Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Completing the Silence ❯ Released Into Captivity ( Chapter 9 )
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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 | Pages: 4 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 391 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological / Drama / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.07.2002 | Pages: 4 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 391 | Status: Completed
LSE // 7-19-02
(Completing the Silence - Chapter Eight: Released into Captivity)
rated: PG13 - violence, language, content
shounen-ai/yaoi
Released into Captivity
The house was very quiet, without Duo. Wufei turned the volume on the
television up to try and hide it, but they were all aware of it.
Except for maybe Heero. Quatre looked at the stairs from reflex,
knowing that Heero was upstairs, most likely typing in front of his
laptop. To his surprise, just as he looked over, Heero came walking
down the stairs.
Heero ignored the looks his friends shot him and sat next to Trowa,
at the end of the couch. "Well?" He asked expectantly.
Quatre looked over curiously, the only one to respond. Wufei still
looked angry, nursing his desire to punch Heero. "Heero?"
Heero looked at the television, eyes locked on the screen. "The
hospital." He said simply. Trowa looked Heero, sitting there so
stiffly beside him, as if one good push would knock him over and
break him into a thousand pieces, like glass.
"It was...nice. Very." Quatre fumbled over his words. He didn't want
to describe the gray and depressing sights he'd seen.
The iron stare at the television broke and Heero looked over,
surprise flickering behind his eyes. "Nice," he repeated, almost in a
questioning manner.
"Yes, wasn't it, Trowa?"
Emerald eyes slowly shifted to fix Quatre with a sullen glare.
Quatre's blue pleaded with the green, begging them to accept the lie
and set Heero at ease. Trowa felt his will bending with the smaller
man's kindness. He finally nodded, "Nice."
Heero stood, the barest trace of relief across his face. He started
to leave, but hesitated and looked back at them. "Duo?"
Wufei started to reply, but Quatre quickly said, "Really good.
Complained about the food, but you know Duo."
Both Trowa and Wufei fixed identical looks of disapproval on the
Arabian, who carefully avoided looking at them. Heero desperately
ignored the obviousness of the lie and nodded, withdrawing from the
room. "Good," he muttered. "Good."
As soon as Heero was safely out of earshot, Wufei and Trowa both
started talking, Trowa with a bit less emotion than the enraged
Wufei. Quatre held up his hands to stop them, "Please! What would you
have rather have me say?"
"The truth." Wufei said firmly.
"He's right, koi..." Trowa said softly, for Quatre's ears only.
The blonde shrugged helplessly, "I know... But it would have killed
him to hear the truth. Don't you forget they didn't exactly leave on
a positive note?"
No one could forget that scene.
"Heero had to make a difficult choice..." Quatre stopped talking,
biting his lower lip to quell the rising tears.
"You're right." Trowa pulled Quatre into a hug and shot Wufei a
slight glare.
Wufei kept silent, which was the closest thing to admittance he'd
give.
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I hold my watch up directly in front of my face, but I cannot see the
time. Suddenly I know what I will buy as soon as I'm free. I'll buy
one of those watches with the glow face. It's so dark...
I try to guess what time it is. They haven't brought me food yet, but
maybe I don't get food. I haven't been awake very long and despite
the horrible night's sleep I had, I'm not very tired. I've either
slept in very late or it's before seven, for that's when they serve
breakfast.
I wonder if they've let Natasha out yet.
I gingerly feel my face. My lip is cut and I'm pretty sure I have a
black eye. I wonder how many times they hit me. I wonder how many
times I hit them. The details are a little fuzzy. I think I really
did snap.
They haven't given me anything except my clothes.
I should be getting medication soon. Maybe this is such a twisted
place they won't give me food or medicine the entire time I'm in here.
The whole room is padded, so at least it's comfortable. I've felt my
way along the entire area, it's very small. If I stand up my head
brushes the ceiling. The room is only about six feet deep and eight
feet wide, as best as I can guess.
Suddenly, I hear the door unlocking. Just in time I dive aside and
cover my eyes as light floods the room, burning through my tightly
closed lids.
Just when I open my eyes the door closes. I crawl over and find a
tray there. Lunch. I guess I don't get breakfast. The door opens
again and a nurse hands me a small paper cup with my meds in it. She
stands there and checks to make sure I took them before leaving me
once more.
But just before the door closes I see Natasha being led away by
another nurse. So they let her free.
I absently chew on a piece of my bread and think about the comment
Natasha made.
\"You don't take your medicine either?"
I wonder about her, because thinking about Natasha is less painful
than thinking about my own life, or Heero. According to Natasha, her
comrades are coming on Thursday to break her out. Is this just
another delusion, or is she planning on escaping?
Could I go with her? I wonder what would happen, if I really did
escape.
My thoughts gradually shift over to Heero. How can I avoid thinking
about him, when he's all that my heart knows? I miss him so much. I'm
still angry at him, too, for abandoning me. Yes, that's it, he has
abandoned me.
And I wonder, if I ran away, would he care?
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I've lost track of time.
I've lost track of reality.
I'm laying on my back, staring at the ceiling. I know the ceiling is
there, but I can't see it. I close my eyes. It's the same as if. I
open my eyes. I can't tell a different between them.
I wonder what my friends are doing right now. I don't know what time
it is. Is it night? Is it day? How long ago was lunch? When is
dinner? Am I hungry? I'm not hungry, does that mean lunch wasn't very
long ago, or that I'm just not hungry.
Is it still Tuesday?
Quatre said they'd be back on Wednesday.
I wonder if Heero will come.
Heero. The simple thought of him makes me feel a thousand different
emotions. I ache for him beside me.
The door is opening.
The door stays open. "You may come out now, Duo."
Is it Wednesday already? I stumble to my feet and out into the hall,
throwing an arm up to shield my eyes from the light. The nurse beside
me shuts the door to the Solitary chamber and takes my arm, leading
me through the hallways.
"The doctor said you may come out, even though you haven't had the
full two days. Are you hungry? Dinner's in a few."
A few what, I want to ask, seconds? Hours? Minutes? Days?
She leads me to my room and then leaves. Natasha isn't here. I go
over to my bed and sit. I take my cross off the side table and slip
it on. I'm glad I took it off before going to the showers. I open the
table drawer and look inside, staring down at the picture of me and
Heero.
What time is it? I look to my watch. It's waterproof, but doesn't
glow. I wish it glowed.
I'm not hungry.
They're probably laughing at me. Look at him, Mr.Tough-guy, gave two
orderlies a hard time, got the fight beat out of him. Locked him up
in solitary. Poke him with a stick, see if he flinches.
I don't want to be here anymore.
I want to go home.
Do I even have a home anymore?
I start to sleep. I wake. I sleep again.
When I wake once more, Natasha still hasn't come into the room. It's
late. I missed supper. I guess they don't check to see if you eat, or
maybe they know and are pleased. Go to bed, without any supper!
I look at my watch. I can see the face of it, now. It's close to eight
thirty. Lights out at nine.
I shuffled off my bed and out into the hall. If I were Natasha, where
would I be? I wander down the hall, peering into the open doors I
pass. I've never noticed the other patients much. Most of them are
older than me. They look dazed. Confused.
Lost.
I turn around and start back towards the living area, thinking maybe
she's watching television, when a hand grabs mine and yanks me aside.
Into a janitor's closet. I turn around, thinking it's Natasha.
The door closes.
I look up at the shadowed face of Steve the orderly. James leans
against the door, I can see from the corner of me eye.
Trapped.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't our favorite patient."
Oh, shit.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Author's Notes: Oi, I know, this just keeps getting worse and worse
for Duo, but don't hate me! The rating changes from PG13 to R at this
point, please be aware of that. Uhm, I think that's about it... I like
hearing your comments and reviews, they're what keep me writing. I'm
glad to see that my original character, Natasha, appeals to you! ^^
Feedback/reviews greatly appreciated! More chapters coming.
copyright 2002 - Gundam Wing and characters copyright other people.
LSE - "Violet" (ManzokuBiscuit@aol.com)
www.geocities.com/manzokubiscuit/index.html
(Completing the Silence - Chapter Eight: Released into Captivity)
rated: PG13 - violence, language, content
shounen-ai/yaoi
Released into Captivity
The house was very quiet, without Duo. Wufei turned the volume on the
television up to try and hide it, but they were all aware of it.
Except for maybe Heero. Quatre looked at the stairs from reflex,
knowing that Heero was upstairs, most likely typing in front of his
laptop. To his surprise, just as he looked over, Heero came walking
down the stairs.
Heero ignored the looks his friends shot him and sat next to Trowa,
at the end of the couch. "Well?" He asked expectantly.
Quatre looked over curiously, the only one to respond. Wufei still
looked angry, nursing his desire to punch Heero. "Heero?"
Heero looked at the television, eyes locked on the screen. "The
hospital." He said simply. Trowa looked Heero, sitting there so
stiffly beside him, as if one good push would knock him over and
break him into a thousand pieces, like glass.
"It was...nice. Very." Quatre fumbled over his words. He didn't want
to describe the gray and depressing sights he'd seen.
The iron stare at the television broke and Heero looked over,
surprise flickering behind his eyes. "Nice," he repeated, almost in a
questioning manner.
"Yes, wasn't it, Trowa?"
Emerald eyes slowly shifted to fix Quatre with a sullen glare.
Quatre's blue pleaded with the green, begging them to accept the lie
and set Heero at ease. Trowa felt his will bending with the smaller
man's kindness. He finally nodded, "Nice."
Heero stood, the barest trace of relief across his face. He started
to leave, but hesitated and looked back at them. "Duo?"
Wufei started to reply, but Quatre quickly said, "Really good.
Complained about the food, but you know Duo."
Both Trowa and Wufei fixed identical looks of disapproval on the
Arabian, who carefully avoided looking at them. Heero desperately
ignored the obviousness of the lie and nodded, withdrawing from the
room. "Good," he muttered. "Good."
As soon as Heero was safely out of earshot, Wufei and Trowa both
started talking, Trowa with a bit less emotion than the enraged
Wufei. Quatre held up his hands to stop them, "Please! What would you
have rather have me say?"
"The truth." Wufei said firmly.
"He's right, koi..." Trowa said softly, for Quatre's ears only.
The blonde shrugged helplessly, "I know... But it would have killed
him to hear the truth. Don't you forget they didn't exactly leave on
a positive note?"
No one could forget that scene.
"Heero had to make a difficult choice..." Quatre stopped talking,
biting his lower lip to quell the rising tears.
"You're right." Trowa pulled Quatre into a hug and shot Wufei a
slight glare.
Wufei kept silent, which was the closest thing to admittance he'd
give.
--------------------------------------------------- -------------------
I hold my watch up directly in front of my face, but I cannot see the
time. Suddenly I know what I will buy as soon as I'm free. I'll buy
one of those watches with the glow face. It's so dark...
I try to guess what time it is. They haven't brought me food yet, but
maybe I don't get food. I haven't been awake very long and despite
the horrible night's sleep I had, I'm not very tired. I've either
slept in very late or it's before seven, for that's when they serve
breakfast.
I wonder if they've let Natasha out yet.
I gingerly feel my face. My lip is cut and I'm pretty sure I have a
black eye. I wonder how many times they hit me. I wonder how many
times I hit them. The details are a little fuzzy. I think I really
did snap.
They haven't given me anything except my clothes.
I should be getting medication soon. Maybe this is such a twisted
place they won't give me food or medicine the entire time I'm in here.
The whole room is padded, so at least it's comfortable. I've felt my
way along the entire area, it's very small. If I stand up my head
brushes the ceiling. The room is only about six feet deep and eight
feet wide, as best as I can guess.
Suddenly, I hear the door unlocking. Just in time I dive aside and
cover my eyes as light floods the room, burning through my tightly
closed lids.
Just when I open my eyes the door closes. I crawl over and find a
tray there. Lunch. I guess I don't get breakfast. The door opens
again and a nurse hands me a small paper cup with my meds in it. She
stands there and checks to make sure I took them before leaving me
once more.
But just before the door closes I see Natasha being led away by
another nurse. So they let her free.
I absently chew on a piece of my bread and think about the comment
Natasha made.
\"You don't take your medicine either?"
I wonder about her, because thinking about Natasha is less painful
than thinking about my own life, or Heero. According to Natasha, her
comrades are coming on Thursday to break her out. Is this just
another delusion, or is she planning on escaping?
Could I go with her? I wonder what would happen, if I really did
escape.
My thoughts gradually shift over to Heero. How can I avoid thinking
about him, when he's all that my heart knows? I miss him so much. I'm
still angry at him, too, for abandoning me. Yes, that's it, he has
abandoned me.
And I wonder, if I ran away, would he care?
------------------------------------------------------------ ----------
I've lost track of time.
I've lost track of reality.
I'm laying on my back, staring at the ceiling. I know the ceiling is
there, but I can't see it. I close my eyes. It's the same as if. I
open my eyes. I can't tell a different between them.
I wonder what my friends are doing right now. I don't know what time
it is. Is it night? Is it day? How long ago was lunch? When is
dinner? Am I hungry? I'm not hungry, does that mean lunch wasn't very
long ago, or that I'm just not hungry.
Is it still Tuesday?
Quatre said they'd be back on Wednesday.
I wonder if Heero will come.
Heero. The simple thought of him makes me feel a thousand different
emotions. I ache for him beside me.
The door is opening.
The door stays open. "You may come out now, Duo."
Is it Wednesday already? I stumble to my feet and out into the hall,
throwing an arm up to shield my eyes from the light. The nurse beside
me shuts the door to the Solitary chamber and takes my arm, leading
me through the hallways.
"The doctor said you may come out, even though you haven't had the
full two days. Are you hungry? Dinner's in a few."
A few what, I want to ask, seconds? Hours? Minutes? Days?
She leads me to my room and then leaves. Natasha isn't here. I go
over to my bed and sit. I take my cross off the side table and slip
it on. I'm glad I took it off before going to the showers. I open the
table drawer and look inside, staring down at the picture of me and
Heero.
What time is it? I look to my watch. It's waterproof, but doesn't
glow. I wish it glowed.
I'm not hungry.
They're probably laughing at me. Look at him, Mr.Tough-guy, gave two
orderlies a hard time, got the fight beat out of him. Locked him up
in solitary. Poke him with a stick, see if he flinches.
I don't want to be here anymore.
I want to go home.
Do I even have a home anymore?
I start to sleep. I wake. I sleep again.
When I wake once more, Natasha still hasn't come into the room. It's
late. I missed supper. I guess they don't check to see if you eat, or
maybe they know and are pleased. Go to bed, without any supper!
I look at my watch. I can see the face of it, now. It's close to eight
thirty. Lights out at nine.
I shuffled off my bed and out into the hall. If I were Natasha, where
would I be? I wander down the hall, peering into the open doors I
pass. I've never noticed the other patients much. Most of them are
older than me. They look dazed. Confused.
Lost.
I turn around and start back towards the living area, thinking maybe
she's watching television, when a hand grabs mine and yanks me aside.
Into a janitor's closet. I turn around, thinking it's Natasha.
The door closes.
I look up at the shadowed face of Steve the orderly. James leans
against the door, I can see from the corner of me eye.
Trapped.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't our favorite patient."
Oh, shit.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Author's Notes: Oi, I know, this just keeps getting worse and worse
for Duo, but don't hate me! The rating changes from PG13 to R at this
point, please be aware of that. Uhm, I think that's about it... I like
hearing your comments and reviews, they're what keep me writing. I'm
glad to see that my original character, Natasha, appeals to you! ^^
Feedback/reviews greatly appreciated! More chapters coming.
copyright 2002 - Gundam Wing and characters copyright other people.
LSE - "Violet" (ManzokuBiscuit@aol.com)
www.geocities.com/manzokubiscuit/index.html