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Four: Pain of a Soldier

Epictetus: It is impossible for a man to learn what he thinks he already
knows.

Edna St. Vincent Millay: I love humanity but I
hate people.

Homegrown �Kiss Me, Diss Me�

�You�re just one of those
trouble girls

Using me for everything but
love�

Pain. Not a
dull and throbbing pain, blinding and searing through his very marrow. Pain was all that he was aware of in his
locked in and obscure world. Everything
he felt was shrouded in a tight clenching pain.
His body was a vessel for pain, containing only that and nothing
more. Then there was darkness.

Then he was floating, suspended in the dark void
where there was no direction or feeling.
There was no distinction between anything and his senses did not obey
any commands he triedgivegive them. He
would have cried out in frustration had he been able to, for not having control
was worse than anything he could have thought.

Here there was no sense of time. He could not remember if they had defeated
Dekim Barton or if they hast.

A little girl stood before him with her puppy,
asking if he was lost. Then she was
dead, accusing him of killing her and telling him that he had to pay his
penance for her death. And Duo lay dead
because he had miscalculated the power of the explosion. A nameless soldiers brains lay splattered on
his face and his upper body was covered in blood but he did not stop his
killing. Then he went crazy, killing
everyone who he could get to, methodically and efficiently without cause or
re.

He was obsolete, all he knew was war.
He was a good soldier who carried out his missions, protected, killed
and lived on to fight another day. He
had nothing else. Training said to
terminate when there were no more missions but he had made a promise to Duo and
he would not go back on his word. Duo
had said that the only way he could be terminated was by Shinigami and he owed
Duo a life debt with interest. So he
could not die until death came for him naturally or until Duo came for him, but
Shinigami was taking his own sweet time and he could tell that his body was
mending itself, not wasting away. He
wished he was not healing, wished death would come and give him release.

Relena was another cause for concern.

�Hello sir, can I assist you?� The man asked
politely.

�Yes,� Heero eyed him coolly. �I believe that you have received a
transaction from my account for the withdrawal of precisely four thousand two
hundred and forty-one credits?�

�Do you have the account number and password?� The
manager asked sharply.

�Account number is 0999722000-7668,� o reo repeated
the account number with ease. �And this
should be the password.� He passed the
balding man a piece of paper with the word �Shinigami� written on it.

The man took it and nodded to himself before turning
around and opening a locked drawer. He
withdrew an envelope and passed it over to Heero without comment or complaint.

�Inside is the amount you requested,� The manager
said quietly. �All in unmarked bills
with small denominations. Danke von
Schweize Internationale.�

�Bitte,� Heero nodded, turning and leaving.

He reached the outskirts of the city of
Cannes and hailed a taxi. By this time he had acquired a hat from a
street vendor and a pair of green tinted sunglasses to hide his eyes. Thn>The taxi driver was more than happy to drive
him our to the borders of Sanc and into Italy, to the small city of Cuneo which held around fifty
thousand souls. From there he hired
another taxi and made his way to Turin and to Kincaid
Travels. He had heard Duo tabouabout the
company before, about how for a few of five hundred credits they could make you
disappear.

He strode confidently into the business and asked to
see the manager. He was in luck that day
for none other than the owner, Robert Kincaid, was in visiting his Italian
offices. He looked very much like his
older brother Aidan Kincaid from L2, but there were few who knew Robert had a
brother, certainly not Heero Yuy.

�Hello,� Robert spoke in cultured tones, sounding
refined and worldly. �You asked to speak
with the manager but I�m afraid you�ll have to put up with the owner.n
sn
style='mso-spacerun:yes'> What can I do for you?�

�I need to disappear,� Heero said quietly.

�Got a vacation destination in mind?� Robert asked
politely since many traveling customers often said they wanted to disappear.

�I need to
disappear,� Heero repeated firmly. �Did
you not hear me the first time?�

�I did,� Robert smiled then. �Just had to be certain. Come this way please.noon when we�ll take you to the
plane,� Robert said taking the three hundred credits from Heero. �I have another office in Rosario and after a few months
there I�d suggest moving on to New York city. It�s big and has a lot of people, no one
would be able to find you there. Good
luck from whatever you�re running from.�

�I�m not running,� Heero thought to himself as
Robert left the room and he lay down for a nap.
�I�m just taking time out for control.
I just need to cleanse myself.�

What if you�re beyond any
cleansing 01? A
sardonic voice asked. What then?
Where will you hide then 01?

�I�m not hiding!� He growled mentally.

Sure you aren�t, the voice continued smugly. But eventually you�ll see I�m right. There�s nothing for you but the soldier,
you�re nothing without the mission.

�I�m more!� He screamed, but if it was aloud or
internally he did not know and finally he fell into sleep.
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