AN Just something that popped into my head when I was a Watching the sunset while on holiday. 200 word long drabble.

Rating: G-PG

Summery: Heero was captured while on a mission and given to Zechs Marquise, what's his life like? Drabble, 6x1 implied.

Disclaimer: Look at the sky, when that falls I'll own 'em.

The Stockholm Syndrome

Chapter 1 - Through Barred Windows

"What are you thinking about?"

"The sky…"


"It's been there for a billions of years before us and it'll be there for billions of years after us but all man seems to do is argue about who owns it, who controls it…"


"I know, I shouldn't be thinking about the war and I'm sorry but I can't help think… nothing lasts forever does it? War, peace, revolution… Yet all man can do is fight about who controls what.

One nation strips another of gold, riches, jewels… even people but their gains never last forever and the conquerors don't live forever. Maybe you are right, maybe OZ is right, maybe fighting isn't worth it. You might control the colonies but there'd be no more war, no more fighting, no more death…"

"If you're starting to think like that then maybe we'll start to think about getting rid of the chains. Now come back to bed, it's late."

"Yes Zechs." Heero turned obediently and followed his lover and keeper back into the bedroom. He'd do as he was told, he wanted the chains off. Besides, it wasn't the same looking at the sky through barred windows.