Soulless 6/?
Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2004 4:09 am
Disclaimer: Whahahahahahaha! I don't own Gundam Wing. However, the original characters are mine, and I will kill you if you take them without my permission.
Free talk: It's been a while. Glad to be back in business again!! Sorry for those who waited.
This chapter is for Morrighan.
Chapter VI: Randomness
Alexander Peacecraft-Barton could hardly believe his eyes when he saw him. He felt his whole being stiffen with barely suppressed rage as he walked into the communication room.
Alex had never met him, never even bothered to see a picture of him, but he knew instantly that the man had who stood unobtrusively against the wall in the communication room an hour ago was the man who fathered him and his twin: the infamous Heero Yuy. How could he not know? They were almost mirror images of each other.
His hands clenched into tight fists. How dare he come back? Hadn't his mother suffered enough?
"Alex? Hey, Alex?"
Alex snapped out of his reverie at the sound of the voice. He turned to its owner, his cousin Brandon. "I'm sorry. I wasn't listening. What did you say?"
"I was saying that I'm worried Freya might do something while she's with that bastard." Brandon smiled faintly. "She's not exactly what you call a damsel-in-distress."
Christopher, Robert, Brandon, James, and Alexander were in another room, far from the adults' conversation. Alex sat as far away from James as the room would allow.
Robert nodded in agreement. "Remember when we fought that mock battle several months ago? The one where Alex and Freya teamed up against the rest of us? She 'killed' three of us before she was taken down." All of them had at least some sort of military training from their fathers, and while they were all exceptional at it, they were no match to the twins, especially Alex. The twins won that battle, ending with Alex finishing all of them on his own.
Alex didn't say anything. He knew his twin. Freya wouldn't sit around waiting. She'd try to escape. And that, was not a good idea.
And so was the presence of Heero Yuy in their house. His mother was upset, Alex could tell. He found it strange his father didn't kick Heero out of the house, nor did his uncle. Damn.
*******
Relena felt the child kick in her womb.
A ghost of a smile flickered in Relena's lips, and she gently touched her swollen belly. She sat amidst multi-colored cushions in a couch in the living room, waiting for news about her daughter. The men where in the communications room, waiting as well.
The child moved again. This time the kick was stronger, more insistent.
"The baby's getting very active again, isn't he?" Noin asked, sitting beside her, noticing the abstracted look on Relena's face. "I remember when I was pregnant with Brandon, he was so active that Zechs had to move out of the bed so he could get some sleep. I kept on shifting to get into a more comfortable position."
Relena laughed at the image of her brother being kicked out of his bed by an unborn child. "Yes. The baby's rather active. Even the twins weren't as active as this." As the laughter faded, she smiled a little sadly, remembering back when she was pregnant with Freya and Alex.
Her pregnancy with the twins had been a relatively easy one. She only had a mild case of morning sickness and the back pain wasn't as considerable as she had thought. She did gain a lot of weight, though, and the birth had been very painful–painkiillers and anesthesia did little to mitigate the pain she experienced.
She recalled that she clutched Trowa's arms so hard that her nails dug into the skin, leaving deep cuts as she huffed, puffed, and pushed. Trowa didn't seem to mind though. He was there all the time, standing beside her throughout the birth, holding her gently, caressing her soothingly, murmuring soft calming words, encouraging her to go on. His presence gave her strength. As he always did.
"Maybe this one will be an acrobat like his father," Noin mused, smiling.
Relena grinned at her. "I suppose so." Then she frowned. "Where's Alex?" she asked, looking around for her son…who was so much like his father..."I haven't seen him in a while."
"He's with Christopher and the boys…at least I think so…."
*******
"I know who you are."
Heero stopped in mid-stride and turned at the sound of the voice, but not before feeling a sudden, inexplicable chill in the library, as if the temperature in the library abruptly dropped several notches.
Alexander Peacecraft-Barton stood at the doorway, his sky-blue eyes narrowing into tiny slits as he looked at Heero. Heero met the boy's gaze squarely, taking in Alex's features, noting how much they were like his, back then when he was fifteen, from the strong, determined set of his jaws to the thick, unruly hair. There was no hint of emotion in Alex's eyes, but he could sense the boy's anger towards him. Heero did not say anything, and waited for the boy to speak again.
"You're our biological father."
Biological. The word sounded so cold to Heero–so distant. It didn't help that Alex's voice sounded so much like Heero's it felt like he was talking to himself.
"I don't know why you're here. It might be because you've heard of what happened to my twin." Alex went on, taking a deliberate step closer to him. He was almost as tall as Heero was, his slimly muscular frame enhancing his height. The young man no longer wore his military uniform, having donned a dark blue turtleneck and a pair of tight-fitting jeans.
Alexander gave Heero a contemptuous look and made a dismissive gesture with his right hand. "I don't like you. I don't want you here, but it seems I have no choice. Just stay away from my mother. I don't want you near her. I don't want you upsetting her. If you do, I promise you, I will kill you." Without waiting for Heero's reply, Alexander turned on his heel and walked away.
Heero stared after his son's retreating back. His son. MY son. A son who has nothing but hatred for me. Heero felt a knife stab into his chest, twisting deep into his heart.
"Don't let Alex upset you too much. He's just worried about Freya and Relena." Trowa strode towards him, a slightly amused look on his face. "You better take his threat seriously, though. Alex is quite capable of executing that threat."
Heero said nothing, instead staring at Trowa. He should hate this man, this man who took away Relena from him. Nevertheless, he could not. Heero saw the way Relena looked at Trowa, her eyes filled with love and tenderness. He saw how Trowa treated her with love and care. Heero knew he there was nothing that he could do that would ever equal what Trowa had done for Relena and her children. This man raised children that weren't his, and had loved and cherished them as if they were his own flesh and blood.
"Why did you really come back, Yuy?" Trowa suddenly asked in his quiet voice. "It would take more than a mere threat to bring you back here. What have you heard?"
Heero managed a small smile. Trust Trowa to read between the lines. "Relena is in danger. Someone has put a contract on her."
"That's nothing new. Many have tried to kill Relena before–and failed."
Heero shook his head. "Not with this kind of backing and money."
"How much?"
"Enough to buy armies. Not only that, someone has been importing large amounts of neo-titanium."
Trowa raised one eyebrow. "Duo mentioned something similar to that a few months ago. We checked into it, but we turned up nothing suspicious."
"You were checking at the wrong places."
Trowa gave Heero a cool look. "I see." He ran his fingers through his thick brown hair. "I'll tell Zechs about this. He's more or less in charge with Relena's security. Did you find out who's behind all of this?"
Heero shook his head. "I wasn't able to find out." That was what frustrated him most. He didn't know who put the contract on Relena. That was why he went here…that…and another, more personal reason he would not dare say, even think. "I think the man behind it is the same as the man who had Relena kidnapped."
Trowa glanced at him sharply. "It's been sixteen years. Do you think he's still alive? We tried to track him down, but we came up with nothing."
"Well, well, if it isn't the Perfect Soldier come back to life," a familiar feminine voice drawled from behind Heero. Slim, finely manicured fingers touched his shoulder. "My, my, I didn't think you'd have the guts to show your face again."
Trowa gazed past Heero's shoulder and gave the newcomer a cool smile. "Dorothy. So good of you to come. Quatre has told you of the situation?"
Dorothy Catalonia-Winner stepped forward and gave Trowa a sympathetic smile. "Yes. I came as soon as I've heard. I'm terribly sorry about what happened." Then she turned and faced Heero, one eyebrow raised. "And what is he doing here? Does Miss Relena know he's here?"
"He's helping us find Freya."
"Really? And what does Miss Relena say about that?" There was a sly smile on Dorothy's face.
"She's displeased about the whole thing, but can't do anything about it," Relena said as she waddled into the room. It was hard to walk gracefully with one's stomach was almost as big as a basketball ball. She embraced Dorothy. "Thank you for coming, Dorothy."
*******
Catherine Bloom was in a hurry. Having temporarily left the management of the circus to one of her associates, she quickly packed her bags. She had to get to Earth fast. Her niece, Freya, had been kidnapped. She needed to be there, even just to comfort Relena.
She was reaching for another suitcase when the ground suddenly shook. An earthquake? she thought. That can't be! Earthquakes don't happen in space.
A loud knocking on her door caught her attention. As she headed for the door, the ground shook again, then was followed was a loud, booming explosion that sent her sprawling to the ground. When the tremors passed, she got up and opened the door. It was one of her co-workers in the circus.
"What's happening?" Catherine asked when she saw the terrified expression on the man's face.
"You can't get out! We're under attack! There are mobile suits everywhere!"
T.B.C.
Free talk, part two: Aaaand…did anyone notice that Alex was wearing Trowa's clothes? I know I'm supposed to say why Relena chose Trowa…and I did. It's there! grin
The action part is starting! Yes! Now I need to brush up with my Gundam technology! I'm sorry if this chapter's boring and poorly made. cries
Alex and Heero: They didn't exactly hit off, did they?
Where's Freya: You'll see Freya next chapter. She'll be up to something.
Relena and Heero: Yes, I know. They'll have to talk sometime. That will be soon. Promise.
Next chapter: Hostile forces are in L3 colony, Freya's still held hostage. What are the Gundam pilots to do?
Free talk: It's been a while. Glad to be back in business again!! Sorry for those who waited.
This chapter is for Morrighan.
Chapter VI: Randomness
Alexander Peacecraft-Barton could hardly believe his eyes when he saw him. He felt his whole being stiffen with barely suppressed rage as he walked into the communication room.
Alex had never met him, never even bothered to see a picture of him, but he knew instantly that the man had who stood unobtrusively against the wall in the communication room an hour ago was the man who fathered him and his twin: the infamous Heero Yuy. How could he not know? They were almost mirror images of each other.
His hands clenched into tight fists. How dare he come back? Hadn't his mother suffered enough?
"Alex? Hey, Alex?"
Alex snapped out of his reverie at the sound of the voice. He turned to its owner, his cousin Brandon. "I'm sorry. I wasn't listening. What did you say?"
"I was saying that I'm worried Freya might do something while she's with that bastard." Brandon smiled faintly. "She's not exactly what you call a damsel-in-distress."
Christopher, Robert, Brandon, James, and Alexander were in another room, far from the adults' conversation. Alex sat as far away from James as the room would allow.
Robert nodded in agreement. "Remember when we fought that mock battle several months ago? The one where Alex and Freya teamed up against the rest of us? She 'killed' three of us before she was taken down." All of them had at least some sort of military training from their fathers, and while they were all exceptional at it, they were no match to the twins, especially Alex. The twins won that battle, ending with Alex finishing all of them on his own.
Alex didn't say anything. He knew his twin. Freya wouldn't sit around waiting. She'd try to escape. And that, was not a good idea.
And so was the presence of Heero Yuy in their house. His mother was upset, Alex could tell. He found it strange his father didn't kick Heero out of the house, nor did his uncle. Damn.
*******
Relena felt the child kick in her womb.
A ghost of a smile flickered in Relena's lips, and she gently touched her swollen belly. She sat amidst multi-colored cushions in a couch in the living room, waiting for news about her daughter. The men where in the communications room, waiting as well.
The child moved again. This time the kick was stronger, more insistent.
"The baby's getting very active again, isn't he?" Noin asked, sitting beside her, noticing the abstracted look on Relena's face. "I remember when I was pregnant with Brandon, he was so active that Zechs had to move out of the bed so he could get some sleep. I kept on shifting to get into a more comfortable position."
Relena laughed at the image of her brother being kicked out of his bed by an unborn child. "Yes. The baby's rather active. Even the twins weren't as active as this." As the laughter faded, she smiled a little sadly, remembering back when she was pregnant with Freya and Alex.
Her pregnancy with the twins had been a relatively easy one. She only had a mild case of morning sickness and the back pain wasn't as considerable as she had thought. She did gain a lot of weight, though, and the birth had been very painful–painkiillers and anesthesia did little to mitigate the pain she experienced.
She recalled that she clutched Trowa's arms so hard that her nails dug into the skin, leaving deep cuts as she huffed, puffed, and pushed. Trowa didn't seem to mind though. He was there all the time, standing beside her throughout the birth, holding her gently, caressing her soothingly, murmuring soft calming words, encouraging her to go on. His presence gave her strength. As he always did.
"Maybe this one will be an acrobat like his father," Noin mused, smiling.
Relena grinned at her. "I suppose so." Then she frowned. "Where's Alex?" she asked, looking around for her son…who was so much like his father..."I haven't seen him in a while."
"He's with Christopher and the boys…at least I think so…."
*******
"I know who you are."
Heero stopped in mid-stride and turned at the sound of the voice, but not before feeling a sudden, inexplicable chill in the library, as if the temperature in the library abruptly dropped several notches.
Alexander Peacecraft-Barton stood at the doorway, his sky-blue eyes narrowing into tiny slits as he looked at Heero. Heero met the boy's gaze squarely, taking in Alex's features, noting how much they were like his, back then when he was fifteen, from the strong, determined set of his jaws to the thick, unruly hair. There was no hint of emotion in Alex's eyes, but he could sense the boy's anger towards him. Heero did not say anything, and waited for the boy to speak again.
"You're our biological father."
Biological. The word sounded so cold to Heero–so distant. It didn't help that Alex's voice sounded so much like Heero's it felt like he was talking to himself.
"I don't know why you're here. It might be because you've heard of what happened to my twin." Alex went on, taking a deliberate step closer to him. He was almost as tall as Heero was, his slimly muscular frame enhancing his height. The young man no longer wore his military uniform, having donned a dark blue turtleneck and a pair of tight-fitting jeans.
Alexander gave Heero a contemptuous look and made a dismissive gesture with his right hand. "I don't like you. I don't want you here, but it seems I have no choice. Just stay away from my mother. I don't want you near her. I don't want you upsetting her. If you do, I promise you, I will kill you." Without waiting for Heero's reply, Alexander turned on his heel and walked away.
Heero stared after his son's retreating back. His son. MY son. A son who has nothing but hatred for me. Heero felt a knife stab into his chest, twisting deep into his heart.
"Don't let Alex upset you too much. He's just worried about Freya and Relena." Trowa strode towards him, a slightly amused look on his face. "You better take his threat seriously, though. Alex is quite capable of executing that threat."
Heero said nothing, instead staring at Trowa. He should hate this man, this man who took away Relena from him. Nevertheless, he could not. Heero saw the way Relena looked at Trowa, her eyes filled with love and tenderness. He saw how Trowa treated her with love and care. Heero knew he there was nothing that he could do that would ever equal what Trowa had done for Relena and her children. This man raised children that weren't his, and had loved and cherished them as if they were his own flesh and blood.
"Why did you really come back, Yuy?" Trowa suddenly asked in his quiet voice. "It would take more than a mere threat to bring you back here. What have you heard?"
Heero managed a small smile. Trust Trowa to read between the lines. "Relena is in danger. Someone has put a contract on her."
"That's nothing new. Many have tried to kill Relena before–and failed."
Heero shook his head. "Not with this kind of backing and money."
"How much?"
"Enough to buy armies. Not only that, someone has been importing large amounts of neo-titanium."
Trowa raised one eyebrow. "Duo mentioned something similar to that a few months ago. We checked into it, but we turned up nothing suspicious."
"You were checking at the wrong places."
Trowa gave Heero a cool look. "I see." He ran his fingers through his thick brown hair. "I'll tell Zechs about this. He's more or less in charge with Relena's security. Did you find out who's behind all of this?"
Heero shook his head. "I wasn't able to find out." That was what frustrated him most. He didn't know who put the contract on Relena. That was why he went here…that…and another, more personal reason he would not dare say, even think. "I think the man behind it is the same as the man who had Relena kidnapped."
Trowa glanced at him sharply. "It's been sixteen years. Do you think he's still alive? We tried to track him down, but we came up with nothing."
"Well, well, if it isn't the Perfect Soldier come back to life," a familiar feminine voice drawled from behind Heero. Slim, finely manicured fingers touched his shoulder. "My, my, I didn't think you'd have the guts to show your face again."
Trowa gazed past Heero's shoulder and gave the newcomer a cool smile. "Dorothy. So good of you to come. Quatre has told you of the situation?"
Dorothy Catalonia-Winner stepped forward and gave Trowa a sympathetic smile. "Yes. I came as soon as I've heard. I'm terribly sorry about what happened." Then she turned and faced Heero, one eyebrow raised. "And what is he doing here? Does Miss Relena know he's here?"
"He's helping us find Freya."
"Really? And what does Miss Relena say about that?" There was a sly smile on Dorothy's face.
"She's displeased about the whole thing, but can't do anything about it," Relena said as she waddled into the room. It was hard to walk gracefully with one's stomach was almost as big as a basketball ball. She embraced Dorothy. "Thank you for coming, Dorothy."
*******
Catherine Bloom was in a hurry. Having temporarily left the management of the circus to one of her associates, she quickly packed her bags. She had to get to Earth fast. Her niece, Freya, had been kidnapped. She needed to be there, even just to comfort Relena.
She was reaching for another suitcase when the ground suddenly shook. An earthquake? she thought. That can't be! Earthquakes don't happen in space.
A loud knocking on her door caught her attention. As she headed for the door, the ground shook again, then was followed was a loud, booming explosion that sent her sprawling to the ground. When the tremors passed, she got up and opened the door. It was one of her co-workers in the circus.
"What's happening?" Catherine asked when she saw the terrified expression on the man's face.
"You can't get out! We're under attack! There are mobile suits everywhere!"
T.B.C.
Free talk, part two: Aaaand…did anyone notice that Alex was wearing Trowa's clothes? I know I'm supposed to say why Relena chose Trowa…and I did. It's there! grin
The action part is starting! Yes! Now I need to brush up with my Gundam technology! I'm sorry if this chapter's boring and poorly made. cries
Alex and Heero: They didn't exactly hit off, did they?
Where's Freya: You'll see Freya next chapter. She'll be up to something.
Relena and Heero: Yes, I know. They'll have to talk sometime. That will be soon. Promise.
Next chapter: Hostile forces are in L3 colony, Freya's still held hostage. What are the Gundam pilots to do?
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