Mail Order Heero Interlude
Once the shuttle was stabilized and the flight attendants let everybody up Heero reached under his seat for the suitcase he had packed unzipping the side pocket he took out the bundle of letters his aunt had given him with the ticket this morning. Looking at the first envelope dated eleven months ago. he noticed it had never been opened, none of them had. Apparently since his aunt had received the checks straight from the colony office she didn't feel the need to read them.
His hand caressed the writing on the envelope. Handwriting can tell you a lot bout a person's personality. Duo Maxwell's writing was large but neat, not frilly and elegant, but lively and clear. It was addressed to Heero Yuy-Maxwell, so apparently Duo knew how important a person's name could be to their identity. The words caught his attention immediately.
Dear Heero,I know I should start out with a type of greeting, but I'm too nervous. My friends would laugh if they could see me now. I never get nervous, usually I talk a mile a minute. But I guess writing is different, it's more honest than words. I didn't want to get married, I never planned to. The appointment was my friends' gift for doctors had to perform an emergency cesearan. Six people died that day, including my parents and my unborn twin sister. The doctors named me Duo, because I took two breaths instead of one when I was first born as if I was trying to live two lives. They couldn't find any identification for my parents so they sent me to Maxwell Orphanage. Back then the colonies had been started to ease the overpopulation on earth and once a kid turned seven they were sent to space. Usually we were used as cheap labour for the gundanium mines. The year I was sent down there, a plague wiped out seventy percent of the people under thirty.
Labour became a much needed commodity, I could get a job anywhere. I ended up apprenticing under Hilde as a mechanic. Turns out I have a knack for it. I can fix anything. The pay is good so hopefully I can get your ticket soon. I have my own apartment, it's an old building, only seven units and I know all neighbors. It's a small place but at least we don't have to share a room with three other couples like they do in the barracks. Now that you're coming I'll try to fix it up some. It said in your profile that you're unable to write English even if you can read it. Don't worry I'll write enough for the both of us. I know I'm supposed to send a picture but I want to surprise you'll just have to wait :-) I have your picture on the wall in my bedroom. It's the only framed picture in my house. I know they're suppose to be sending you a check every month for your upkeep, but I never trusted the government, so I tucked a few bills in here so you can get something fun for yourself. I want you to be happy.
Your proud husband,
Duo Yuy-Maxwell.
Heero carefully tucked the money away and wiped the tears forming in his eyes. It had been a long time since anyone cared if he was even alive, much less happy. Reading letter after letter Heero didn't notice the time passing.
TBC...
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