in miscellaneous thoughts as he watched as more little kids passed along the street. Kaitlyn was just about to bite into the bar when she looked at the thinking Heero.

 

“Don't you want any mister?” she said and handed him the bar she had been about to eat. He shook his head.

“No” he murmered

 

Kaitlyn stared at him for a moment more as a thought occurred to her then shook head and dismissed the idea. She joined him in his staring at the passer-bys. A little girl somewhat older than Kaitlyn dressed as a fairy princess skipped by. Kaitlyn's little mouth began to quiver and jut out again.

“I wanted to be a princess today” she said and neglected the half eaten chocolate bar as she clung to Heero's arm tearfully.

 

“What happened?” asked Heero

Her little turquoise eyes lit up as she began to explain...

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One of the passer-bys caught my attention. A tall, young man with a slender almost delicate build stood out from the crowded moonlit streets. His dark mocha colored hair fell into a bang over one of his eyes while the other lay exposed to the world and seemed to scan the area as deliberately as I scanned him. One of his arms was folded across his mid-section while the other hung to his side holding a neon orange and black-stripped Halloween bag. He walked with an elegant graceful balance that few are capable of naturally. This in itself attracted my attention but there was something more… As he drew closer to my yard I took note of his attire; a close-fitting dark blue turtleneck pullover sweater, faded long blue jeans and a pair of low rise boots.

`Nothing special' I thought as the stranger continued to walk toward me but there was something startlingly familiar about him that I just couldn't place in my mind…

 

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By now little Kaitlyn realized that Heero wasn't listening to her and was paying attention to something else. She turned to look at what had drawn his attention. Her little eyes widened and a broad angelic smile lit up her features. She rested down the bowl of candy as she leapt from the swing and ran from the porch. Heero's eyes snapped to attention as he watched the little girl run to the stranger who dropped his bag and caught her in a swinging hug.

 

“Hey” he said gently with no expression on his face as the little girl begun to blubber again. He rubbed her back and held her delicately across his shoulder.

“There you are” he whispered to her in a soft tone “You ran off…”

 

“But you fell asleep on the bench again and I wouldn't have gotten any of the good candy if I waited.” She whined and motioned with her hands to express her dilemma.

 

“Hmh” said the brunette quietly and stared with a fierce yet gentle intensity into the little girl's turquoise eyes with his one visible peridot eye. She saw all the unspoken words of concern and anger he wanted to express but had chosen not to. Her head sadly drooped.

 

“I'm sorry” she murmured and reached her little hands to his face as a peace offering and tried to brush away his bang like always but with little success as he always moved his head to avoid her effort.

 

He turned to look at Heero, who by now was a little confused as he stood on his porch rigidly staring at the pair while many thoughts were passing through his mind. He and the stranger locked eyes for a moment that seemed to stretch into an eternity.

 

“Thank you for keeping her safe” said the stranger blandly, breaking the spell, “I hope that she wasn't too much trouble.”

 

Heero snapped out of his thoughts and nodded at the stranger dumbly. He found his voice as a thought occurred to him.

“Uhm” he began “But I thought her mother….”

 

The stranger stared at him for a moment then shook his head slowly and before he could say what he wanted Kaitlyn turned to Heero.

“No, mommy's not here yet.” She said and clung to the stranger tightly not offering any explanation for him.

Heero nodded to show that he understood.

 

“Hhm” said the stranger peaceably and nodded after a moment of awkward silence and began to walk away with Kaitlyn on my arm and the Halloween bag in the other. Kaitlyn whispered something to him that made him stop.

 

“I'm sorry” he said and backtracked. “My name is Trowa Barton and this is my…my Kaitlyn. And you are?”

“Heero, Heero Yuy” Heero stammered.

 

“Hmm…Then I'll see you around Mr. Yuy” he said and turned and walked away again…

 

======================Heero's POV=======================

 

I heard the little girl in the corner of my mind but something caught my eye. Everything about him was graceful or at least well-planned. The delicate way his lips moved, not exerting an ounce more energy than necessary to form those very few words he so economically had selected engulfed me in wonder. I doubt I heard a word he said although I'm sure I responded appropriately when necessary. His voice carried little emotion or variation yet it sounded melodious to my ear. I had heard that voice before…but I couldn't remember where. His visible eye, emerald mirrors of his soul, displayed little emotion also but I pried with my own soul and what I found there was a locked away tidal wave hidden behind an invisible impenetrable wall.

 

`A mask' I decided, `He was wearing a mask over his very soul' That very thought sparked an emotion in me, making me realize that I too was wearing one but was mine so obvious? Something about this entire concept and ordeal ignited a faded memory in my mind….five faces, hazy yet familiar…but this was a fleeting memory. Before I could focus on it, the memory was gone. But those five cloudy, familiar faces lingered in the corner of my mind…I didn't really notice when he was leaving but then I felt his presence returned again.

 

“Trowa Barton…” He was speaking again. I snapped my focus back to him fully. “…My Kaitlyn…” I noted that he didn't mention their relationship. Who was he? “…and you are?”

 

“Heero, Heero Yuy” I managed to say hesitantly. For a second I thought I saw a spark ignite in those emotionless orbs but I could be wrong…or could I….

 

“Hmh” he said, “Then I'll see you around Mr. Yuy.” He said after a moment and walked away with the little girl on one arm and his Halloween bag in the other. The little girl kept looking back at me as they went farther and farther down the street. In her now clear blue eyes, wait I was sure they had a hint of green before…but in those crystal-like eyes I saw pity, longing and somewhere in there, an underlying sadness.

 

I stared questioningly in silence and then waved slightly at her before they completely disappeared in the crowd. As I headed back inside I heard the gentle rumble of an approaching storm.

`A perfect ending for one of the worst occasions of the year' I thought and closed the front door.

 

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To Be Continued…

Author's Note: It has been a while.

Kix: Thank you for your review. It was a kind thing to do but I fear that I must disappoint you. This isn't a 1 x 5 fic. But I will consider doing one for you.

Davross: I wonder if I should just abort with the type of support I'm getting but a promise is a promise. Thank you for pointing out my over `descriptiveness'.

MomsDarkSecret: True. It is flowery, but it's all for a cause. I can assure you that most of my other work is not written in such a way…uhm actually it is…