Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Completing the Silence ❯ Something Better ( Chapter 3 )
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By: Violet_Nyte 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological / Drama / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.07.2002 | Updated On: 08.27.2002 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 402 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological / Drama / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.07.2002 | Updated On: 08.27.2002 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 402 | Status: Completed
LSE // 7-15-02
(Completing the Silence - Chapter Three: Something Better)
rated: PG-13 - violence, language, content
shounen-ai/yaoi
Something Better
"Duo."
I turn, half dressed, and find myself being studied by intense blue
eyes. "Yeah?"
Heero looks at me, I can tell he's struggling for words. It's hard for
him sometimes, to tell me things. My heart leaps, I think he must be
trying to tell me something emotional. Maybe he wants to forgive me.
I try to smile encouragingly. His face darkens and he turns away,
"Don't forget to take your medicine at eight."
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"What's the blue one for?"
Doctor Burnett looks at me curiously, innocently. I imagine someone's
filled her in with all the little details of the previous day's
events. Yippity skippity. I'm mildly surprised she hasn't brought in
a straight jacket. I'm laying across the couch even though she insists
she doesn't practice free-association.
"What blue one, Duo?"
"The pill, doc, the pill. I was taking three for pain, now I'm got
four. Unless the doctor upped my dose in attempt to kill me..."
"It's just something I added to... help you."
"Prozac?"
"MAO inhibitor."
I pretend as if I know what that is and nod. "Of course."
"Do you often fall asleep in showers?"
"Only the really comfortable ones."
I hear the pen moving across the paper. "Do you want to tell me what
the nightmare was about?"
"I don't remember," I lie.
The pen pauses, we both know I'm lying. She tries a different tactic,
"What was your childhood like?"
I close my eyes and sigh. I'm tempted to just remain silent. Maybe
she'll think I fell asleep. I'm being bribed, you know. Quatre. Damn
him. I think he's sneakier than any of us could ever dream.
/He corners me, those huge blue eyes burning into mine. "She's just
trying to help you, Duo."
I sigh. Sometimes I wish I could be Trowa. They're just so perfectly
cute and... No, it's Heero I love. "What about my childhood?"
Silence. Question time over. Doesn't practice free association my ass.
I want to play with her, give her wrong information. Tell her I'm
plotting to kill Relena. Kill Heero. Kill everyone.
Shinigami.
So, I tell her, just to see what she'll say. I tell her about growing
up, orphaned on the streets of the L2 colony cluster. I describe Solo
to her, Father Maxwell and Sister Helen. I don't tell her about the
massacre. I stop, leaving my story with me and my braided hair
happily living in the Maxwell Church.
"Didn't the Maxwell Church burn to the ground, killing everyone
inside?"
"You're just full of tact, aren't you? Yes, the Federation blew it
up." Why the hell am I telling her this? The blue pill. Those damn
blue pills. Truth serum? No, I lied to her about the dream. Hell,
maybe I want to scare her. I remember a story I once heard, a long
time ago. "This girl comes to school one day with slashes across her
wrists. She's asked about it, you know what she says? 'The knife
slipped while I was cooking.'"
"Pardon?" The doctor says, taken back by this sudden announcement.
She probably thinking we're making some sort of break through. As if
me telling her about my childhood is prompting me to discover my
inner self or some such nonsense.
"They believe her. 'The knife slipped' HA!" I laugh, turning to look
at the doctor. I think I've scared her. I can just see the questions
forming on her toung.
"And what happened to the girl, Duo?"
"Oh, well, she tried it again, of course. They always try again."
Oops, that sounded bad! I want to laugh and tell her I'm just fooling,
I didn't mean to say that to her. I don't care. I think I might want
her to flip out on me. I want to see her lose her composure.
I want to make Heero feel something besides anger.
"And then they got her help?"
"Oh, no. She used something better. Bigger."
"A bigger knife?"
"A gun."
------------------------------------------------------------ ----------
Heero shot a suspicious glance to the kitchen, "He actually said
that?"
Doctor Burnett nodded, looking to her notepad. She read aloud the
last little bit of the conversation. Heero scowled, either Duo was
seriously sick or had one very twisted sense of humor. Then again,
Duo's jokes had always been a little morbid.
"I think you might want to investigate more... stable living
arrangements for Duo."
"What do you mean?"
The doctor adjusted her glasses with slender fingers, taking a moment
before answering. "Maybe it's time to consider institionalizing Duo."
Heero stood, glaring down at her, "Duo isn't crazy!"
"'They always try again?' Do those sound like the words of a sane
man?" The doctor asked, eyes narrowing.
"You don't know Duo!"
"It's possible you've been ignoring his symptoms of depression
because of your feelings, but you need to think about what is best
for Duo. Do you want him to try again?"
"No!" Heero looked once more to the kitchen. He can hear Duo's
laughter, but it has a note of desperation to it. Like a dying man.
He shuddered at the thought. "No, I don't," He said, quietly sitting
once more. "Have you found out why?"
"It's my job to determine whether or not Duo has some sort of
psychological problem, then suggest the proper treatment. I was
willing to give him the benefit of a doubt, but Duo is obviously very
disturbed. You say he refers to himself as the God of death? This,
Shinigami?"
"You don't understand. It was during the war."
Doctor Burnett stood, gathering her notepad to herself, "Mister Yuy,
I can only tell you what I know, it's up to you to believe me. In my
opinion, Duo needs more help than I can give him. He needs to be
placed in a hospital. Good day."
Heero sat there in silence, rolling the doctor's words over in his
mind. Duo, cheerful, funny, smiling Duo, what happened? As he had
done a thousand times before, he mentally sorted through the painful
events.
/"What's this?" Heero asked, gently touching the gash above his
lover's eye.
/"Nothing," Duo laughed, slightly embarrassed, "I wasn't watching
where I was going and, uhm, ran into a pole." He laughed again,
cocking his head in that trademark Maxwell grin.
/"Only you," Heero cracked a slight smile, shaking his head and
turning away. "At least put something over it, for me?"
/"Sure, koi."
That was just like Duo. Heero could easily picture him wandering
blindly into a pole. Although, now that he thought about it, Duo had
seemed sort of odd afterwards. Could he have jostled something loose
in his brain? The cut didn't look all that bad.
Heero stood, mashing his hands into the pockets of his jeans. All his
black spandex shorts were in the wash. Looking down, he realized he
was wearing one of Duo's only non-black pieces of clothing. All black.
That seemed important. No, Duo wore all black in memory of the
Maxwell church, because the children there were dressed like priests.
He turned suddenly, hearing a startled shriek from the kitchen. He was
already running through the house when Quatre burst through the
connecting door, "Heero!"
"What?" Heero asked, grabbing the smaller man's shoulders. He gave
him a slight shake, not liking to panicked look he was receiving.
"Duo--" The words cut off as he released Quatre and threw himself
into the kitchen door. He froze instantly, eyes locked on his black-
clad lover. Duo turned, mouth opening as if to say something, but
quickly closing when he saw it was Heero, not the slim Arabian.
"Fuck!" He swore under his breath, eyes traveling away from the wide
violet eyes and locking on the sleek firearm held at his side.
"Duo..."
Duo raised the gun, "Gomen, koi..."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Author's Notes: Sorry for the cliffhanger. I promise the next chapter
will be very soon. I'm pleased with the progress so far, about a
chapter a day!
Feedback/reviews are very much appreciated! More chapters coming.
Some people might be confused as to the use of the "/". Any paragraph
that begins with the backslash is a flash-back.
free association - psychological method used by Freud, where the
patient talks about anything and everything, including painfull
experiences. The logic being that after months - years - of this, the
patient will start moving towards mental health.
copyright 2002 - Gundam Wing and characters copyright other people.
LSE - "Violet" (ManzokuBiscuit@aol.com)
www.geocities.com/manzokubiscuit/index.html
(Completing the Silence - Chapter Three: Something Better)
rated: PG-13 - violence, language, content
shounen-ai/yaoi
Something Better
"Duo."
I turn, half dressed, and find myself being studied by intense blue
eyes. "Yeah?"
Heero looks at me, I can tell he's struggling for words. It's hard for
him sometimes, to tell me things. My heart leaps, I think he must be
trying to tell me something emotional. Maybe he wants to forgive me.
I try to smile encouragingly. His face darkens and he turns away,
"Don't forget to take your medicine at eight."
---------------------------------------------------------- ------------
"What's the blue one for?"
Doctor Burnett looks at me curiously, innocently. I imagine someone's
filled her in with all the little details of the previous day's
events. Yippity skippity. I'm mildly surprised she hasn't brought in
a straight jacket. I'm laying across the couch even though she insists
she doesn't practice free-association.
"What blue one, Duo?"
"The pill, doc, the pill. I was taking three for pain, now I'm got
four. Unless the doctor upped my dose in attempt to kill me..."
"It's just something I added to... help you."
"Prozac?"
"MAO inhibitor."
I pretend as if I know what that is and nod. "Of course."
"Do you often fall asleep in showers?"
"Only the really comfortable ones."
I hear the pen moving across the paper. "Do you want to tell me what
the nightmare was about?"
"I don't remember," I lie.
The pen pauses, we both know I'm lying. She tries a different tactic,
"What was your childhood like?"
I close my eyes and sigh. I'm tempted to just remain silent. Maybe
she'll think I fell asleep. I'm being bribed, you know. Quatre. Damn
him. I think he's sneakier than any of us could ever dream.
/He corners me, those huge blue eyes burning into mine. "She's just
trying to help you, Duo."
I sigh. Sometimes I wish I could be Trowa. They're just so perfectly
cute and... No, it's Heero I love. "What about my childhood?"
Silence. Question time over. Doesn't practice free association my ass.
I want to play with her, give her wrong information. Tell her I'm
plotting to kill Relena. Kill Heero. Kill everyone.
Shinigami.
So, I tell her, just to see what she'll say. I tell her about growing
up, orphaned on the streets of the L2 colony cluster. I describe Solo
to her, Father Maxwell and Sister Helen. I don't tell her about the
massacre. I stop, leaving my story with me and my braided hair
happily living in the Maxwell Church.
"Didn't the Maxwell Church burn to the ground, killing everyone
inside?"
"You're just full of tact, aren't you? Yes, the Federation blew it
up." Why the hell am I telling her this? The blue pill. Those damn
blue pills. Truth serum? No, I lied to her about the dream. Hell,
maybe I want to scare her. I remember a story I once heard, a long
time ago. "This girl comes to school one day with slashes across her
wrists. She's asked about it, you know what she says? 'The knife
slipped while I was cooking.'"
"Pardon?" The doctor says, taken back by this sudden announcement.
She probably thinking we're making some sort of break through. As if
me telling her about my childhood is prompting me to discover my
inner self or some such nonsense.
"They believe her. 'The knife slipped' HA!" I laugh, turning to look
at the doctor. I think I've scared her. I can just see the questions
forming on her toung.
"And what happened to the girl, Duo?"
"Oh, well, she tried it again, of course. They always try again."
Oops, that sounded bad! I want to laugh and tell her I'm just fooling,
I didn't mean to say that to her. I don't care. I think I might want
her to flip out on me. I want to see her lose her composure.
I want to make Heero feel something besides anger.
"And then they got her help?"
"Oh, no. She used something better. Bigger."
"A bigger knife?"
"A gun."
------------------------------------------------------------ ----------
Heero shot a suspicious glance to the kitchen, "He actually said
that?"
Doctor Burnett nodded, looking to her notepad. She read aloud the
last little bit of the conversation. Heero scowled, either Duo was
seriously sick or had one very twisted sense of humor. Then again,
Duo's jokes had always been a little morbid.
"I think you might want to investigate more... stable living
arrangements for Duo."
"What do you mean?"
The doctor adjusted her glasses with slender fingers, taking a moment
before answering. "Maybe it's time to consider institionalizing Duo."
Heero stood, glaring down at her, "Duo isn't crazy!"
"'They always try again?' Do those sound like the words of a sane
man?" The doctor asked, eyes narrowing.
"You don't know Duo!"
"It's possible you've been ignoring his symptoms of depression
because of your feelings, but you need to think about what is best
for Duo. Do you want him to try again?"
"No!" Heero looked once more to the kitchen. He can hear Duo's
laughter, but it has a note of desperation to it. Like a dying man.
He shuddered at the thought. "No, I don't," He said, quietly sitting
once more. "Have you found out why?"
"It's my job to determine whether or not Duo has some sort of
psychological problem, then suggest the proper treatment. I was
willing to give him the benefit of a doubt, but Duo is obviously very
disturbed. You say he refers to himself as the God of death? This,
Shinigami?"
"You don't understand. It was during the war."
Doctor Burnett stood, gathering her notepad to herself, "Mister Yuy,
I can only tell you what I know, it's up to you to believe me. In my
opinion, Duo needs more help than I can give him. He needs to be
placed in a hospital. Good day."
Heero sat there in silence, rolling the doctor's words over in his
mind. Duo, cheerful, funny, smiling Duo, what happened? As he had
done a thousand times before, he mentally sorted through the painful
events.
/"What's this?" Heero asked, gently touching the gash above his
lover's eye.
/"Nothing," Duo laughed, slightly embarrassed, "I wasn't watching
where I was going and, uhm, ran into a pole." He laughed again,
cocking his head in that trademark Maxwell grin.
/"Only you," Heero cracked a slight smile, shaking his head and
turning away. "At least put something over it, for me?"
/"Sure, koi."
That was just like Duo. Heero could easily picture him wandering
blindly into a pole. Although, now that he thought about it, Duo had
seemed sort of odd afterwards. Could he have jostled something loose
in his brain? The cut didn't look all that bad.
Heero stood, mashing his hands into the pockets of his jeans. All his
black spandex shorts were in the wash. Looking down, he realized he
was wearing one of Duo's only non-black pieces of clothing. All black.
That seemed important. No, Duo wore all black in memory of the
Maxwell church, because the children there were dressed like priests.
He turned suddenly, hearing a startled shriek from the kitchen. He was
already running through the house when Quatre burst through the
connecting door, "Heero!"
"What?" Heero asked, grabbing the smaller man's shoulders. He gave
him a slight shake, not liking to panicked look he was receiving.
"Duo--" The words cut off as he released Quatre and threw himself
into the kitchen door. He froze instantly, eyes locked on his black-
clad lover. Duo turned, mouth opening as if to say something, but
quickly closing when he saw it was Heero, not the slim Arabian.
"Fuck!" He swore under his breath, eyes traveling away from the wide
violet eyes and locking on the sleek firearm held at his side.
"Duo..."
Duo raised the gun, "Gomen, koi..."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Author's Notes: Sorry for the cliffhanger. I promise the next chapter
will be very soon. I'm pleased with the progress so far, about a
chapter a day!
Feedback/reviews are very much appreciated! More chapters coming.
Some people might be confused as to the use of the "/". Any paragraph
that begins with the backslash is a flash-back.
free association - psychological method used by Freud, where the
patient talks about anything and everything, including painfull
experiences. The logic being that after months - years - of this, the
patient will start moving towards mental health.
copyright 2002 - Gundam Wing and characters copyright other people.
LSE - "Violet" (ManzokuBiscuit@aol.com)
www.geocities.com/manzokubiscuit/index.html