Playing catch up
Mar. 9th, 2002 04:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
windandwaterEveryone was gone for the day, and Heero wandered around the GW Common Room in a bad mood. While, to the outsider, Heero Yuy was *always* in a bad mood, those who knew him well would just say he was being "Heero." But this... this was a genuine, horrid, just-kick-me-in-the-balls-while-I'm-down bad mood.
And it wasn't just his restrained libido that was talking.
The Japanese boy just didn't know what he could do to... make up to Duo. Ugh, just the thought alone made him queasy. The braided boy had steadfastly avoided him since the bunny had plinked, and everyone else in the Wing as well. Duo mostly stayed out in the Main Commons when he ventured out of his room, making sure there was *always* a big crowd around him whenever Heero was around.
Duo was afraid of him.
Heero didn't like that.
But he couldn't find a way to make it better, dammit! The other three pilots had been giving him sort of the cold shoulder as well. Not that they hadn't talked to him, or listened to him rave, or tried to be supportive, but it all basically came down to *them* telling *him* that he had to *apologize* to *Duo*. Hell, even his couterpart was against him on this one.
Heero didn't know why, but part of him clearly rejected their *order* for him to grovel. He'd followed too many orders in his life, he'd been used as a tool too many times for him to settle well with others telling him what to do. Ever since the Wars had ended, Heero had struggled to seperate himself from his former life.
He was free now.
He didn't have to follow orders.
He could think for himself.
Heero knew that it would be far too easy to fall back to his old habits and ways -- too easy for him just to do whatever anyone told him just so that *he* didn't have to think about the whys and wherefores. It would be altogether to easy for him to become a puppet again... a disposible soldier in a godsforesaken war. And Heero didn't want that.
So he shoved everyone away and tried to think of a way to fix things *himself*.
A knock on the door interrupted Heero's pacing and with a snarl he flung the door open, ready to kill the person behind the door.
But he couldn't.
Because it was his uncle/grandfather.
Gods... the relationships in Castle Anthrax were fucked up.
Eriol Hiiragizawa stood just outside the doorway, the lights from the hallway glinting off his glasses so Heero couldn't see his eyes. He stepped into the common room without being asked, a small package held in his arms. Heero quickly stepped backwards so that the dark-haired young man didn't run into him.
"Ojii-san," Heero nodded, then he scowled. "What are you doing here?"
Eriol just smiled in that "Eriol-way" and held out the package. "I'm just playing delivery boy, Heero-kun. This was found in the intermansion mail. The owl who delivered it was in quite a state. I guess it didn't expect to fly through someplace as unstable as HammerSpace."
Heero took the package from his relative warily, shaking it and inspecting the plain brown wrapping paper. It didn't *look* like a bomb...
"Don't worry, Heero-kun. It went through the usual checks and detox. The package is perfectly safe. Of course, it's what's inside that may change the way you look at the world."
Heero's attention immediately shifted from the package to his uncle. He hated it when Eriol was roundabout with his words.
"What are you talking about?" he ground out, just barely staying on the edge of civility and resisting the urge to throttle the dark-haired man.
"Who said I knew what I was talking about?" Eriol asked, turning his back to leave the common room. "Just mind what you find in that package, Heero-kun. Sometimes the answers to the simplest questions are right in front of out eyes and we don't even know it."
And then Eriol left.
After pondering the magician's words for a few moments, Heero ripped into the package and was surprised to see a black videocassete emerge. Eriol's words still ringing in his mind, Heero popped the tape into the VCR and settled down on the floor to watch.
And watch.
And watch.
Slowly, a plan started to form in his mind.
With an uncharacteristic smile on his lips, Heero rewound the tape and made sure to leave a note for Trowa, Quatre and Wufei. The Japanese boy didn't need to watch anymore. His plan was set.
It was time to catch a certain braided boy.
And it wasn't just his restrained libido that was talking.
The Japanese boy just didn't know what he could do to... make up to Duo. Ugh, just the thought alone made him queasy. The braided boy had steadfastly avoided him since the bunny had plinked, and everyone else in the Wing as well. Duo mostly stayed out in the Main Commons when he ventured out of his room, making sure there was *always* a big crowd around him whenever Heero was around.
Duo was afraid of him.
Heero didn't like that.
But he couldn't find a way to make it better, dammit! The other three pilots had been giving him sort of the cold shoulder as well. Not that they hadn't talked to him, or listened to him rave, or tried to be supportive, but it all basically came down to *them* telling *him* that he had to *apologize* to *Duo*. Hell, even his couterpart was against him on this one.
Heero didn't know why, but part of him clearly rejected their *order* for him to grovel. He'd followed too many orders in his life, he'd been used as a tool too many times for him to settle well with others telling him what to do. Ever since the Wars had ended, Heero had struggled to seperate himself from his former life.
He was free now.
He didn't have to follow orders.
He could think for himself.
Heero knew that it would be far too easy to fall back to his old habits and ways -- too easy for him just to do whatever anyone told him just so that *he* didn't have to think about the whys and wherefores. It would be altogether to easy for him to become a puppet again... a disposible soldier in a godsforesaken war. And Heero didn't want that.
So he shoved everyone away and tried to think of a way to fix things *himself*.
A knock on the door interrupted Heero's pacing and with a snarl he flung the door open, ready to kill the person behind the door.
But he couldn't.
Because it was his uncle/grandfather.
Gods... the relationships in Castle Anthrax were fucked up.
Eriol Hiiragizawa stood just outside the doorway, the lights from the hallway glinting off his glasses so Heero couldn't see his eyes. He stepped into the common room without being asked, a small package held in his arms. Heero quickly stepped backwards so that the dark-haired young man didn't run into him.
"Ojii-san," Heero nodded, then he scowled. "What are you doing here?"
Eriol just smiled in that "Eriol-way" and held out the package. "I'm just playing delivery boy, Heero-kun. This was found in the intermansion mail. The owl who delivered it was in quite a state. I guess it didn't expect to fly through someplace as unstable as HammerSpace."
Heero took the package from his relative warily, shaking it and inspecting the plain brown wrapping paper. It didn't *look* like a bomb...
"Don't worry, Heero-kun. It went through the usual checks and detox. The package is perfectly safe. Of course, it's what's inside that may change the way you look at the world."
Heero's attention immediately shifted from the package to his uncle. He hated it when Eriol was roundabout with his words.
"What are you talking about?" he ground out, just barely staying on the edge of civility and resisting the urge to throttle the dark-haired man.
"Who said I knew what I was talking about?" Eriol asked, turning his back to leave the common room. "Just mind what you find in that package, Heero-kun. Sometimes the answers to the simplest questions are right in front of out eyes and we don't even know it."
And then Eriol left.
After pondering the magician's words for a few moments, Heero ripped into the package and was surprised to see a black videocassete emerge. Eriol's words still ringing in his mind, Heero popped the tape into the VCR and settled down on the floor to watch.
And watch.
And watch.
Slowly, a plan started to form in his mind.
With an uncharacteristic smile on his lips, Heero rewound the tape and made sure to leave a note for Trowa, Quatre and Wufei. The Japanese boy didn't need to watch anymore. His plan was set.
It was time to catch a certain braided boy.
