past destruction, future rebirth chp 6 part 2

[valkyrie skye]

Past Destruction, Future Rebirth
By Valkyrie Skye

Act 1: El soldado eternal: Heero Yuy story
Chapter 6: Growing Pains, part 2

August 29 AC189
ESC1019 colony cluster of L1

It was long, but he now weighted in at 80 pounds. He stayed at sick bay since that day Dr. J opened his eyes and from there he was fed 4 times a day and was bathed constantly. He had access to a bathroom next to his bed and was dressed in a clean gown everyday. When the medical assistant took his third meal he was left with a pad and a pencil to pass the time. Pilot 01 took the pencil and poised it above the paper thinking thoughtfully what to write. The thoughts were in his head and as much as he didn?t want to write it, he felt himself giving in to the defeating thoughts because it was so much easier than to fight them.

The first he wrote down was ?Endurance was in the mind.? And when he wrote that, he felt the memory of Odin and Frieda fading from his mind.

He urged himself to continue with the second thought ?Emotions are faulty?. He then felt tears roll down his eyes but disregard them as folly and ignored the hot, salty tears.

The last he wrote were ?Women are fuck-worthy? and at that, he felt he had let go of something in his heart and mind. Something that kept him in balanced all his life and was gone in an instant. At that same time, he felt like he also lost that weakling that was in that cell and in that bed receiving electric punishment.

Thinking about that, was it punishment? It made him see the truth of emotions and the power of ignorance. It made him see that ignorance could make him invincible and knowing that strength is a valuable quality, then it could not be punishment. It?ll make him into an effective solider. He will achieve all his goals.

Everything that happened, Pilot 01 realized now for what it was. It was not a punishment. It was a privilege.

Later, when Pilot 01 was sleeping, Dr. J?s assistant took the pad and brought it to Dr. J. Looking upon what the child wrote, he smiled.

The old man won. Dr. J had finally gotten into Pilot 01?s head.

*~*~*~*
The next day after breakfast, Dr. J and his assistant was in the medical room with Pilot 01. After doing the necessary checkups, Dr. J smiled at the boy ?You?re doing nicely. How are you feeling??

?Better.?

?Splendid. Then we?ll begin then.? He turned and Pilot 01 froze.

?Begin what?? the pilot asked, he mind going into an overdrive of fear and questioning.

Dr. J chuckled ?Nothing too serious, I assure you.? He said, holding a vial and sticking a long needle within the protected top withdrawing a clear fluid from the inside, ?Remember what I said about endurance and about you not lasting for more than 10 seconds against the beatings from my boys??

?Yes.?

He stayed silent for a brief moment before taking the needle out of the vial, its chamber full of the clear liquid, before he said ?Well, while endurance is indeed, in the mind, it is also a physical aspect. As I said before, you healed in the normal rate of a human being, 6-8 weeks. This thing here will help you get back on your feet a little more quicker; your shoulder, please.?

Pilot 01 leaned forward and gave the old man his shoulder. He felt the cold wetness of the alcohol pad rubbed on his shoulder and shortly after, he felt the long, thing metal pierced into his soft flesh. The pilot held back his sign of pain and only grunted, hoping to not show any weakness. It reached in deep and let forth the fluid into his blood stream. When it was pulled out, he sat back and looked at the doctor, who was properly disposing the needle in a biohazard trash box. The doctor looked up at the young man?s eyes ?Yes??

?You didn?t tell me what exactly it suppose to do. I don?t understand what you said earlier. What do you mean by getting on my feet quicker??

Dr. J nodded ?Well, what I just administered was a serum. The STI-119 is an enhancer I created, which speeds up the process of healing by accelerating the response time of the white blood cells. Faster cells means faster clotting which mean faster healing. It also helps speeds the process of repairing your bones by more than half.?

?119? What happened to the rest of the 118??

?Trial and error with 118 test subjects. But I had nothing wrong with this one, so you needn?t worry about this. However, I do need to see how this works so you need to meet with my boys again.?

Pilot 01?s stomach dropped ?again??

?Yes. But this time, you?ll know when its coming.?

True to his word, Dr. J sent the pilot to a room where he waited a few minutes until the group of men came in. They surrounded him and began the process of beating him once again. When all was over and the pilot woke once again from unconsciousness, he gazed at the familiar white ceiling of sick bay. He waited a short while before bringing himself up coming face to face with Dr. J sitting next to his bed. The doctor grinned, ?Welcome back. Do you know what day is it today??

Pilot 01 shook his head

The Doctor pointed to the calendar far across the room. Pilot 01 squinted to see until the vision became clear to him. It was September 5. Pilot 01?s eyes widen and turned to the doctor. ?You had 12 broken bones, severe lacerations, and a punctured lung. All this, and you healed in the matter of one week.? He said; his lips fashioned into a grin, ?How do you feel??

Pilot 01 looked at his hands in disbelief, healed and whole. He flexed his fingers and felt the muscles working smoothly. In a quiet voice, he said, ?I feel? I feel. Fine.?

?Fine??

The boy nodded, ?fine?

And he did feel fine, In fact, he never felt better. Injections of the serum happen bi-monthly until his body happened to make it more permanent. First it was two weeks per month then one week, and then every so often until he was 12 when he stopped receiving injections. In between those times, he had various sorts of training. There were further desensitized training in the forms of snuff films and actual executions. Being with Odin, that didn?t quite move him. At the age of 10, there was a period of months when Dr. J set him out in an undisclosed area of L1 where he had to scour his own food and survive on his own without the assistance of anyone but himself. That mission was as followed; find your way back to the hangar without being noticed from Dr. J?s covert agents on your own from an unknown location. He survived through the cold and the hunger and the sleepless nights on the streets until he found his way back to the hangar, undetected and alive.

At the age of 13, he walked into another part of the hangar where some of the men congregate to fist fight for the sake of passing time. The smell of sweat, beer, and blood hung heavily in the air. He watched as the two men; one a technician and the other, Dr. J?s personal hired gun, the very same man that initiated the beatings when Pilot 01 was younger, savagely punching each other while the crowd cheered for every brutal swing. The technician, a youngish 20 something, act on the mistake of pulling back for a mere 7 seconds, quickly analyzing the next course of action. It was enough time for the other man to repeatedly punch the technician along the head and chest. The blows finally took its toll and the technician fell to the ground in a loud thump.

They all cheered, loud, throaty exclamations of joy rising through the room. Many exchanged money from angered people; other shared laughing delight over the spectacle. Some people came out from the crowd and dragged the unconscious body away. The winner felt the cold glare coming from the crowd and turned to see the bitter, Prussian eyes of Pilot 01 upon him. He smirked and it?s something Pilot 01 can never forget. The crowd eventually died down and turns to stare at the young man who stood ever silent against the deafening silence. The winner expanded his smirk to a grin ?well, look who just stepped in. It?s our savior. My, hasn?t he grown?? and to this, they all laughed. But Pilot 01 stood against them, his glare, not wavering. ?It seems you getting to be a big, strong man. Well, then?? Then stepped aside to the left and extended a hand towards he space he previously occupied, ?Come over here and show us how much of a big man you are.?

Pilot 01 closed his eyes as a sign that he accepted his offer and walked towards the empty space. The crowd murmured and the air was soon filled with a savage excitement. Pilot 01 looked at the floor, stained with blood and sweat. He hears the cheers and the chants of the spectators and the betting that is occurring all around him. Suddenly, he was pulled back into that day when the man across from him pinned him to the ground with his boot all those years ago, asking if he was an animal. Pilot 01? eyes were all a glowed with a subtle ferocity as he kept his glare at him, answering him mentally ?Yes, I am.?

The two, now battle ready, faced each other. The noises all around them were drown out in their ears. The man raised his fist, ready to strike. Pilot 01 simply stood there, still keeping his gaze on the man. ?Easy target? the man thought as he swiftly made the first hit right into Pilot 01?s face with the expectation of the young man falling back. Instead, what he got was Pilot 01 turning his head with the blow then turning back to face the now shocked man and punched him in the jaw in response. The man?s head flung back with the harsh blow and stumbled a few paces back, trying to regain his position. There were gasps of disbelief in the crowd. The man raised his hand to his jaw as he turned his attention back to the pilot, eyes adorned with disbelief and anger. ?You?? he huffed surprisingly and then he laughed, ??you fucking cock sucker. That hurt.?

The man charged at him then, a large mass of muscle and testosterone running towards him like a bull that?s seeing red. Pilot 01 stood still again, seeing directly into the eyes of the large man coming closer. He waited for the moment, the opportune moment, and when he was close enough, Pilot 01 dropped to the floor sweeping his left leg under the man?s feet. The man tripped and fell hard, face first onto the concrete breaking his nose in the process. Blood came forth, a red splatter as it hit the ground. Pilot 01 stood fast and picked his leg up, slamming it down on the man?s head in a punishing blow. The pitying ?ooh? echoed throughout the hanger as they saw Pilot 01 knocking a grown man in unconsciousness. But to 01, unconsciousness wasn?t satisfactory. Seeing the man bleed and placed in a fetal position wasn?t enough so kept on throwing down hard punches and kicks to areas sensitive to any sort of abuse. Anger filled his mind with images of the man and his group of thugs surrounding his 8-year-old self, giving forth an incredible amount of pain and taking pleasure in his cries and tears. Anger, hurt, pain, it was fuel to keep throwing down harsh, lighting punches and kicks on the man. It mattered not that the man was already not moving and it mattered not that the man was bleeding and broken all over. It was not so soon that Pilot 01 was punching and kicking a corpse.

?Enough.? A voice said. Everyone turned and Pilot 01 finally stopped to look. Dr. J calmly surveyed the crowd and his spectacled eyes fell on Pilot 01 above the corpse formally the doctor?s employee. He showed no emotion when he sees the corpse. There was an unsettling silence from everywhere, but especially between Dr. J and Pilot 01. An eternity afterward, Dr. J finally spoke again ?Pilot 01, why did you feel like killing Keiichi-san??

Pilot 01 didn?t know how to answer that. He felt no remorse but rather the fires of hate and anger cooling down leaving behind a dull feeling of exhaustion and numbness. He kept his gaze at Dr. J and said, rather dully ?I felt like seeing blood.? Then slowly, he walked away past the stunned crowd past the stoic Dr. J and out of the place. Dr. J didn?t look back nor did he went after him but rather walked over to the bloodied corpse of Keiichi. He felt for the pulse but found nothing except for the cooling dead meat beneath his fingers. He stood up and turns to face everyone in a composed fashion, ?Well nothing to see here, gentlemen. You two,? he pointed to two men ?take him and dump him somewhere. Before he starts sinking up the place.? And then he walked off in the same path as Pilot 01, casually, as if nothing ever happened.

*~*~*~*

Apr 06 A.C. 195

As the years go by, the missions became more complex, missions that involved certain members of The Alliance. Political leaders for example, have come more into focus. To be more precise, one vice foreign Minister Richard Patrick Dorlian. Pilot 01 being driven to the L1 Intercolonial spaceport thinking deeply of the briefing done before he left.

Hours prior

?Boy, come here. I must brief you for the upcoming mission.? And the young man did as he was told and walked over to Dr. J. Pilot 01 looked at the doctor as he always did but this time, he looked like he was anticipating what Dr. J was going to say. ?01, this may turn out to be your final mission.?

Pilot 01?s ears perked up, final?

?The Barton Conglomerate is planning to assassinate the Vice Foreign Minister Dorian for finding out about Operation M.?

?And?? Pilot 01 said, emotionlessly.

?You have three choices. One, you can cooperate with the Barton Conglomerate and assassinate the Vice Foreign Minister Dorian. Another, you can stop the Barton Conglomerate and protect the Vice Foreign Minister. And the final one, you can choose to ignore this mission. Choose any of the above. It's up to you....?

It was not always like this, Dr. J giving him a choice. It was a first of sorts. He was accustomed to receiving missions as they come, whether he liked it or not. Pilot 01 supposed it was because after 6 years of scrupulous service, he had earned enough trust from the young assassin. Even after the incident with the little girl and her dog.

Pilot 01 paused at that and bit his tongue hard to the point of bleeding to forget the memory. Physical pain was so much more better to feel than the recollection of that day. That day, Pilot 01 likes to remember as the day he fucked up.

So. Those were the choices. The death of the vice foreign minister would mean that even after that fuck up, all errs would be forgotten, all mistakes mended. The Barton conglomerate would forgive him after that error. But then it?ll send the entire world into a tailspin. Vice foreign minister Dorlian was all that stood between the desires of the colonies and the United Earth Sphere Alliance. So that left out ignoring the mission and doing the dirty work for them.

There was only one option left?

Present time

Pilot 01 made his way to the roof of the west wing of the spaceport. According to the schematics, it was the best vantage point for this mission. He thought carefully of the consequence of his choice. Was it really wise to take this route? Step after step, the cold gray door coming closer to his vision; Pilot 01 knew one thing is true. He knew there was really no going back.

Opening the heavy door, the fresh crisp air kissed his face and the artificial afternoon sun lit his eyes and warmed his skin. Ahead of him he sees a man holding his sniper rifle, his barrel settled on the ledge, the man?s head leaning forward in the eyepiece. Pilot 01 observed the man silently. The man hunched over and stayed very still like a fatal statue. One foot after the other, he walked over in a catlike grace to the hunched man. Close enough he slowly raised his hands to the direction of the unsuspecting assassin. In the speed of a blink, Pilot 01 clasped his hands over the man?s head and swiftly twisted the head around until his heard the crack of his spine. Holding the corpse of the assassin close to him, Pilot 01 felt the man?s warmth leaving him. Pilot 01 gently laid the man upon the cold roof and stood above him, surveying his work. It was not more than a several seconds when the man was alive and breathing, getting ready to take away another life. Pilot 01 felt no pity for the body before him. He just felt numb and cold. It was fitting however. The man was going to take a life that would affect the earth and colonies. The death of the assassin will affect nothing.

But is that entirely true? Odin?s death meant worlds to him. He distinctly remembered feeling a large void being open apart in his small heart long ago, back when he was mentally weak. Will there be a prodigy out there deprived of his mentor now that this man is gone? If there is, will that prodigy thirst for his blood as Pilot 01 thirst for Odin?s murder? Should there ever be one, Pilot 01 will be waiting.

?With your emotions? Huh.? He thought. Did this man believe in that dogma? Being here with the intentions on carrying out the Barton conglomerate?s wishes, he probably did. The sea surge of voices below him slowly grabbed his attention. Out of curiosity he looked over his shoulder and turned to walk over to the ledge. He looked over the crowds of reporters; there in the middle was the Vice Foreign Minister. Pilot 01 went to the dead man?s bag and took out his binoculars. Back at the ledge, he took a closer look at the man. The young man saved his life. Will he ever know? Would he ever be grateful? Pilot 01 knew he?d never will, so gratitude from the part of the Vice Foreign Minister will come mentally. That much he knew for sure.

Someone was beside the Politician, so he turned his attention to the Vice Foreign Minister?s side. It was a young woman whose eyes were as sad and lonesome as his. They were colored like the blue of a placid lake. Her hair was long and dark blonde however; the light of the artificial sun tinted her hair like golden honey. The young woman?s face was soft yet devoid of any form of emotion. Her soft, pale pink lips formed a small line. He wasn?t too sure she cared much for the attention that surrounded her. Pilot 01 never really noticed it, but his eyes wandered to her body. She was as young as he, so he knew her body wasn?t as womanly as elder women are. However, she wasn?t a child as evidence of the swells on her chest. The subtle juts of her hips pressed against her rose pink skirt gracefully and her legs were long and smooth.

He was aware of the opposite sex. In fact, last year on his birthday, Dr. J and many of the staffers set him up a night with a prostitute. It filled Pilot 01 with a sense of illness when her heard the voice of the woman whispered in his ear that night ?I?m here to make you into a Man.? and she did things to him he had only dreamed of in his sleep. He was familiar with wet dreams since he was 13 and he saw Dr. J?s belief in Women more clearly since then. The only desire Pilot 01 had for women were on their backs. Pilot 01 put down the binoculars now and looked at the girl below.

She survey everyone and by chance, or cruel fate, she raised her head and look at the young man off the distance. Pilot 01 was filled with a wild sense of fear he was caught! He covered his face immediately and walked back. They were too far from each other; she couldn?t see his face clearly. He was hoping on that as he left the premises.

He waited for his ride to come by and pick him up and as he did, his thoughts remained on the girl with the sad eyes and the warm, soft body.

*~*~*~*

He convinced the driver to let him go at Temura District. Pilot 01 watched as the car went off and he walked off into the streets. There wasn?t much in this neighborhood, but once upon a time there was something. This place used to be known as a residential area for Alliance workers in the near-by base. There were many apartment complexes and small businesses in the area now all gone and empty save for stragglers and people trying to earn a living selling useless trinkets and junk. Pilot 01 stopped in front of a junk dealer selling old useless, worthless memories on a dirty blanket. Broken paperweights and tarnish Alliance metals taken obviously from the corpses that died here. Amongst the items on the blanket were tired looking flowers. He brought a flower from the junk seller and continued to walk on with his thoughts. The last time he was here, it was early last year. As part of a sabotage mission, he was assigned to destroy the base. However, he miscalculated the proximity of the complexes and the explosion wipe out the buildings near by. He was surrounded by destruction and death and his mind was filled with terror. It was not what he planned and in his panic he ran over in hopes to save at least one life. In the rubble, he saw the lifeless, broken corpse of a little girl and her puppy. He stared at her small bloody face, lily white and cold with death.

She couldn?t have been more than 6 when she died.

He remembered carrying the puppy in his arms. Inside, his heart and mind broke. When he returned to the hanger, he was whimpering incomprehensible phrases and mumblings. The technicians gawked at him; they had never seen 01 like this. His eyes were wide and vacant as he wandered aimlessly within the hanger. When Dr. J arrived, he looked at 01 with a displeasing shock ?What the hell happened? What?s that filthy thing you?re carrying??

Then 01 stood silent and looked at the doctor before he dropped to his knees and yelled out a crying sound from his throat. Dr. J let an annoyed expression chew into his aging features before motioning his entourage to take the young pilot away from him and into a cell until Dr. J decides what to do with him. A day after that, Dr. J sat down and had a talk with pilot 01 who sat in the corner of his cell, his knees pressed to his chest looking vacant and withdrawn. Dr. J tried to find his eyes hidden under the pilot?s wild, unkempt hair. ?Pilot 01? he said but no response. ?Pilot 01.? He said again, a little more loudly. The vacant, steely stare of the pilot turned slowly as if his neck was held together by rusty metal that was fragile. ?Pilot 01,? he said again in a calm composure, ?I talked to Dekim Barton. You remember Dekim, do you not? He?s the gentleman in charge of planning operation meteor.? Pilot 01 nodded curtly and the doctor continued ?I told him was happened yesterday and he?s quite angry. This isn?t the time to fall apart, understand?? Pilot 01 nodded, ?The freedom of the colonies and the succession of Operation meteor lies within you, but this display yesterday was appalling and disgraceful. You know what I must do, right?? Pilot 01 said and did nothing ?Dekim suggested to start over again. Start re-training you again like we did in the good old days.?

Pilot 01 knew what he meant by that, more beatings, more desensitization, and more pain. Pilot 01 nodded in acceptance and he understood that his suffering would be the best for everyone else. That?s how life was for him and that?s how it will always be.

And now he?s here again, to pay off debts long over due. Above him, the colony sky started to snow and over yonder, there was someone in the distance. He walked over to the rubble and slowly, reverently and placed his flower on two marked stones. Beneath these stones lie the bodies of the girl and her puppy. Pilot 01 stood over these stones and knew that there was only one way to repay his debts to this girl.

He reached behind the small of his back and took out his gun. He unlatched the safety and pressed the barrel against his temple.

Time to end this mission

?Mission Accomplished.? He whispered.

??Mission.? Said a voice behind him.

Startled, Pilot 01 lowers the gun and turned around to face the voice. Dr. J stood apart from him for a short while in silence before he walked forward and spoke up ?I've decided to go through with Operation Meteor.?

Pilot 01 stayed silent

?You have three choices. One, pilot the Gundam and go commit mass murder. Two, shoot me here, and flee somewhere... and one more is...?

?Is?? asked Pilot 01

Dr. J looked composed with thought. He had always taught Pilot 01 that there are always alternatives to any path you choose. Nothing is truly set in stone; no matter how long one plans for it to be. ?.... You should know what it is.? He simply said.

Pilot 01 huffed ?Ok.?

*~*~*~*
Back at the hanger, Pilot 01 was walking to his quarters for tonight?s sleep. He was to wake up in the early morning hours and be ready to start the mission. He walked past the main hanger where the Wing rested, complete and battle ready. He stared at the gleaming war machine in all its horrifying glory. It was in bird mode, the metal shining red, blue, and white. He once remembered when it was incomplete and defenseless, much like he was at that time. Right now is a completely different story. He could kill without much of a fight. When it came to killing someone, he was powerful and immaculate. Efficiency, he learned, was key as well as endurance. Without it he cannot complete his missions, he cannot fight.

But he?s been killing and fighting for so long. How long can he keep this up? There was one desire he had for so long, but he was never able to initiate it. He wanted to end the need to scream, to curse in the top of his lungs, to throw objects around the room for the hell of it, to kill anything living. He wanted to end his life.

There were no weapons with him at this moment. Every time he was to enter the hanger he was to give in all weapons to a staff member. It was a standard rule; he was to have no weapons of any type on his person unless it was for a mission. Fulfilling his need to die wasn?t easy, they always had their eyes on him, yet however he did have one trick up his sleeve. Pilot 01 turned to the storage cabinet on the far right where his space suit, oxygen tank, and various other accessories were stored. He managed to smirk at this. Dr. J had no idea, at least to him, what he had in mind. The staff didn?t see the harm in letting Pilot 01 access to his suit. What they didn?t know was that Pilot 01 had managed to rig a self-destruct device on his suit. It was in frequency with Wing?s self-destruct mechanism, which was originally planned for the pilot to destroy the suit away from the machine without any harm to the pilot so that they may live to fight another day. But to live another day in his life was more of a battle everyday, one of which he could not bear. He wanted death and he wanted to do that as far away from Dr. J as he possibly can.

For the first time to Pilot 01, tomorrow was a brighter day than ever.

He continued to his quarters. He passed by a room where some of the staffers were sitting around engaging in various activities. A TV was on in the room and Pilot 01 heard the reporter loud and clear ?Today?s visit from The Vice Foreign Minister was an eventful day, to say the least. He?ll be here for just one day to discuss Alliance policies on civil order in the colonies. Accompanied with him today is his daughter, Relena Dorlian? the shot was turned to the girl with the sad eyes. Amidst the sea of reporters, she carried composure and a sense of calm one would think she was able to walk on chaotic waters. It was only a brief shot of her, but the image was mentally burned in his mind. He walked off carrying her image in his mind.

?Close to the scene of The Vice Foreign Minister?s arrival, spaceport security found a dead body on top of the west wing of the spaceport. The identity of the man or the motive of his death is still unknown??

*~*~*~*

Pilot 01 distinctly remembered going to sleep. He was in his room when he closed his eyes and when he opened them, he found himself in the forest.

It wasn?t an area he was familiar with, fresh trees and crisp grass beneath his feet, the air as brusque and sharp as the plant life around him. Over the distance, he saw Relena walking around the forest, looking at the trees with calm reverence. He stayed his distance, content with the fact that she doesn?t notice him watching her. A look of fear immediately took over her features. She turned to see a figure behind her. It was some sort of wolf beast not more than 15 feet away from her. There was a growl that hung from the air and saliva dripping from its jaws. It stood on its hind legs like a man and it moonshine blue eyes laid harshly on Relena. She shuddered harshly and ran off like a frighten deer, but the wolf went off after her.

She pumped her legs as fast as she can. All around her, trees whipped past, the air bit into her delicate skin. Relena looked back and the wolf was not too far away from her. Running was all the girl can do to be as far away from the beast behind her. He?s gaining speed and she runs faster in response. Ahead of her, there was a house and suddenly she found her destination. Relena arrived at the doorsteps and open the front door, immediately running for the staircase after locking the door behind her. By the time she was at the top of the stairs, the wolf beast burst the door open. His head turn towards the figure on the top of the stairs. She was there and then she disappeared into the halls of the top of the stairs. She turn to a door that was halfway opened and locked it behind her. It was a bedroom and she hid under the bed, hoping the wolf wouldn?t find her. Harsh beatings upon the door resonated and finally, the door caved in. The wolf beast stood in the doorway, searching the room. He walked in slowly, sniffing the air and then stood still. In a quick speed, he reached down under the bed and pulled the girl out by her hair. She let out a high pitch scream as he did so and groaned as he tossed her on the bed. Once again, she was pulled out of her despair and let out another scream when the beast ripped open her blouse and tore off the clothes from her body. She lay there naked as the beast crawl on top of her. His eyes feasted upon her clean, young body with much satisfaction. His eyes caught the refection in the mirror above the bedpost. The Beast was not there anymore but rather Pilot 01. It was his hand holding Relena?s frail wrists down. It was his naked body hovering above hers. It was him all this time.

He looked to the body beneath him. She was in tears and her eyes were away from him. Relena couldn?t bear to look at him. Her glorious figure was frozen in fear beneath him. She tried to stay still, but it seem that the more still she tried to stay, the more her body would shake and shudder. Does he really have the audacity to rape the figure beneath him? He sniffs the air lightly and smells the scent of lavender from her skin. He slowly lean down and continue to waft the scent from her skin and as he did so, she whimpered. He was so used to the scent of gunpowder and death that something so insignificant as a scent can be so intoxicating on someone. His face close to her skin, he felt the creamy texture against his skin. She was? she was so?

?You feel so good?? he murmured without thought.

?And you?? Relena said, her voice so small, so weak, ?you need to wake up.?

And at that Pilot 01?s eyes flew open. He was soaked in sweat, fear and lust. He felt a familiar hardness between in legs and turned to find his member fully erected. Pilot 01 stared up at the ceiling, wide eyed and shaking. It was so much and felt so real. Her body, her voice, it was torture.

He wanted her. He wanted her so very badly. And he never really knew her, but that was beside the point. Pilot 01 got up and took out a small bottle of lotion. Advice from one of the staff taught him to relieve this situation through manual means. It always filled him with extreme pleasure followed by an immense sense of shame. But he couldn?t very well carry around this embarrassment in front of the crew. Pulling down his shorts, he poured the lotion into his hand and swallowed the congregating saliva on his tongue. He must end this quick, the mission won?t wait for anyone.

*~*~*~*

?Operation Meteor... at last.? Dr. J breathed out. In the wee hours of the morning, crewmen and technicians were everywhere, checking stats and weapon functionality. They checked on Wing?s many program systems and software seeing that everything was up to par. The doctor heard footfalls behind him and turned to see Pilot 01 dressed in his spacesuit. The doctor merely smiled and cocked his head towards the cockpit as if telling him to get on board.

Pilot 01 needed no more instructions other than that and climbed on board. He checked all systems and as he did so, Dr. J came up to the side of the opened cockpit ?Because Vice Foreign Minister Dorian's assassination was foiled, the military head quarters now knows the operation plans and it'll probably be better if they decipher it.?

?But the mission in reality will be different.? Pilot 01 stated.

?That's right.... This is the mission you chose. However you risk your life with this launch.?

Pilot 01 sighed. Words like those were like water, it didn?t effect him ?Don't worry.... Life is cheap.... Especially mine....? he said in a dead tone.

?Contact may come at any time regarding targets? Dr. J continued, ignoring what Pilot 01 said.

?Roger.....?

?Engage in the missions as quickly as possible.?

?Roger.....?

?Let's decide on a codename. I've decided on the name of the pacifist space leader. You got that, Heero Yuy??

?Roger that....?

And so the fire from the engine roared. Wing, in bird form flew off into air and off into space with the intention to let loose a wave of pestilence and death on the blue sphere of earth.

Something was waiting for him there he knew that for sure. He figures it?s his death but as he felt comfortable in that knowledge, he forgot the one important lesson Dr. J had taught him.

Nothing, not even your death, is truly set in stone.

To the mission, the world, and forevermore, the boy is now known as Heero Yuy.

To be continue?.

[Melina]

*glomps*:D I'm glad you decided to continue this fic you had me worried for a lil bit..
UPDATE SOON!

[valkyrie skye]

yeah, i wanted to continue with this for awhile now, but things got in the way.

as for the next chapter, yeah, i'm in the middle of it. and yes, there'll be more relena in the next one

thanks
-Valkyrie

[perfectpeach]

wow. the way you have written this is so tuching. I atually cried at one point. I dont do that often. even in the state of pregnancy.^^;
This is so well written and i thouroughly enjoyed it. please continue.

[valkyrie skye]

yay, and oh, you're pregnant? lol, congrats

oh, i'm sorry i made you cry, that was not my intention. But then again, war isn't pretty so it wasn't my intetion either to have this story to be like all flowers and candy. His life was messed which in turn cause him to be like this (as all problem kids are) but the sweet part is that there's someone to save him from himself and i don't think i have to tell you who that is : )

i'm in the middle of working on 7 so waiting will not be so long.

take care and thanks ^_^
-Valkyrie

[AnShino]

That was great. I liked it so much.

?119? What happened to the rest of the 118??

?Trial and error with 118 test subjects. But I had nothing wrong with this one, so you needn?t worry about this..."

That made me laugh. Lol.

[valkyrie skye]

a little humor never hurt anyone. when i wrote it, it just seem to make the name for the serum so much sense : )

thanks for not forgetting the story, 7 will be out soon

-Valkyrie