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Title: Theives
Rating: PG for a few dropped profanities, a few vague references to boy-lovin' * After the war's over, Heero, you think they'll make us go to school? I mean, it would be kind of pointless. Here we are, listening to the teacher lecture about ohms and circuits and voltage when you could build a whole fucking transformer station by yourself. . . . I'm better at blowing them up. It's way easier, and last night, seeing the factory go up in flames, that was kinda nice. Those are our fireworks, Heero, C8 and Semtex, ignition cords, gasoline and my trustworthy little forty-four. I hear the school's fireworks were pretty good, too, though I don't think Trowa or Quatre saw any of it. . . Trowa came on-time to first period for once, and Quatre strolled by himself just before the bell rang with the blandest look on his face. Things were quiet over there last night. . . They wake me up even when I'm dead asleep, but it's kind of surprising that I can hear them at all the way you snore like an on-coming train. . . They're just next door, and some nights, you can hear the bed or the wall or a desk creaking like it's going out of style. . . I got back to our room, late, and I still couldn't believe that we'd pulled it off. Maybe it was the smoke, the smoke from the transformer station still lingering in my lungs, that was what made me feel so light-headed and strange. And the night air with the tree branches dancing black across the moon-blue wall, so still and quiet before you came up here. . . After missions, I always feel like I'm underwater. Everything comes to me so slow and so quiet, so excuse me if I didn't hear you, if I didn't notice that you were trying to save the watchman's life. It wasn't like he had a chance anyway; half his body was blown away, and just because you can set your own bones doesn't mean that you can fix a broken spine. I mean, there was a reason we taped an extra round to the medcenter door, right? And you didn't have to hit me just because I suggested breaking his neck. That would have been quick and painless, and he wouldn't have died in the fire--you could hear him screaming when we left, couldn't you? That's what pissed you off, didn't it? I think you're still kinda pissed off because I'm a better shot than you. You're a better fencer than I am, OK? Does that makes us even? Gym was strange this morning. It's the first time all year they haven't made us partners, and it was so. . . it was so easy. Sartori's not bad, he knows his stuff, but I don't need to *think* to beat him. Just dance around and do stupid stuff until he leaves his left undefended, and that's the end of the whole thing in five minutes, not like our usual afternoon long things where we're standing in the gym long after the class has left, the shirt sticking to my back, my arm feeling like it's going to fall off, and ready to pass out on the fucking mat if I weren't so sure that you'd beat me if I did. Five minutes, that's all it took, I even had time to dry my hair after showers which is something that never happens with you-- Like you ever let me forget it. My lip hurts. It's swelling up, the ugliest shade of purple. I can't really talk right, and Yuki made fun of me, imitating my lisp. She's so damned annoying, and I'd lose her in a heartbeat if she didn't piss you off so much. You look so funny when you get angry, Heero. Your eyes get narrow and your voice's even more nasal than it usually is. When you get really, really pissed off, you start yelling and you say the stupidest things. . . . . . you said the stupidest things to me that day we were at the park waiting for our explosives contact to show up. The balloons and the two of us in the grass and the sun in the grass, and. . . I've never seen a sky like that, Heero, I probably never will again. If all days could be like that, Heero, if all days were like that, then maybe then I could take that chance on tomorrow and be sure that I had one to spend. . . If I could only be sure. . . If I could only know. . . I'm not afraid of Death. I'm not. I've seen too much of it, caused too much of it and come too close myself to be scared, and I know I walk with Death every time I go in Shinigami. I'm not afraid of Death, Heero, I know what death looks and talks and sounds like and sometimes, what it feels like, underneath the skin, but it's just that it's stealing away my tomrrows, and I don't know how many I've got left. . . They've got another mission for us tonight. Another work of sabotage--I picked up the message on my comm unit, and now, you're turning around to give me that cold, expressionless stare, so I know you picked it up too. We're going to blow up parts of the base tonight. It's going to be a nasty job, sneaking in around the gaurds and planting the explosives and getting off base before the explosion goes off or sneaking out amidst the confusion when the bombs really do go off. . . I've run out of tomorrows for Death to steal, Heero. Now, it's taking my tonights, and I'm not sure it hasn't got my todays too. * Thanks to jess for editing & checking. If you still can't recognize the characters, it's my fault. Tell me about it at anasile@aol.com |