"Why, you little --" Enraged, one of the Maguanacs started forward. Heero turned on him, and without bothering with further words, drew his gun and pointed it directly between the man's eyes. He heard the clatter of metal all around him, and tensed as he saw, out of the corner of his eye, the dozen guns that were now trained on him.
"I think you'd better make youself scarce," snarled the first Maguanac who had intercepted him. "You might think you're untouchable now, but Duo was our friend. You might not give a damn what happened to him, but if we cross paths with you again, then we will make you regret his death."
Heero eased the tip of the barrel up, pointing at the ceiling, and heard the others relax. "You understand nothing," he said coldly, and turned his back on all of them. Their eyes itched on the back of his neck, but he made himself walk slowly and unconcernedly to the exit, back into the hallways, until he finally found himself in the privacy of his quarters.
He shut the door behind him, cutting off the last of the whispers and the fascinated stares. He walked to the chair at the room's only desk, drew his gun, and began to disassemble it. It was already in perfect condition, but he cleaned each of the pieces with a methodic determination, and began to put them back together again. His hands worked with long-ingrained reflexes, leaving his eyes to stare across the room to the second, empty bed.
As he finished chambering the bullet, his fingers suddenly faltered, and he carefully set the gun down on the desk before standing and crossing the room. He crouched down, and, hesitantly, took hold of the strap of the duffle bag that held all of Duo's possessions.
In a sudden, instantaneous fury, he threw the bag against the wall. It burst at the seams, and its contents rained down around him. "Why?" he shouted, knowing that the walls were well soundproofed, that nobody would hear him. "WHY?"
In a single movement, he grabbed the frame of the bed and overturned it, the wooden frame cracking against the wall. "Why did you constantly haunt me?" he roared to its absent sleeper. "Why did I see your eyes in my head all the time? Why could I never concentrate in your presence? Why couldn't I get your smile out of my mind?"
The fury would not abate, and he grabbed ahold of one of the legs of the bed. The wood of the frame cracked, and he yanked the entire corner free from the springs and swung it, crushing and scattering Duo's possessions before the spar smashed against the wall and flew into splinters. "WHY?"
The shattered remnants of woods slipped through his fingers and clattered to the floor, bouncing. Something bright and metallic caught his eyes, and Heero slumped to his knees, eyes fixed unseeing on the silver cross that had tumbled free of the silk wrappings that had been its careful protection. "Why?" he whispered.
Re: Pocketful of Ashes
Date: 2006-02-21 08:08 am (UTC)"I think you'd better make youself scarce," snarled the first Maguanac who had intercepted him. "You might think you're untouchable now, but Duo was our friend. You might not give a damn what happened to him, but if we cross paths with you again, then we will make you regret his death."
Heero eased the tip of the barrel up, pointing at the ceiling, and heard the others relax. "You understand nothing," he said coldly, and turned his back on all of them. Their eyes itched on the back of his neck, but he made himself walk slowly and unconcernedly to the exit, back into the hallways, until he finally found himself in the privacy of his quarters.
He shut the door behind him, cutting off the last of the whispers and the fascinated stares. He walked to the chair at the room's only desk, drew his gun, and began to disassemble it. It was already in perfect condition, but he cleaned each of the pieces with a methodic determination, and began to put them back together again. His hands worked with long-ingrained reflexes, leaving his eyes to stare across the room to the second, empty bed.
As he finished chambering the bullet, his fingers suddenly faltered, and he carefully set the gun down on the desk before standing and crossing the room. He crouched down, and, hesitantly, took hold of the strap of the duffle bag that held all of Duo's possessions.
In a sudden, instantaneous fury, he threw the bag against the wall. It burst at the seams, and its contents rained down around him. "Why?" he shouted, knowing that the walls were well soundproofed, that nobody would hear him. "WHY?"
In a single movement, he grabbed the frame of the bed and overturned it, the wooden frame cracking against the wall. "Why did you constantly haunt me?" he roared to its absent sleeper. "Why did I see your eyes in my head all the time? Why could I never concentrate in your presence? Why couldn't I get your smile out of my mind?"
The fury would not abate, and he grabbed ahold of one of the legs of the bed. The wood of the frame cracked, and he yanked the entire corner free from the springs and swung it, crushing and scattering Duo's possessions before the spar smashed against the wall and flew into splinters. "WHY?"
The shattered remnants of woods slipped through his fingers and clattered to the floor, bouncing. Something bright and metallic caught his eyes, and Heero slumped to his knees, eyes fixed unseeing on the silver cross that had tumbled free of the silk wrappings that had been its careful protection. "Why?" he whispered.