Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ God's Will ❯ Waking Up ( Chapter 1 )

Author's Note: This fic is dedicated to two of my good friends Net and Vana-Chan. Net you asked me to do a serious descriptive piece and Vana, I know you like country music. So this wonderful…ahem…fic is for you both. I miss you guys. Tell mum, `HI' for me…

 

Disclaimer's Note: I don't own Gundam Wing, it's characters or anything pertaining to animation, manga, blah, blah, blah Some other genius owns the lot and is making big bucks off the deal. No matter… I will live…. Don't own God's Will, which was sung by Martina McBride either…

 

Note: This is not really a songfic but ideas are drawn from the song `God's Will' by Martina McBride.

 

 

Chapter 1: Waking Up

His unruly burnt sienna colored hair lay limp against the stark whiteness of the pillow that cushioned his head. He lay there, momentarily aware of his surroundings as his marble blue eyes gazed nonchalantly at the bland whiteness of the ceiling. Where was he, was his primary thought. He tried to get up but discovered that his limbs were bound.

 

His crystal eyes surveyed the room but to no avail. An unnatural sleepiness began to overcome him again but he had to fight it…whatever it was. He began to be aware of a nauseating, sterile smell in the atmosphere that caused his stomach to turn…the smell of a hospital…Slowly his hearing kicked in and he began to hear voices, monotonous and distorted in the distance. His tiring sapphire eyes searched for the origin of the voices. They finally settled on the sources and he found it to be two…no three persons well camouflaged against the white walls. Their faces were just a blur in his eyes, thus proving that he was losing this battle to maintain consciousness.

 

“They are sedated” he heard the first voice say nervously

 

`They? There were others….' His broken mind deciphered.

 

“The wars are over now. We have no need of them. What do we do now?” another said in a more quiet collected voice.

 

“Set them free, they've done what was required…” a baritone-like voice said.

 

“But they are unstable, they won't survive,” the nervous voice objected

 

“There is simply nothing left to do…” said the quiet voice

 

“Yes, I do agree. Set them free and…hmh…and let's show them some kindness... after what we did to them…” said the baritone

 

“Hmh, I…I suppose it would be cruel to let them remember…” said the nervous one.

 

The russet haired boy lay there in slight confusion as the voices trailed off when his hearing dulled again. He tried to make sense of what he had just heard.

 

`Wars? What wars? What had these people done…' he began but his mind began to numb and soon nothing was making sense.

With great difficulty, he turned his head to the side, to gaze at the last thing he felt he'd ever see before the darkness engulfed him once more. What he saw, he couldn't quite make out but his impaired vision slowly cleared. To his astonishment he beheld a startling emerald gaze that pierced his soul and seared his heart. Those enchanting eyes reached out from beneath rich cocoa brown bangs that belonged to a face that he felt must've contained an overpowering beauty at one point in time but was now forced to be just as senseless, numb, and emotionless as his. But those eyes, like perfect green diamonds, alive, wild, screaming, beautiful were drowning with emotion beneath the cloudy haze that desperately tried to overshadow them.

 

He turned his head away, unable to withstand the enigma and desire he saw in the eyes of the banged boy. As his head turned in the opposite direction, his eyes met upon another wonder. Another young boy, familiar, ever so familiar, lay across from him. This boy's eyes were closed, as he seemed to have given in to the fitful sleep that he himself was so desperately fighting. The boy's face was unnaturally hollow and pale yet a shining radiance stole through his unlikely exterior. His sunbeam gold hair had maintained its natural beauty as it lay in soft floating wavelets that moved delicately in the slight breeze that was present in the room. A divine glow surrounded him as he slumbered.

 

The mahogany haired boy cast his eyes away from the godly creation that lay feet away from him. He could not overcome the beauty and innocence he found in his features. He was surrounded by angels. His own sky-blue ornaments began to overflow with empathy.

 

`How could two such heavenly beings be forced to be confined in a prison as this?' his heart pleaded.

 

He turned his eyes to the stark ceiling once more, unable to comprehend. As his needless tears flowed the darkness crept up to claim him again. The monotonous voices could still be heard. His world began to spin faster and faster as the darkness drew near. Just a blur in his eyes… The last words he could decipher were…

“Let them be normal for as long as they can…”

 

 

 

Heero woke up with a start. His dark brown locs were pasted to his forehead and neck due to his excessive perspiration that night. He felt the back of his neck nervously as he sat up in his twin sized bed with one leg pulled to his chest while the other hung over the side of the bed.

 

`The same dream' he thought. He'd been having the same dream almost every night for as long as he could remember. This dream was not a nightmare yet it greatly bothered him. Deep down he felt that maybe it wasn't a dream. Maybe it was a memory, he just couldn't or at least didn't want to remember…

 

He sighed and looked out his bedroom window at the late Harvest Moon. The alarm clock showed that it was no later than 4 a.m. He sighed again knowing that wasn't going to fall asleep again that morning. He got up from his bed and pushed his feet into his plush blue slippers. He trudged down the stairs; only the emptiness and quietness greeted him from below.

He found his way to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. It was practically empty.

 

`I'll have to go the store later today' he thought.

 

He found a carton of half eaten, rocky road ice cream pushed away in a corner of the freezer. He got out a spoon and went to the living room to eat it. He found a comfortable position on the couch and pulled his legs up to his chest. With each soothing spoonful, he felt his anguish melt away.

 

Suddenly a spasm of loneliness swept over him. This feeling always came ever so often, particularly after his reoccurring dreams. Tears began to form at the corner of his eyes but he blinked them away and doused it with yet another scoop full of ice cream.

 

“Sometimes to be lonely is to be lost” he murmured to himself. He put the empty carton of ice-cream aside and spread himself out on the couch. He switched the television on to watch the early morning cartoons that kept his company many a sleepless night.

 

Gradually he fell asleep with the remote held limply in his hand before he realized it.

 

====================The next morning==================

 

Heero awoke to the chime of the mailman's bicycle as he dropped off the morning mail. Heero stretched and yawned as turned off the television. He went to the front door to retrieve the mail and newspaper.

 

`It must be well after 10 `o' clock if the mail has already come' he thought to himself as he opened the front door. `Maybe I should go to the store now.'

 

He rested the mail and paper down on the front table as he closed the front door then went upstairs to change.

 

====================15 minutes later=====================

 

Heero was dressed modestly in a pair of stonewash blue jeans and a light weight forest green jacket over a plain white t-shirt as he set out from his house. Even so he felt the hawk-like stares of his neighbours and other passing people. It was mid-autumn and the air was beginning to get a bit cool. Heero walked in silence as he tried to appreciate the wonders of nature around him.

“Even the trees know when to give up” he murmured.

 

`In order to survive to see another year, they realize that they must give up even those that are most important to them.' He thought as leaves ranging from golden-orange to a crisp crimson fell all around him from the proud oaks and maple trees that lined the streets.

 

He watched amusedly as little tykes and even older children played care-freely in the fallen leaves. Their laughter and gaiety followed him all the way to the store; calming his soul.

 

=========================At the store=====================

 

The grocery store's door chimed as Heero pushed it open.

 

“Good morn…” began the store owner cheerfully but cut himself short when he realizes that his new customer was Heero. Heero nodded in acknowledgement as he passed the glaring storeowner. He quickly walked through the aisles as he picked up what he needed. He came to the refrigerated aisle and was about to select the last carton of milk when he realized that someone else was reaching for the same carton. He turned his head and saw that it was a freckled face little boy of no more than eight years old.

 

“Sorry” said Heero “You take it.” The boy grinned.

 

“Thanks mister” he said and reached for the carton again. Suddenly they both heard a high pitched shriek.

 

“MICHAEL!!!” A dark haired woman in her early thirties dashed down the aisle and grabbed the little boy. “I've been looking for you” she said shaking the startled little boy. She turned to Heero and was about to say something to him but stopped. Her eyes widened noticeably as she turned back to her son.

 

“Uhm, let's go now” she said raspily and dragged the little boy behind her as she dashed from the aisle. Heero stared after the pair, then shook his head and sighed annoyedly. He took the last carton of milk then headed to the check out booth to ring up his purchases.

 

The cashier was a ditzy-romance-novel-reading-blond-type ( no offense to those whom this describes) with lifeless dull blue eyes and who was popping a bright pink bubble gum every few seconds quite annoyingly. She barely glanced at Heero as she tallied up his purchases.

 

“29.50” she said and finally looked up at Heero. Her dull eyes sparked with life momentarily and her hand shook when he handed her a straight fifty-dollar bill. She hurriedly handed him his change and as a result dropped the coins.

 

“S-sorry” she mumbled under her breath. Heero nodded and carefully picked up the loose change, then left the store.

He breathed a sigh of relief as soon as he got outside and felt the tension evaporate from him. He began to head to his house but he felt like going for a walk before he retired to the emptiness of his home. He didn't have any place he wanted to go particularly in mind, so he let his instincts guide him.

 

Ten minutes later he found himself in the local community park. He didn't know why his instincts led him there, especially since it was crowded and he tried to avoid crowds. He sighed then forced himself to journey on anyway. He admired the sparsely blossom littered stone footpaths that branched throughout the entire park.

 

`The sakuras haven't given up yet' he smiled thoughtfully seeing as the great trees were still fully clothed.

 

“Maybe in a few days when the weather becomes cooler,” he murmured to himself as he passed couples and families sitting on the park benches and grass, some cuddling others just talking and laughing. Some people just walked by too absorbed in their own worlds to notice the beautiful coffee haired boy.

 

All the same, he felt that nagging pang of loneliness that he'd come to live with. On one bench his fleeting attention could not waver. He noticed a tall lean limbed man lying asleep on one of the park benches. This in itself was not odd, since many homeless people stayed in the park sometimes. But this person was different. Something about him drew Heero to him. As if in slow motion, as Heero passed, he thought he saw the man's eyes flutter open briefly and a flash of green escape from beneath the tired lids. But then again, Heero blinked and the man was asleep again. Heero didn't know what to make of it, so he continued his walk.

 

To Be continued…

 

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Note: O yeh, srry I haven't updated my other fic, `The Black Cat Never dies' but I'm getting to that. Besides you ppl didn't give me any ideas like I asked you to. O well, I'll figure out something. For those who don't know this fic, it's a Cowboy Bebop story that is centered around Faye Valentine's enigmatic past. Anyway, I'm tired now. I have a bad case of the flu and my mum, being a nurse doesn't want me to do anything strenuous, so don't expect updates on either story too soon. But I will try, so there. Chat later! ^_~