Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Another Side ❯ Identification ( Chapter 1 )
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LSE // 3-22-03
(Another Side - Chapter One: Identification)
rated: PG13 - language, content
shounen-ai/yaoi
Identification
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--- ------------------December 23rd------------------------------------
White flurries of snow twirled down from the ashen sky with a
near-blizzard like intensity. Dark was rapidly falling, and with it a
sharper chill and a freezing wind. He had to keep going if he wanted
to reach his destination before the weather turned any worse.
A thick sheet of ice slicked over the sidewalk, and the roads were no
better. It was fortunate he hadn't bothered to hot-wire a car. The
roads, iced and cleared by the airport, disintegrated into disaster
the further he got into the lower-rent districts. Across the street,
a bright neon sign proclaimed, "LI E NUD G RLS!" The establishment
was empty and yellow police taped strung low across the doorway
offered some hint to the building's abandoned status.
He paused, looking up and down the street for a moment to orientate
himself. He began to walk again, head ducked down to block out the
worse of the wind and snow. But, a flood of bright light caused him
to lift up his head and peer down the street. One loan car was
advancing towards him.
Moving higher up on to the sidewalk, he kept walking, hoping the car
would just keep on going. The vehicle hit the sheets of ice and
started to spin. He frowned, stopping to watch with a horrified
fascination. If the car crashed, would he have to fetch help?
The head lights spun with the car, and the entire mass of steel
started to go off the road.
Into his direction.
Too late, he started to dive out of the way. Too late, the driver
tried to jerk the wheel aside. A sickening thud and he was up on the
car's hood, rolling into the windshield and up towards the roof. The
car collided with a street pole and the momentum changed, throwing
the now-limp body back off the car and into the show.
The driver, a young woman in a slinky cocktail dress, was unhurt
thanks to a seat belt and air-bag. She jumped out from the car and
stared at the body for a stunned minute before fetching out her cell
phone with shaking fingers.
White flurries of snow twirled down from the darkened sky with a
blizzard like intensity. The body lay limp in the snow as somewhere,
distance sirens screamed through the streets towards the accident.
---------------------Two Weeks Before---------------------------------
With a yawn, Duo licked and stamped the final envelope. A contented
sigh escaped as he surveyed the neatly piled stack of addressed and
ready-to-be mailed Christmas cards. He'd had a nearly impossible time
getting everyone's locations, but Duo was determined.
Reaching out, he picked up the framed photo of the five Gundam pilots
that sat on his desk. How many years had it been since he'd seen any
of them? Far too long... for some... Duo abruptly set the photo back
on the desk and gathered up the envelopes.
Despite the late hour, he headed down the four flights of stairs to
the crummy little lobby of his apartment complex. The place was
really cheap and it showed. But he didn't care, because he only had a
low-paying job working in a fairly shady video place. Which his
military "career" it was a real step down, but what the hell. Decent
jobs wouldn't take him anyways.
He scraped enough off his job and the checks the government sent him
("thank you, Duo, for saving the world as we know it") to afford the
rat-hole. He wondered how the other pilots were doing. Quatre, he
knew, was living up the high life. And, going by the address on
Trowa's Christmas card and what he'd been able to glean off Quatre on
the last phone call, Trowa living it up on L4 as well.
Quatre and Trowa's cards went into the mail slot, both destined for
the same address. He could have saved postage and sent them a
combined card, but that was probably too suggestive.
Also into the mail went a random assortment of people he knew aside
from the war, and then the rest of the war-buds. He hesitated,
though, which just two cards left. With a snort, he shoved Wufei's
into the box. He had been sending the pilot-turned-scholar a card for
three years now without a single reply. No doubt, the boy was doing
some vow of silence. Or just being rude.
Either way, fourth time's the charm!
Which just left him with one card. One, last card. Easily the most
important card, addressed to Heero Yuy; Sapporo, Japan, Earth. He'd
pulled strings and broken a few laws to get the address, and he
wasn't even sure if it was the right one. Heero had just vanished in
the days following the end of the war.
Duo was greatly tempted to rip open the envelope and read, for one
last time, the card. But, he'd memorized the contents by now. The
words were so painfully casual. Not even four years could dim the
memory of the Perfect Soldier and his patented death glare.
"Oh, Heero..." Duo murmured out loud, shoving the card down into the
mail box. If only he'd told Heero how he felt when it was still
possible to...
Duo sighed once more and turned away, looking up to the half-broken
wall clock hanging above the lobby desk. It was late, but he didn't
have to work on Sundays anyway. Maybe he'd go do something. Attempt
to socialize. Walk in the park.
He only wished he could see Heero's face when the card arrived...
---------------------December 24th, Christmas Eve---------------------
"I got your card, Q. Is Trowa with you? Uh-huh. Catherine, too?
Awesome, I wish I could come visit you guys. Catherine's turkey
sounds better than take-out and cold pizza..." Duo shuffled past the
snuggly warmth of the electric heater and into the kitchen, making a
beeline for the coffee machine.
"Oh, you should come, Duo!" Quatre said, sounding faint and
mechanical through Duo's cheap phone. "It wouldn't be a bother at all
for one or two more. You could see if Heero would come, then we'd all
be together again! I could give Relena a ring, she and Noin... Sally
and Wufei..." Quatre's voice faded off, and for a moment Duo feared
his old phone had died completely.
"Quatre?"
"...have you heard from Heero?"
Duo shifted the coffee mug to his other hand and snagged a stale
donut from the box on the counter. "Not since the war ended. I got
his address, though. Sent him a Christmas card."
"Really? Oh, give me his address, I'll send him one, too!"
Duo laughed, "Quatre, it's Christmas Eve! Oh, okay, okay. Let me...
Wait, hang on for a minute, got another call. One second, it might be
important... Hello? Yes, speaking."
The coffee mug dropped from suddenly limp fingers and fell to the
floor with a terrific shatter. The donut followed, bouncing harmlessly
against the tile and rolling off into oblivion.
"Quatre? I'm going to have to call you back..."
--------------------------------------------------------- -------------
The hospital was practically abandoned when Duo arrived, but that was
to be expected since it was Christmas Eve. He used the main entrance
like the doctor on the phone told him to and the smiling nurse behind
the counter handed him the sign-in sheet. His watch read 10:13am, but
the hospital clock told him 10:18am. He compromised and wrote in
10:15 as the time. It was a perfectly stupid thing to think about,
but it kept his mind from actually pondering what the doctor had
told him.
The nurse smiled when he handed back in the sign-in sheet. "Thank you.
Doctor Haines with be with you shortly," she said, gesturing vaguely
towards the couches.
Duo sat down in one and looked at the array of magazines. None of
them looked interesting, so he resorted to spinning his thumbs
restlessly. Maybe he'd heard the doctor wrong on the phone...
//"Hello, may I please speak to a Mister Duo Maxwell?"//
//"Yes, speaking."//
//"I'm sure this is going to sound a little odd, but this is Doctor
Haines with St.Mary's Hospital and we have a John Doe here with your
address on him. I was hoping you could come down and see if you
recognize him..."//
Duo wasn't sure why the news had upset him so much. Except for the
fact the hospital didn't know who the man was, and Duo didn't like
that the man had his address. He wondered why the man was a John Doe.
Maybe the guy was dead.
"Mr. Maxwell?" the pretty nurse gave him a smile, "The doctor will
see you now."
Duo rose and followed her down a brightly lit hallway until she came
to a stop before an open door. Peeking inside, Duo saw the doctor
sitting behind his desk and walked in after the nurse said, "Doctor
Haines? Mr. Maxwell here to see you."
"Come in," the doctor said, gesturing to one of the upholstered
chairs, "please sit down. I'm glad you could make it in so quickly.
Before we go see if you know our John Doe, I'd just like to know if
you were expecting any company?"
"No, not especially..." Duo shook his head for emphasis.
"Hm," the doctor said, tapping the tips of his fingers together, "I
hope the man doesn't turn out to be a friend or family member. Well,
shall we?" the doctor got up from his chair and came around the desk.
"Could you wait for him to wake up and just tell you his name?" Duo
asked as politely as possible, hoping to gain a little more
information on the John Doe.
"To be honest, Mr. Maxwell, we're not sure if when he'll wake up.
From what we've gathered, he was hit by a car somewhere near your
residence last night. That, and the fact he had your address on him,
makes us think you might be able to identify him. Again, I'm very
glad you've agreed to help us with this matter."
Duo nodded, "Of course."
The doctor continued talking as they got into the elevator, "Our John
Doe has received critical brain damage and is currently comatose. If
the young man has any close relatives or friends, we want them to
know immediately."
The elevator stopped on the fifth floor; the Intensive Care Unit,
according to the directional arrows. "I'm aware the machines may make
it a bit difficult to recognize him, but, please, take your time."
Doctor Haines pulled back the curtain across the doorway and Duo
stepped into the small, crowded room. True enough, there were several
machines hooked up to the body lying beneath the starched white
sheets. Duo stepped forward to better examine the still form and then
drew in a horrified gasp.
"Mr. Maxwell? Do you know him?"
Duo nodded, not able to trust his voice. Even though he hadn't seen
him in four years, it didn't matter. A clean, white bandage covered
most of the head and only allowed a small bit of the unruly chocolate
hair to stick out. Minor cuts and a livid bruise marred features that
looked so strangely relaxed. Closed lids concealed the cobalt blue
eyes Duo knew and... loved.
Duo had to swallow the lump in his throat before turning to the doctor
and saying softly, "His name is Heero Yuy."
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~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Auth or's Notes: Well, I went and started a new story. PLEASE let me
know if you want me to continue! I really like this story and hope
you guys want me to write it!
This first chapter's a little on the short side, sorry.
I'm not sure if I'll be able to type for a while: my keyboard's on
the fritz. It's taking me a long time to write anything since my "E"
key up went and busted on me. Example:
My stupid kyboard rfuss to typ lik it should b, and it just had to
go and pick th most commonly usd lttr in th alphabt! I hat it!
Yeah, annoying isn't it? If I really pound on it, I can get it to
work, but that hurts my wrist and takes forever. Argh.
Maybe I'll just go buy a new keyboard tomorrow...
Anyways! I'm going to really try and not let school stop my writing.
Oh, and if you're wondering about the "|" you'll notice FFN's being
really stupid and not formatting text files properly. Grrr...
Feedback/reviews are very much appreciated!
copyright 2003 - Gundam Wing and characters copyright other people.
Email me to join my Update ML!
LSE - Violet Nyte (ManzokuBiscuit@aol.com)
shameless plug - visit my website for cool "shtuff"
http://violetnyte.fallenweb.net
(Another Side - Chapter One: Identification)
rated: PG13 - language, content
shounen-ai/yaoi
Identification
|
--- ------------------December 23rd------------------------------------
White flurries of snow twirled down from the ashen sky with a
near-blizzard like intensity. Dark was rapidly falling, and with it a
sharper chill and a freezing wind. He had to keep going if he wanted
to reach his destination before the weather turned any worse.
A thick sheet of ice slicked over the sidewalk, and the roads were no
better. It was fortunate he hadn't bothered to hot-wire a car. The
roads, iced and cleared by the airport, disintegrated into disaster
the further he got into the lower-rent districts. Across the street,
a bright neon sign proclaimed, "LI E NUD G RLS!" The establishment
was empty and yellow police taped strung low across the doorway
offered some hint to the building's abandoned status.
He paused, looking up and down the street for a moment to orientate
himself. He began to walk again, head ducked down to block out the
worse of the wind and snow. But, a flood of bright light caused him
to lift up his head and peer down the street. One loan car was
advancing towards him.
Moving higher up on to the sidewalk, he kept walking, hoping the car
would just keep on going. The vehicle hit the sheets of ice and
started to spin. He frowned, stopping to watch with a horrified
fascination. If the car crashed, would he have to fetch help?
The head lights spun with the car, and the entire mass of steel
started to go off the road.
Into his direction.
Too late, he started to dive out of the way. Too late, the driver
tried to jerk the wheel aside. A sickening thud and he was up on the
car's hood, rolling into the windshield and up towards the roof. The
car collided with a street pole and the momentum changed, throwing
the now-limp body back off the car and into the show.
The driver, a young woman in a slinky cocktail dress, was unhurt
thanks to a seat belt and air-bag. She jumped out from the car and
stared at the body for a stunned minute before fetching out her cell
phone with shaking fingers.
White flurries of snow twirled down from the darkened sky with a
blizzard like intensity. The body lay limp in the snow as somewhere,
distance sirens screamed through the streets towards the accident.
---------------------Two Weeks Before---------------------------------
With a yawn, Duo licked and stamped the final envelope. A contented
sigh escaped as he surveyed the neatly piled stack of addressed and
ready-to-be mailed Christmas cards. He'd had a nearly impossible time
getting everyone's locations, but Duo was determined.
Reaching out, he picked up the framed photo of the five Gundam pilots
that sat on his desk. How many years had it been since he'd seen any
of them? Far too long... for some... Duo abruptly set the photo back
on the desk and gathered up the envelopes.
Despite the late hour, he headed down the four flights of stairs to
the crummy little lobby of his apartment complex. The place was
really cheap and it showed. But he didn't care, because he only had a
low-paying job working in a fairly shady video place. Which his
military "career" it was a real step down, but what the hell. Decent
jobs wouldn't take him anyways.
He scraped enough off his job and the checks the government sent him
("thank you, Duo, for saving the world as we know it") to afford the
rat-hole. He wondered how the other pilots were doing. Quatre, he
knew, was living up the high life. And, going by the address on
Trowa's Christmas card and what he'd been able to glean off Quatre on
the last phone call, Trowa living it up on L4 as well.
Quatre and Trowa's cards went into the mail slot, both destined for
the same address. He could have saved postage and sent them a
combined card, but that was probably too suggestive.
Also into the mail went a random assortment of people he knew aside
from the war, and then the rest of the war-buds. He hesitated,
though, which just two cards left. With a snort, he shoved Wufei's
into the box. He had been sending the pilot-turned-scholar a card for
three years now without a single reply. No doubt, the boy was doing
some vow of silence. Or just being rude.
Either way, fourth time's the charm!
Which just left him with one card. One, last card. Easily the most
important card, addressed to Heero Yuy; Sapporo, Japan, Earth. He'd
pulled strings and broken a few laws to get the address, and he
wasn't even sure if it was the right one. Heero had just vanished in
the days following the end of the war.
Duo was greatly tempted to rip open the envelope and read, for one
last time, the card. But, he'd memorized the contents by now. The
words were so painfully casual. Not even four years could dim the
memory of the Perfect Soldier and his patented death glare.
"Oh, Heero..." Duo murmured out loud, shoving the card down into the
mail box. If only he'd told Heero how he felt when it was still
possible to...
Duo sighed once more and turned away, looking up to the half-broken
wall clock hanging above the lobby desk. It was late, but he didn't
have to work on Sundays anyway. Maybe he'd go do something. Attempt
to socialize. Walk in the park.
He only wished he could see Heero's face when the card arrived...
---------------------December 24th, Christmas Eve---------------------
"I got your card, Q. Is Trowa with you? Uh-huh. Catherine, too?
Awesome, I wish I could come visit you guys. Catherine's turkey
sounds better than take-out and cold pizza..." Duo shuffled past the
snuggly warmth of the electric heater and into the kitchen, making a
beeline for the coffee machine.
"Oh, you should come, Duo!" Quatre said, sounding faint and
mechanical through Duo's cheap phone. "It wouldn't be a bother at all
for one or two more. You could see if Heero would come, then we'd all
be together again! I could give Relena a ring, she and Noin... Sally
and Wufei..." Quatre's voice faded off, and for a moment Duo feared
his old phone had died completely.
"Quatre?"
"...have you heard from Heero?"
Duo shifted the coffee mug to his other hand and snagged a stale
donut from the box on the counter. "Not since the war ended. I got
his address, though. Sent him a Christmas card."
"Really? Oh, give me his address, I'll send him one, too!"
Duo laughed, "Quatre, it's Christmas Eve! Oh, okay, okay. Let me...
Wait, hang on for a minute, got another call. One second, it might be
important... Hello? Yes, speaking."
The coffee mug dropped from suddenly limp fingers and fell to the
floor with a terrific shatter. The donut followed, bouncing harmlessly
against the tile and rolling off into oblivion.
"Quatre? I'm going to have to call you back..."
--------------------------------------------------------- -------------
The hospital was practically abandoned when Duo arrived, but that was
to be expected since it was Christmas Eve. He used the main entrance
like the doctor on the phone told him to and the smiling nurse behind
the counter handed him the sign-in sheet. His watch read 10:13am, but
the hospital clock told him 10:18am. He compromised and wrote in
10:15 as the time. It was a perfectly stupid thing to think about,
but it kept his mind from actually pondering what the doctor had
told him.
The nurse smiled when he handed back in the sign-in sheet. "Thank you.
Doctor Haines with be with you shortly," she said, gesturing vaguely
towards the couches.
Duo sat down in one and looked at the array of magazines. None of
them looked interesting, so he resorted to spinning his thumbs
restlessly. Maybe he'd heard the doctor wrong on the phone...
//"Hello, may I please speak to a Mister Duo Maxwell?"//
//"Yes, speaking."//
//"I'm sure this is going to sound a little odd, but this is Doctor
Haines with St.Mary's Hospital and we have a John Doe here with your
address on him. I was hoping you could come down and see if you
recognize him..."//
Duo wasn't sure why the news had upset him so much. Except for the
fact the hospital didn't know who the man was, and Duo didn't like
that the man had his address. He wondered why the man was a John Doe.
Maybe the guy was dead.
"Mr. Maxwell?" the pretty nurse gave him a smile, "The doctor will
see you now."
Duo rose and followed her down a brightly lit hallway until she came
to a stop before an open door. Peeking inside, Duo saw the doctor
sitting behind his desk and walked in after the nurse said, "Doctor
Haines? Mr. Maxwell here to see you."
"Come in," the doctor said, gesturing to one of the upholstered
chairs, "please sit down. I'm glad you could make it in so quickly.
Before we go see if you know our John Doe, I'd just like to know if
you were expecting any company?"
"No, not especially..." Duo shook his head for emphasis.
"Hm," the doctor said, tapping the tips of his fingers together, "I
hope the man doesn't turn out to be a friend or family member. Well,
shall we?" the doctor got up from his chair and came around the desk.
"Could you wait for him to wake up and just tell you his name?" Duo
asked as politely as possible, hoping to gain a little more
information on the John Doe.
"To be honest, Mr. Maxwell, we're not sure if when he'll wake up.
From what we've gathered, he was hit by a car somewhere near your
residence last night. That, and the fact he had your address on him,
makes us think you might be able to identify him. Again, I'm very
glad you've agreed to help us with this matter."
Duo nodded, "Of course."
The doctor continued talking as they got into the elevator, "Our John
Doe has received critical brain damage and is currently comatose. If
the young man has any close relatives or friends, we want them to
know immediately."
The elevator stopped on the fifth floor; the Intensive Care Unit,
according to the directional arrows. "I'm aware the machines may make
it a bit difficult to recognize him, but, please, take your time."
Doctor Haines pulled back the curtain across the doorway and Duo
stepped into the small, crowded room. True enough, there were several
machines hooked up to the body lying beneath the starched white
sheets. Duo stepped forward to better examine the still form and then
drew in a horrified gasp.
"Mr. Maxwell? Do you know him?"
Duo nodded, not able to trust his voice. Even though he hadn't seen
him in four years, it didn't matter. A clean, white bandage covered
most of the head and only allowed a small bit of the unruly chocolate
hair to stick out. Minor cuts and a livid bruise marred features that
looked so strangely relaxed. Closed lids concealed the cobalt blue
eyes Duo knew and... loved.
Duo had to swallow the lump in his throat before turning to the doctor
and saying softly, "His name is Heero Yuy."
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~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Auth or's Notes: Well, I went and started a new story. PLEASE let me
know if you want me to continue! I really like this story and hope
you guys want me to write it!
This first chapter's a little on the short side, sorry.
I'm not sure if I'll be able to type for a while: my keyboard's on
the fritz. It's taking me a long time to write anything since my "E"
key up went and busted on me. Example:
My stupid kyboard rfuss to typ lik it should b, and it just had to
go and pick th most commonly usd lttr in th alphabt! I hat it!
Yeah, annoying isn't it? If I really pound on it, I can get it to
work, but that hurts my wrist and takes forever. Argh.
Maybe I'll just go buy a new keyboard tomorrow...
Anyways! I'm going to really try and not let school stop my writing.
Oh, and if you're wondering about the "|" you'll notice FFN's being
really stupid and not formatting text files properly. Grrr...
Feedback/reviews are very much appreciated!
copyright 2003 - Gundam Wing and characters copyright other people.
Email me to join my Update ML!
LSE - Violet Nyte (ManzokuBiscuit@aol.com)
shameless plug - visit my website for cool "shtuff"
http://violetnyte.fallenweb.net