Tendril of Destiny 5/?
Posted: Sat Nov 15, 2003 9:09 am
Disclaimer: It is not mine, nor shall it ever be mine. Just like Heero Yuy. 
[AN]: Thanks to freelight01 for reviewing so quickly. It just makes me so happy to know someone likes this weird little ditty!
I'm going to post as much as possible this weekend because who knows what next week will bring.
TENDRILS OF DESTINY:
CHAPTER 5
Dr. Lin watched as the dark blood, almost reddish-violet, eventually swirled to a deep crimson. Her face was drawn with lines of worry, more about the symptoms that the patient. The increasing need to more frequently pump A23 was a mystery? Soon, Dr. Lin's thoughts changed as her eyes flickered over the patient with something of envy. This woman, so powerful, was now just a tiny child, with the mind of youth. She perceived nothing and did nothing to help in this world. Her helplessness was, perhaps, ironic vindication.
The doctor's eyes flickered over the glowing blue liquid that sloshed in its tiny container. Her experiences with drugs had been few and far between, mostly in her college years, but this strange fluid beckoned her often, in an unprofessional light. The thought of a change from her monotonous world caused a shiver of fear and excitement to chase down her spine. Dr. Lin took a step toward the neag?, and then she took two toward her patient.
Pausing by A23's bed, Lin glanced down into the woman's face and wondered what went on behind those strange eyes. She wanted to know. The restlessness of her youth had branched to her adult years, and the woman wished to quench it.
Any type of euphoria or enhancing drugs, of course, were shunned in the traditional sense, but most of the population tested and tried and hooked various forms, searching for something undefined, something different in their lives. That population only existed in the colonies.
Slowly, Lin shook her head, clearing her thoughts from this last statement. She was at work. Play would come later.
Her associate, a tall dark-skinned man walked in, flipping several papers back from his clipboard. "How is she doing?" His deep voice broke off when he saw the machine swirling tainted blood until it became dry. "What the hell are you doing?! It hasn't been five days!"
Dr. Lin did not flinch. This sort of event had been happening a lot lately. "The level of neag? in A23's blood is already at the level of filtering."
"That means??"
"They're replicating. Yes. Since she is the first real patient we are testing this method on, we don't really know what could happen or even is happening. Whatever it is, though, it's staring now." The woman spoke with a trained indifference. Whether this patient was to die or live, all the necessary information would be collected and the process started again until the correct method emerged.
"I don't understand." Her associate flipped through his papers. "They are not increasing in size."
Dr. Lin frowned at the thought. She had not remembered to check the scans. "They aren't? Then why would they secrete more fluid?"
Suddenly, Trowa peeled forward from the shadows. "So she isn't being eaten away?"
The doctors jumped. Lin, far more used to the strange man than her associate, was first to being flipping absently through her paperwork. She frowned again, in irritation and plucked her associate's clipboard from his hands. After flipping through and identifying what she wanted, Lin pointed to a scan, indicating a bluish knot in a round skull. "They have somehow started to grow and produce more neag?, but they aren't eating the healthy tissue. They're somehow spreading themselves through her, but not with their main shape."
"They are using the neag??"
The tall associate nodded sagely. "I believe so."
"But why?" Dr. Lin frowned at her own question. "Why now?"
No suitable answer was regurgitated before her, and she sighed, the only sound other than the heavy, even breathing of the patient lying asleep next to them. In her dream world, A23 perceived, with faint excitement, that the time was ripe, and they echoed her emotions, squirming gently and crying from their heightened sensation.
* * * *
Relena's dark eyes snapped open, staring blankly at the roughly textured ceiling of her hotel room. Her chest rose and fell under the white sheets, and her deep hoarse breaths grated raggedly in the darkness. Her heartbeat thudded dully in her delicate ears.
Eventually, the frantic beast that pulsated from her body decelerated, and Relena took a deep, calming breath, and exhaled slowly. She sat up, gently shaking her cold, sweaty nightgown off, shivering naked in her sheets.
His face haunted her at night and plagued in her daylight hors. Those deep blue eyes illuminated her darkest fears. 'Heero?'
Slowly, the blonde woman rested her sweaty locks against the headboard of the hotel bed, and she gazed at the blinking red light of the smoke detector. The muscle in Relena's jaw jumped gently as she pulled at her lips with her teeth. It still amazed and frightened her at the thought of his love. Had he really cared for her all that time in the past? That was something she had never been aware of.
Relena rose, still naked, and walked gracefully to the small adjoining bathroom. She turned and stared at herself in the darkness and noted that her features, veiled in the black shadows, were stretched and distorted, giving her entire face the appearance of an empty skull. Shivering, though this time not from her nakedness, Relena flipped on the light-switch of the bathroom, and tossing her blonde locks the woman stepped into the shower.
Several hours later, Relena was seated behind a large mahogany table in a tightly secured conference room. Lady Une paced back and forth along the length of the area. She stopped at the head of the table and flipped through the numerous papers there. "So you're saying this is all the information we have?"
The dark haired woman clutched the table in frustration. Relena did not answer.
Une let out a sigh. "You must forgive me, Miss Darlian. But I'm finding it difficult to conceive how three Gundam Pilots can be researching this one, insignificant terrorist group and this is all the information to be found."
Relena looked down at the folded hands in her lap. "Mr. Maxwell and Mr. Winner are doing their best to pry without attracting attention. Mr?"
"Barton?"
"Yes, Mr. Barton, as you know, cannot be used because of his current assignment."
Une sighed again, frowning. "And that is priority."
A flicker of envy touched Relena's face for a moment. "Is she that important now? I just don't? At least, it doesn't?" She sighed, at a loss for words.
A swift shake of the head met this remark. "She has to have someone from her past so she doesn't loose all sense of herself or her memories."
"But is Mr. Barton the best option? It would seem that Heero would be a much better candidate, from what I have heard." Relena glanced at the other woman questioningly.
Une, who had raised an eyebrow at the diplomat's question, relaxed her features. "The problem now is that Mr. Yuy is a wanted man. He killed your?if I may?lover in cold blood."
Relena winced. "Yes, but he is, or he seemed to be slightly?"
"Insane? It is for that reason the doctors feared he would have a negative effect."
"I think they would both be benefited." Relena tossed her blonde hair and turned to gaze at the windowless wall to her left.
"Perhaps you're right, Relena, but we need to discuss the matter at hand."
"Right, Lady Une." She loaded a microchip into the small projector, turning the machine on. It hummed dully, flashing the picture of L3 on the screen. Relena rose, dusting off her diplomatic uniform before pointing at the small highlighted district of 195?. She extended her finger down the line of the path until her finger rested in space.
"This is where there has been increasing activity of trafficking of unidentified goods, most likely either mobile suit parts (used to construct the few found in an L3 hangar) or equipment for a large beam-cannon like that on Libra, of which plans were discovered."
Une's brow knitted. "I know this already. What I need is information on the objective of these people."
Relena chewed her lip absentmindedly. "The most the two men could find was that the inductions into this terrorist organization take place somewhere in North America. It deals with?not surprisingly?nature."
"The question remains: why?"
Relena shook her head, which was beginning to pulsate painfully. Une was silent, and the only noise to be heard in the room was the gentle whining rhythm of the projector.
* * * *
Heero Yuy was being careful. He used caution to keep himself from being noticed, and he was using all his skills now just to standing line at the grocery store with a microwave dinner. For some reason, he was unused to cooking for himself, though he knew not why.
Things had been like that since the day he had turned his gun inward. He remembered the pain and shock followed by physical screaming torture, and then what came the next day: waking up in the hospital room and thinking that he couldn't ever use Project Meteor to destroy all those unsuspecting people. And that little girl and her dog?
His thoughts rolled to the beat of that steady, ceaseless hum, and Heero allowed his dark eyes to wander to the magazine rack. The headline of one Global read:
FOREIGN MINISTER RELENA DARLIAN FALSE!
TRUE WOMAN HAS REACHED NIRVANA!
'Relena?' Sometimes, when he awoke, it was as if he was expecting her to be beside him. Other times, this emotion was clouded over. 'She's a distraction. I'd be better of if she died,' he'd think, though the thought would spark guilt in his soul.
His eyes slipped to the picture under the article. That shot of her, blown up, was airbrushed so that the light blue-gray irises were darker. Suddenly, in his mind's eye, the eyes transformed to a deep, soft brown, then the entirety of the eyes was swallowed in blackness. Heero shuddered, the maniacal laughter filtering through his mind.
"Sir???" the clerk asked.
Heero cleared his throat and dropped his purchase on the food belt. "I don't want it."
He turned and strode out the door, suddenly set on his mission.
To be continued...
I promise I have everything alreayd planned out and written down...on paper. I really hate not being at a computer 24/7. Oh well. R&R please!
[AN]: Thanks to freelight01 for reviewing so quickly. It just makes me so happy to know someone likes this weird little ditty!
I'm going to post as much as possible this weekend because who knows what next week will bring.TENDRILS OF DESTINY:
CHAPTER 5
Dr. Lin watched as the dark blood, almost reddish-violet, eventually swirled to a deep crimson. Her face was drawn with lines of worry, more about the symptoms that the patient. The increasing need to more frequently pump A23 was a mystery? Soon, Dr. Lin's thoughts changed as her eyes flickered over the patient with something of envy. This woman, so powerful, was now just a tiny child, with the mind of youth. She perceived nothing and did nothing to help in this world. Her helplessness was, perhaps, ironic vindication.
The doctor's eyes flickered over the glowing blue liquid that sloshed in its tiny container. Her experiences with drugs had been few and far between, mostly in her college years, but this strange fluid beckoned her often, in an unprofessional light. The thought of a change from her monotonous world caused a shiver of fear and excitement to chase down her spine. Dr. Lin took a step toward the neag?, and then she took two toward her patient.
Pausing by A23's bed, Lin glanced down into the woman's face and wondered what went on behind those strange eyes. She wanted to know. The restlessness of her youth had branched to her adult years, and the woman wished to quench it.
Any type of euphoria or enhancing drugs, of course, were shunned in the traditional sense, but most of the population tested and tried and hooked various forms, searching for something undefined, something different in their lives. That population only existed in the colonies.
Slowly, Lin shook her head, clearing her thoughts from this last statement. She was at work. Play would come later.
Her associate, a tall dark-skinned man walked in, flipping several papers back from his clipboard. "How is she doing?" His deep voice broke off when he saw the machine swirling tainted blood until it became dry. "What the hell are you doing?! It hasn't been five days!"
Dr. Lin did not flinch. This sort of event had been happening a lot lately. "The level of neag? in A23's blood is already at the level of filtering."
"That means??"
"They're replicating. Yes. Since she is the first real patient we are testing this method on, we don't really know what could happen or even is happening. Whatever it is, though, it's staring now." The woman spoke with a trained indifference. Whether this patient was to die or live, all the necessary information would be collected and the process started again until the correct method emerged.
"I don't understand." Her associate flipped through his papers. "They are not increasing in size."
Dr. Lin frowned at the thought. She had not remembered to check the scans. "They aren't? Then why would they secrete more fluid?"
Suddenly, Trowa peeled forward from the shadows. "So she isn't being eaten away?"
The doctors jumped. Lin, far more used to the strange man than her associate, was first to being flipping absently through her paperwork. She frowned again, in irritation and plucked her associate's clipboard from his hands. After flipping through and identifying what she wanted, Lin pointed to a scan, indicating a bluish knot in a round skull. "They have somehow started to grow and produce more neag?, but they aren't eating the healthy tissue. They're somehow spreading themselves through her, but not with their main shape."
"They are using the neag??"
The tall associate nodded sagely. "I believe so."
"But why?" Dr. Lin frowned at her own question. "Why now?"
No suitable answer was regurgitated before her, and she sighed, the only sound other than the heavy, even breathing of the patient lying asleep next to them. In her dream world, A23 perceived, with faint excitement, that the time was ripe, and they echoed her emotions, squirming gently and crying from their heightened sensation.
* * * *
Relena's dark eyes snapped open, staring blankly at the roughly textured ceiling of her hotel room. Her chest rose and fell under the white sheets, and her deep hoarse breaths grated raggedly in the darkness. Her heartbeat thudded dully in her delicate ears.
Eventually, the frantic beast that pulsated from her body decelerated, and Relena took a deep, calming breath, and exhaled slowly. She sat up, gently shaking her cold, sweaty nightgown off, shivering naked in her sheets.
His face haunted her at night and plagued in her daylight hors. Those deep blue eyes illuminated her darkest fears. 'Heero?'
Slowly, the blonde woman rested her sweaty locks against the headboard of the hotel bed, and she gazed at the blinking red light of the smoke detector. The muscle in Relena's jaw jumped gently as she pulled at her lips with her teeth. It still amazed and frightened her at the thought of his love. Had he really cared for her all that time in the past? That was something she had never been aware of.
Relena rose, still naked, and walked gracefully to the small adjoining bathroom. She turned and stared at herself in the darkness and noted that her features, veiled in the black shadows, were stretched and distorted, giving her entire face the appearance of an empty skull. Shivering, though this time not from her nakedness, Relena flipped on the light-switch of the bathroom, and tossing her blonde locks the woman stepped into the shower.
Several hours later, Relena was seated behind a large mahogany table in a tightly secured conference room. Lady Une paced back and forth along the length of the area. She stopped at the head of the table and flipped through the numerous papers there. "So you're saying this is all the information we have?"
The dark haired woman clutched the table in frustration. Relena did not answer.
Une let out a sigh. "You must forgive me, Miss Darlian. But I'm finding it difficult to conceive how three Gundam Pilots can be researching this one, insignificant terrorist group and this is all the information to be found."
Relena looked down at the folded hands in her lap. "Mr. Maxwell and Mr. Winner are doing their best to pry without attracting attention. Mr?"
"Barton?"
"Yes, Mr. Barton, as you know, cannot be used because of his current assignment."
Une sighed again, frowning. "And that is priority."
A flicker of envy touched Relena's face for a moment. "Is she that important now? I just don't? At least, it doesn't?" She sighed, at a loss for words.
A swift shake of the head met this remark. "She has to have someone from her past so she doesn't loose all sense of herself or her memories."
"But is Mr. Barton the best option? It would seem that Heero would be a much better candidate, from what I have heard." Relena glanced at the other woman questioningly.
Une, who had raised an eyebrow at the diplomat's question, relaxed her features. "The problem now is that Mr. Yuy is a wanted man. He killed your?if I may?lover in cold blood."
Relena winced. "Yes, but he is, or he seemed to be slightly?"
"Insane? It is for that reason the doctors feared he would have a negative effect."
"I think they would both be benefited." Relena tossed her blonde hair and turned to gaze at the windowless wall to her left.
"Perhaps you're right, Relena, but we need to discuss the matter at hand."
"Right, Lady Une." She loaded a microchip into the small projector, turning the machine on. It hummed dully, flashing the picture of L3 on the screen. Relena rose, dusting off her diplomatic uniform before pointing at the small highlighted district of 195?. She extended her finger down the line of the path until her finger rested in space.
"This is where there has been increasing activity of trafficking of unidentified goods, most likely either mobile suit parts (used to construct the few found in an L3 hangar) or equipment for a large beam-cannon like that on Libra, of which plans were discovered."
Une's brow knitted. "I know this already. What I need is information on the objective of these people."
Relena chewed her lip absentmindedly. "The most the two men could find was that the inductions into this terrorist organization take place somewhere in North America. It deals with?not surprisingly?nature."
"The question remains: why?"
Relena shook her head, which was beginning to pulsate painfully. Une was silent, and the only noise to be heard in the room was the gentle whining rhythm of the projector.
* * * *
Heero Yuy was being careful. He used caution to keep himself from being noticed, and he was using all his skills now just to standing line at the grocery store with a microwave dinner. For some reason, he was unused to cooking for himself, though he knew not why.
Things had been like that since the day he had turned his gun inward. He remembered the pain and shock followed by physical screaming torture, and then what came the next day: waking up in the hospital room and thinking that he couldn't ever use Project Meteor to destroy all those unsuspecting people. And that little girl and her dog?
His thoughts rolled to the beat of that steady, ceaseless hum, and Heero allowed his dark eyes to wander to the magazine rack. The headline of one Global read:
FOREIGN MINISTER RELENA DARLIAN FALSE!
TRUE WOMAN HAS REACHED NIRVANA!
'Relena?' Sometimes, when he awoke, it was as if he was expecting her to be beside him. Other times, this emotion was clouded over. 'She's a distraction. I'd be better of if she died,' he'd think, though the thought would spark guilt in his soul.
His eyes slipped to the picture under the article. That shot of her, blown up, was airbrushed so that the light blue-gray irises were darker. Suddenly, in his mind's eye, the eyes transformed to a deep, soft brown, then the entirety of the eyes was swallowed in blackness. Heero shuddered, the maniacal laughter filtering through his mind.
"Sir???" the clerk asked.
Heero cleared his throat and dropped his purchase on the food belt. "I don't want it."
He turned and strode out the door, suddenly set on his mission.
To be continued...
I promise I have everything alreayd planned out and written down...on paper. I really hate not being at a computer 24/7. Oh well. R&R please!