[Gundam Wing FanFiction] Hinter dem Horizont

Chapter 6

The doctors' advanced diagnosis on Heero weighed down on everyone and started to take a toll on Relena. Meanwhile, the Preventers were starting to set on the uproar when the unthinkable was happening.

April 15, AC 202

Mars Preventer Base HQ, 2000 hours

Chang Wufei was rarely in a good mood, but the one week (by Earth numeration) flight to Mars had taken its toll on his already noxious mood. Knowing well at how bad-tempered he was, Wufei started to query if his recent appointment was the right thing to be done.

But he couldn't go back now. His promise and his plea... He remembered the last time he met Heero Yuy in his hospital room, along with Quatre Winner, a day before his departure.

Sally had made sure they had worn the sterile hospital gown along with medical gloves and mask before entering Heero's room; saying that his immune system was more vulnerable than ever. Heero was lying in a sitting position, supported by pillows; looking completely exhausted and buggered. It sent Wufei a cold sensation for seeing him in such a vulnerable state; it felt horribly wrong to see him like this. This was the man that had fought along with him in a Gundam and was unbeatable; this was the man that had helped him went through his most difficult of moments and decisions during their time as fellow Preventer special agent – the man in whom he respected and relied on for watching his back – even though he would never admit it by Heero's face. Wufei was surprised at how much his fellow agent changed through the years. His dangerous aura had diminished; replaced by a solemn and serene one. The fire in his Prussian blue eyes was now warm; still intense but in a way that was both tender and meek.

"Thank you," was what came out first from Heero, "for taking on my request."

Wufei glared at Heero before sighing in exasperation. "You're being unreasonable, Yuy. Adamantine. This self-destructive nature of yours has to change. You're only hurting Darlian this way."

"I know."

"Then why? Care to explain?"

Heero's gaze averted to the window. "I am only good at fighting. Fighting is the only way I know to change this world."

Wufei didn't know what to say to the unexpected statement; for he felt exactly the same.

Quatre put his hand over Heero's arm. "You know, I used to have difficulties to feel you." The blond young man's eyes were glistening with traitorous tears. "Now... you're easier to read and I am so glad that you can overcome your doubts. But I – I'm feeling the pain you have, Heero. You're in so much pain. Shall I call for a nurse?"

"No, there would be no need for that. I have been in much worse pain than now. I'll be fine."

"Heero, I can feel you wasting away," Quatre whispered miserably. "But I reckon you would not want me to say a word on this matter, would you?"

"I don't know," said Heero softly. "Honestly, I could not even judge what is right or not. I don't always have the answer, Quatre. Most of the times I rely on Relena for these. It has never been my expertise, after all."

Even Wufei couldn't hold back a slight smirk at this. Quatre let out a stifled laugh.

"Anyway," Wufei began, "why me, Yuy? Head of Mars Preventer Base? My temper would possibly attract troubles in that kind of position. Are you sure about it? I don't think it would work – "

"I trust you," said Heero simply, his deep blue eyes penetrating through Wufei's every sense. "You have been a trustworthy comrade and friend. I put my complete trust in you. There is no other person I could trust to do it, Wufei."