Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Call Came at 5:00 ❯ Heero ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: Gundam wing does not belong to me blah blah don't sue blah blah I own nothing blah blah…

Summary: The boys learn the war is over, and all deal with it in their own way. The first part is Heeros POV. Thus, this is how Heero reacts to the news.

The call came at 5:00 pm.

I had just entered the kitchen for dinner when it rang. I saw out of the corner of my eye Quatre jump slightly. That was understandable. We hardly ever get calls; the only ones that could possibly know would be Sally Po or the Doctors. Neither one calls us very often. We often discussed why we even had a phone, but in the end we'd always decide that it was just for emergencies. My own thought was that if we ever needed to use the phone the emergency was so bad it wouldn't matter anymore.

Duo entered the kitchen on the second ring. Looking at all of us just staring at the phone as if we'd never seen one before he laughed. Pushing past me he went and picked it up.

"Hello?" There was silence for a while. Then Duo nodded.

"Okay." He hung up. He then calmly went over and switched on the small black and white TV we had in the kitchen and switched it to the news. There was Relena, talking about peace again. I almost droned her speech out, but why would someone call us to tell us to listen for no good reason. I turned to Duo, who was leaning against the counter.

"Who called?"

"Sally." We all nodded. The black and white Relena spoke on.

"It has been a long and hard war. And now I pleased to announce that as a result of the peace meetings between White Fang, the colonies, and all Earth factions, we have all agreed to lay down our weapons and end the war. The war is over. I repeat, everyone, the war is over." We heard the clapping of the people who were there with her. Everyone in the kitchen silent. Wufei leaned over and switched the TV off. There was a moment of silence where no one seemed to be able to talk. It was broken by Duos laugh.

"So the war is over, huh? Never figured I'd live to see that." I could see the others nod. Quatre looked around.

"I always hoped it would come…but now that it has I admit I have no clue what to do." I shrugged.

"I think that's something we have to figure out on our own." They all nodded again. I looked around then turned to leave the kitchen. Quatre called out after me,

"Where are you going?"

"To figure things out on my own."

I heard the others make movement as they all left the kitchen too. I went into the room Duo and I shared, and laid down on my bed. Closing my eyes I though of what this meant. It meant that I was no longer called upon to fight. That meant I nothing to do anymore. And that made me…useless.

As I was reflecting Duo came in. I heard him go the closet. I opened my eyes to see him slinging on his jacket.

"Going somewhere?" He smiled.

"Yeah…gonna go celebrate by having some fun at the local bar. Wanna come?" I shook my head.

"I think I'll just lie here." Duo nodded and laughed.

"Yeah, I'll probably be doing a lot of that before the nights out. Anyway…see you later." With that and a small wave he was out the door. I heard him clomp down the stairs, call to the others that he was going out, and leave. I closed my eyes again and continued reflecting.

I was useless. There was no other way around it. I was made to fight, to kill. Raised by an assassin to become a gundam pilot. My entire life had been one of death. Death was my gift. Duo may call himself Shinigami, and perhaps he was. But I was the one that killed. I took life without a second glance and never gave a second thought to my own. A part of me had hoped that it would be the end of me.

But it never was.

I guess I was so used to Death that it refused to come near me. Perhaps I was a child of death, given life to take life. But that didn't matter now. My gift of death could no longer be used now that there was peace. And that meant I had no place in the world.

Useless.

The word kept repeating in my mind, perhaps because I accepted that I was.

Useless.

I had no future. I had nothing I could do with my life. I was 15 and already I had reached my retirement. There was nothing that could make my life better. I had no alternative life that I could lead. No home to go back to. No family. My only real "friends" were the other pilots, and there was really no way we would stay together after this.

Useless.

I don't know how long I lied there thinking, but I heard someone come up the stairs and go to their room. I suspected it was Wufei. Didn't really matter. He had some purpose. He had to stop injustice. I couldn't even to that. I was fighting for freedom, but was it really justice? I shook my head and got into a sitting position. An idea formed in my head.

I quietly made my way down the stairs. It helped that my bedroom was the closest to them. Without making a sound I made my way to the kitchen and back without alerting anyone to my presence. Quatre and Trowa seemed to be talking to each other on the couch. They were too wrapped up in their conversation to notice me. Probably for the best.

I got back to my room, which had a connecting bathroom. I entered it, and stood next to the sink. I help out the small knife I had gotten from the kitchen in one hand and turned my other one palm up and bent my hand back as to get at my wrist better. With a quick swipe I felt the pinpricks of pain. Looking down I saw that I had done a good job. A cut now ran from my wrist to halfway to my elbow. Blood was swelling and started to run off my arm. I stared at the cut. The knife felt heavy in my other hand as I watched the life run out of me. Looking at the blood I realized that the blood of killer was rising from my veins. And it was my life dripping onto the floor. I almost smiled. The killer was killing himself. How ironic.

I switched the knife to the other hand. I was about to make the second cut someone charged into the room and made straight for the bathroom. Which was where I was. I didn't think to move, to try and hide the fact that I was killing myself. But it was too soon before Duo came barreling into the bathroom and I could tell by the way he was acting, very drunk. He took one look at me, at the cut, at the knife, and merely said

"Oh."