Heroes Chapter 1

moonkitty · Post by **moonkitty** » Sat Apr 27, 2002 2:24 am

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Heroes

 

"The opportunities for heroism are limited in this kind of world: the
most people can do is sometimes not be as weak as they've been at other
times."
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-Angus Wilson
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"An order came?I ran into the night, wondering why I smiled."
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-Excerpt from the poem Before Action, by Leon Gellert
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Chapter I- A Glimpse in the Night
 
A/N: I was supposed to reply to a challenge, but instead, the story that has
been brewing in my head for months finally spat itself onto paper. Wardove and I
were considering doing this one collaboratively, but that fell through, so now
here it is and I'm somewhat pleased with the results. Before you read, I must
warn you that this fic is an AU 1xR adventure/romance, and that is most
definitely rated R for language. Please consider this before you read.
Also, to people who read my stuff regularly, 'Hunger' is now being put on
hold as I write this fic, 'The Ward,' and 'Wandering.' Gomen ne!
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing, nor do I make any profit from this fic.
 
 
Zero was not an ordinary boy.
Indeed, to say that he spent his nights romping across town in costume and a
mask serving justice would most likely be rewarded with one free ticket to a
mental institution instead of a medal of heroism.
But Zero did not do this for honor. He could care less about any of those
things.
Zero was what most comic book junkies would dub, a 'superhero.'
The term 'superhero' hints at special, magical powers. This was, to some
point, somewhat true. Zero was powerful beyond the strength of a regular man,
and his mental faculties were more than enough to understand the criminals he
fought.
Zero was seventeen years old, and he had decided to take justice into his own
hands.
Justice is polluted. Justice is made impure by the corruptness of the people
distributing it. Justice, true justice, is so twisted and redefined in courts
and before judges, that it becomes too diluted to serve a purpose.
Zero's eyes narrowed as he watched the scene below play out before him. From
his perch on a warehouse roof above, he could observe the happenings of several
men beside a dock. He smirked with pleasure as he saw several crates of cargo
get pulled out upon the barnacle-encrusted boards of the pier.
The recipient of the goods, an overweight policeman, began discussing the
price.
Voices escalated. Zero saw his chance, and leapt cleanly to the ground with
the grace of a cat.
He made no sound.
His hand went to his belt, and he drew a knife, careful to hide its gleam
from the light of the moon. It took several more steps for him to reach the
crate, his eyes on the arguing men, his hand seeking out the lock.
Man, did he wish Shinigami had chosen not to take a night off.
He scowled at his luck, yet felt the stirrings of eagerness rise within him
at the thought of a confrontation.
Deftly, he returned the knife to its sheath and withdrew his gun. The firearm
was unregistered and custom-made. He tightened the silencer that had been
attached to the end, knowing that even it's repressing of the sound would be of
no use. He smiled as he watched the men fighting, then turned his attention back
to the crate.
It only took one shot, and, in a flurry of orange sparks, the lock fell from
the box, and the small sound echoed over the water, and Zero grimaced a the
sound of frightened screams from the box..
"What was that?!"
"You fuckin' double crosser! This was a fuckin' set-up!"
"Why would I want to double-cross you, Curly?!"
"Good question, officer, why don't you give me three
guesses?"
"We don't got no time to bicker, who in hell fired that shot?!"
Zero's attention returned to opening the crate. A henchman, attempted to
distract him, but he was back-fisted into next week. Zero had more important
things to worry about.
In one graceful movement, the cover was removed and thrown into the murky
bay. Zero rose a hand to his nose as the scent of human urine and feces pervaded
the air, seeping out of the box and into the night as four young eyes peered out
from the box, four girls, the oldest of whom could have been no more than
twelve.
Their eyes were questioning, but it was not the time for words. Zero's
attention was drawn back to the group of men approaching him, led by the two
dealers.
"Shit! It's one of those fucking pansies in tights!"
Heero narrowed his eyes.
He. Did. Not. Wear. Tights.
He fought his attackers efficiently, well aware of the fact that they were no
match for him. Six were down when the accident happened.
Zero did not allow for accidents.
However, luch must not have been with him as one of the rotted boards gave
way and plunged him into the polluted sea.
The water surrounded him, choked him. He calmed and realized retreat was his
only option. He kept himself below the surface and swam as fast as he could for
shore.
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"I don't see no movement, boss," a small, ratty man said warily as
he beamed his torch into the dark and hazy water.
"That probably wasn't enough to take him out, but we do not have any
time to search," a tall, skinny man said in a commanding tone. He was the
leader of the band of ruffians, and even though his words were slightly better
than his men's street talk, he was no gentleman, "At least the merchandise
wasn't harmed."
His gaze focused on the fat policeman, "This will come out of your
payment."
"Boss?" the ratty man asked.
"We'll move out." He looked at the unconscious bodies strewn out by
Zero's efficient attack, "Somebody?.clean up this mess," he waved
his hand in a cultured way, "the boss is expecting us, men."
 
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Zero pulled himself onto the sand of the beach exhaustedly, half drowned and
soaking wet in the chill autumn air. He rolled up his eyes as he heard the
scrape of boots on the dock overhead and sighed.
"Mission?failed," he sputtered.
"What? Who said that?" a voice called nervously from the gloom.
His eyes snapped open, and his hand flew to his face.
His mask! He lost his mask underwater!
There was a rustle in the darkness and a girl stepped forward, long blond
hair glinting in the pale moonlight, eyes wide with fear and curiosity.
He was too weak to move, he hypothesized, or perhaps he was mesmerized by
her.
Her hand reached out and brushed his face, alerting him to reality. He jerked
away and covered his face with a hand.
"Did you see?"
"What? What do you mean?"
"Did you see?" he repeated, his voice a fearsome growl.
She suddenly understood his query and nodded hesitantly, "Yes, I saw
your face. My name is Relena Darlian." She tilted up her chin to look at
him, "What's yours?"
"Tell no one," he growled, "Tell no one or I'll kill
you."
In a flurry of black, he was gone, leaving the mysterious girl all alone in
the dark.
 
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Zero never left loose ends.
The young superhero wondered vaguely if he was losing his touch.
But somehow, he couldn't kill the girl he met. Perhaps she reminded him of
visions of his own mother. Perhaps her face, so openly concerned-
He couldn't dwell on it.
He smiled to himself as he pulled himself up onto another rooftop.
He knew exactly what to do.
 
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Relena's eyes fluttered open slowly as she was awakened once again to the
drone of an alarm clock. She sighed and slammed the 'off' button, her expression
lax, her demeanor exhausted.
Her sleep that night had been, to say the least, rather restless.
She pulled on her clothes as if in a dream, and tried desperately to locate
in which moving box she had packed her backpack.
"Relena! Come down and eat already! You don't want to be late for your
first day of school!" called an angry voice from the kitchen.
"Yes, I do," Relena muttered grumpily, yanking out her backpack and
throwing a few essentials into it.
She grabbed a brush and the bag and pretended she hadn't noticed her unmade
bed.
When she finally showed up at the kitchen table a few moments later, she was
confronted with a very angry brother.
She sighed and held up the backpack, "See, Zechs? I'm all ready to go.
Don't blow your top, I have plenty of time."
"Then perhaps you should know that your clock is slow," Her brother
hissed, his hair neatly brushed and his suit freshly pressed, "You have ten
minutes to get to school. I suggest you run."
"Shit!"
And with that Relena was gone in a flash.
Zechs sighed at his younger sister and poured himself a cup of coffee. He
paused in this action as he sniffed the air.
Strange, he mused, I thought I smelled the sea.

 

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Relena's tennis shoes squeaked as she came to a halt in front of her homeroom
class. She stopped in front of the door and took a moment to compose herself.
The high-pitched whine of an ancient teacher penetrated the door.
"Petunia Wallace?"
"Here."
"Aaron Waters?"
"Yeah."
"Heero Yuy?"
"Hn."
"That's it for roll, class. I will now-"
It was at that moment that Relena chose to step into the class, hesitant and
embarrassed at her tardiness.
The teacher cocked an eyebrow, "Who are you?"
She smiled nervously and swallowed, "Relena Darlian, ma'am."
"You're late for the first day of school."
"My clock was slow, I'm very sorry."
The teacher was a dinosaur! Her hooked nose arched high up into the air, as
if she were avoiding the unpleasant smell of high school student. Her beady eyes
centered upon her first victim and she smiled thinly.
"Well, I suppose I'll have to let it slip. The only remaining seat is by
Heero Yuy. Please take that seat and take out your binder quietly, Miss
Darlian."
Relena looked over to the composed boy she was told to sit beside. His hair
was wild and untame, and his eyes were a vivid and intense shade of blue. When
she looked at him, it felt as if she were plunging into an icy blue ocean-
Ocean!
She looked back to the teacher nervously.
"Is there a problem, Miss Darlian, or are you just slow?"
"I'm sorry." Relena said carefully, "there's no problem."
She picked her way to the seat and settled herself to the boy she had met at
the pier, the boy who intended to take her life.
He ignored her completely.
She prayed that that was a good sign.

 

A/N: Why is Heero a superhero? Why was Relena at the beach so late at night?
What the heck is going on? Good questions, there will be some answers next
chapter.


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