Who Wrote Holden Caulfield
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Chapter Three– Shooting Rubber Bands Into the Sun
Trowa stared up at his bedroom ceiling. He couldn't sleep, his cat, Elliot (1), was asleep by his feet. The small, black and white siamese was one of the few companions in his life.
He leaned over and looked at the bright green numbers of the clock across the room on his dresser. Twelve twenty-four, he sighed. 'I have to get to work by seven. This is ridiculous.'
Finally, Trowa got up and out of bed. Elliot was awakened and followed his tall master out of the room. He walked down the short hallway and into the small living room, there he plopped onto the old couch that once belonged to his parents and flipped the TV set on. He tuned it to a news channel and watched.
On the screen were Vice Minister (2) Dorlain, his wife, second-in-command, and daughter. Dorlain stepped up to a podium and began to speak.
"In this day and age the people of our grand world have the great gift of being one world nation. However some citizens do not appreciate this gift we have bestowed upon our public. In many parts of the world, we increased living conditions greatly, we've developed the minds and thinking power of the people, and, so we thought, had gotten rid of war. I'm sure many of you know that assassinations of key political figures have been happening all over the world and at such a rapid pace that we are having difficulty keeping up with them. They are destroying faster than we can rebuild, basically. With great regret and tentativeness the United Earth Nation has declared war on terrorist group planning of overthrowing our fine government. These people are evil an . . . "
Trowa shut the TV off. "That is a load of bullshit Elliot. You can't declare war on someone you don't even know where to find or much less whom they actually are."
The cat looked up at him from his lap. Trowa smiled and tickled the cat's chin.
He smirked. "Fine government my ass, let's just see how well this little 'declaration of war' is really going to go down. Bet you my whole paycheck more than a few people are going to have the same problems I'm having."
With that he drifted off to sleep.
Duo looked at the boy in his friend's arms.
"Did you kill him?"
Wufei glared. "No, I found him. He was passed in some schoolyard."
Duo shrugged. "Let me see him."
He nodded and set the boy down on the bed. Duo unbuttoned the kid's grey shirt and winced when he saw the bruises.
"Poor kid, probably's never been hurt this badly in his life. I'm willing to bet that he is probably the son of a wealthy businessman from the school uniform, not many people can afford to go to a school like that."
"Yeah . . . "
"Don't be like that, 'Fei. I know that voice and I know that whatever happened to him wasn't your fault," he grinned. "Honestly, I can't for the life of me figure out why you would be moping about it."
"I'm not. I feel sorry for him. I don't think he is much older than us. However, he seems more fragile. I don't know why but I feel the same way I did when I saw you get shot in the back on a mission. A burning need to just help him and protect him. I want to rip the balls off whoever did this to him and I don't even know who the hell this kid actually is."
Duo laughed. "Lighten up, man, by you taking him here, your lives will inevitably become intertwined. Unless we can get the docs to wipe his memory, which I doubt, we can't leave here. I just hope you haven't done something incredibly stupid."
Wufei shrugged. "I'll be leaving. I need to relay a message to Ge. Just work your magic on him Duo. I can tell he's special."
Duo waved him goodbye and Wufei left. Duo continued feeling for broken bones and other such injuries. He pulled the sleeves up on the shirt and winced when he saw the left wrist. It was swollen and a nice purple color. The joint was at an odd angle and definitely broken.
"Oh, this just sucks. I'm going to have to go get Lyric for this. I'm in no way capable of taking care of this sort of wound," he said, putting his forehead against his arm. "Stupid kid, what the hell happened to you? You're Otto Winner's kid, right? I know you are, I've seen on TV before. I would never have guessed the son of the wealthiest man on Earth could possibly end up like this. It's sad, people like you don't deserve this kind of thing."
Duo ran his fingers up and down the boy's cheekbones with feathery movements. He sighed. "I'll bet you're just the sweetest little thing, aren't you?"
The short, brown-haired woman walked up to her son's bedroom door and knocked quietly.
"Would you please come out, dear. This is your first break from school in almost a year. I want to see you. Why can't you be like you were when you were younger?" She sighed and leaned up against the door. "Please, love. You don't need to be like this. Come on out, I love you."
She put her hand up to the door and put her cheek up against her hand. "You can't do this anymore, Heero," she whispered, small, quiet tears traced down her face. "Five days, I need you, please."
Heero looked toward the door. His mother was on the other side. He grimaced. 'Why doesn't she leave alone? I can't stand how she is and I've told her this.'
He heard a small sob from the hall and the sound of a person sliding down against the tall, white door.
"Adam isn't here right now, just come out and talk to me," she choked. "Stop this, Heero, you're a good boy."
Heero glared at his door but still got up and walked to his door and opened it. His mother, who had been huddled up against it, spilled into his room. She made a strangled sound and latched onto his ankles and started to sob.
"I'm so sorry Heero. I've been a bad mother. Don't do this to me again," she said, in between cries.
He looked down at her, not quite knowing what to do. Finally, he bent down and picked her up.
"Stop it mom, I'm not mad at you," he whispered.
Relena quietly stepped up the slightly hidden, winding staircase leading to the left tower. It was the only tower that actually had a room at the top. This room was especially equipped for its purpose, it had a wrought-iron grate on the window and it locked from the outside with a key. It was small and rather drafty, considering its location, but she thought it suited her brother very well.
She was carrying a tray of food, as it was almost time for dinner and she couldn't have Milliardo starve up there in the left tower. After all, he was her responsibility. She had to make sure he took his medicine, and that he ate, and that he didn't die.
She finally reached the final step and took out a small, silver key dating back from the early 1800s just like the rest of the house. Relena placed the key firmly into the keyhole and turned it with a loud click. The door swung open and reveled a small, octagonal-shaped room. Inside was a bed, coming out from one of the eight walls, an old chest, a table, and a chair. A tall, blonde man was sitting on the chair.
The man had a slightly dazed look. He was pointed toward the window. Relena shivered.
"Oh my, Milliardo, it is very cold in here isn't it? Would you like to have a blanket?" she asked, sweetly.
He turned to her. "You're a bad girl, I know why I'm up here. You don't like what I am. Mother and Father don't like what I am," he smiled a sort of sick looking smile. "God is going to punish you. When the anti-Christ comes, you'll be dead. But not me, I believe in my Lord. I still have faith. I'm a good person."
"Milliardo, you really shouldn't say such things. After all, you're the one who will be going to hell. I am simply doing God's work by keeping you here. People like you mustn't be exposed to the outside world," she said. "Now let me see your arm. I need to give you your medicine."
The lethargic man held his slender arm out to the girl. She reached into her pocket and drew out a hypodermic needle filled with a yellowish liquid. She used her fingers to measure two up from his elbow and stuck the hollow needle into his arm and pressed down on the plunger, releasing all of the fluid into the man's bloodstream.
Instantaneously he convulsed and then slumped over in his chair. She smiled slightly, apparently having got the result that she wanted.
She left the tray of food on his table and turned around to leave. She stopped in the doorway.
"Don't forget to got bed after you eat, Milliardo," and she left the small room.
Duo tapped lightly on th the third storey window he was sitting on a tree branch in front of. When he didn't get an answer, he tapped again, slightly louder. This time the person whom which the window belonged came to it and opened it. A slightly groggy teenager poked his head out of the opening.
"Is that you again Relena? I told you I wasn't interested," he said, still not opening his eyes.
"Nope, guess again, kiddo," Duo said, smirking.
The teen opened his eyes. "Duo?"
"You got it, hun, ya wanna go somewhere?" Duo asked.
"No, I really don't. It is after all only one in the morning!"
"Aw, c'mon, Heero. I actually went out of my way to find a person I've only met once before. Please, I guess I could leave but you'd probably never see me again," Duo said.
Heero raised an eyebrow at him. "Why should I care, you're a murderer, possibly an assassin, and definitely a criminal? I don't want to be arrested just for being seen with you."
Duo put one hand behind his head and gave the dark-haired boy a sheepish grin.
"You figured me out, huh? I figured you probably would, you seemed to be a pretty smart kid after all."
Heero shrugged. "Yeah well, it wasn't that hard. A strange guy up in the attic of my school with a gun and then that guy turns up dead. Not many people besides you really seemed like even a slight possibility," he smirked. "Guess you'll have to kill me now that I know your secret, won't you?"
Duo shook his head. "No sir, you're just going to either have to undergo a memory wiping surgery or else join the group I work for. I actually came to see you to find out if you had figured it out or not. Since you do know, I highly suggest just joining. Far less risky than having that surgery done," he shuddered. "Yeah, so many things that can go wrong with that."
"If I joined what would I do?"
"Same stuff I do, maybe some training beforehand, but other than that not a whole lot," Duo said.
"What kind of stuff could happen with a memory wipe?" Heero asked, cautiously.
"Permanent retardation, total permanent memory loss, death, incurable brain infections, brain damage, nerve damage, paralysis, slow, painful death, blindness, deafness, dumbness, the loss of the ability to move major limbs, the list goes on and on, man," Duo gave him a grim look. "I wouldn't do it. You couldn't pay me to undergo that kinda shit. But hey, there is a forty percent success rate, so it's your choice."
By this time, Heero had gotten a pained look. It couldn't be called frightened because Heero doesn't get frightened looks.
"I guess there was a third option I didn't tell you. I could always kill you. Actually, I would probably get another person to do it just because I like you too much."
Heero looked behind him to his mother who was still asleep on his chair. "Just a minute Duo, I need to do something really quickly."
Duo nodded and Heero stepped back into his room and walked to his desk. There, he took a pen and a piece of paper from one of the drawers. Quickly, he wrote a note on the paper:
I'm really sorry about this whole thing. I'm sorry I couldn't be a better son to you. Tell Adam that he's an asshole. I wish I could beat him to a pulp whenever he is mean to you I also wish that you weren't so weak. I hope I'll see you again, Mother. I love you.
Your Son, Heero Yui
P.S. If Relena shows up, tell her I died (and that she wasn't invited to the funeral because I didn't want her there).
Heero folded the piece of paper up and tucked it into his mother's hand.
"I'm sorry, Mother, I really do love you. Don't let Adam push you around too much," he whispered.
He turned around and walked back to the window.
"Let's go, Duo. I'm ready. Take me to HQ or whatever it is you guys have," he said in a firm, determined voice.
Duo nodded and the two disappeared into the night.
End Chapter Three.
1- Elliot is really my kitty, not Trowa's. I'm just letting him borrow him for the story. Elliot is one of three cats that I own. I have Maxwell (I named him before I had even ever heard of Duo Maxwell) and Apple. Maxwell is a cream-colored Angora with big huge brown eyes. He is kinda a mean kitty. He'll bite. But is really cuddly and loves to be picked up. Apple is a long-haired Siamese with dark brown fur. She absolutely is the most lovable, cuddly, attention-loving creature on Earth. They are mine, all of them sleep in my room at night (they even have food and a kitty box in my adjacent bathroom). Fletcher has fish and a guinea pig, Lolly has a really pretty canary that lives in an old-fashioned gold-toned dome-top cage that is in her room. It really completes the garden theme. The guinea pig's name is Hooter (the result of my brother's odd sense of humor) and Lolly's bird is Lily. My dad has a small golden retriever that I named Gir (that isn't what my dad wanted it named, but it kinda stuck) and Jaymi has a clown fish named Banana (I named her too).
2- I'm really sorry, I'm sure you all read that and went, that's supposed to be Zechs! No, it really isn't. Relena has him under such heavy medication that he is basically insane (but don't worry, it's only the medication!) He is still our strong, hot guy that he always is. I just needed a way to make Relena a villain. I mean why not put a useless character to good use by making her a bad guy. It takes up space in my story.
I'm really sorry I haven't updated. I've been helping my friend Kathryn pack up her crap. Her dad got moved to Florida and so now she's moving (why not wait for school to end, I don't know) these people have a lot of stuff. It all is going to Florida and her brother is blind so her can't help. THEY HAVE TOO MUCH STUFF! It is driving me nuts. Her mom is insane, she won't let anything be thrown away and the things in storage aren't in boxes, nothing is. We're still only about 2/3 of the way done and, as you all know, it's been a few weeks.
My brother sent me a present a week ago, he got me the Full Metal Alchemist video game. I'll have to be careful not let Fletcher know about it, he's a huge gaming nerd and will be in his room or weeks playing it. You know the child support that my mom pays is just given to us as an allowance. My mom isn't as bad as a made her out to be in my last AN. That was few years ago, she is married now to her Hero Boyfriend (that's what I call him). When we were younger and my mom was supposed to be taking care of us, she would leave and Mike (that's HB) would always drag her back to us I he saw her at parties and stuff. He would wait for my dad to get home so she wouldn't leave and we all really liked him. They have little Peruvian baby that Mike and his sister adopted about a year before they got married. He's almost a year older that Lolly. My mom has been completely sober since she got out of jail. I'm glad of what she's done with her life.
My brother isn't so bad either. He is very short, about 5' 6", and really skinny and frail. He has small hands, feet, and shoulders. He has a very Quatre-like hair style only he has medium brown hair, dark grey eyes and really pale skin. He has these really cute big eyes (actually, now that I think about it, he really looks a lot like Quatre). When he declared he was homophobic I was really surprised. I always thought he was gay. We still talk and email each other a lot, I still love him. But one thing that I've always thought was pretty cool, he was born on the last day of July 1988 and I was born August 2nd, 1988. Him at 11:50 p.m. me at 12:01 a.m.. Kinda funny, we weren't even born in the same month. I was the baby until Lolly came along. Everyone treated me like the baby too, I guess I still kinda am, just not by my dad anymore.
Terra Cotta Fox (Ada)