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(fic) Voices in the Wind - Not a rock, I'm just Ruth
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(fic) Voices in the Wind
Title: Voices in the Wind
Author: Ruth
Characters: Heero
Rating: G
Warnings/Kinks: Post-EW AU
Summary: Sometimes people go to the high places to seek direction
Word Count: 705
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They call it Piestewa Peak. It was named, said the old man sitting on the porch of the small information center at the bottom of the summit trail, for a warrior woman of the Hopi tribe. He said it was too hot to make it to the top.

It /was/ hot. The sun’s heat reflected off the sandstone. The trail was difficult in places. I was puffing by the time I sat down on the rocks of the summit. The desert stretched around me, a surprising beauty of sand and rock and wispy-cloud sky. The wind cooled the sweat from my forehead. It circled, crying in the emptiness.

The old man said the spirits of dead warriors rode on the winds.

I didn’t think of the warriors. All of the warriors I killed; Alliance, OZ, Romafeller, White Fang, fought and died by their own codes, I felt no guilt about their deaths. It was the others that haunted my dreams. The civilians that were caught in the middle. A little girl in a yellow dress who gave me a flower. I closed my eyes and saw the falling suit again. Would I ever make it up to her?

Perhaps I should have stayed in space. I had a new name now, John Sojourner. Even if I didn’t have a background that could be checked, Charles Worthiman would have helped me brazen it out. Why had I come to Earth?

/“She needs you, you jackass!” Duo’s voice rang in my ears./

Relena. I had failed her. I left her behind while I tried to live in peace. She had been vulnerable after her mother’s death and was deceived and used by Ioan Nichol. She had been disgraced as a politician. Would she forgive me?

The wind sang a low song. A scrap of paper tumbled in the swirling air and came to rest against my calf. I pulled it off, irritated that idiots would ruin even /this/ place with stupid litter.

There was a penciled message on the paper: Thank you.

Thank you.

No one had said that to me.

/Thank you./ Was it a message?

The wind sang over the peak. A shadow flitted over the ground. An eagle flew towards the west.

I now knew why I came to Earth. I wanted find deliverance from the guilt that still clung to me.
Maybe my apologies would give me redemption. I tucked the scrap of paper into my pocket as I hiked back down the trail.

“I thought I’d have to send the rescue team after you,” remarked the old man as he handed me a bottle of water from a chest on the porch. “It’s well over a hundred out there.”

“I was listening to the wind,” I said, drinking a part of it and wetting a paper towel with another part to wipe the back of my neck.

“Ah, yes, the wind says many things,” he nodded. “I’ve heard the voices in it many times. What did it say to you, soldier?”

I choked on the last of the water and stared at him.

“I know the look,” he said quietly. “I’ve seen it many times, many times. Many soldiers come here, I think Private First Class Piestewa calls them to come to her mountain. They all need to be cleansed in some way of what they have seen, of what they have done. What did she say to you?”

“Thank you,” I said.

He nodded. “Very powerful words; not many soldiers hear them enough.”

I nodded. He brought me another bottle of water. He turned on a small radio. I drank the second bottle, listening to a news report. It said that Relena was going to Seattle, Washington to open a veteran’s center. I paid for the water and headed for the road. I had a destination now.

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Notes: On March 23, 2003, Private First Class Lori Ann Piestewa became the first American woman soldier killed in the Iraq war, and the first Native American woman to die in combat in the service of the United States. The former Squaw Peak, near Phoenix Arizona, was renamed Piestewa Peak in her honor and in honor of all the Native American veterans.

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misanagi From: misanagi Date: June 12th, 2005 03:25 am (UTC) (Link)
Nice fic! I love how you write Heero. He is a great character and you always manage to bring out everything I love about him.

Oh and Hex requested that I use my megaphone to stalk you for a while, and you know, I can't say no to Hex. *winks*

kedriaa From: kedriaa Date: June 13th, 2005 02:01 pm (UTC) (Link)
I enjoyed that! I'm glad to see there's more to that story line.
just_ruth From: just_ruth Date: July 13th, 2005 02:38 am (UTC) (Link)
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