Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Subjects of My Sanity ❯ Hidden Introductions: Part Two ( Chapter 2 )

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Gundam Wing Characters, and all that other good stuff.

Pairings: 1+2 soon, maybe more later… definitely will be more pairing later on like 3+4... just not for awhile.

Warning: Will be Yaoi in later chapters. Bad language. This chapter TALKS about: rape, death, devils and evil people. ^.^ One thing though: THIS IS NOT A DEATH FIC. The characters will not die… but that doesn't mean some other ~evil~ people wont die… haven't decided yet.

Authors Note: Woo… hope you liked the first chapter… cause here is the second part and the rest of our lovely subjects. Have you figured all five of them out? You should have by the time this chapter is done… since our fourth subject does wonderful introductions!

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Hidden Introductions Part two:

They Become Interested

~Subject Four~

I wonder what my voice sounds like now… it can no longer be what it was, the voice of a five year old. Though I can still remember what it sounded like clearly in my head, screaming at the mutilated body on the ground, screaming for my sister to wake up. My sister… she was like my mother… the one who raised me, fed me, showed me what 'manners' were.

She was also the one who taught me words… and how to use them… I think that is why I do not use them now. I mean… what is the point in using words if they were only meant to please a dead person? This voice is meaningless now that the person who taught me how to use it is dead! She's dead!

No matter how much I try, I can not erase the horrible image of my sister's mutilated body, her naked mutilated body… which told me one thing… she was raped… and that her killer was a man. They never found any fingerprints… they never found one piece of hair that could bring forth the killer. All they had was a child, the only witness, who has never spoken one word since, and refused to even speak to the police. Why? Because it was pointless, they weren't going to find the guy… not off my description.

I had walked in just as the… 'thing' was leaving. Just as he was uncovering himself from the lifeless lump of blood on the floor. It was a monster… with his hunched over back, blood spattered on its filthy body. His face… I could barely see, but I could tell that it had scars… maybe burn marks. To me at the time… it was not human.

So how were the police suppose to catch a demon? It was impossible… so I kept my mouth shut. I would just have to find it on my own… that was my little five year old self's goal. But, I've never seen anyone… anything… that resembles him at all… my mission was destined to fail.

But I still do not speak… I will not speak until I can go to my sister's grave… with news that her murderer was dead. She would not care for me to go otherwise… she would have wanted her life to be revenged in anyway possible. Yes, vengeance.

"Welcome son, sit down, sit down." I walked into the dusty little office that was suppose to be the Principles, a little surprised. I guess I had thought it would be different… it seemed… junky.

"Now, I understand your situation… but you are going to have a tough time here…" He paused slightly, probably in nervousness over my not responding behavior towards his words. My eyes were pinned to the tree outside the small window, trying hard to imagine myself anywhere 'but' here. "… I mean, with your non-talkativeness and all." I think that was suppose to be a joke, because he burst out into what I would assume was a 'manly laugh'.

Freshman year… I had made it to high school. Though I still don't know just 'how' I had managed it without speaking. The teachers had a hell of a time figuring out that I would 'never' answer a question when called on. Though… they always made exceptions for me… because I was always their top student.

Once, I heard a teacher talking, saying how sad it was to have a genius of a boy who could not express himself with words. Their all stupid… they have no idea what they are talking about.

Which brings up my favorite point, talking is meaningless. If I could get by without it… then there was really no reason for it, now was there?

I've learned a great deal from not using my voice as others would… I can listen. Not like you think… over the years I learned that I was able to hear, and understand, everything that goes on in the classroom. Ten people could be talking at once and I could catch and process it all in my brain. The sound waves of a whisper cant be heard all that well, but for some reason, I know what the people are saying… maybe I can read lips?

"Trowa Barton." My first hour teachers sharp voice brought me out of my thoughts. She was doing role call, but my hand was just fine where it was so I didn't really feel like raising it. Plus, she probably already knew who I was, anyway.

Yup, she already knew who the voiceless boy was. Everyone 'always' knew who I was, it was good for gossip. Dragging her short fat frame, the teacher hunched angrily over to my desk. Ok, so I lied. She was actually tall and thin. Surprisingly attractive for a teacher.

Her eyebrows raised as her dark eyes met mine. "Mr. Barton?" I shook my head, silently telling her that I was not Mr. Barton. She rolled her eyes. "I would advise you to at least raise your hand to acknowledge your presence if you are so unwilling to use your perfectly good vocals." She snapped, walking to where she could lean over the metal desk and stare straight at me. I wonder if she was purposely trying to sound like some high class intelligent lady. Whatever she was doing it was 'definitely' not getting through my thick skull.

I put up with this every year. Every new teacher I get thinks that they can 'break' me…. or they would like to say 'fix' me. I am not some toy that they can play with… and they will learn that soon enough, after the conclusion comes out to be that I will never change for them. I will never see them as anything other than a teacher, someone who feeds off the stupidity of their students, thrives off feeling 'smarter' than the mass of bodies in the room.

"Wufei Chang?" Was the next on the list for roll call after some girl named Dorothy, who was sitting next to me. My eyes flick slightly to the left, getting a good look at the small Chinese boy and I studied his features to store in my head in case of later use. His hand only raised half way, telling me he was definitely not a promising student. His clothes also said something about him… poor… dirty. I did not feel sorry for him though, I never do. They can feel sorry for themselves if they wish, but no one will ever get 'my' sympathy.

There seemed to be some very interesting students in my class this year, especially as I heard the woman call, "Treize… uh.. Khushrenada." A long thin hand shot out into the air and I could see the owner clearly, a tall student whom held his chin out high in what I assumed was self pride. I would have laughed, if I remembered how, as he winked at the teacher. The poor woman's eyes widened and she had to turn away in order to hide the appearing blush on her cheeks. I made a mental note to classify one Treize Khushrenada as a 'flirt.'

"Duo Maxwell." The teacher called after recovering her calm. A very energetic boy stood, flashing his big smile at the lady while attempting to bow and introduce himself thoroughly to the class. Some girls giggled at his odd behavior… I decided to classify him as the class clown. There always seemed to be one of him in every class, now wasn't there? What was odd about him was his extremely long hair, braided tightly behind him. His black clothes reminded me of the Chinese boy, but this person you could tell was well groomed.

"Z… uh Zechs… umm Mar…"

"Zechs Merquise, my lady." A tall blond stood, his long hair swaying slightly behind him. Interesting, I think long hair in men was popular these days…

"Thank you Mr. Mar… Merquise." The teacher stuttered, looking flustered from her mistake before calling, "Lucrenzia Noin."

What was with everyone and standing up? Weren't you only suppose to raise your hand? Anyway, this Noin girl stood and her dark eyes bore into the teacher seriously, "Yes, ma'am?"

Well, this was too much for the poor teacher… she couldn't seem to figure out what to say. "Uh, Noin, this is role call… saying… saying you are present will be enough… pay attention next time…"

"Yes, ma'am." And that was all that was said from Ms. Noin for the rest of the hour. I decided to classify her as an Army Brat.

A blond girl named Relena Peacecraft was next on the evil list of freshman names. She, like all the others, stood… but her focus wasn't on the teacher… nor on the majority of the students. No, her gaze was on a Japanese kid sitting in the back, his eyes closed, ignoring everything around him.

"Yes, I am Relena Peacecraft." She stated. I could see the disappointment fill her eyes as she sat back down, knowing that her attempts to catch the eye of the Japanese boy were futile.

An attractive looking girl name Sally raised her hand shyly as her name was called. I noted how her eyes would dart around her surroundings nervously and how she would jump slightly as someone near her spoke. Interesting… but I didn't dwell too much on her behavior. After one Hilde Schbeiker… there was actually someone who captured my interest… which is a big compliment seeing as I rarely acknowledge anyone.

"Qua… Kua.. Ka…"

"Quatre Winner." A soft voice said from the back. My head had to tilt a little to the side in order for me to fully take in the boys appearance. A short blond boy sat, eyes looking to the teacher almost like he was bored with her. I don't know why I was a little taken aback by him… maybe it was because his head turned slightly and he looked straight at me, bright blue eyes widening in question. Damn, I had been caught staring, but to my surprise he just smiled at me before turning back to half listen to the teacher. I could clearly see in his body language that he was uninterested in his surroundings. And for some reason, I could not think of what to classify him as.

"Heero Yuy." Was the last on the list. His name was spoken and I automatically looked to the Peacecraft girl to take in her dreamy smile. The slightly built Japanese boy just nodded his head, eyes finally opening to show his cold dark blue ones. They stared at the teacher… well, more like glared at the teacher like she had interrupted his nice nap. This… was definitely the classes problem child.

I mentally smirked, my outer appearance showing nothing of my amusement, this was going to be a very interesting year.

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~Subject Five~

I cannot see their good. I can only feel their bad. The horrible nature of people is clear to me, I know what they can do, what they will do with themselves, they are all horrible. Everyone is born evil, and I can only see them as that.

I am cold. Because of my hate for others. Don't get me wrong… I'm not stuck up over myself, I think I hate myself more than anyone. So why cant I just be like others? Make friends and go on living knowing that at one point I will turn into the evil that we all become. Because I don't know how. I don't know how to stop this hatred of others… stop picking out the flaws that people possess. My eyes are blind to good… only seeing the bad.

Perhaps I am a devil.

Shit. Its freezing. I would rub my arms down my sides enthusiastically trying to warm myself up, but I can not bring myself to do it. I can not bring myself to do anything in front of these horrible people. What if they were to look at me… look at me and see the person that I really am? To look inside of me like I do them. To see the puppy killer…

Yes, I killed a poor innocent puppy once. The cute little bundle sleeping, minding its own business on the side of the road. That was when I first noticed the sinfulness inside of me, the natural killer I was suppose to become. My father was one, my mother was his accomplice, so why not pass the genes down to the son who wishes he hadn't been born from these people?

But that is life, you have no say in the choosing of what you will become, right? Shit, I am going to be a killer… so who should my first victim be? Maybe I should slit the throat of that blond girl who keeps staring at me. Or cut her eyes out to teach her a lesson?

I cringed.

Thinking about that is painful. I know I shouldn't fight the scared feeling inside of me, because I have no say in the matter of whether or not I will be a murderer. It was destined, like we are all destined to die. I don't know how I know… I don't really care… but it all started with that puppy.

The dark blood, I can still see it as it was, slowly drying on my hands. The knife that I used, dropped in shock to the floor. The whimper of the dog, laying there, on the ground slowly dying away.

I knew then. I am a born murderer.

Even the orphanage where I live, people talk. That's where I learned that my father had killed thirteen people. Thirteen people before bearing his only son. Such an unlucky number, huh? To be born after the deaths of those people… to be the outcome of such a mass murder. He was executed soon enough though, to pay for his crimes. Along with my mother, she died in some prison brawl while doing time.

And do you know what I think of all this? I am happy that they are dead. So that I do not have to ever meet them, so that I will never have to leave the safety of my orphanage. Is it wrong for me to like someone's death? I think it would be… but not for me, a murderer doesn't mind death… so I shouldn't mind it… I shouldn't mind…

"Don't touch, don't touch!" My eyes rose from their position staring at the lunchroom table, to the boy yelling across the room. His hands were waving madly in front of him to fend off the attacks against his… hair? "No one touches my braid!" He whined, rubbing the brown piece of hair softly and bringing it up to his lips to whisper something to the lifeless object.

Weird.

This boy was strange.

Didn't he know that he was causing people to look at him? Didn't he know that his loud voice could be heard throughout the whole cafeteria? Why doesn't he mind being looked at… why doesn't he seemed bothered by the whispers… whispers calling him a freak for having such long hair.

He must be stupid.

That was the only explanation I could think of. There was no way that the stares he was getting wouldn't bother him… it wasn't possible, yet he didn't even seem to notice… he must be dumb. Dumb to not realize the annoyed glances…

Why am I even analyzing this?

Why do I even care what happens to a boy across the room?

Because he is strange…. he is weird… I cant help but find him fascinating.

My eyes widened on their spot on the table as the word 'fascinating' played around in my skull. I had never found someone to be interested in… that was just not me.

No… I am not fascinated with him… I am not… I am not.

Yes I am.

Shit, I hate my brain sometimes. My stupid mind that thinks things for me… tells me things, makes me feel foreign emotions… the emotions I don't want.

Curiosity. That was new… I was curious as to what made this boy tick.

Funny, I hadn't called many people evil today… hmmm oh wait, I did call that Relena girl a freak in my head, that counts as evil, yes?

Yes, that boy is also a freak… he is evil.

Evil.

I should not associate with him.

Why am I telling myself this? I had no plan to associate anyway, right?

Right?

Shit, I just wish my brain would stop working… stop functioning… shut down so I would become a vegetable. Hmm… how could I turn into a vegetable… drown and kill blood cells? No… maybe I should sleep in a car when the temperature outside is over a hundred. But, that is a whole year away, summer that is.

"Heero?" I look up from the brown stain on the lunchroom table to see none other than Ms. Stare at me Peacecraft standing beside me. Shit, I had let my defenses down in my moment of thinking… stupid brain, stupid head.

"Heero, I was wondering if you…" I didn't hear the rest of what she said, I didn't want to. My feet picked me up from my position and ran me over to the door.

'Run away!' My head yelled. My legs, taking the hint, pushed through the door and I was now successfully free from all evil presences of the stuck up rich girls.

Evil, that was what she was. I don't want to be around such an obliviously 'evil' person such as her. It was quite obvious, with the dead animal hanging from her shoulder, skinned and wrapped to form a nice matching purse for her high heeled shoes.

I was almost free of the loud noises coming from the food distribution room, when I bumped into something… or someone, for the 'thing' my body had crashed into made a loud 'oof' sound. The sound you make when the air is knocked out of your lunges and you clutch your stomach to stop the annoying pain. Yeah, something like that.

"Fuck, elbowed me right in the stomach!" I didn't even have to raise my eyes to the voice to see who it belonged to. I already figured it out by the volume intensity of it.

Violet eyes looked up to me angrily from his position on the floor. Braid swinging back and forth as he stood up, brushing the imaginary dirt from his pants. It was the hair care boy, the one who had a problem with people touching his braid.

"Hn." Was the only reply I would give as I turned my back, picking up my speed from before in order to lose the strange braided boy. I could faintly make out the angry curse the boy gave to my retreating back, not that I really cared that he was calling me a 'fucking bastard'… right?

Shit. This was definitely not my day. Well, what can you expect a first day of your 'freshman year' to be like?

TBC.

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That concludes our introductions! Ok… so if you narrow it down, you should be able to figure out who subject one is… *cough* hopefully. Anyways, the next chapter should have more on subject one… heh. Please Review! Tell me what you like/disliked… anything ya want to comment on. Onegai?