Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Completing the Silence ❯ Individually Wrapped ( Chapter 12 )
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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: 5 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 393 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological / Drama / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.07.2002 | Pages: 5 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 393 | Status: Completed
LSE // 7-24-02
(Completing the Silence - Chapter Twelve: Individually Wrapped)
rated: PG13 - violence, language, content
shounen-ai/yaoi
Individually Wrapped
"Where are we going?"
Quatre carefully avoided meeting the piercing blue eyes that bore
into the back of his head, "To the store."
Heero looked warily to either side of him, where both Wufei and
Trowa were passively looking out the window. He also looked to the
empty seat in the front. "All four of us shouldn't be going to the
store."
"Just shut up and ride, Yuy," Wufei ordered. Trowa looked over and
gave him the glare Quatre, as the driver, couldn't. Heero sat back
and crossed his arms in what looked suspiciously like a sulk.
"This isn't the way to the store."
No one answered him, the other three carefully avoiding his eyes.
Heero glared at them, individually and collectively. He didn't
recognized the streets they were taking, nor the walled grounds they
were entering. But he didn't need three guesses to know where they
were.
"This is that hospital," he accused, turning to Trowa. "What are we
doing here?"
Again, he didn't receive an answer. Wufei still looked angry.
Quatre parked the car and they all piled out, except for Heero, who
refused to move from his seat. "I'm not going in."
Wufei started to use force, but Trowa and Quatre stopped him. "Come
on, Heero, don't be like this," Quatre said.
Blue met blue and held the other's gaze. Heero broke it off, turning
his head away, "I'll just wait here."
Trowa tightened his grip on Wufei's shoulder, feeling the muscles
shift beneath his hand. Quatre sensed the growing tension and tried
once more at diplomacy, "At least just come inside. It's too cold to
be out here."
"Then I'll run the heater."
"No, you won't, come on. You can sit in the nurse's station."
It was cold. What would sitting inside hurt? He nodded and got out
as well. Satisfied with the uneasy truce, the four went inside. Like
before, they were signed in and issued ID tags, but this time no
guide came to greet them. The matron on duty simply waved them on
through, since they knew where to find Duo.
Heero hung back, leaning against the wall along the subtle line
between the gray and white. His friends left him there, much to his
partial disappointment. He sighed angrily and jammed his hand into
his pockets.
He didn't want to see Duo, couldn't they understand that? He didn't
want to see cold fury and hurt reflected out him from violet orbs,
they haunted him enough his nightmares. He offered a silent prayer
to the God he no longer believed in, but Duo held in such high
regard, that Duo would be happy here.
Until he got better.
He would get better, wouldn't he? The doctors had assured him this
wasn't unusual, they could help Duo. He needed help.
Heero sighed, pricking his ears to catch sounds of ... laughter.
Curiosity got the best of him and he slowly left his the safety of
the nurse's station and submerged into the hospital.
He stopped advancing when he rounded a corner and found himself
standing out the outskirts of a living area, several room clustered
together and separated from another by Plexiglas. Duo sat on a sofa
visiting with Quatre and Trowa.
A thousand emotions poured through Heero's head upon seeing Duo.
From his position of the observer, Duo was happy. The violet hues
focused on Quatre reflected none of the horrors Heero had seen twirl
past. He sagged against the wall, ashamed at his lack of strength.
Could he not even look at Duo without feeling this heaviness, this
slow settling of dread that he'd carried for so long?
Heero crossed his arms and tried to look casual as he simply watched
Duo. The longer he looked at him, the more the ache in his heart
demanded he go over and say something. Hug him, or something.
"You're Heero."
Without moving the rest of his body, Heero rolled his eyes towards
who had spoken to him. He nodded once, then looked back to Duo.
"Aren't you going to ask how I knew?"
"It's on the ID."
To his surprised, the girl laughed, "Are you always like this?"
Getting angry, he turned to her, "What?"
"You don't strike me as Duo's type," she said with a smile, as if
she expected him to be impressed with her knowing he was here to see
Duo.
Heero looked down at his ID and then back at the girl, "It says I'm
visiting Duo Maxwell on here."
"But the ID doesn't say you're his lover."
Heero's eyes narrowed, glaring at the girl. She smiled smugly back,
satisfaction of having raised his curiosity, but her smile faded into
a scowl when he said, "You must have heard that from Duo."
"You idiot, anyone could tell from the look in your eyes."
The girl looked calmly into the grip of Heero's death-glare. Heero
let out an angry sigh, "Do you have some purpose?"
The girl shrugged, "I wanted to meet you. Put a personality to the
face." She laughed, "Usually it's the other way around, putting a
face to the personalty, but Duo hasn't said much about what you're
like. Let me just say, I'm surprised."
Heero blinked slowly, "What?"
"You're just completely not Duo. I expected someone like him."
Steel eyes narrowed, "Well, get over it." And with that Heero ended
the conversation but turning to leave, but the girl stepped out in
front of him, preventing his escape. Heero rocked to a halt and
glared.
"All right, screw the small talk then. You can't keep this up.
Someday you'll realize how much he means to you, but then it'll be
too late, because you'll have put so much distance between you that
it will be impossible for you to ever have him. He'll be gone, and
you'll be alone. Cold. Empty. Alone."
"Who are you?"
"Just a friend," she replied, pale blue eyes fairly glowing with
anger. She stepped aside and let him leave.
Heero gave her an odd look, but gratefully left her presence. He was
no sooner back in the safety of the white hall when Wufei came around
the corner and approached Heero, who looked at him curiously.
Wufei'd been almost constantly in a fit of rage around Heero since
Sunday, and Heero had yet to figure out why. Not that he cared what
the Chinese man felt towards him. He wasn't Duo.
"You're not even going to say hello to Duo?"
"Haven't planned on it."
"Kisama!"
Quatre comes hurrying around the corner, relief filling his face as
he sees Wufei and Heero aren't rolling around on floor in a brawl.
"At least say hello," Wufei growls out.
Heero raises an eyebrow. Quatre fixes his eyes on him, pleading.
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"...but it's up his nose!" Quatre says. I laugh politely at the joke,
but I'm not really paying attention. I can see Heero, and it's enough
to stop all cognitive processes. Natasha's talking to him, I wish I
knew what they were saying.
Why won't Heero come talk to me?
Natasha steps aside, anger written all over her face, and Heero
brushes past her. I quickly look away before he sees me and ask
Quatre about a I show I use to always watch. I haven't watched it
since I got here, the television seems to be stuck on the weather
channel. Someone I get feeling it's on purpose, to drive us all
crazy...crazier...with the knowledge of what the weather is, but
with no for us to experience it.
Yet, I know it's cold outside and I know that it will snow tonight
and tomorrow. Maybe it'll turn into a blizzard and we'll all get
trapped in the hospital and the nurses and Doctor Ruini will be
forced to eat hospital food.
I look once more to the Heero heading back down the hall towards the
exit. Is he leaving, or just going to wait at nurse's station?
Suddenly, I realize Wufei's staring at me, reading the sudden look
of despair to cross over my face. He follows my line of sight and
sees Heero. Wufei's dark eyes follow Heero for a moment, surprise
mingling with an intense anger as he stands. I look at him as he
gives a polite excuse and leaves, quickly pursuing Heero.
Quatre looks alarmed and hesitates a few moments before going after
the royally pissed-looking Wufei.
It's just me and Trowa. We look at each other for a moment. Trowa
nods as if just realizing something and stands, reaching into his
back pocket and pulling free a flattened object. He offers it to me,
sitting once more.
I take it, slightly confused, and turn it over. It's tan and
originally must have been bigger, because it's squished between thin
layers of plastic. I'm able to identify it as an individually
wrapped chocolate cookie, hopelessly mangled from being in Trowa's
tight jean's back pocket.
"Thanks, Trowa!" I say cheerfully, glancing around to make sure no
one saw the exchange. I tuck it into my own pocket, "The food here's
just horrible. I think I've lost weight."
Trowa nods and the silence lengthens. I look around for something to
do and spot the chess board Natasha was seated at earlier. "Hey,
wanna play?" I ask, scooping the fallen pieces off the board.
We're not very far into the game when Wufei returns, followed by
Quatre and...
Heero.
It's like one of those corny romance movies. I stand and everything
fades away and all I can see is Heero. He's not meeting my gaze.
I'm not even aware of the other three conveniently locating
themselves elsewhere. I fill with silence with a nervous cough and
Heero finally looks at me. "Hello," he says at last.
I probably would have burst into laughter if it wasn't so cold. Like
his eyes. He's mad at me? "Heero," I reply cordially.
The words hang between us.
"I did it for you," Heero blurts out suddenly, surprising himself as
well as me.
"I know."
He looks at me, startled, "What?"
"But you promised," I whisper in a small voice, even though I swore
to myself I'd give Heero a chance. The betrayal still burns in me.
The startled look fades into stone, "I thought you understood. I did
it for you."
"I didn't ask you to."
"Fine," Heero says, turning abruptly and storming from the room.
I want to call him back, but I can't. I feel betrayed.
If only he'd apologized...
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As the door opened, Natasha looked up. Expecting to see Duo, even
though he should still be with his friends. She stood in surprise as
a lean young man with wild dark hair walked in.
Heero.
He look at her, equally surprised, but only for a moment. "So. You're
his roommate."
She didn't say anything, since he really wasn't asking a question.
Wordlessly, he crossed the room and stood in the center of Duo's
space. She watched as he opened the side table drawer and looked
inside, then closing it and looking over to her.
"I talked to him."
Natasha sat on her bed once more, look up at him blankly, "And?"
Heero sighed in frustration, "He said he understood. Why I'd done it."
"Did he?"
Heero shrugged, " I said I'd done for him, he said he knew."
"But he didn't really say he understood."
Heero stared at her, "No..."
She shrugged, "So what did he say?"
"I don't know why I'm even talking to you."
"Well, why did you come in here?"
"None of your business."
She shrugged again and went back to braiding together strips of her
older clothes. He muttered darkly, but she ignored him.
"I wanted to see what it's like in here."
Natasha looked up at him, putting down her braiding, "You put him
here without even knowing what sort of facility it was?"
"I trusted the doctor," Heero pointed out, "and I didn't have very
long to decide. Duo had just been hit by a car."
Natasha tried not to show surprise. She hadn't heard the details of
Duo's committal, just what she'd read in the folder. "You didn't come
on Sunday."
"I couldn't see him. I can't see him, not like this." Heero suddenly
glared at her, "And why do you keep asking all these questions? It
isn't any of your business!"
"No one ever said you had to answer them," Natasha replied, returning
to braiding the strips of cloth. "But if you want my opinion..."
"Which I don't."
"You're only going to get one more chance."
"What?"
Natasha tied another strip on to one that had run low and continued
braiding, "You'll only get one more chance with Duo. Blow that one
and you'll never see him again, except in your nightmares. His eyes
will haunt you, and you'll forever curse yourself. Good luck.
Good-bye. Close the door on your way out."
"You're fucking crazy."
She looked up at Heero, pinning him with her pale stare, "Yes. I
guess you would say that I am."
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Author's Notes: Did you catch the hidden joke? Hint: Natasha says it.
Still can't figure it out? I wish you good luck...
Sorry this took so long. I spent hours trying to write Duo and Heero's
conversation...
Please, tell me, what's your theory on Natasha?
Feedback/reviews are very much 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 Twelve: Individually Wrapped)
rated: PG13 - violence, language, content
shounen-ai/yaoi
Individually Wrapped
"Where are we going?"
Quatre carefully avoided meeting the piercing blue eyes that bore
into the back of his head, "To the store."
Heero looked warily to either side of him, where both Wufei and
Trowa were passively looking out the window. He also looked to the
empty seat in the front. "All four of us shouldn't be going to the
store."
"Just shut up and ride, Yuy," Wufei ordered. Trowa looked over and
gave him the glare Quatre, as the driver, couldn't. Heero sat back
and crossed his arms in what looked suspiciously like a sulk.
"This isn't the way to the store."
No one answered him, the other three carefully avoiding his eyes.
Heero glared at them, individually and collectively. He didn't
recognized the streets they were taking, nor the walled grounds they
were entering. But he didn't need three guesses to know where they
were.
"This is that hospital," he accused, turning to Trowa. "What are we
doing here?"
Again, he didn't receive an answer. Wufei still looked angry.
Quatre parked the car and they all piled out, except for Heero, who
refused to move from his seat. "I'm not going in."
Wufei started to use force, but Trowa and Quatre stopped him. "Come
on, Heero, don't be like this," Quatre said.
Blue met blue and held the other's gaze. Heero broke it off, turning
his head away, "I'll just wait here."
Trowa tightened his grip on Wufei's shoulder, feeling the muscles
shift beneath his hand. Quatre sensed the growing tension and tried
once more at diplomacy, "At least just come inside. It's too cold to
be out here."
"Then I'll run the heater."
"No, you won't, come on. You can sit in the nurse's station."
It was cold. What would sitting inside hurt? He nodded and got out
as well. Satisfied with the uneasy truce, the four went inside. Like
before, they were signed in and issued ID tags, but this time no
guide came to greet them. The matron on duty simply waved them on
through, since they knew where to find Duo.
Heero hung back, leaning against the wall along the subtle line
between the gray and white. His friends left him there, much to his
partial disappointment. He sighed angrily and jammed his hand into
his pockets.
He didn't want to see Duo, couldn't they understand that? He didn't
want to see cold fury and hurt reflected out him from violet orbs,
they haunted him enough his nightmares. He offered a silent prayer
to the God he no longer believed in, but Duo held in such high
regard, that Duo would be happy here.
Until he got better.
He would get better, wouldn't he? The doctors had assured him this
wasn't unusual, they could help Duo. He needed help.
Heero sighed, pricking his ears to catch sounds of ... laughter.
Curiosity got the best of him and he slowly left his the safety of
the nurse's station and submerged into the hospital.
He stopped advancing when he rounded a corner and found himself
standing out the outskirts of a living area, several room clustered
together and separated from another by Plexiglas. Duo sat on a sofa
visiting with Quatre and Trowa.
A thousand emotions poured through Heero's head upon seeing Duo.
From his position of the observer, Duo was happy. The violet hues
focused on Quatre reflected none of the horrors Heero had seen twirl
past. He sagged against the wall, ashamed at his lack of strength.
Could he not even look at Duo without feeling this heaviness, this
slow settling of dread that he'd carried for so long?
Heero crossed his arms and tried to look casual as he simply watched
Duo. The longer he looked at him, the more the ache in his heart
demanded he go over and say something. Hug him, or something.
"You're Heero."
Without moving the rest of his body, Heero rolled his eyes towards
who had spoken to him. He nodded once, then looked back to Duo.
"Aren't you going to ask how I knew?"
"It's on the ID."
To his surprised, the girl laughed, "Are you always like this?"
Getting angry, he turned to her, "What?"
"You don't strike me as Duo's type," she said with a smile, as if
she expected him to be impressed with her knowing he was here to see
Duo.
Heero looked down at his ID and then back at the girl, "It says I'm
visiting Duo Maxwell on here."
"But the ID doesn't say you're his lover."
Heero's eyes narrowed, glaring at the girl. She smiled smugly back,
satisfaction of having raised his curiosity, but her smile faded into
a scowl when he said, "You must have heard that from Duo."
"You idiot, anyone could tell from the look in your eyes."
The girl looked calmly into the grip of Heero's death-glare. Heero
let out an angry sigh, "Do you have some purpose?"
The girl shrugged, "I wanted to meet you. Put a personality to the
face." She laughed, "Usually it's the other way around, putting a
face to the personalty, but Duo hasn't said much about what you're
like. Let me just say, I'm surprised."
Heero blinked slowly, "What?"
"You're just completely not Duo. I expected someone like him."
Steel eyes narrowed, "Well, get over it." And with that Heero ended
the conversation but turning to leave, but the girl stepped out in
front of him, preventing his escape. Heero rocked to a halt and
glared.
"All right, screw the small talk then. You can't keep this up.
Someday you'll realize how much he means to you, but then it'll be
too late, because you'll have put so much distance between you that
it will be impossible for you to ever have him. He'll be gone, and
you'll be alone. Cold. Empty. Alone."
"Who are you?"
"Just a friend," she replied, pale blue eyes fairly glowing with
anger. She stepped aside and let him leave.
Heero gave her an odd look, but gratefully left her presence. He was
no sooner back in the safety of the white hall when Wufei came around
the corner and approached Heero, who looked at him curiously.
Wufei'd been almost constantly in a fit of rage around Heero since
Sunday, and Heero had yet to figure out why. Not that he cared what
the Chinese man felt towards him. He wasn't Duo.
"You're not even going to say hello to Duo?"
"Haven't planned on it."
"Kisama!"
Quatre comes hurrying around the corner, relief filling his face as
he sees Wufei and Heero aren't rolling around on floor in a brawl.
"At least say hello," Wufei growls out.
Heero raises an eyebrow. Quatre fixes his eyes on him, pleading.
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"...but it's up his nose!" Quatre says. I laugh politely at the joke,
but I'm not really paying attention. I can see Heero, and it's enough
to stop all cognitive processes. Natasha's talking to him, I wish I
knew what they were saying.
Why won't Heero come talk to me?
Natasha steps aside, anger written all over her face, and Heero
brushes past her. I quickly look away before he sees me and ask
Quatre about a I show I use to always watch. I haven't watched it
since I got here, the television seems to be stuck on the weather
channel. Someone I get feeling it's on purpose, to drive us all
crazy...crazier...with the knowledge of what the weather is, but
with no for us to experience it.
Yet, I know it's cold outside and I know that it will snow tonight
and tomorrow. Maybe it'll turn into a blizzard and we'll all get
trapped in the hospital and the nurses and Doctor Ruini will be
forced to eat hospital food.
I look once more to the Heero heading back down the hall towards the
exit. Is he leaving, or just going to wait at nurse's station?
Suddenly, I realize Wufei's staring at me, reading the sudden look
of despair to cross over my face. He follows my line of sight and
sees Heero. Wufei's dark eyes follow Heero for a moment, surprise
mingling with an intense anger as he stands. I look at him as he
gives a polite excuse and leaves, quickly pursuing Heero.
Quatre looks alarmed and hesitates a few moments before going after
the royally pissed-looking Wufei.
It's just me and Trowa. We look at each other for a moment. Trowa
nods as if just realizing something and stands, reaching into his
back pocket and pulling free a flattened object. He offers it to me,
sitting once more.
I take it, slightly confused, and turn it over. It's tan and
originally must have been bigger, because it's squished between thin
layers of plastic. I'm able to identify it as an individually
wrapped chocolate cookie, hopelessly mangled from being in Trowa's
tight jean's back pocket.
"Thanks, Trowa!" I say cheerfully, glancing around to make sure no
one saw the exchange. I tuck it into my own pocket, "The food here's
just horrible. I think I've lost weight."
Trowa nods and the silence lengthens. I look around for something to
do and spot the chess board Natasha was seated at earlier. "Hey,
wanna play?" I ask, scooping the fallen pieces off the board.
We're not very far into the game when Wufei returns, followed by
Quatre and...
Heero.
It's like one of those corny romance movies. I stand and everything
fades away and all I can see is Heero. He's not meeting my gaze.
I'm not even aware of the other three conveniently locating
themselves elsewhere. I fill with silence with a nervous cough and
Heero finally looks at me. "Hello," he says at last.
I probably would have burst into laughter if it wasn't so cold. Like
his eyes. He's mad at me? "Heero," I reply cordially.
The words hang between us.
"I did it for you," Heero blurts out suddenly, surprising himself as
well as me.
"I know."
He looks at me, startled, "What?"
"But you promised," I whisper in a small voice, even though I swore
to myself I'd give Heero a chance. The betrayal still burns in me.
The startled look fades into stone, "I thought you understood. I did
it for you."
"I didn't ask you to."
"Fine," Heero says, turning abruptly and storming from the room.
I want to call him back, but I can't. I feel betrayed.
If only he'd apologized...
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As the door opened, Natasha looked up. Expecting to see Duo, even
though he should still be with his friends. She stood in surprise as
a lean young man with wild dark hair walked in.
Heero.
He look at her, equally surprised, but only for a moment. "So. You're
his roommate."
She didn't say anything, since he really wasn't asking a question.
Wordlessly, he crossed the room and stood in the center of Duo's
space. She watched as he opened the side table drawer and looked
inside, then closing it and looking over to her.
"I talked to him."
Natasha sat on her bed once more, look up at him blankly, "And?"
Heero sighed in frustration, "He said he understood. Why I'd done it."
"Did he?"
Heero shrugged, " I said I'd done for him, he said he knew."
"But he didn't really say he understood."
Heero stared at her, "No..."
She shrugged, "So what did he say?"
"I don't know why I'm even talking to you."
"Well, why did you come in here?"
"None of your business."
She shrugged again and went back to braiding together strips of her
older clothes. He muttered darkly, but she ignored him.
"I wanted to see what it's like in here."
Natasha looked up at him, putting down her braiding, "You put him
here without even knowing what sort of facility it was?"
"I trusted the doctor," Heero pointed out, "and I didn't have very
long to decide. Duo had just been hit by a car."
Natasha tried not to show surprise. She hadn't heard the details of
Duo's committal, just what she'd read in the folder. "You didn't come
on Sunday."
"I couldn't see him. I can't see him, not like this." Heero suddenly
glared at her, "And why do you keep asking all these questions? It
isn't any of your business!"
"No one ever said you had to answer them," Natasha replied, returning
to braiding the strips of cloth. "But if you want my opinion..."
"Which I don't."
"You're only going to get one more chance."
"What?"
Natasha tied another strip on to one that had run low and continued
braiding, "You'll only get one more chance with Duo. Blow that one
and you'll never see him again, except in your nightmares. His eyes
will haunt you, and you'll forever curse yourself. Good luck.
Good-bye. Close the door on your way out."
"You're fucking crazy."
She looked up at Heero, pinning him with her pale stare, "Yes. I
guess you would say that I am."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Author's Notes: Did you catch the hidden joke? Hint: Natasha says it.
Still can't figure it out? I wish you good luck...
Sorry this took so long. I spent hours trying to write Duo and Heero's
conversation...
Please, tell me, what's your theory on Natasha?
Feedback/reviews are very much appreciated! More chapters coming.
copyright 2002 - Gundam Wing and characters copyright other people.
LSE - "Violet" (ManzokuBiscuit@aol.com)
www.geocities.com/manzokubiscuit/index.html