Title: Trust 1/13
Author: Canisa
Warning: shounai, angst, murder, OCC, AU (no gundam!)
Paring: none as of now. But later on 1+2 and 3+4
NOTE: This is set in our time. No gundam. Alternative Universe. It may seem that Heero is very wimpy as of now, but there is a reason to it! I promise if you have patience you will find out why ^_^ I hope the idea that Heero seems to be weak is not offending anyone ^_^ anyway, C&C welcomed!
Beta reader - Misuzu Gowa, Lionna Mouri
Prologue -blood-
There was blood everywhere. It was on his pale green shirt, on his shoes and his blue jeans. There was just too much red. Feeling dizzy, the slender boy tumbled back a few steps and propped himself against the cold wall. He had trouble breathing for he still didn't recover from the shock.
Inhale.
Exhale.
They were just simple reflexes yet the boy could not perform the easy task naturally. The boy looked down on his trembling hands. Metal mixed with blood. And the red substance was trickling down his palm and dripping on the floor. So much, so much blood. What had he done? He nervously threw a glance at the body on the floor.
Is he dead?
The boy dropped his gun and inched his way toward the body. He kneeled down. Hesitant at first, he finally made up his determination and extended his hand to touch the long strands of silky golden hair. A feeling of reminiscence washed over the boy.
Suddenly, the body.. no, the man moved. The malicious bloody face turned and looked directly into the shaken boy's blue eyes. And the man's left hand grabbed the boy's shoulder and pulled him close. The man placed his bloody face near the boy's ears. "I love you, Heero. But I had to do what I have to do.."
The boy held his breath, too shocked to move.
The bloody man slowly brought his right hand toward the boy's back. A bloody dagger was held tightly in the same bloody hand.
The bloody man whispered again. "Forgive me, Heero." This time the boy could feel the bloody lips bush lightly against his sensitive earlobe. The boy shivered as the cold metal pressed against his spin.
"HEERO!!" Suddenly the door was broken down and two figures swiftly rushed in. And then there was a gunshot fired near the boy. So loud that the boy could still hear the ringing in his ears. The boy looked down and found himself supporting a limp body.
More blood.
The two figures, one with blond hair and one with black hair, rushed to the boy's side. The boy was exhausted by now. He pushed the still body away from him and lost himself in the comfort of the darkness.
Chapter 1 -Encounter-
3 years later.
Unlike the uncaring students around him, Heero Yuy paced down the crowded high school corridor quickly for he did not wish to be late to the computer programming class. He was seventeen, thin with messy brown hair and a pair of perpetual cold blue eyes. But despite his stoic expression, people always noticed him, males and females all alike. They simply could not resist his cold beauty.
"Slow down, there is plenty of time, pretty boy" Treize, the captain of the football team, placed his almost-too-friendly hand on Heero's slender shoulder from behind. Treize was a tall man comparing to Heero, who was around 5 feet 2 inches.
Heero tensed and stopped abruptly. But before he could turn back, the new captain of fence team rescued him.
"Let him go Treize, I thought you were an honorable man." The equally petit size Chinese man spoke monotonously.
"My my, aren't you the prince coming to rescue, Wufei?" Despite Treize's teasing tone, the football captain let go of Heero's shoulder and visibly stepped back a few steps. However, his icy blue eyes seemed to want to consume the man in front of him alive. Treize had seen his opponent's fencing match last week. Treize knew his strength.
Heero's rescuer paid no attention to Treize's words nor his actions. He merely pushed the still tensed Heero lightly from the back. "Let's go, Yuy."
"Ah" Heero replied.
"Heero, are you all right?" After Treize and his team left in frustration, a blond short haired boy of their age silently came to Heero and Wufei's side. He lightly touched Heero's right arm.
"This is injustice, if that bastard dare touches Yuy again, I will smash his nose into his face." Wufei growled under his breath.
The blond gave Wufei a weak smile. "Wufei, we just transferred to this school last month.... we should stay low.."
Wufei gave a snort.
The blond turned his attention back to his friend. "Heero.is everythin..."
"Quatre, I'm fine." Heero did not look at Quatre. His steps quickened.
"Heero.. you know." Being cut off the first time, Quatre tried and failed yet again.
"We are late." With that, Heero quietly walked into the computer room and slid into his seat smoothly.
Quatre and Wufei looked at each other and then both turned and looked worriedly at Heero before each took his seat next to Heero's right side and left side.
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"Jack Mason?" Mr. J asked
"Here." A boy answered.
"Duo Maxwell?" Mr. J read down the attendance list.
No one answered and Mr. J lifted his head. "Maxwell?" His eyes started to get irritated. "Anyone seen Duo Maxwell?" Mr. J's patience was not heard in his raised voice.
"He was down by the gym" a boy answered.
" I saw him too, he was playing basketball." A girl seconded.
Suddenly the door opened and Duo sauntered in, casually arrogant in a simple white T-shirt and a pair of faded blue jeans. Even though his long chestnut hair was trapped in a braid, small strands of silky hair somehow escaped.
"How's it going, teach?" Duo had a big grin plastered on his heart-shaped face. Both of his hands were in his packet.
Already irritated, Mr. J's voice was even more cold and stiff. "Maxwell, you are late."
Duo causally threw a glance at the clock above Mr. J's head. "Only by a few minutes." Duo dragged the chair loudly away from his desk and sat down, swinging his feet up on to the desk. "How's it going, Nick?" Already forgot about Mr. J, Duo asked the boy next to him.
The boy shrugged. "Not bad, Maxell. Beat up any old ladies this morning on the court?"
"Do You have a pass? Maxwell?" Before Duo could continue his casual conversation with his neighbor, Mr. J asked in a very irritated tone. "or an excuse?"
Duo comically checked his pocket, pulling the inner lining out. No pass fell out of his pocket. Duo lifted his head and his laughing violet eyes met Mr. J's stern eyes. "Nope. Not here. Maybe I dropped it on the way."
"Well, suppose you walk to the main office and get yourself another one." Mr. J coldly said.
By this time, everyone in the room, including Heero, was watching the showdown between the teacher and the student.
"Walk aaaaallllll the way down there by myself?" Duo made his voice tremble.
Most of the class laughed.
"What a clown!" Wufei murmured, his eyes full of detest.
Even the kind- hearted Quatre was giving a disapproving look at the long haired troublemaker.
Heero, however, was still wearing an expressionless face.
"Look, I have a class to teach. I do not want to waste my time or everyone else's" Mr. J tried his best to control his voice. "Now get to the office!" The control was slipping.
Tilting his head, Duo looked at Mr. J and pretended to look confused.
"Okay, Maxwell, you pull this stunt everyday, I am tired of it. Now either you go to office now, or I will have the office people come down here and drag you out."
"Yes sir, thank you SIR!" Duo jumped up and knocked down the chair noisily. He gave a perfect military salute to Mr. J. He marched toward the door, spinning around when he reached it. He scanned the room with an air of authority of a general. Slowly he nodded, "Good work, J. Keep up with it." With that, he closed the door and left with a room full of laughter.
"Clown." Wufei spit out the word, frowning at the door.
Quatre nodded and turned sideway to look at Heero. To his surprised, Quatre caught slight amusement from Heero's usual stoic face. A corner of his mouth twisted upward as if he was smirking at the incident. However, before Quatre could make any remark, Heero's cold expression slipped back. And Quatre was lost in thought.
Author: Canisa
Warning: shounai, angst, murder, OCC, AU (no gundam!)
Paring: none as of now. But later on 1+2 and 3+4
NOTE: This is set in our time. No gundam. Alternative Universe. It may seem that Heero is very wimpy as of now, but there is a reason to it! I promise if you have patience you will find out why ^_^ I hope the idea that Heero seems to be weak is not offending anyone ^_^ anyway, C&C welcomed!
Beta reader - Misuzu Gowa, Lionna Mouri
Prologue -blood-
There was blood everywhere. It was on his pale green shirt, on his shoes and his blue jeans. There was just too much red. Feeling dizzy, the slender boy tumbled back a few steps and propped himself against the cold wall. He had trouble breathing for he still didn't recover from the shock.
Inhale.
Exhale.
They were just simple reflexes yet the boy could not perform the easy task naturally. The boy looked down on his trembling hands. Metal mixed with blood. And the red substance was trickling down his palm and dripping on the floor. So much, so much blood. What had he done? He nervously threw a glance at the body on the floor.
Is he dead?
The boy dropped his gun and inched his way toward the body. He kneeled down. Hesitant at first, he finally made up his determination and extended his hand to touch the long strands of silky golden hair. A feeling of reminiscence washed over the boy.
Suddenly, the body.. no, the man moved. The malicious bloody face turned and looked directly into the shaken boy's blue eyes. And the man's left hand grabbed the boy's shoulder and pulled him close. The man placed his bloody face near the boy's ears. "I love you, Heero. But I had to do what I have to do.."
The boy held his breath, too shocked to move.
The bloody man slowly brought his right hand toward the boy's back. A bloody dagger was held tightly in the same bloody hand.
The bloody man whispered again. "Forgive me, Heero." This time the boy could feel the bloody lips bush lightly against his sensitive earlobe. The boy shivered as the cold metal pressed against his spin.
"HEERO!!" Suddenly the door was broken down and two figures swiftly rushed in. And then there was a gunshot fired near the boy. So loud that the boy could still hear the ringing in his ears. The boy looked down and found himself supporting a limp body.
More blood.
The two figures, one with blond hair and one with black hair, rushed to the boy's side. The boy was exhausted by now. He pushed the still body away from him and lost himself in the comfort of the darkness.
Chapter 1 -Encounter-
3 years later.
Unlike the uncaring students around him, Heero Yuy paced down the crowded high school corridor quickly for he did not wish to be late to the computer programming class. He was seventeen, thin with messy brown hair and a pair of perpetual cold blue eyes. But despite his stoic expression, people always noticed him, males and females all alike. They simply could not resist his cold beauty.
"Slow down, there is plenty of time, pretty boy" Treize, the captain of the football team, placed his almost-too-friendly hand on Heero's slender shoulder from behind. Treize was a tall man comparing to Heero, who was around 5 feet 2 inches.
Heero tensed and stopped abruptly. But before he could turn back, the new captain of fence team rescued him.
"Let him go Treize, I thought you were an honorable man." The equally petit size Chinese man spoke monotonously.
"My my, aren't you the prince coming to rescue, Wufei?" Despite Treize's teasing tone, the football captain let go of Heero's shoulder and visibly stepped back a few steps. However, his icy blue eyes seemed to want to consume the man in front of him alive. Treize had seen his opponent's fencing match last week. Treize knew his strength.
Heero's rescuer paid no attention to Treize's words nor his actions. He merely pushed the still tensed Heero lightly from the back. "Let's go, Yuy."
"Ah" Heero replied.
"Heero, are you all right?" After Treize and his team left in frustration, a blond short haired boy of their age silently came to Heero and Wufei's side. He lightly touched Heero's right arm.
"This is injustice, if that bastard dare touches Yuy again, I will smash his nose into his face." Wufei growled under his breath.
The blond gave Wufei a weak smile. "Wufei, we just transferred to this school last month.... we should stay low.."
Wufei gave a snort.
The blond turned his attention back to his friend. "Heero.is everythin..."
"Quatre, I'm fine." Heero did not look at Quatre. His steps quickened.
"Heero.. you know." Being cut off the first time, Quatre tried and failed yet again.
"We are late." With that, Heero quietly walked into the computer room and slid into his seat smoothly.
Quatre and Wufei looked at each other and then both turned and looked worriedly at Heero before each took his seat next to Heero's right side and left side.
----------
"Jack Mason?" Mr. J asked
"Here." A boy answered.
"Duo Maxwell?" Mr. J read down the attendance list.
No one answered and Mr. J lifted his head. "Maxwell?" His eyes started to get irritated. "Anyone seen Duo Maxwell?" Mr. J's patience was not heard in his raised voice.
"He was down by the gym" a boy answered.
" I saw him too, he was playing basketball." A girl seconded.
Suddenly the door opened and Duo sauntered in, casually arrogant in a simple white T-shirt and a pair of faded blue jeans. Even though his long chestnut hair was trapped in a braid, small strands of silky hair somehow escaped.
"How's it going, teach?" Duo had a big grin plastered on his heart-shaped face. Both of his hands were in his packet.
Already irritated, Mr. J's voice was even more cold and stiff. "Maxwell, you are late."
Duo causally threw a glance at the clock above Mr. J's head. "Only by a few minutes." Duo dragged the chair loudly away from his desk and sat down, swinging his feet up on to the desk. "How's it going, Nick?" Already forgot about Mr. J, Duo asked the boy next to him.
The boy shrugged. "Not bad, Maxell. Beat up any old ladies this morning on the court?"
"Do You have a pass? Maxwell?" Before Duo could continue his casual conversation with his neighbor, Mr. J asked in a very irritated tone. "or an excuse?"
Duo comically checked his pocket, pulling the inner lining out. No pass fell out of his pocket. Duo lifted his head and his laughing violet eyes met Mr. J's stern eyes. "Nope. Not here. Maybe I dropped it on the way."
"Well, suppose you walk to the main office and get yourself another one." Mr. J coldly said.
By this time, everyone in the room, including Heero, was watching the showdown between the teacher and the student.
"Walk aaaaallllll the way down there by myself?" Duo made his voice tremble.
Most of the class laughed.
"What a clown!" Wufei murmured, his eyes full of detest.
Even the kind- hearted Quatre was giving a disapproving look at the long haired troublemaker.
Heero, however, was still wearing an expressionless face.
"Look, I have a class to teach. I do not want to waste my time or everyone else's" Mr. J tried his best to control his voice. "Now get to the office!" The control was slipping.
Tilting his head, Duo looked at Mr. J and pretended to look confused.
"Okay, Maxwell, you pull this stunt everyday, I am tired of it. Now either you go to office now, or I will have the office people come down here and drag you out."
"Yes sir, thank you SIR!" Duo jumped up and knocked down the chair noisily. He gave a perfect military salute to Mr. J. He marched toward the door, spinning around when he reached it. He scanned the room with an air of authority of a general. Slowly he nodded, "Good work, J. Keep up with it." With that, he closed the door and left with a room full of laughter.
"Clown." Wufei spit out the word, frowning at the door.
Quatre nodded and turned sideway to look at Heero. To his surprised, Quatre caught slight amusement from Heero's usual stoic face. A corner of his mouth twisted upward as if he was smirking at the incident. However, before Quatre could make any remark, Heero's cold expression slipped back. And Quatre was lost in thought.