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"When Braided Fairies Strike"Written By: Emerald Pillow Pairing: 1+3. ?+1 Warning: Yaoi; Language, lemon, POV, death Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or it's characters.
You can sue me, but all I have worth taking is my cat that looks like
Trowa, but is named Duo. Rating: NC 17 When Braided Fairies Strike Part 6 .One, two, buckle my shoe!" My body was shaking.
"Three, four, shut the door!" The voice was louder. "Five,
six, pick up sticks!" Where was I? "Seven, eight, lay them
straight!" Why can't I remember? "Nine, ten, do it again!"
My body was jerking because someone was jumping on my bed. As I sat
up straight, I was temporarily blinded by lightheadedness. Tyrice
was jumping on my bed, still singing the rhyme at the top of his lungs.
All at once, Heaven came into the room and calmed him.
I used the moment to try to remember what had happened, but my head
started pounding. My entire body was sore as if I had just finished
an intense battle in Zero. I laid back down and closed my eyes. Every
thought was pushed away. I allowed my mind to become crystal clear
and waited for the first thought or image. . . "Heero!" Damnit! "Heero, it's almost lunchtime. Shouldn't you be getting up sleepy head?" I tried to ignore Heaven's voice, wondering where Angel was. Suddenly someone touched me. My eyes flew open to find Heaven kneeling at my bedside, tapping the tip of my nose. This time she went too far. I seized her finger and in one quick motion, it snapped as I broke it. The over joyous face contorted in pain as she screamed in my face, causing my head to feel as if it was going to explode. ***** "You are awfully tolerant today Heero." Dr.
Huls stated as I stared at the desk. My head was still pounding. "Why
did you break Heaven's finger this morning Heero?" Why did she
keep asking me questions? Don't she realize by now that I'm not going
to answer her? As I stared at the desk, I couldn't help but feel something
was wrong. Why did today feel different? What happened yesterday?.
. .why can't I remember? I had tried to recall the very last thing
that had happened, but all that came to mind was. . .my thoughts were
shattered by a constant clicking noise. I looked up to find Dr. Huls
playing with the Newton's Craddle. Every time the balls knocked together,
a severe pain surged through my head. "Heero, why don't you ever talk to anyone?"
I stared at the balls, wanting them to stop, the pain was becoming
too much. . .but she continued to play with them. Whenever the clicking
slowed, she would pull that damn first ball and start all over again.
I couldn't take it anymore. I stood and snatched the cradle from her.
Without warning, I threw the rack as hard as I could through the glass
window behind her. She looked up at me in sheer frighten shock. "Heero,
is there something you would like to share?" I sat back in my
seat, completely relaxed now that the nerve wrecking clicking was
gone. "Heero?" I looked up at her. "What day is it?" I didn't even realize that
I had said it until I noticed the surprise expression. "It's Wednesday Heero." Wednesday? When did
I lose days? I was always aware of as much. . .it didn't seem like
it should be Wednesday. . .it felt like it should be Saturday. "Is
something wrong?" Why was I speaking with her? For as long as
I've been here, I've only spoken with Angel. . .but I haven't seen
her all day. I knew she was suppose to work today. . .so where was
she? "You seem more distant today Heero. Are you perhaps disturbed
by a dream you can't remember?" There was a tone in her voice.
A tone I didn't like. She sound as if she knew a secret that she was
enjoyingly hiding. Something wasn't right. . .something didn't feel
right. It was bothering me that I couldn't remember. . . "Where's Angel?" "Is there any particular reason why you want to
know?" I was talking aloud again? Why were some of my thoughts
being vocalized? I didn't want that to happen. I didn't respond, just
to be safe, I didn't even think. She stared at me, waiting for a response
before she started typing something into her lap top. "Angel
has been offered a job at a different facility. . .and she accepted."
"Bull shit." I was thinking aloud again. Dr. Huls looked at me; she was taken aback by my statement. I knew it was though. If something like that was to happen, Angel would have told me. I knew she would have. She doesn't just disappear. There was definitely something going down, and I was intent on finding out what that something was. "That's very pretty Heero. . .and creative."
Heaven patted my shoulder as she walked by. I looked around the room,
wondering how I was talked into coming to the cafeteria for arts and
crafts. What the hell was I doing? I looked down at the paper in front
of me. Seeing it gave me a feeling of disgust. I had drawn a pink
glowing fairy with a long braid riding a flying lion. The image felt
familiar to me. . .I felt as if I've seen it from somewhere before,
but I couldn't remember where. I crumbled the paper and threw it in the trash on my
way out. In truth, I didn't even know I could draw as well as I did.
As I headed to my room, everything was the same. . .but it wasn't.
When I came to my room, I climbed on the bed and picked up the book
that was sitting on the night stand. The bookmark was at the beginning
of chapter ten, but I didn't remember ever reading it before. It was
possible that it could belong to Tyrice. Only he would read a book
entitled "Simon Says." "Heero." I looked up at the strange voice.
. .but no one was in the room. I climbed off the bed and walked to
the hall. There were only two nurses standing at the nurse's station
talking. The voice I heard was male, but the nurses were females.
One of them turned to look down the hall at me. "Did you need something Heero?" I didn't respond.
I just returned to my room. I must have been hearing things. "Your hearing is fine." I stopped in my tracks,
and looked around again. I even checked under both beds. No one was
in or near the room. That's when I started checking the room for a
speaker. "You won't find speakers Heero." Suddenly, my head started pounding again. So bad, that
I fell to my knees, clutching my temples. I closed my eyes, wondering
what was going on and where that damn voice was coming from. "I'm in your head Heero." I knew it false.
Only crazy people heard voices. . .something else was causing this.
"You are crazy Heero, and you know it. That's why you can't remember.
. .that's why you stay here. . .that's why you won't talk to anyone,
and that's why you can hear me." The more the voice spoke, the worse my headache became.
The pain was intense, near like how my head felt after self denating.
. .only worse. I wanted it to stop. I wanted the voice to stop. I
had to be dreaming. I had to. . .either that or someone planted a
speaker. "I told you, you are crazy. There is no speaker.
If I wasn't in your head, then how can I know your thoughts?"
I opened my eyes and stared at the floor. My headache wouldn't allow
me to think clearly, but it was a valid point. It was possible that
the asylum could have planted something. That would explain why I
can't remember. "Don't you think you'd know when someone fucks
with your head? After all, you are the Perfect Soldier. You have been
training your whole life." I'm not crazy. I knew I wasn't. ~ * ~ Chapter
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