Authors Notes: Well this is a type of sequel to Iron Youth, but my muse has run very far away from me so I didn't expand on this as much as I would have liked. I am hoping for comments from my readers to tell me what they think. It this fic becomes liked, I'll work on it some more, but I thought that it would be better to post it now than keep it on my hard drive forever!
Desolate Lives
Someone is near by. I can feel their presence in the room.
Shifting in the confines of my blanket prison, a moan escapes my lips. My nerves writhe with pain and my head throbs yet I will not let anyone know how badly off I am. Yet there is this strange fogginess, a silk cloud covering my entire mind. It could only mean I was drugged. Did OZ capture me? No, I answer my question. I remember warmth. I have not more time to mull over my questions when a voice answers them for me.
"Heero, can you hear me?" He sounds worried. "Heero, it's Duo. I brought you to Sally's office. You're safe. We had to administer some drugs, buddy, but they are gonna wear off soon." Funny how he does that. He always seems to read my mind.
I give an affirmative grunt and open my eyes. No surprise my vision is foggy too. I blink once, twice, to clear the picture in front of me. Duo stands above me smiling his jesters grin, but true concern is reflected in his eyes. Concern for me? I am supposed to die with the war. There should be no worries if I perish or harmed.
He helps me to sit up. We made eyes contact again and yet this time there was something there, in his eyes, that was unreadable to me. My thoughts are cut short.
"Gee Heero, you sure pulled a number on yourself this time. What were ya thinking this time baka? Ya know one of these days you are going to hit that self-destruct button and the Heero Yuy that we all know will be in itty bitty pieces all over. Quatre is worried sick ya know, an..." His incessant chatter. Another one of his masks to hide his real feelings from the world. I look at his face while he talks, smoothing out my blankets around me. He feels my eyes on him and looks up flashing a sweet smile at me. It is beautiful and arresting...wait, did I just say beautiful? Hn, they must have administered too much of the drug. "...the cockpit was damaged too, but nothing that isn't fixable. So Sally should be in here soon to check up on ya, so why don't you get some rest?"
"I'm not tired," I answer truthfully.
"Oh," his eyebrow quirks, "do you want me to go, cause I know I can get annoying and all, but I'll go..." I put my hand up to silence him, and it does. "No." I don't want him to go at all.
"Alright then. So how ya feeling? Anything ache?" I shake my head in the negative. "Well, that's good." A moment of silence resonates through the air. I stare at him. He is quite the picture of masculine beauty with the way his hair shines like a halo around his head even in the dim light and his perfect elfin features. Wait, I didn't just think that.
"Whatcha thinkin'?" I barely heard him say over the confusion in my head.
"About the peace time that is to come," I lie.
"Really?" he looks at me perplexed. "Never thought you were the type to look that far into the future, ya know with all your morbid death wishes." Hn, I guess he's right. I have never even thought about peacetime. I plan to die with the peace we are to attain. "Ya know," uh oh, I got him thinking now... "I was thinking, well, it's just that we are so wrapped up in this war, it doesn't really seem like, well, like peace will ever come. It seems the war will go on forever. Always the five pilots, battling against OZ and Romafeller. We fight so hard to attain peace for the colonies and the Earth, but does it really seem like it is coming?" He laughs at himself. "I know it might sound silly, but, I feel like that if peace time really came, that I would just have to do something unimaginable. Something, ya know, to make it worth all of our efforts. But then again, will we be able to fit back into society? I really think the war has ruined us. Oh, but look at me babbling on while your all injured and just woke up." He smiles at me again and gets up. "I'll be back. Gonna get Sally and you something to eat." I watch him as he bounds out the door.
What he had just said rung so true. The war has ruined us. A person like me would never be able to fit back in. Always jumpy and tense. I can hardly interact with the other pilots much less think of trying to get a normal job. I am a weapon of mass destruction just like Wing Zero. The world has no use for a weapon in a time of tranquility.
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