Tool Series- The Patient 1/5 R-not yet though.

[APerfectSoldier87]

A/N: A new series, but this one I promise is going to be finished, I mean it's Maynard, and its just not right to screw around with good music.

Disclamier: Fuck off lawyers .!. Music is the property of Tool, the 'characters' are property of those guys who made Gundam Wing.

This song is called The Patient, made by the greatest freaking band ever, with the greatest singer ever, but that's neither here nor there. Anyway it's going to be a Tool series there's no relena in this one, or the next one, maybe the third one.

Italics-lyrics
'-thoughts
"-speaking

//A groan of tedium escapes me, startling the fearful.
Is this a test?
It has to be. otherwise i can't go on.
Draining patience. drain vitality.
This paranoid, paralyzed vampire act's a little old.//

Another day, another boring class. Life was dull, and it?s subtle annoyance?s had begun to rise up and force themselves upon him. He didn?t have to worry though, not about life or much of anything else. He was rich, popular and accepted to his family?s Ivy League college. People would have killed for that kind of life, and he knew it, but to simply go on with life like this, predestined boring life. He didn?t know what he wanted yet, but this aristocratic life was hypocrisy at it?s most rampant.

It was a wonder how had kept up the facade, barely kept it up, but nonetheless he held it up. So he walked through the double doors and into the preparatory school for another day of classes and false idol-hood. His ?friends? would greet him by his locker, in hopes of what he did not know. A groan came out of his mouth as he opened his locker and saw her coming down the hallway. The ever present annoyance of Nicole. Fawning over him like every other woman. The continuance of the day showed only sight of being the same dull beating drum of the last 18 years.

//But I'm still right here, giving blood and keeping faith. and I'm still right
Here.
But I'm still right here, giving blood and keeping faith. and I'm still right
Here.//

?So Heero, your father and I have arranged living quarters for you in Boston next year. An apartment overlooking the city. It will be a small commute to school, but I?m sure you won?t mind.? His mother?s voice resonated off the wooden walls and oak table.

?Yes ma?mn.? He said his fork picked the gourmet food in front of him.

His father, keeping with tradition was not at the table. Probably at work, or with the alumni pissing away his money on strippers. He scoffed slightly at that point. Such wastefulness and selfishness was not uncommon with his family.

He should have left this life a long time ago, keeping up this false charade was tiring, but then again so was his life. He needed something, a type of solace, but what he did not know.

//I'm gonna wait it out
If there were no desire to healThe damaged and broken met along this tedious path i've chosen here,
I certainly would've walked away by now.
I still may. and i still may.
Be patient.
I must keep reminding myself of this...//

?If you join today you can be an army of one. A team player for our jocks out there, and with this you will get a chance to better yourselves as well as a chance at viewing the world.? The army recruiter walked off stage quickly as another career speaker came up.

Heero stared out onto the stage of the auditorium. His eyes watching the man leave the stage. His friends surrounding had fallen asleep at this point so he was alone as he watched the presenters.

?The Army.? a random thought ran through his head.

?Equality as a team.? The thoughts kept coming.

He could have left along time ago, and the opportunity was here again. Freedom. He could and he should.

//If there were no rewards to reap,
No loving embrace to see me through this tedious path I've chosen here,
I certainly would've walked away by now.
And i still may. and i still may. and i still may.//

The recruiter or Sergeant Duffy, as he was called, put his hand out to give Heero the documents.

?Mr. Yuy sign these as soon as possible and return them back to our office as soon as possible. Have you decided what MOS you want?? The gruff voice of Duffy tore throughout the office.

?Occupation? Not yet, I?ll choose when I return the paperwork.? Heero took the manila folder that held what would soon be his life.

//I'm gonna wait it out.
I'm gonna wait it out.
Gonna wait it out.Gonna wait it out.//

The screaming that had happened at the table that night, the one night his father had finally been home, was loud. However it was expected. It bothered him that they had wanted to buy his way in though. Buy a commission as an officer. That wasn?t why he was going in however, it was to be with the other soldiers, to be an equal and not looked up to, but it was what his parents wanted. So like the coward he felt he was, he gave in to them. He?d go to college, and they?d forget about his ?incidental outburst?.

So seated in front of his desk, he pushed the manila folder over the edge and into the trash can next to the desk. Sighing he recited his patient manta.

[teardropdangel]

What an interesting twist on the story. Usually, it's Relena who is the bored, rich one. Very interesting. I wanna know what Heero's doing to do. Keep more coming.

Disclamier: Fuck off lawyers

[Mellie]

Interesting start, Joe. Continue, or else

[lilac310]

same as everyone else....this is an interesting start...can't wait to have Relena around, though...

[krzkid]

do you have more of this out? it's very interesting