I was up all night writing this. *shrug* i'm not complaining but Mother might. lol. so who remembers this fic? Who even cares anymore? ~_~ i have a good reason why it took so long!! Our computer crashed and had to be sent to the shop. They deleted all my files and I had to go and retrieve them, which takes forrrevvverrrrr. >_< So here. I'm not happy with it, but am i ever happy with anything i do? lol..enjoy...i think.
Title: Memories (sequel to Silence)
Archived: DHML site and mine, if I stop getting lazy and put it in HTML code. >.< tedious stuff. Can't imagine anyone else wanting it.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Nothing is. Gundam Wing, everything. You name it, it ain't mine. Though there are some that I wouldn't MIND being mine...duo, heero...::trails off:: Well Officer Torren is mine. Heero's father too I guess, not that Id want him by any means. You can, though!! ::offers him to reader:: For...i dunno, practicing torture increments?
Summary: Guess who's back?
Warning: oh...c'mon. Heero's father returns. Use your little imaginations, They ARE there for a reason. Language too.
Feedback: Who actually says No to this?!
Notes: I didnt want to write this. Ive been putting it off because of it.
::hides:: But Duo and Sephy had taken to a liking of threats and Dalamar is too now that Sephy is gone and...and *sob* here.
Yessir. Thats what they told me. Officer Torren spoke into the small speaker as he drove along the roads.
Well, you must find him Torren! Immediately! That boy is in potential danger! Did you get his address? The Chiefs deep voice boomed through the receiver.
Yes sir. Of course sir. The Headmaster gave it to me. Ill head there now to check up on him.
Yes. Why dont you bring the boy down to the station so we can talk.
Sally was in a frenzy. Folders were being thrown about, papers flying around, floating gently to rest on the floor, where theyd be stepped on by impatient high heels. Sally was on a search, and up until now, shed thought her secretary room was perfectly organized. Where is that folder?? Aghhh..! She slammed her fist onto the desk, causing a ceramic figurine to topple over. She lay her head on the table and began banging it gently against the cool metal.
Is something wrong, Sally?
Sally bolted up right, plastered a smile on her face and waved the speaker in. No, Wufei, everythings fine.
Glancing around the destroyed room, Wufei eyed her thoughtfully. Oh, really. Then why is your normally sparkle-clean office suddenly a disaster area?
I cant fool you can I, Wufei?
I was a military officer.
Yes, thats right...I almost forgot. Sally gave a small smile before slumping into the padded chair behind the desk, rubbing her eyes wearily. Im trying to find Heero Yuys medical folder. It states what foster home his younger sister was sent to.
Oh, that. Wufei sheepishly held up the manilla folder with the name Yuy, Heero printed neatly on the small tab. I had borrowed it for the follow-up on him that we all have to write. I was just returning it now.
Sally snatched the folder from the offered hands and flipped through it till she found what she wanted. 53 Beaken Road. Got it. And then she ran out, leaving a very stunned, and slightly hurt, Wufei.
Heero cried out as his shirt was ripped from his back, the abrupt movement burning his upper body. He didnt really need to cry out, but it pleased his father more when he did so. And as long as his father didnt get angry at him, Duo was safe. He was, of course, Heeros first priority. His father could do whatever he liked to him because Heero was sure he could handle it. What he couldnt handle, however, was seeing Duo hurt.
Oh...my son. Ive missed that sound so much... Sharply turning the boy until his back was on the ground, the ex-prisoner straddled the boy, ripping his own shirt off in the process. Leaning forward, he lightly kissed Heeros forehead, causing the boy to squirm and fight.
Oh you want me to stop? He smirked as Heero nodded feebly. The happy face turned to one of anger as his father delivered punch after punch, in accordance to his words. I. Told. You. Not. To. Speak! Dont you listen to what your father tells you?! No one cares about you! No one ever will but me!
Officer Torren pulled into the driveway and shut off the car. Sauntering up the walk, he paused to smell the lilies growing next to the path. He looked up into the tall oak rooted in front of the tiny English Tudor and smiled up at the chirping birds singing their happy song.
He was jolted out of his reverie to the sound of a scream coming from inside the house. Yelling Police! and rushing into the house, Torren readied his gun and strode purposefully into the living room. He almost laughed. The scream had come from the television, and the room was empty. Torren, you are too paranoid! he told himself, removing his cap and moping his forehead.
A boy stumbled into the room, half of his head an ugly, purplish bruise. You...scared him away. He gave a weak smile before turning behind him and whispering through the doorway. Officer Torren couldnt hear the words, only the voice they were expressed in, a voice full of caring and compassion.
Scared who away, lad? What happened here? The officer was reluctant to near the boy, as if it would only do more damage.
The boy turned his head, braid swinging behind him. The rest of his body was still turned the other way, at the person whom he was talking to. He responded quietly. Heeros father.
Sally took the front steps by twos, impatiently ringing the doorbell. Mrs. Jones? Mr. Jones? She paced the small cemented area, looking around her at the tall house cramped between 2 of the same style. The small yard was well-kept, sky blue flowers and white daisies dotting the small flowerbed. She rang the bell again, and once more for good measure.
The flap to the mailbox opened and 2 eyes became slightly visible as a small voice piped up. Were not supposed to open the door for strangers. The eyes disappeared as she nodded. Darry said so.
Are you alone?
Darry says we cant answer that either. The mailbox flap shut.
No- wait! Sally rang the bell again and again, banging her fist against the door. I need to come in! Its very important!
How important? The voice was older, perhaps belonging to a teen.
Very! Sally insisted. Its about Relena. Shes in danger.
Relena? The voice sounded surprised and worried.
The sound of locks undoing was audible through the door and a moment later the door opened. A tall, hazel-eyed boy with dark hair that fell to his shoulders stood in the doorway. He stepped aside warily to let Sally in. He shooed children away from them and gestured at a table with mismatched chairs around it. So why is our Relena in danger?
Ignoring the officer, Duo turned to Heero, who was slumped against a wall, eyes wide and not missing a thing. Heero...its okay now. Hes gone. He spoke soothingly and reached out to touch him. Heero winced visibly and shied away from Duos hand, looking at him fearfully. Duos breath caught in his throat. Heero...Its me. Duo. Remember? He pointed to himself. Friend. Heero skittered away from him into a corner, shaking his injured head all the while.
Duo moved closer to Heero, holding out his hand. Cmon Heero, lets get you cleaned up. He went for the dark-haired boys hand but froze at the expression of unrefined fear on his face. Tears welled in Duos eyes as he sat back, looking forlornly at the one person who understood him.
Hearing footsteps behind him, Duo sprang to his feet, ready to defend Heero to the death if need be. But it was just the officer. Duo had forgotten he was here. How...how did you know to come here? Duos voice was hoarse and thick with emotion.
Officer Torren felt his stomach become sick as he saw the boy in the corner. Shirtless, countless scars littered the bronzed skin, new cuts scabbing to mingle with the old. Mangled and covered with scars, Torren wished he hadnt stopped to smell the flowers. I was sent here. He swallowed thickly. To take Heero into custody. To protect him from his father.
Duos expression hardened. You wont get him to come. He doesnt trust anyone. He looked at the boy again, forcing him to meet his eyes. Not even me...
Heero looked away.
*wrinkles nose* blech! but moving on...
comments? questions? flames?