My standard disclaimers: I don't own Gundam Wing or any of its characters. They belong to people whose names that I have forget. Gomen nasai. But I do own Misako Otani and Gundam DeathHell. I also keep a glossary at the end on every Japanese word that I have used. So, have fun. Oh, and I like to thank those people who had given me their reviews on chapter one. You have no idea how that had helped. Domo arigutou!
Lost Friend Found
II: The Stillness Before the Storm
by Silver Wing
"Lie....Mie....come back....don't leave me alone....Mie...." Heero muttered under his breath as he sleeped restlessly on his bed. From the way his eyes moved under its lids, you can clearly see that he was dreaming, not a pleasant one at that from the boy's continuos toss and turning.
Suddenly, the Japanese youth sat up on his bed, breathing hard, with the name "Mie" still lingered on his lips. His night cloth soaked with sweat, and his usual non-expressional face showed immeasurable fear. Heero got out of his bed, and paced around the small bedroom trying to control his heave breathing. It was that dream, no, nightmare again.
In the past two weeks, every night, Heero would have this horrible nightmare. In which he would find himself laying peacefully in an endless flower field, looking up at the stars under the moonlight. There would always be a strange litter girl with black hair and tense black eyes laying beside him. She would always talked to him in the most tender, gentle, and sweet tone Heero ever heard.
Suddenly, the little girl would punch Heero playfully and runaway, laughing, with Heero in close pursuit. After a while of cat and mouse, Heero would catch the litter girl, and mercilessly tagle her until she begs him to stop. They would roll in the flower field, enjoying the moment, not caring if the grass would sting their cloth.
Suddenly, the once beautiful and peacefully night sky would be sown by darkness. Mobile suits would explode at random all around the two children. Heero would hold the little girl very close to him, protecting her as if she were his life. Then a Leo would appear out of nowhere and literally pray the little girl from Heero's arms and carry her away, a way from Heero's reach, away from him. Heero would call to her by the name of "Mie", telling her to come back to him. But, she was still being taken away from him, the only thing that he had ever hold dear was being taken away from him. Finally, Heero used up all of his strength. All he could do is watch the Leo fade into the distance with a heave heart, a heart that once was full with happiness and peace. The battle filed disappeared as fast as it had appeared, leave a heartbroken boy in the endless flower filed under the bright moonlight, feeling alone, and helpless. It was at this point that Heero would wake up every night, founding himself soaked from sweat, with fear in his heart.
First, he just dismissed it like any other nightmares that he had had in the past, thinking its only cased by the continuing killing and blood shad of war, thinking that it would just go away like all the other nightmares, fade into memory, after a few days. But he was wrong. The nightmares kept on coming back every night to torture his thoughts, hunting his very existence. Whenever he closes his eyes, the nightmares will emerge, and like an endless waltz, it would play over, and over again. Tonight was no exception.
Heero sank into his bed after he had control himself. As he lay there, surrounded by total darkness, he thought back to the last two weeks. He thought about his nightmare, trying desperately to figure out what it means, what it's trying to tell him. Heero thought of the little girl in his nightmares.
Who is she? Heero thought to himself. Why do I feel like I know her? Urrg! This is getting me nowhere! Frustrated, Heero rubbed his face with his hands. You got to get some sleep, Heero Yuy. You got a mission tomorrow.
With that in mind, Heero closed his eyes, willing the sleepiness to take over. But he couldn't. Something doesn't seem right. It's like something was a miss. Heero sit up in his bed again, viewing his surroundings, listening to every single sound. Then it hit him. There's no sound coming from down stairs, or anywhere for that matter. Heero glanced at the digital clock on his nightstand, and frowned, hard. 12:08am. Misako should report in by now. Where is she?
It's been two weeks and three days since the new gundam pilot, Misako Otani, had appeared. The day after the Gundam boys' fatefully encounter with the DeathHell's pilot, the six pilots had sat down and formed a plan on how to destroy the new OZ base. They all agreed that Misako would remain undercover in the new OZ base in order to get the necessary information of its defenses system. Misako was to report in every Wednesday nights at 12:00am.
Can't sleep, Heero decided to go down stairs and wait for Misako to report in. "Where could that girl be?" Heero said to himself as he walked down the stairs, towards the living room. When he got there, he was greeted by the other four pilots, Quatre, Trowa, Wufei, and, of course, Duo.
"Can't sleep either, ne(1) Heero?" asked Duo in his usual cheerful tone, a hint of sleepiness can be heard within.
Heero didn't answer the American youth, ignoring him as he walked over to sit on a chair near the window. In the room, Trowa was sitting on the couch, his face expressionless as he read the book in his hands. Quatre was pacing around the room non-stop, concern written all over his face. While Wufei sat on the floor cross-legged with his arms crossed in front of his chest, looking very annoyed, muttering something about can't trust a woman to do a man's job. Duo was in his usual happy-go-luck mood as he sat on the couch beside Trowa, although desperately trying to stay awake.
They are all worried about Misako. Heero thought to himself as he studies each pilot. Then he turned his attention to the world outside. As Heero sat there, his thought drafted to the DeathHell's pilot.
From the little time that Heero had spent with Misako, he had found the Chinese girl to be very interesting indeed, but at the same time very mysterious. Her heart shaped face is always expressionless. Her tense black eyes betrayed no emotion, ever. She hardly talks to any one, and only does so when it's necessary. Even the ever chattering Duo couldn't get though to her. Whenever Duo would try to stir up a conversation with the DeathHell pilot, he would either be ignored, or get a death glare that promised unimaginable pain. After a few days, even Duo had given up on the unsociable girl. But Heero continued to watch the girl.
"Where is that woman? I'm not going to wait here all night for her to come back!" Heero was bought back into the present from his thoughts by Wufei's complaining. Heero turned his head at Wufei's direction, and stared at the Chinese boy with annoyance.
"Comon, Wufei. We had waited up for you when you didn't report back the last time you did that. Why can't you wait up for Misako?" Duo inquired of the Shanlong's pilot, a litter annoyed at Wufei's continuos complaining.
"Because...." Heero didn't heard the rest of the agreement between the two pilots, for his mind once again drifted into deep thought. As he sat there, unmoving, he recalled one particular conversation he had had with the Chinese girl.
~ Flashback ~
It was another beautiful midsummer night's evening. Stars twinkling in the sky and a crescent moon above, shining down on the flower garden, illuminating everything, given them a beautiful silver lining. And it was in this mythical garden that Heero was walking alone, thinking, and relaxing. Then something, or rather someone caught his eye. There was a figure that was sitting on a bench, looking up at the night sky. Apparently, Heero wasn't the only one that was up at this time of the night. Curious as to who it is, Heero made his way involuntarily towards the figure.
Who could be up at this ungodly hour of the night? Aside from myself. Heero thought as he made his way toward the bench as silently as possible. He felt that the figure looked very familiar, but he couldn't figure out whom. However, Heero's question was soon answered when the figure suddenly turned around, standing up from the bench with a gun pointed at his direction.
"Who's there?" A voice inquired in a cold tone, followed by the cluck of a gun, slicing though the silent of the night. "Heero Yuy." The Japanese pilot replyed in the same cold tone, walking into the open. As he did so, he recognized the figure to be none other then Misako Otani, the new gundam pilot who had arrived no more then two days ago. As she also recognized Heero, she slowly lower the gun, putting it back into its original hiding place, and sat back down on the bench. Heero hesitantly made his way to Misako, and sat down beside her.
A long silence had passed between the two pilots before Misako final spoke up."It's sure is beautiful isn't it?" Misako said softly as she continued looking up at the night sky.
"What is?" Heero questioned, a confused expression across his face.
" The sky, what else? It's so beautiful and calm, untouched by the sorrows and blood shad of the world below it." Misako said, still looking up the night sky. Face showed no emotion, or anything for that matter.
Heero looked up at the calm night sky, pondering on Misako's words as silence fall over them once again.
After what it felt like an eternality, Misako spoke up again. "Heero, why do you fight?"
"What do you mean?" Heero said, confused once again at Misako's question.
"I mean what I have asked you." Misako said, look up at Heero the first time of the night. "I know that when all of this started, we were fight for the colonies, but they now sees us as a thereat. To make things more confusing, OZ had spilt up into two. So, what do you fight for now? Do you still fight for the colonies, even though they had rejected us? Or do you fight for peace that would never come?"
Heero wasn't sure how to answer her, for he, himself was also confuse by the current saturation. But he knew that Misako won't take silence as an answer, so he simple answer her the way he had answer himself from time to time. "When the world around me goes crazy, I will fight for what I believe in."
"Aa. And what will that be?" Misako inquired, surprising Heero yet again.
Heero wasn't expecting her to ask him that, and searched his mind for the answer, but he didn't find any. Then an image of a certain honey-blond hair girl with sea blue eyes popped into his mind, and he found the answer he was looking for. "Peace. I believe in peace. And I'll do everything in my power to achieve that, even if I have fight for it."
"Good answer. But what will you do once you have achieved it?" Misako said, her voice never waver, still the icy monotone. "Your life would be turned upside down once again. What do people like us, who's trained to be killers, do in a time of peace? Most of us don't even know the meaning of the word "Life", me included. We live for the mission and nothing else. The war had taken everything from people like us, our innocence, our loved ones, our childhood, our soul, leaving us nothing but an empty shell. There's no place for people like us in time of peace. Peace is merely a result of war. Total peace is just a vision made by people who are afraid to fight."
"If you don't believe in peace, then what do you fight for?"Heero inquired of Misako, turning the tables on her.
An aerie silence had passed before Misako answered. "I fight for myself, for my loved ones, for my friends. I fight so no other kid would have to go though what I have been though. I fight so that no one would have to be miserable. No one would have to die any more. If I don't fight, another kid would be in my place, and he or she would suffer my fate. I fight to end this meaningless war." Misako said, tense black eyes looking directly into tense blue ones. "Is that enough of an answer for you?"
Heero didn't answer, for he did know how to. Seeing that Heero wasn't going to give her an answer, Misako stood up from her sit, looking up at the night sky once again, admiring its untamed beauty. Then she faced Heero once again as the Wing pilot also stood up from his sit, and now is standing beside her. They looked into each other's eyes for a long time before Misako spoke up. "It's late, and I have talked more then I did in a whole year. I'm going back to my room, and you should too. Good night, Heero." With that said, the DeathHell pilot turned and want back into the mansion.
"Good night, Misako." Heero said to Misako's retreating form. Then he sat back down again on the bench, looking up at the midsummer night's sky. The stars twinkled with a crescent moon above.
~ End Flashback ~
Heero smiled unconsciously at the memory, it was the only conversation that Misako had with anyone during the time she was staying at Quatre's mansion as far as Heero knows. That conversation had made Heero think of alot of things that he haven't thought of. To tell the truth, Heero didn't trust Misako one bit. So, he did some "research" on her background, looking for a flaw to it.
To Heero's surprise, the girl's record appeared flawless. Her record said that she was the daughter of one of the best OZ solider. She joined OZ at an age of 10, graduated in first place from the Pacific Academy at 12. Because of her amazing capability in almost everything, from piloting to weaponry, she rose though the ranks in just a matter of three years.
Now, as a colonel, she was highly respected and parsed by any that know her. Two years ago, for some reason, Misako suddenly disappeared from the face of the Earth only a few months after her father's tragic death. Some say she went to the colonies. Some say she had been killed, but nobody really knows her where abouts. Then three month ago, Misako appeared out of nowhere in a new OZ base, saying that she just came back from a self-given vacation, also that she need the time to sort everything out. And because of her past history, the commander of the new OZ base accepted her without any question.
As Heero did some more "research" on the new pilot, he, however, did find a flaw in Misako's so-called "flawless" record. She had no record before the age of 6. It was like she didn't even exist until she was 6. There was no birth certificate, no place of birth, and no birth date. It seemed as if Misako just came out of thin air. Heero already know "Misako Otani" wasn't the DeathHell pilot's real name.
So, what is her real name? Where did she come from? What happen to her before she was 6 years old? All those questions were driving the Wing pilot insane. Then there's the nightmare, which makes things more confusing. Annoyed, and exhausted from the all this confusion, Heero decided to just stop thinking and waited for Misako to return. IF she ever returns! Where is that girl? When I get my hands on that baka, I'll make sure that she gets the right punishment! I'll....
Just then, something caught Heero's eye. There was a form of a person in the distance. They were walking as if they had a sand bag on their back. The person was walking very slowly, one hand holding their side, another holding a gun. They were lumping as they made their way towards the gundam pilots' safe house.
Who could that be? Heero thought to himself as he followed every move of the person with his eyes. Could that be Misako? No, it couldn't. She would never come here by feet. Unless... No, don't even dare think of that, Heero Yuy. Misako is fine, she's just a bit late, that's all. Heero said to himself mentally as he watched the person.
During those three weeks, Heero had come to care for the Chinese girl. It wasn't a care like the one between two lovers, but more of a brotherly care. Why, Heero don't know. He just feels an urge to protect the girl. As Heero see the person, they seemed to be walking to the front door of the safe house. Witnessing this, Heero immediately drew out his gun, and walk quietly in the direction of the front door.
"Heero, what are you doing?" Quatre whispered to the Japanese youth. He had seen Heero draw out his gun, and immediately knows something is up.
"Some one is coming this way." Heero replayed flatly.
Upon hearing this, the other four pilots also draw out their gun, and made quietly to the front door. When they got there, Heero signaled them to their positions, and waited for the person to come.
After some time of waiting in silence, the door ball ringed. Heero signaled Quatre to open the door, and the Arabian youth did just that. When the door opened, something felled to the floor. Instinctively, Heero pointed his gun at the intruder, ready to kill whoever it is that had discovered their hid out. Just as Heero was ready to pull the trigger, he was stopped by Quatre's cry.
"Oh, my God!" Quatre shouted, kneeing down beside the lifeless body. "It's Misako! She's hurt, bad! We got to get her upstairs!"
It was true. As Heero leaned in to inspect the person that now lies on the floor, he recognized the face. It was indeed Misako. But her face was a pale white, like the dead. She has a wound on her left side and on her right leg. Her OZ uniform was soaked in blood, her blood. Heero bend down and gentelly picked up the now unconscious girl. He then turned to go up the stairs, followed by the other four pilots.
When Heero got to Misako's bedroom, he set the DeathHell pilot on the bed very carefully. He then moved aside to let Trowa though so the Heavearms' pilot can clean up Misako's wounds and bandage them. Quatre was on the verge of tears. Duo had sat down on a chair by Misako's bed. The American youth was whispering something into the girl's ear as he holds on to her left hand. Even Wufei seemed a bit worried.
No longer can he holds back the emotions, Heero went out of the Misako's bedroom and walked toward his own. He had to keep up his reputation as the ever-unemotional boy. "What could have happened to you, Misako?" Heero whispered as he, once again, sunk into his bed.
To be continued.........
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