Title:The Hero
Author: AstroKender
Pairings: 1+2
Rating: mild shounen-ai
Warnings: None.
Spoilers: Follows the series.
Notes: I Need a Hero is by Bonnie Tyler
Disclaimers: I own nothing...not even my computer. So obviously GW isn't mine. Don't sue.
Where have all the good men gone and where are all the gods?
Heero looked up through a haze of pain to see a dark angel standing over him...and holding a gun. The shadowy figure was cloaked in black from head to toe. The boy seemed to blend in with the darkening twilight. For the first time since Heero had come to the Earth, he was afraid.
The figure holding the gun began to speak, in badly enunciated Japanese. "Obviously you are the bad guy here, aren't you?" He looked over to the blonde. "Are you alright Miss?"
Great. Heero thought. An American. He could hear Relena kneel next to him, asking stupidly if he was okay. Of course I'm not all right. This guy just shot me. Heero lunged for his gun.
A flare a pain seared through his leg and he slid across the deck. Damn, again? Heero lay there panting for a moment, staring up at his attacker. His eyes...they're the same color as the sky...ai [1]...indigo... He shook himself mentally. What was he thinking?
"Don't hurt yourself any further." The figure--a boy he realized, around his age-flashed his teeth in a bright smile. But Heero could see those dark eyes filled with determination. He did not try for his gun again.
"That's enough!" Relena shrieked. "Why did you have to hurt him?"
"Hey, wait a second." If Heero weren't in so much pain, he would have laughed at the bewildered expression on the boy's face.
Heero looked down in amazement. Relena was binding his wounds with strips of her blue dress. How could she be foolish enough to help him? He was about to kill her. If it weren't for the appearance of this stranger, she would have been dead.
"So, I'm the bad guy now?" Said stranger was scratching his head ruefully. He opened his mouth to speak, when a beeping cut through the air.
Where's the streetwise Hercules to fight the rise in arms?
The boy glanced at his watch, brow furrowed. "Oops, already here? I may have miscalculated the high tide."
Suddenly there was a great roaring sound from the ocean. Looking out, Heero gasped. Wing... The Gundam slowly rose out of the sea, carried by...Another Gundam? The black goliath emerged eerily from the dark waters surrounding it, like something rising from a grave.
A bright flash of light brought Heero back to the events forming on land. The boy had pulled out some sort of light-stick, and was using it to prevent Relena from getting a good look at the two Gundams. Good effort. Heero thought. But Relena would still have to be killed. She knew too much.
"Miss, I don't know what's going on here, but you'd better go home now. I'm telling you this for your sake."
Heero sneered. This boy put too much worth in human life. He should have killed the blonde for seeing his Gundam. He should have shot Heero to kill, not just to wound. The Japanese boy was determined to show him the error of such sentimentality.
He dashed for the torpedoes as bullets whizzed past him. He still isn't aiming to kill. Heero realized incredulously.
"Hey! Back off!" The boy emptied out his pistol, firing at the Japanese boy.
Isn't there a white knight upon a fiery steed?
Heero straddled the torpedoes like he would a horse. He looked once more at the figure that had caused him so much trouble. A braid...the guy has a braid...
"That's my mobile suit!" He shouted.
Heero slammed his fist down on the control panel. A burst of fire shot out of the torpedoes and they lurched forward, taking the Wing pilot with them.
"What are you doing, you idiot?" The boy on shore shouted.
Heero lost his grip and plummeted towards the dark waters. As he fell, he found himself thinking that he didn't even know his assailant's name. A pity.Heero thought wryly. He deserves to be tormented by my ghost...
"This is it...This is the end...Mission completed..."
Late at night I toss and I turn and I dream of what I need!
Duo tossed restlessly in his bed. Cobalt eyes constantly pierced his already troubled dreams. He flipped onto his back in frustration, staring blankly up at the ceiling.
That's my mobile suit!
That girl was screaming at him, hysterical. Duo ignored her and dove off the ship. He swam towards the Japanese boy, who was floating, face down. This was a feat in itself since Duo hadn't even seen this much water until a couple of days ago, and was less than the perfect swimmer. Nevertheless, he had pulled the unconscious pilot out of the water and onto the beach.
He had lain there, gasping for breath, and staring at the dark-haired boy beside him.
Duo groaned and pulled the pillow over his face. He had remembered the soldiers coming...a lot of them. He had to escape; he couldn't afford to be seen. So he had left him...the Japanese boy with the intense prussian eyes. And now he couldn't stop thinking about him.
He had hidden, of course, instead of running away. He had watched as they took the Asian boy, and followed them. He stood there as the pilot was dragged into the hospital, that blonde girl trailing behind him like a puppy. He should have left it at that.
But the medical center belonged to OZ. There was no way he was going to let another Gundam pilot stay in their clutches.
The braided boy fell back into a restless slumber, and dreamed.
I need a hero! I'm holding out for a hero till the end of the night.
Heero strained against his bindings. He had to get free! You must not let yourself be captured. He tugged viciously at his restraints, but to no avail. Damn!
A strange static noise caught his attention. Turning his head, Heero looked up to see a monitor bolted to the wall. The screen was fuzzy for a moment, and then a figure appeared. It's that boy! From last night... The boy was still wearing his black attire and his hat was pulled low, hiding his eyes. For some reason, Heero felt disappointment from that fact. The boy raised his finger to his lips, gesturing for Heero to remain quiet. His eyes were automatically drawn to that mouth, where the finger had rested so casually. Those lips suddenly moved, and the Japanese focused on what they were saying.
Of course I can read lips. He snorted silently, turning his head away. He cracked open one eyelid; he couldn't help it. The guy was still talking.
--If you'd like, I'll help you get out of here.
Heero's eyes shot open completely. Baka! Are you trying to get captured too? He shook his head vigorously, but the figure on the screen was gone.
He's got to be strong and he's got to be fast and he's got to be fresh from the fight.
A blast interrupted Heero from his troubled thoughts and his eyes shot to where the cell wall...once was. In its place was a pile of rubble and a cloud of smoke. The haze parted to reveal the braided boy, arms raised to shield his face.
Fool. Can't even get me loose without alerting the entire building.
The boy crouched down beside him and looked frantically for a way to release him. This was the first time Heero had got a good look at him up close. Chestnut hair escaped the confines of the braid to drift wildly across the boy's heart-shaped face. Wide eyes that were almost violet in color looked up at him.
"Damn!" He cursed. "How does this work?"
He's going to get himself killed if we don't hurry up. He gave one last tug and his arm broke free of the restraint. He held the bleeding appendage out towards the braided boy.
"Just give me the knife." Heero said, gesturing to the blade strapped to the black-clad thigh. "I can do it."
The braided boy just stared at him in shock. "Your arm!"
Heero growled and snatched the knife himself. He lingered for a moment, feeling the warm radiating from that well toned thigh absorb into his own cold and tired muscles. With a grunt, he pulled away and began freeing himself.
I need a hero! I'm holding out for a hero till the morning light.
Duo slipped his parachute onto the Japanese boy, tightening it to make sure it was secure. He could feel the pressure of those cobalt eyes staring at him, and he forced himself to meet their gaze.
"What are you going to use?" The dark haired boy asked softly.
"Don't worry about me." Duo grinned, patting the strange pole at his side. "I always come prepared."
The two boys ran towards the far wall. Duo yelled and threw a grenade at the window. Both pilots fell to the floor, heads covered, as the grenade blew a hole in the side of the building. Morning light filtered through the room.
Duo looked once more at the boy lying beside him. Their eyes met and held. Finally, the Japanese boy rose and ran towards the opening. Duo followed close behind.
He's got to be sure and it's got to be soon and he's got to be larger than life.
Heero shot out the window, arms spread. Below him, the braided boy also fell. How did he get ahead of me? He watched as the boy plummeted towards the ground, head first. The sun shone directly behind him, making the boy little more than a shadow. Heero held his breath.
The boy flipped upright and raised the mysterious pole high. A green flame shot out and the top began to spin. The braided boy's descent slowed dramatically. Heero closed his eyes in relief.
Why am I relieved? Why should I care what happens to this baka? Heero's thoughts raced, trying to puzzle out this mystery. The boy shouted at him from above.
"What are you doing? Open the parachute, hurry!"
I shouldn't. I need to die. I failed my mission.
"Hey! What the hell are you doing?"
I'm dying...You saved a dead man my friend...Wait a minute, my friend?
"Damn! Don't waste any more time!"
"No! Heero!" A cry shot through the air.
Automatically, Heero's hand jerked.
End Part One
[1] In the Japanese dictionary, ai means love and the color indigo (or deep violet-blue) coincidence? I think not!
(:./astrokender/hero1)
