Kamis this thing is WAFFy...It's too WAFFy, but I'm going to
send it anyway. In case you're wondering, this is set after the
Endless Waltz OVAs, but doesn't really contain any spoilers.
I'm not sure if the scenes really work, but I wrote them and
I'm sticking to them. ^^;; Enjoy and please C&C.
Disclaimer: I do not lay any claim to the characters depicted
below. I forget who they belong to, but I bow to them
because they are gods. *bows* Please do not sue me...
that wouldn't be very nice.
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Going Home
A Gundam Wing Fanfiction
By Murasakikaze
-- -- indicates what's on the computer screen (you'll see)
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The computer screen blipped and came on casting its
soft green glow over the cramped dark room. One
man's flickering silhouette was thrown against the wall
as he leaned over the keyboard and waited for the
computer to finish booting up. He uncharacteristically
fidgeted and ran a hand through his wildly unkempt dark
brown hair. His cobalt blue eyes ran over the screen as
the computer chimed.
--Enter password--
--78325-2153-A52--
--Accepted--
--Upload data files 126-209--
--Uploading files now...--
Heero stared at the screen and let out a silent sigh of
relief. In a few minutes the files would be erased from
the computers of all the space colonies. It would only
be a matter of time before the heads of each colony
realized the data was missing, but by then he would be
logged out of the system and on his way back home.
Home...
The tired soldier leaned back in his chair as the
computer beeped softly and tried to remember what
home really was. The L1 colony was no longer his
home. It held too many bad memories from his past.
Too many memories of all the people he had hurt and
who he would hurt. Too many memories of Odin and
the training he had been forced to endure. Too many
memories of what he had become during the war. Earth
was a good place to start, but Earth held another
problem he didn't want to face. It held the one thing that
kept him from being the true Perfect Soldier. The one
thing that elicited even the slightest bit of emotion from
the cracks appearing in his mask. Earth held-
--Transfer complete.--
The boy was jolted out of his contemplation and turned
back to the screen. He had a mission to complete, he
reminded himself. Don't think about back home. Don't
think about what was there. It's only a distraction and
distractions get you killed. It gets others killed.
Distractions were fatal.
His fingers flew across the keyboard as he flipped
through each file individually. He had all the time in the
world, so he could afford a peek into what he was
destroying. To the untrained eye, the screen only held
numbers and jumbled letters, but Heero had hours of
training and he read the codes as easily as one would
read a stop sign.
It was basic information, he mused. Just things the
Doctor wanted cleared up. Photos and information on
Gundam and mobile suit pilots who had been captured
or seen. They had to remain anonymous even if the war
was over. If the world ever needed them again, they had
to be able to appear and disappear as easily as mist in
the summer sun.
--Begin delete sequence--
--Enter password--
--83232-913957-728B--
--Password accepted. Choose files to delete--
He began to type 'all' when something caught his eye.
Something he knew would be a distraction, but knew he
had to see. Something he knew he was going to have
to save whether it was just in memory or else on disk.
--Open file 189--
--Set decoder #81--
--File open--
--Decoder #81 set--
--Decoding file now--
The pilot watched as the code flew past the screen.
>From what he could tell it was a set of pictures taken at
the beginning of the war when even he was very young.
These weren't about the pilots, he realized, and that
was what had attracted him to it. Why was it under the
pilot listings? They had to have some significance to
the Doctor or else he wouldn't want them destroyed.
It wouldn't take long to unscramble the code and he sat
back, closing his eyes. Once again he allowed his
mind to wander back to his thoughts about home.
What was it really? If it wasn't this space colony and if
Earth was a problem, where did he belong? Maybe he
didn't belong anywhere anymore.
Zero hadn't told him anything at all in the past few
weeks and Dr. J was only giving him menial missions.
Things anyone could do. Heero opened his eyes and
stared up at the ceiling, watching the glow from the
computer dance across it. Was he fated to be a
redundant soldier like Trowa had said? He thought for a
second and realized he didn't know what his purpose
was anymore. He didn't have anyone to fight and other
than training everyday he didn't have anything to do.
Then his thoughts wandered back to the blue and green
planet spinning in space below him. Maybe...if he went
back to Earth...maybe then he'd have a purpose.
Maybe then he'd be able to see-
--File decoded--
Heero sat forward and watched as the pictures began to
load. He blinked and cursed his stupidity. Why had he
even bothered to download pictures like these? They
were nothing more than wreckage shots from the
colonies at the beginning of the war. Nothing but
buildings that were no longer standing and people that
were probably long since dead.
"Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid," he growled, chiding
himself. Sometimes emotions just got in the way. Yet
another distraction that had taken him away from his
original mission. He reached for the mouse and began
to move it across the picture towards the delete button
when something else caught his attention. The center
picture sharpened and revealed two children standing in
the middle of the rubble of what appeared to be an old
military building. Only this wasn't just a picture, it was
a recording and Heero recognized one of the kids.
"...."
He double-clicked on the file and watched as it
maximized and took up the entire screen. He pressed
the play button and sat back, watching the taller of the
two children pull the other to their feet. The picture
was fuzzy, but it was still in good condition. The taller
kid looked upset with the smaller one who was
obviously younger. The younger child was trying to
keep the older one from seeing they were crying, but
failing miserably.
"Don't cry," the taller rebuked. The younger bit their
lower lip and nodded stiffly.
"I-I can't help it." The child broke down again and fell
forward into the other's arms. "I can't stop."
The younger child wrapped their arms around the older
and buried their face in the front of the other's shirt. The
older child glanced around and seeing no one, put a
hand on the back of the younger kid's head in an
attempt at consolation. "Don't cry. You can't cry here."
"Why not?" the younger mumbled, sniffling.
"Because it's not the time to cry. When the war really
starts, you'll understand. This is small. There are more
important things that need tears, save it until one of
those important times comes around. Then you can
really cry and it'll be right."
"I don't get it. I just lost my house...why can't I cry
about that?"
"Did your family live there?"
"I don't have a family."
"Was it your home or just someplace that you stayed?"
The younger pulled back and looked up, confused. The
taller kid sighed. "Did this place really mean that much
to you that you'd cry over the loss of a bunch of bricks?"
The younger child shook their head and the older
nodded. "Thought so. Don't cry over it then. Save it for
when you get a family and when you lose them.
Wasting your tears like this cheapens them."
"I'm such a bad son.." the younger mumbled, wiping his
eyes. "Mom always said boys don't cry and look at
me."
The older blinked in surprise. "You're a boy?"
"...Duh."
"But your hair is so long...I thought you were a girl."
"Well, I'm not, so get over it," the boy snapped. "You
don't look so boyish either if you want my opinion."
The older boy frowned. "You recover quickly, don't
you."
The younger boy blinked and realized that he had
stopped crying. "Yeah...guess I do."
A shadow passed over them and they looked up. The
older boy narrowed his eyes and pushed the younger
down. The camera zoomed in and focused on where
the two boys had disappeared. After a few minutes, a
shaggy brown haired head poked up and glanced
around.
"The mobile suit's gone..." he announced and stood up.
The other boy with longer hair stood later and brushed
his pants off. The older boy listened for a moment, then
turned to the younger one. "Someone's coming and I
should go. My master'll be mad if I'm late."
The younger blinked, looking up at the other. "Master?"
"Aa. He's training me to be a soldier...then I can kill the
people who try to hurt me," the older boy explained.
The younger boy looked up and smiled faintly. "I hope I
never hurt you, but I just realized something..."
"What's that?"
"I'm destined to be killed by you...either by kindness or
a gun. Either way, you'll catch me in the end." The
younger boy smiled again. "I have a feeling we'll meet
again."
The older boy stood there, shocked. "What's your
name?"
"I don't remember it anymore. What about you?"
"Odin Lowe Jr."
The younger boy turned and started to run as another
shadow passed over them. "We'll meet again, Odin!
Stay alive until then!"
A booming noise shook the camera and the picture
flickered before dying completely.
Heero stared at the computer as it beeped softly and
stuck a disk in. He wasn't going to lose something like
that. He had been fighting so hard to find purpose in his
life. Now he had it. His past had told him what his
future was.
--Downloading...--
--Transfer complete--
--Delete all files--
--Deleting...--
--All files deleted--
The room fell dark once more as the door clicked shut.
He knew where he was going now. He knew what home
was. He knew where home was. Home was with him
wherever he was and Heero knew he'd find him down on
that blue green planet. Or else on the neighboring L2
colony. He never had been able to keep track of that
kid. He smiled for once in his life as he stole down the
hallway. While L1 was no longer his home, maybe L2
could be...
"Matte, Duo...ore ga kuru..."
~owari~
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Thanks for reading and here's a translation of the last
line for you: "Wait, Duo....I'm coming...." There ya go.
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reply button. All C&C is welcome...even flames if you
really didn't like it at all. ^^;; Thank you for your time.
~Murasakikaze~