Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Sweet Lullaby ❯ Emotions ( Chapter 12 )

Warning: This chapter has more foul language then the other ones.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing... sadly.

Italics are for thoughts.

Sweet Lullaby

Chapter 12: Emotions

 

“According to the definition of the word normal, it consists of a certain standard, pattern, level or type. Something also to be known as typical… It is definitely not typical to be taking care of a child who doesn't even belong to me, watching over Evie who is like a child herself and meeting the rest again…” Heero told himself.

The life you were holding before this came along however, was it typical to you? His inner voice replied back.

Heero's conscious never had talked back to him in fact he had always wondered if he indeed had a one at all.

“Am I supposed to answer that?” Heero amused himself by replying back to none other than himself.

What are you afraid of?

“What is there to be afraid of?”

That's exactly your problem…

He frowned at the incoherent thoughts that were coming to mind, especially since they were things he wouldn't tell himself at all. He stopped his inward debate when Evie had a look of loathing of the place they had been brought to. Not your typical police department, given that the colonies crime rate was very low.

“What is this dump?” She asked with repulsion.

“You're new home away from home…” the young cop cracked a sour joke, “until we finish with the investigation.” He led them to a room that had two cells, one unoccupied and another one with two undesirable looking men, who looked like they were glad that some entertainment had just arrived for them exclusively.

Evie was glad that there was at least one empty cell and prayed that Heero wasn't the one stuck with those two. But her prayers and hopes were twisted and turned against her when they were both shoved in the same cell with the other two men. They both had tattoos on their arms and a different amount of black tears that were also tattooed in their faces. While the big buffed man hollered like he was a wolf in heat, the other man to his right who seemed even smaller then Heero but no less dangerous, licked his lips at the sight of Evie.

“Place your hands on the opening so that I may remove your cuffs,” the cop ordered once they were inside the cell. He couldn't help but give his notorious death glare. It wasn't right for him to place Evie in the same cell with them at least not when another one was empty. The cop jumped a bit at his stone cold glare, his eyes strong enough to make him shake. He immediately backed off as soon as he had removed the `criminals' cuffs. Heero reluctantly went and sat across from Evie with his glare still plastered onto his face from the situation he gotten them into. Feeling a mixture of anger and sadness from leaving Mai alone, his biggest priority was now out of his hands.

“I failed.”

Indeed you failed miserably. You managed to imprison yourself, Evie, and you managed to lose the little girl. How quaint… You do realize that you never even made any kind of mistake when you were fighting?

“I did make mistakes... even then… many mistakes.”

That you regret?

“Yes.”

His inner dialogue was now beginning to get to him. It wasn't like he ever paid attention to his own feelings even though he always stated to act upon emotions. He had been a hypocrite all this time. To himself and to his mentor Odin Lowe who he promised that he would do so. All he had done was act on instinct, like any animal would. The remorse he felt about his mistakes however, was the only gist of humanity he had left.

Evie was also upset at Heero but knew that if she were to press his buttons he'd explode and only make the situation worse. It didn't make it any better for her situation that the short guy was eyeing her with the most lustful gaze. She reflectively wrapped her arms around her waist trying to cover herself up with the thin night robe that was short and barely covered her up. The cops had given her and Heero no time to let them dress properly. She did her best to look away and the other man grabbed her attention. He was actually staring at Heero with the same lustful eyes the short one had given her. She shuttered at the thought and told herself to stay calm or situation was bound to get bad.

Heero eyes were closed, like he was ignoring everything around him. One knee up holding his arm made Evie noticed that he was in fact aware of his surroundings. This kept her a bit more serene. “Stay calm, stay clear… just ignore it, just ignore it.”

But as if the short man was reading her mind, he grinned; it was a sly kind of grin that precipitated his intentions.

“Don't you look yummy… You're the type I would love to fuck over and over,” his voice was raspy and vile, “I bet you have never done it with a real man…”

“I bet you have…” Evie bit her tongue. “No Evie, don't say anything, you'll just make it worse.” Evie moved closer to the corner doing her best to ignore the men's presence and trying to avoid her thoughts to become comebacks of their own. Even though he was on the other corner of the small cell he manifested a strong and defiant stare.

“Look at your perky breasts… I wish I could bury my head in them,” he said while licking his lips. “I wish you could bury yourself under the ground…” Evie thought to herself, she was by far disgusted and embarrassed. She crossed her arms tighter around herself as she saw the man get up from his spot. She directed her view to Heero who was still with his eyes closed and not making any movement whatsoever.

“Heh. What are you expecting your man to come to the rescue? I must admit, he is a pretty boy. Don't worry. Junior will take good care of pretty boy over there. In fact he'll treat him so good you won't mean anything to him after he's through with him… he'll just like the taste of dick…” He cackled along with the other big man who just looked like he was about to eat Heero alive.

Evie's blood began to boil and a quick hint of panic made her hair stand on end. Both men were approaching them separately. Evie backed up slowly while maintaining her gaze on Heero who didn't even budge.

“Baby, baby, nice legs, when do they open?” He cackled while he got closer to her.

She took a defensive posture. “Nice mouth, when does it shut?”

“Sassy!! And I thought you were just a stuck up cunt.” He gave her a toothy smile showing off a gold tooth. He removed his shirt taunting her every time he took a step, while the other man laughed at the horrified face she had. His whole body was tattooed, from demons and to woman in submission. “What? You don't like tattoos? See these tears… each one represents someone I sent to hell. Now if you and that little faggot man of yours don't want to be added to my collection… you will cooperate. Or we will have to add more tears to my face…” His voice was raspy and menacing, moving his hands in rhythm with his tone. “Now what do you say to a lil' fuck?”

Evie found it hard to swallow. She was in deep. They were in deep. “I'd say leave me alone, little fuck!”

“And you kiss your mama with that mouth?” He amused, making a tsk tsk sound afterwards. He finally got fed up and crushed her violently to the wall. He pressed one arm to her neck cutting off her air supply, his other hand explored up her legs. A tear rolled down her cheek, she tried with everything she could to move him but she had underestimated his strength. “You will now know what it feels to be like with a real man…” He licked his lips once again. His anticipation was growing and his arousal fed from the fear in her eyes.

However if he had noticed that Heero was not your average guy but in fact someone far more dangerous than both of the criminals combined, he would've never turned around as soon as he felt someone touch him on the shoulder.

Which is exactly what the short man did. “What do you want? Go play with pretty boy over-” His sentence was cut as soon as he realized he was talking to `pretty boy' himself. He turned to see where he was supposed to be sitting and hoped he was imagining the whole thing. His partner in crime was knocked out cold. “Ho.. how… what?” he stuttered. Shocked he was and now he was standing before him.

Heero looked at him with furious eyes; he graced him that much before he punched him in the face. But this time Heero would not just knock him out cold like he did to his buddy. This time he was going to enjoy beating the soul out of him, especially for touching and hurting Evie like he did. Heero could only imagine to how many other helpless women he had done the same thing to and that just fueled the flame and anger inside of him. He didn't speak, but his eyes reflected the disgust he felt for men like him and his kicks and punches also did the same. The short man tried to fight back but he was no match for the infamous Heero Yuy.

Evie recovered from the shock and watched as Heero fought the man. She had never seen someone fight like that before. Everything was calculated and precise. A gasp escaped her lips when she saw the enormous man that was supposed to be knocked out get up from where he was. “Heero watch out!!” She screamed warning him that he was about to be attacked from behind.

Heero's reflexes, however, had warned him already. A back kick and he sent the big buffed man flying backwards. A smirk came by his face that Evie could not dismiss. It seemed he was actually enjoying himself. Evie for once was very frightened to see this side of Heero, she had never seen him fight or any of the guys, except Wufei who defended her once. But it was then that she was reminded they had been a soldier after all, `this' was probably child's play to him.

In fact Heero was enjoying himself so much that he was barely using any kind of serious force. Not until, the short one got up and licked the blood from his lips, “Well… well… you're no ordinary guy aren't ya? Well let me just tell you that I'm not one either…”

Heero still didn't respond. But all that the short guy was doing was diverting his attention so that the big guy would be able to grab Evie, making it yet even more unfair, or so they thought. He smiled when he saw that the man had successfully captured the girl. “Play nice pretty boy. Or the bitch dies… you decide,” he warned him as he made a signal to the capturer to show him what they meant. The buffed man placed his large hand on Evie's neck and began to choke her, just to show that they meant business. Heero did not show any emotion whatsoever and was not even alarmed. With one swift motion he managed to head lock the short man who was bewildered by his speed. The big guy released Evie to go aid his partner, just as Heero had expected.

Evie's knees felt weak, she softly slumped to the ground as she gasped for air. Her sight was blurry but she could almost see what was going on. Heero was going out of control. He was beating them like there was no tomorrow. Both men were coughing blood, barely moving, yet Heero didn't seem to stop. A shiver went through her spine with the thought of “He's going to kill them…” and as soon as she regained her strength she got up and ran to him. Her arms wrapped around his waist and her head buried on his back.

“Please. Please, stop it…” she whispered. Her hands and her barely audible words made him stop immediately. His eyes opened wide, he had gone into a trance just like the way he did when he went into battle. He tilted his head as he stared at his hands which were tainted red. He collapsed but to his surprise Evie never let go. He turned and looked at her eyes directly, like he was trying to find something. She caressed his cheek softly and murmured, “Its okay.” But was it really? That question hit Heero's mind. He usually had everything under control and just now reality just seemed to have taken a toll on him. He felt safe while he was fighting? Any normal person would just stay away from it. But he wasn't normal; it was proven once again.

Evie ended eye contact with him and grabbed his left hand first and began wiping the blood from his fist as best as she could with her night robe. Heero watched speechless as the girl continued to do the same with his other hand. He wondered if she wasn't mad for this whole ordeal. After all he was at fault for all of it. His hands were merely red but the blood was off and on Evie's robe, which she did her best in concealing it from her own robe, just in case either of the cops barged in. It was miracle that no one had heard the ruckus. But then again the crooked cops probably expected it to be the other way around and left them just so they could turn a blind eye. Heero's hands turned to fists once more just thinking of it. She smiled sympathetically at him, “Thank you, for helping me…” she said.

Heero looked at her neck. It was red with finger marks on it. Her eyes were becoming a bluish kind of color from the bruise. Her legs had also some finger marks. His gaze went back up to her eyes, he touched her face gently, not really thinking about anything else but just looking at her. The action followed afterwards wasn't expected or planned. He just knew he had to, if at least one damn thing he knew he had to pull through was to start following what he preached… to act on his emotions. He pulled her face closer to his, her eyes widened and a small yelp escaped her mouth as his lips graced hers. She didn't pull back, instead she closed her eyes her hands found his waist once again, while he entwined his fingers on her short hair deepening the kiss. For once he felt that the kiss meant something, she meant it. Not like last time. This one felt real.

:Flashback:

 

He felt lost. He had been lost for a long time and when he thought he had found himself, the person who was trying to help him get his humanity back, dies. After Quatre's accident, Heero decided to find the answer to a question he, himself did not know. He traveled to different affected colonies trying to find his peace. In each colony he tried to help rebuild what he helped destroy for the sake of peace. Ironic. He thought. The way he had to destroy and kill just to obtain something that was so idealistic and pure. But each time he could feel it was worth it, watching the children play even if it was on the rubble. It had been worth it, even if he and the others sacrificed their own humanity in the process.

Every day it was a day of feeling nothing, he was always trying to find something. Paint and model glue on his hands didn't give him the answer, and oh how he died when he looked at the rest smiling, loving life and all he knew was how to fight. Sometimes his days were just full of cold stares and rainy days.

In his mind was a simple thought. “Everything is beautiful as long as I'm not there…”

Evie who was on her own quest of “helping out” as her cover up, for in reality all she wanted was to rebel against her parents. Get away from them and everything else. Things had not been looking up as she expected in her life either. She had barely suffered in war, she had been lucky enough to be shielded like most of the rich spoiled brats she went to school with. Only seeing some people die and mobile suits every once in a while when she was in the Sanc Kingdom studying at Saint Gabriels along with other children of pacifist politicians. She was detached from the war, with only being able to criticize and watch from afar. So a few years after the war she decided she would put her studies to practice and begin using her architectural skills. She knew it would make her stepfather mad that she would choose to go help design low cost buildings, with solid foundations, it would be a loss for one of his architecture companies.

In two different colonies Evie had bumped into Heero unintentionally. She remembered the boy from the wedding of her best friend, having a few bad moments with him that day. The first time Heero made sure she didn't say more than `Hello'. But the second time around he did not have such luck. By that time he was low on cash and that colony was so devastated that even its economy was in the gutter. Evie offered him a place to stay and some food, but he declined. Nevertheless she kept on insisting for a whole week. By that time he realized he was cold at night and starving.

Evie didn't question his actions and he didn't question hers. And maybe that was what kept him around her. He helped her in some projects, while she offered him food and a place to stay on their trip. Even though Heero was never the type to talk, she felt some sort of comfort to have someone with her, even if their reasons were different. She noticed that Heero was barely living in his skin. She confronted him about it and it surprised her that he gave her an answer.

“I don't know how to live. Not even depression is my friend.”

She stared at him blankly and for some reason she actually understood him. Her job was soon done in one of the colonies; Heero had come to wonder why he'd stayed so long in one colony.

“Where are you headed now?” She asked him during their last night together, not really expecting him to answer.

“I don't know where I'm heading. All I know is that I'm trying to forget where I've been…”

She looked at him, each time he just seemed more intriguing with his coldness and void. Never had she met someone quite like him. But even so she didn't want to make an effort to understand him for she didn't even understand herself. “I'm just so sick of lying,” she felt compelled to confess that much. “I just wished God would show me the silver lining.”

He had never believed in God. He had never been introduced to him in any way. This made him wonder. “Well if God does exist… my head is full of hell,” he stated.

Evie smiled at him, “Even though this world might seem like it's a jail. There is always a way out… Gradually you find yourself erasing things you don't like… finding comfort in the sickest womb. You just have to learn a better way out that won't leave you bruised afterwards.”

He couldn't help but quirk an eyebrow. Giving it a thorough thought, her words did make sense in an eclectic kind of way.

“I was told once that life is a play and that the whole world is the stage. If I had a prayer it would be that the show ends the same way every day from now on.” He gazed at the stars while he said it. As if he in fact was making out a prayer and Evie couldn't help but watch him intensely. He turned and could see her grey eyes not leave his for a really long time. The atmosphere was just right, but their hearts were somewhere else.

That night led to many temptations that Heero thought he would never have again. He learned that part of his human self was still there. But even so, their night together was meaningless. He could not love, for he did not know what it was like. And her heart belonged to someone else. That night they both shared bodies and became one in flesh… but not in soul. His first time had been done with passion yet without love. Both agreed it was just a time of weakness and temptation, even if part of them thought otherwise.

After that night Evie asked him to come along with her to Earth, but he decided he wasn't ready to go back there yet and they went their separate ways. Never to know if they would be in contact again, but like she had said, he managed to erase a few bad memories and replaced them with a new one unconsciously.

:End Flashback:

Their kiss was broken off when they heard a loud commotion getting closer. They stared in different directions. Evie was flushed and Heero dissimulated a rosy color of his own. The moment became awkward.

“Crap! What am I doing? I can't even look at him straight in the eyes…” Evie was nervous and fidgety and thanked the heavens when a loud Wufei came barging through the door, Trowa was right next to him and behind them was the annoyed young cop.

“I told you, you cannot go back there. I could have you arrested!” The young cop menaced.

“And I could have you fired if I wanted! You are a dishonor to yourself, to your fellow companions and to your whole family!” Wufei elevated his voice in a military tone while he shoved the preventer badge to his face.

“Ye…yes sir!” he stuttered. He barely saw the badge but he knew it was wiser not to mess with either one of them.

Trowa cocked both eyebrows at the spectacle in Heero's and Evie's cell. Both of them were in the middle of the two men who seemed somewhat lifeless.

“What happened here?” Trowa asked, although he was pretty sure he had an idea.

The young cop approached them shock embedding his face. “What… who is responsible for this?”

Evie stood up in front of Heero, “They both began to fight… we just moved and they knocked each other out.”

The cop was skeptical. “You…” he pointed to Heero, “show me your hands.”

Heero did as he was told, his hands were surprisingly clean just a bit red but the cop didn't have enough proof to blame him, since there was no scratch on him.

“You heard the woman. Now let them go… or do I need to remind you who's daughter you happened to have arrested?” Wufei ordered and at the same time he reminded him of what he had told him before.

The young cop complied but not in a good manner. His first bust was ruined and he had learned that he had messed with the wrong person. “Ms. Evelyn Deverou I ask for your forgiveness I was just trying to do my job,” he avoided her gaze while he apologized.

Evie stared at him perplexed that she finally found out her last name. She knew her last name came in handy every once in a while but she had promised herself not to use it as a means to escape her problems anymore. Heero too couldn't help but be surprise at hearing that last name. It couldn't be that that she was actually related to `the Deverou's' as in Rina Deverou, the annoying witch born to make everyone's life miserable.

“How did you know we were here?” Evie questioned Wufei, surprised since they didn't even get to make any call.

“Trowa went to pay you guys a visit and he saw the cops wrecking Heero's place up. He then called me,” Wufei explained.

Evie blinked a few times before she turned to Trowa and gave him a smirk. “Well my hero. Thanks clown…”

Trowa rolled his eyes and nodded in acceptance to her poor attempt at thanking him. Heero placed a hand on his shoulder, showing his gratitude, to which Trowa nodded once again in understanding.

“Where is Mai?” Heero finally asked.

“I thought she would be here…” Wufei's voice trailed off. Heero's face went pale as did Evie's and Trowa had a worried look all the same.

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Duo stood his ground. He was not going to give up that easy. But the more he fought back, the more he was tortured. The drugs had made his gaze hazy but they hadn't kicked in enough for him to avoid feeling the pain. He began high kicking the shadows he saw, but soon he found himself being grabbed by his arms, but it wasn't enough even for the huge muscled man to stop him from fidgeting. It took another one to keep him from moving entirely. Just so that another one, equally as huge, began using his fist to punch one time after another in his loins. It didn't take long for his blood to gush out of his mouth. Receiving hits on his face afterwards and kicks to his whole body. Even so he got up every time.

“You're a sly one Duo Maxwell. You see… if you would've abided by my rules this wouldn't be happening to you right now.”

Duo did his best to try and see the man who was responsible for this but just like his big torturers. He had a ceramic like mask that only covered half of his face, while the other men had masks that depicted an executioner. He could not understand why he would go all the way to hide his identity. His adrenaline was on high and he was more pissed then he ever. He lounged at him while he screamed bloody murder. The man didn't budge for he was secure with the eight men that were now there at his service to protect him and to make sure Duo paid dearly for trying to escape.

“I will kill you, you bastard!” He screamed as soon as he was grabbed once more, expecting the worse.

Just as he was about to receive another blow, the door opened with huge force. There stood a man with his hand to his heart gasping for air and he barely managed to say, “Stop this madness!”

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I truly apologize for the late update! I hope you can forgive me… this probably wasn't the best chapter. But I do hope that it was at least… salvageable. And yes that was my crappy attempt for a cliff hanger… or so I think.

I want to thank my wonderful beta CA as always for taking the time out of his busy schedule to beta this story and chapters.

Thank you to the wonderful people that reviewed it is because of you that I keep this story going and it makes me so happy to know that you are still enjoying it. You have no idea how much!

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So now to thank from the bottom of my heart:

Tynidarkangel, Hikaru Itsuko.