Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Amazing Grace ❯ Amazing Grace ( Chapter 1 )

Amazing Grace
by Fat Cat Buyo
A Christmas fanfic for Kel and Tani-san

Disclaimer: In no way do I own Heero... or Duo. Or even the song used in this fanfic. It spurred on ideas, even though it ain’t that depressing of a song... but I guess I can make it that way >.>

Warnings: Implying of yaoi? Uh... total OOCness? =D What else? Hmm.. just... weirdness. The death... makes no sense to me. Ah yes, this is a deathfic. Be warned...
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Amazing grace, how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me.
I was once lost, but now am found,
Was blind, but now I see.

Duo sat up in his bed. It was cold. He rubbed his eyes and looked around. His room was dark. Getting out of the covers, he noticed one small thing missing.

Heero.

His eyes snapped open and he groped around in darkness for the light switch. Once found, he turned on the light and looked around. No Heero. He made his way toward the door, flung it open and looked around.

‘Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears relieved.
How precious did that grace appear,
The hour I first believed.

“Heero?!” He called, into the dark, but received no reply. Time passed slowly as he looked into the darkness, not understanding what was happening. For once, he was afraid of the darkness because he didn’t know what was out there. He could see nothing except the pitch black of the hallway. Where did the emptiness end?

A light was on at the end of the long hallway, so he headed toward it, keeping his arms firmly glued to his sides. Where else was there to go? He silently walked toward the light, afraid to run into anything or knock anything over. Afraid to fall into the oblivion that was his own hallway. Once he reached the light, he shielded his eyes slightly and looked around the living room. Drops of blood were visible on the off-white carpeting. Duo’s eyes widened.

Through many dangers, toils and snares,
I have already come.
‘Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far,
And grace will lead me home.

Duo followed the trail of blood to the bathroom. He slowly turned the blood soaked handle, but no one was in there. Instead, a large pool of blood was in front of the sink, where small rivers of blood trailed down the mirror. Duo let a small gasp escape his lips as he looked at the blood soaked towels and found a small bullet on the counter. He turned it over in his hands, not caring that the brownish red liquid was staining his hands. His eyes held sadness in them, holding tears that threatened to fall at any given moment. Putting down the bullet, he continued his search for the missing pilot.

‘He couldn’t have gone far...’ Duo thought. But what did he know?

The Lord has promised good to me,
His word my hope secures.
He will my shield and portion me,
As long as life endures.

There was no more blood after that, but Duo kept going. Passing an open window in the living room, he closed it. The snow was blowing harder, and the Christmas tree sat in the corner, unlit. Normally, the tree earned a smile from anyone in the room, but tonight was not a normal night. The sight of the tree that was decorated with love only looked creepy and made shivers run down the braided boy’s spine.

Walking away from the living room, he put his hand on the kitchen door. He was almost afraid to open it. A bloody hand print was on the handle. Duo touched it before recoiling. ‘I can do this. I can do this.’ He repeated into his head, turning the handle, but he wasn’t prepared for the sight he saw next.

Heero’s body lay in the middle of the kitchen, his hands around the hilt of a knife. The knife was embedded in his chest and the blood from the wound pooled around him. His eyes were dead and lifeless, just like the body. Duo could see no trace of pain in the pilot’s eyes.

Yet when this flesh and heart shall fail,
And mortal life shall cease,
I shall posses within the viel,
A life of joy and peace.

Duo cried out and backed up against the wall, too scared to do much else, Too scared to even cry. Once the full horror of it all sunk in, he let his body go limp. Without the strength to hold himself up, he fell down to his knees and started sobbing.

Crawling toward Heero, he cradled him in his arms, not noticing the small bullet hole in his stomach. Tears ran down his cheeks, but he didn’t care. Heero was dead. He sobbed harder, holding the body to his chest. Every other noise was drowned out. The ticking of the grandfather clock, the blizzard outside; not even the happy carols of the families just a few houses down, singing their hearts out to the neighbours. Nothing could be heard except for his own wails.

Days and days passed that night, and Duo never ate. The images of Heero’s dead and blood corpse always haunting him. His eyes was almost sunken in from lack of sleep, and he imagined all the possible deaths he could bestow on himself. Everything meant nothing to Duo anymore. He no longer had a reason to live. It was his own fault that Heero had died. His own fault.

And he told himself that every minute of every hour of every day.

When we’ve been there ten thousand years,
Bright shining as the sun,
We’ve no less days to sing God’s praise,
Than when we’ve first begun.

----Owari (end)-----

Merry Christmas to ya’ll. Yes, it’s Christmas in this story. This one goes out to Tani-san and Kelly, two members of the Shichinin tai, who both requested this fanfic! Have a very merry Christmas! With love, Buyo.