Hey! This is my first Gundam Wing fic. So if I need any improvements,
please tell me! Hope you like!
Oh! I don't own Gundam Wing!
Pasts
"Daddy?" a little voice said. A small hand tugged at his pant leg.
Heero looked down over his book. "Yes?"
A little boy stood in front of him. His Prussian blue eyes imaging his father's own eyes. Brown hair swayed a bit as he bounded back and forth, a picture book in his hands. A smile spread across his innocent face.
"You want me to read you a story, kiddo?" Heero asked smiling himself.
The little boy nodded and bounded up in his father's lap. Heero sighed as he put down his own book and opened the picture book.
"Here we go," Heero said as his son rested his tiny head on his shoulder.
"Yes, here we go!" a voice cried. The window, behind the chair in which they were in, shattered into billions of pieces.
The boy screamed as his father rolled forward, dodging the foot that almost slammed into his back.
"Daddy!" whined the little boy clutching his father's shirt tightly.
"Give me the boy and I won't hurt him or you," the man said taking a step forward.
"No!" Heero cried as he clutched his son closer to his chest.
"Well... I guess I'm gonna have to take him from you!" The man ran forward a landed a kick to Heero's side.
Heero dodged just slightly but regretted it as it connected with his back ribcage. He stumbled forward and barely managed to keep from landing on his son.
"Heh! I thought you would put up a better fight than this! The perfect warrior reduced to this! It's a disgrace to call you the 'Best of all Gundam Pilots!'" The man came over and quickly picked up the crying boy by the collar. "Say 'Bye, bye' to your son, Heero! 'Cause you won't be seeing him soon!"
"Daddy!" the boy cried stretching his arms to his father.
The man brought out a gun and pointed it at Heero. "Say, 'bye, bye!'"
"No!" Heero cried as the man pulled the trigger. Heero felt a soft thump and pain. His world went dark in a couple of seconds...
Pasts
"Daddy?" a little voice said. A small hand tugged at his pant leg.
Heero looked down over his book. "Yes?"
A little boy stood in front of him. His Prussian blue eyes imaging his father's own eyes. Brown hair swayed a bit as he bounded back and forth, a picture book in his hands. A smile spread across his innocent face.
"You want me to read you a story, kiddo?" Heero asked smiling himself.
The little boy nodded and bounded up in his father's lap. Heero sighed as he put down his own book and opened the picture book.
"Here we go," Heero said as his son rested his tiny head on his shoulder.
"Yes, here we go!" a voice cried. The window, behind the chair in which they were in, shattered into billions of pieces.
The boy screamed as his father rolled forward, dodging the foot that almost slammed into his back.
"Daddy!" whined the little boy clutching his father's shirt tightly.
"Give me the boy and I won't hurt him or you," the man said taking a step forward.
"No!" Heero cried as he clutched his son closer to his chest.
"Well... I guess I'm gonna have to take him from you!" The man ran forward a landed a kick to Heero's side.
Heero dodged just slightly but regretted it as it connected with his back ribcage. He stumbled forward and barely managed to keep from landing on his son.
"Heh! I thought you would put up a better fight than this! The perfect warrior reduced to this! It's a disgrace to call you the 'Best of all Gundam Pilots!'" The man came over and quickly picked up the crying boy by the collar. "Say 'Bye, bye' to your son, Heero! 'Cause you won't be seeing him soon!"
"Daddy!" the boy cried stretching his arms to his father.
The man brought out a gun and pointed it at Heero. "Say, 'bye, bye!'"
"No!" Heero cried as the man pulled the trigger. Heero felt a soft thump and pain. His world went dark in a couple of seconds...