A Candle for the Future - (14/?)
Title: A Candle of the Future - Chapter 14/?
Author: Silverserpent
Pairings: 1x5
Rating: R
Warnings: yaoi, slash, swearing
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine. If you are not 18 you should not be reading this. You have been warned.
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Ch 14
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Heero walked out in front of the massive building and stood there on the sidewalk staring straight ahead as people passed him by on the busy streets. There was nothing for him to do. His mind was blank, no physical reaction was issuing forth. He stood there, chest was tightening slightly, a pressure that needed to be released...but no ideas flashed to mind of how to do it. No thoughts processed at all.
For the first time since the mission five months ago when Wufei got hurt and left the Preventer organization, he began breaking a sweat...a light sheen covering his face as he stood on the grey sidewalks and watched the blur of faceless people pass him. At the edge of his mind he heard -BEEP-BEEP- and felt vibration in his pant pocket, but he could think of what to do...
It clicked naturally, more habit then thought, and his hand was lifting the phone to his ear.
-Hello?- Heero didn't respond just stood there waiting for something...anything...a command...just something...
-Heero? Are you alright?- There was nothing to answer...Heero continued staring, though he felt somewhat dizzy…almost like there was a lack of oxygen...he was breathing normally…It didn't make sense.
-Damnit Heero, it’s Trowa answer me!-
It was a command, he had to respond "Hello." his eyes focused...on a store across the road on the first floor of the skyscraper.
-Where are you? What happened?-
"In front of DCI." Heero paused, eyes still hooked on the dimly lit store in front of him, "Does Quatre need another bodyguard? I could do the job. I'm good with guns and watching people's backs an-"
-Heero stop rambling. Quatre doesn't need one. You're supposed to assist Wufei. What happened?-
"I'm useless. I have no purpose."
-.....- The echoing silence was conformation of his mind's blankness. What could he do now?
-I'll call you back. - -dooooo- The line was dead. Heero automatically lowered the phone. There was only one person left to possibly talk to...
He hit speed dial.
-This number has been selected to be blocked by the recipient. Please hang up or stay on the line for further information-
Oh yeah... Une refused his calls. Heero dropped his cell phone. Without a glance in either direction at the passing cars or the people on the street he stepped out into the road.
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Heero stared at the bubbles in the beer as they floated slowly to the surface, the dim light reflecting off the glass causing light patterns with every turn of the overhead fan. He was sitting at the bar of the pub. When he first walked in the bartender took a look at him and asked, 'What will you have?'
Heero had just stared at the man, till he shrugged and poured him a beer, which he took and sat at the end of the bar. Duo had always said 'When the shit hit the fan and there was nothing else to do, drink.' Heero didn't know if the 'shit had hit the fan' but there definitely was nothing else to do. Not that he could think of.
The beer hadn't tasted very good, so he had simply taken sips every once in a while and stared into it mostly. There definitely wasn't anything else to do.
Someone had just entered the establishment, but there was no point in looking. There was nobody that needed him. He was in fact alone with his thoughts, but for some reason his brain wasn't thinking.
Someone approached the bar and the bartender automatically filled a beer and sat it on the bar. The person grabbed it and walked slowly toward Heero, stopping a bar stool away. Setting something on the counter it was pushed towards Heero and tapped his glass, loosening some bubbles from the side. Heero looked at the object.
It was his cell phone with some scratches in the outer casing. He had forgotten that he dropped it. He looked to his right and Wufei was standing there. "May I sit down?"
Heero turned back to his beer and took another sip. Wufei sat next to him anyway and drank a quarter of his pint without breathing. He looked over at Heero as who was watching the bubbles reform on his glass. "Trowa and Quatre called me and yelled at me for twenty minutes after Trowa could seem to get a coherent response from you."
Heero didn't move. He vaguely recalled the words of the conversation with Trowa. If you could call it a conversation.
"I had security look at the exterior cameras to see where you had gone." A wry smile flashed onto Wufei's face. "At least the building you walked into is also owned by DCI and just across the street. Makes it easier to find you." The smile turned grim, "Don't worry about the cars you cut off either; the most that happened was a mild fender bump."
Wufei paused and downed the rest of his beer. Heero, watched him, he was still only half way through his first. The bartender came and filled up the glass again.
Wufei was looking at him again, he could feel it. "So you came to drink. Why?"
Heero shrugged, "I could only think of Duo's advise ‘when there is nothing else to do, drink’” Wufei snorted.
"Sounds like him." Wufei bowed his head towards the counter. "How do you feel?"
Heero sipped on his beer, again. When he spoke his voice was soft without inflection, "I don't know what to do. Nobody needs me."
"I need you." It was a short exhalation barely voiced, but Heero could pick up on it as if it had been shouted to the ceiling.
Heero's eyes shot to Wufei's face that was now focusing on the fresh beer before him. “I’m sorry Heero. I did not intend to put you in this position.” Wufei was frowning, “I was angry, at Quatre for surprising me, and you for showing up. I didn’t want to admit it…but I think I will need you for this.”
Something flared in Heero’s mind. Purpose once again. His thoughts were instantly being compelled to get further direction…but something was holding him back… a sensation within him causing him to hesitate.
“What is this?”
“I can’t tell you.” Heero frowned, irritation more than anger in his eyes, and Wufei winced slightly under the pressure. “I know the irony. I was just preaching to you about trust and yet I never tell you anything.”
Heero tore his eyes from Wufei’s face and glared at the beer. “Then explain to me why I’m on a need to know basis.”
Wufei chuckled slightly, “You are on a need to know basis, because I don’t know what my next move is until it hits me in the face. Yes, I have a general outline, but…no real plan. I know what I want to accomplish...but it is so hard to work out.”
They sat in silence next to each other and Wufei drank his beer while Heero just stared at his. Heero couldn't seem to be angry with Wufei, despite his non-informative answers. He was just strangely comforted by his presence.
“Just for your information I did not kidnap Qiu’s family.” Heero turned at that curiosity in his eyes and Wufei grinned, “Quatre took care of it.” Heero frowned. “No not like that. Though I guess since he is the most powerful economic leader in the world and does have his own personal army he could make anyone disappear if he wanted. He offered Qiu the head position of Africa’s Reconstruction Project. WEI is donating money and taking in the profits and reinserting them into the project, like DCI is doing. Qiu felt that he had to take it with the offer of a salary of forty million annually.” Well that explained his absence at least.
Wufei turned in his seat to face Heero. His face was serious as he began, “Heero. I am truly sorry for making you feel lost. I know how it feels to be useless. That is the reason after all that I ended up in the Mariemeia incident and working for the Preventers afterward. I had no where to go. It’s how I ended up here… Remember what I had said in the infirmary before I left?”
Heero nodded, “You said that what we did was meaningless.” He remembered as it came to such a shock to him that the justice driven man could just give up and leave.
“Yes.” Wufei sighed. “I’m sorry. And I’m here to say I need you. I need you as my bodyguard. I need you to keep me sane and true to my values as this goes on. The kidnapping suggestion proves that. The one bound I pushed you too and you would not break.”
Wufei reached for his second beer and drank half of it before looking up at Heero again, “I respect you Heero. I’ll give you the options. One…you return to me. All you have to do is walk down my drive way and I swear you will be allowed in. Two…if you wish to go back to the Preventers, I will personally call Une for you and get you reinstated. Or option three… you can go off and live your life.”
Heero looked into Wufei’s dark eyes and turned back to his beer. Wufei was being to open now for him to be questioned. He could see how much this had taken out of him to admit.
Wufei sighed into the silence and stood. “I know I haven’t given you much reason to trust me Heero, but I promise you this. If you come back to me, I will never throw you out again and you will not have to go on any mission I assign you too if you choose.”
With that Wufei turned away, no good bye or handshake. Just leaving Heero to his beer and his thoughts.
The bartender came over and took Wufei’s mug off the counter. A deep voice emerged, “Good to see that he has someone to drink with today.”
Heero looked up at the bartender as he had spoken. “What is he like normally?”
The large bartender with a slight gut paused while wiping out the glass he was holding, “He’s quite and sits alone at the bar drinking beer after work most days. For a period of about a month he never came in, but he had been in everyday for the last week. He seems to hate his job and always appears stressed… and despite the fact that he owns this bar, he pays his tab every Friday and that is a very admirable thing to do.”
Heero nodded at the comment staring at the bubbles floating up the sides of the glass. What to do now. To be a lackey that is slightly more informed? Or to return to the Preventers? At this point he didn’t even want to think about the third option…
At least his mind wasn’t blank now.
Author: Silverserpent
Pairings: 1x5
Rating: R
Warnings: yaoi, slash, swearing
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine. If you are not 18 you should not be reading this. You have been warned.
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Ch 14
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Heero walked out in front of the massive building and stood there on the sidewalk staring straight ahead as people passed him by on the busy streets. There was nothing for him to do. His mind was blank, no physical reaction was issuing forth. He stood there, chest was tightening slightly, a pressure that needed to be released...but no ideas flashed to mind of how to do it. No thoughts processed at all.
For the first time since the mission five months ago when Wufei got hurt and left the Preventer organization, he began breaking a sweat...a light sheen covering his face as he stood on the grey sidewalks and watched the blur of faceless people pass him. At the edge of his mind he heard -BEEP-BEEP- and felt vibration in his pant pocket, but he could think of what to do...
It clicked naturally, more habit then thought, and his hand was lifting the phone to his ear.
-Hello?- Heero didn't respond just stood there waiting for something...anything...a command...just something...
-Heero? Are you alright?- There was nothing to answer...Heero continued staring, though he felt somewhat dizzy…almost like there was a lack of oxygen...he was breathing normally…It didn't make sense.
-Damnit Heero, it’s Trowa answer me!-
It was a command, he had to respond "Hello." his eyes focused...on a store across the road on the first floor of the skyscraper.
-Where are you? What happened?-
"In front of DCI." Heero paused, eyes still hooked on the dimly lit store in front of him, "Does Quatre need another bodyguard? I could do the job. I'm good with guns and watching people's backs an-"
-Heero stop rambling. Quatre doesn't need one. You're supposed to assist Wufei. What happened?-
"I'm useless. I have no purpose."
-.....- The echoing silence was conformation of his mind's blankness. What could he do now?
-I'll call you back. - -dooooo- The line was dead. Heero automatically lowered the phone. There was only one person left to possibly talk to...
He hit speed dial.
-This number has been selected to be blocked by the recipient. Please hang up or stay on the line for further information-
Oh yeah... Une refused his calls. Heero dropped his cell phone. Without a glance in either direction at the passing cars or the people on the street he stepped out into the road.
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Heero stared at the bubbles in the beer as they floated slowly to the surface, the dim light reflecting off the glass causing light patterns with every turn of the overhead fan. He was sitting at the bar of the pub. When he first walked in the bartender took a look at him and asked, 'What will you have?'
Heero had just stared at the man, till he shrugged and poured him a beer, which he took and sat at the end of the bar. Duo had always said 'When the shit hit the fan and there was nothing else to do, drink.' Heero didn't know if the 'shit had hit the fan' but there definitely was nothing else to do. Not that he could think of.
The beer hadn't tasted very good, so he had simply taken sips every once in a while and stared into it mostly. There definitely wasn't anything else to do.
Someone had just entered the establishment, but there was no point in looking. There was nobody that needed him. He was in fact alone with his thoughts, but for some reason his brain wasn't thinking.
Someone approached the bar and the bartender automatically filled a beer and sat it on the bar. The person grabbed it and walked slowly toward Heero, stopping a bar stool away. Setting something on the counter it was pushed towards Heero and tapped his glass, loosening some bubbles from the side. Heero looked at the object.
It was his cell phone with some scratches in the outer casing. He had forgotten that he dropped it. He looked to his right and Wufei was standing there. "May I sit down?"
Heero turned back to his beer and took another sip. Wufei sat next to him anyway and drank a quarter of his pint without breathing. He looked over at Heero as who was watching the bubbles reform on his glass. "Trowa and Quatre called me and yelled at me for twenty minutes after Trowa could seem to get a coherent response from you."
Heero didn't move. He vaguely recalled the words of the conversation with Trowa. If you could call it a conversation.
"I had security look at the exterior cameras to see where you had gone." A wry smile flashed onto Wufei's face. "At least the building you walked into is also owned by DCI and just across the street. Makes it easier to find you." The smile turned grim, "Don't worry about the cars you cut off either; the most that happened was a mild fender bump."
Wufei paused and downed the rest of his beer. Heero, watched him, he was still only half way through his first. The bartender came and filled up the glass again.
Wufei was looking at him again, he could feel it. "So you came to drink. Why?"
Heero shrugged, "I could only think of Duo's advise ‘when there is nothing else to do, drink’” Wufei snorted.
"Sounds like him." Wufei bowed his head towards the counter. "How do you feel?"
Heero sipped on his beer, again. When he spoke his voice was soft without inflection, "I don't know what to do. Nobody needs me."
"I need you." It was a short exhalation barely voiced, but Heero could pick up on it as if it had been shouted to the ceiling.
Heero's eyes shot to Wufei's face that was now focusing on the fresh beer before him. “I’m sorry Heero. I did not intend to put you in this position.” Wufei was frowning, “I was angry, at Quatre for surprising me, and you for showing up. I didn’t want to admit it…but I think I will need you for this.”
Something flared in Heero’s mind. Purpose once again. His thoughts were instantly being compelled to get further direction…but something was holding him back… a sensation within him causing him to hesitate.
“What is this?”
“I can’t tell you.” Heero frowned, irritation more than anger in his eyes, and Wufei winced slightly under the pressure. “I know the irony. I was just preaching to you about trust and yet I never tell you anything.”
Heero tore his eyes from Wufei’s face and glared at the beer. “Then explain to me why I’m on a need to know basis.”
Wufei chuckled slightly, “You are on a need to know basis, because I don’t know what my next move is until it hits me in the face. Yes, I have a general outline, but…no real plan. I know what I want to accomplish...but it is so hard to work out.”
They sat in silence next to each other and Wufei drank his beer while Heero just stared at his. Heero couldn't seem to be angry with Wufei, despite his non-informative answers. He was just strangely comforted by his presence.
“Just for your information I did not kidnap Qiu’s family.” Heero turned at that curiosity in his eyes and Wufei grinned, “Quatre took care of it.” Heero frowned. “No not like that. Though I guess since he is the most powerful economic leader in the world and does have his own personal army he could make anyone disappear if he wanted. He offered Qiu the head position of Africa’s Reconstruction Project. WEI is donating money and taking in the profits and reinserting them into the project, like DCI is doing. Qiu felt that he had to take it with the offer of a salary of forty million annually.” Well that explained his absence at least.
Wufei turned in his seat to face Heero. His face was serious as he began, “Heero. I am truly sorry for making you feel lost. I know how it feels to be useless. That is the reason after all that I ended up in the Mariemeia incident and working for the Preventers afterward. I had no where to go. It’s how I ended up here… Remember what I had said in the infirmary before I left?”
Heero nodded, “You said that what we did was meaningless.” He remembered as it came to such a shock to him that the justice driven man could just give up and leave.
“Yes.” Wufei sighed. “I’m sorry. And I’m here to say I need you. I need you as my bodyguard. I need you to keep me sane and true to my values as this goes on. The kidnapping suggestion proves that. The one bound I pushed you too and you would not break.”
Wufei reached for his second beer and drank half of it before looking up at Heero again, “I respect you Heero. I’ll give you the options. One…you return to me. All you have to do is walk down my drive way and I swear you will be allowed in. Two…if you wish to go back to the Preventers, I will personally call Une for you and get you reinstated. Or option three… you can go off and live your life.”
Heero looked into Wufei’s dark eyes and turned back to his beer. Wufei was being to open now for him to be questioned. He could see how much this had taken out of him to admit.
Wufei sighed into the silence and stood. “I know I haven’t given you much reason to trust me Heero, but I promise you this. If you come back to me, I will never throw you out again and you will not have to go on any mission I assign you too if you choose.”
With that Wufei turned away, no good bye or handshake. Just leaving Heero to his beer and his thoughts.
The bartender came over and took Wufei’s mug off the counter. A deep voice emerged, “Good to see that he has someone to drink with today.”
Heero looked up at the bartender as he had spoken. “What is he like normally?”
The large bartender with a slight gut paused while wiping out the glass he was holding, “He’s quite and sits alone at the bar drinking beer after work most days. For a period of about a month he never came in, but he had been in everyday for the last week. He seems to hate his job and always appears stressed… and despite the fact that he owns this bar, he pays his tab every Friday and that is a very admirable thing to do.”
Heero nodded at the comment staring at the bubbles floating up the sides of the glass. What to do now. To be a lackey that is slightly more informed? Or to return to the Preventers? At this point he didn’t even want to think about the third option…
At least his mind wasn’t blank now.