Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Confessions of a Soldier ❯ Chapter 3
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: TeeToTheFa 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 06.05.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 193 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 06.05.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 193 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing, I own the story plot however, so don’t sue....
WARNING: Duo DOESN’T believe in God, therefore, there might be slight religion bashing.. I assure you I, myself, do not want to hurt any of you, so, if you don’t like this sort of thing, please hit the back button a few times and read another story ^^ thank yo
Chapter Three: God Of Death
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“ The war was getting worse with every day that I was alive.. Everyday that I tried to ignore the further infection of war. It just kept hitting me in the face with a reality check... It had even gotten so bad, that the church had given up regular duties and was now a recuperation center for those that were injured on the colony.. My duties had changed as well, I was no longer just a kid that ran around helping father Maxwell and Sister Helen, I was now, the kid than ran to get medical supplies and to make calls to save the dying victims of te fight... sometimes, I think I got so scared, so heartbroken, seeing those people sitting there.. That I cried myself to sleep, or that I would run into Sister Helen’s room to sleep with her... soon enough, I had cried so much that I was like a dry well... I couldn’t cry any more. I remember the day that my life came crashing back to me again like it was just yesterday.. It was the turning point in my life, the day that I decided what my own purpose was going to be....
Young Duo was bandaging an old man’s wound when he had heard them all talking... a few of the soldiers were arguing, while Father Maxwell and Sister Helen were trying to stop the brawl that could end up being fatal.
“We can’t be holding back like this any longer.. Those Fuckers have to be dealt with!!” yelled a woman. “I say we take all available personel and blow their sorry asses up!!!”
“Now, now my dear, this is a church, keep your voice down to a minimum and try to think straight” Father Maxwell said
“Father is right.. There are better ways to resolve war than fightin– “ SLAP!!
Duo gasped upon seeing the woman send Sister Helen to the floor, glaring at her.
“Shut your mouth you religious freak!! We are to far into this war to just sit back and negotiate!!!” said a ma and a few of his followers agreed in jubilee. Duo, a small child, was smart, he knew when he was supposed to speak and when he wasn’t supposed to speak... however.. All that knowledge fell from his senses as soon as he saw his family on the ground... and he ran to their defense/
“So, you’ll be satisfied if you get what you want?” he asked as the soldiers stared at him in shock.
“What are you talking about kid?” they asked as his violet eyes flashed.
“You’ll leave the church ans stop messing around with us when you get you ace in the game...”
“You’re not –“
”I’ll get it for you, and then you have to leave!!” he yelled over his shoulder, running from the church.
“DUO NO!!!” Sister yelled after him... but it was too late... the child had gone....
“That was my first stupid mistake.... I had left them there.. With those ruffian war freaks... but, I didn’t want to see any one hurt, and the only way to get them to leave, was to get them what they wanted.. And I knew they wanted the mobile suites that were being kept on the small military base on the far side of L2... Well, I did what I had to and quickly found my way onto the base.. Since I was still so small by then, they hadn’t seen me sneak in... and I was once a thief, so you could say that I was something short of an expert in that area... then.. I did what I had come there to do...”
They all shook their heads.. Stupid.. Stupid.. Every one of them knew that stealing a mobile suit didn’t lead to anything good... not that it had mattered to them.. They were human war machines and could out run and gun anything that was basically thrown at them.. But as a child... they knew that chances of getting away were slimmer than had Duo done it at the age of 15...
“Poor Duo...” Quatre murmured... Heero nodded in agreement.
“He had to do what he had to do... just like he said.. Wouldn’t you have done the same for a loved one?” he asked as everyone thought about that... would they? Yes, had anyone of tem been in trouble, the other would pull through, if to save a family member... and really, that’s what they were to each other.... in silent agreement since they had met up... all of them knew that in some way, they were connected by the heart.... and everyone knew that “ you don’t need to be of the same flesh and blood to be family...” it was something like their unwritten law...
“When I had returned to the Maxwell church... it was in ruins.. And I knew.. That I had made a fatal mistake...”
It was something short of a miracle as to how the small ten year old was able to just drive out of the base... well, let alone DRIVE at all... but he had made it to the church.
“Sister!! Father.. I got .. I.. Got..” but the words died on his lips as he surveyed the premises... everything that had once been his home. Was a silent graveyard... a silent... ruin... the garden was nothing more than charred grass.. The pews, the stained windows.. Were nothing more than rubble on the ground.. And in stomach churning realization, Duo began to run through the gravel, lifting stones, looking at the dead faces.. Searching, searching for what he feared was the worst.. Then, a cough, a moan, and a little sob brought him to a rather large statue of the Virgin Mary, crumbling and charred from the explosion... and underneath her.. Was Sister Helen, blood dribbling from underneath now exposed blond hair.
“Sister Helen!!!” he cried as he ran over and dropped down next to the woman who was laying there. She opened baby blue eyes and smiled at the child before her.
“Oh Duo.....” she said, happy that the little boy was still alive
“Just hold on sister!!! I’ll get help!!” he said, moving to run for help until her hand grabbed his softly. He turned to see her staring at him softly.
“It’s too late Duo-chan... I’m not going to make it that long” she said as he shook his head and the tears that had been gone for so long began to fall from his eyes.
“No... no.. sister, you can’t leave me, please...” he sobbed as she touched his face softly, the light slowly creeping from her soft eyes..
“You’ll do great things Duo... I know you will... don’t forget”
“No.. No don’t leave me.. Please...”
“Father.. Father and I love you dearly.. Little duo...”.. And then, the woman in front of her, the one who had been like a mother to the small child who had lost everything... died... along with the man that was something like a father he never had... Violet eyes watered as the dams broke and he tossed his head I the air.. Sobbing hysterically... sobbing for what he had lost again...
The silence that permeated the room was thick, and heavy like fog... Even Duo was silent, the Cd’s time ticking away... None of them had known Duo’‘s past, or his parentage, and now that they had heard the heart wrenching tale of the death of his parental figures.. They didn’t know if they wanted to hear anything more that what they had.
“I didn’t...really know what had happened after that... it was like my mind had locked itself in a box and refused to open again..... I was found, in that exact same spot by a few soldiers later that day... and, well, they recognized me from when I had stolen the mobile suits... but, I knew they felt pity and remorse once they saw what was left of my small family.. My small home... and they took me in... I was in a jail cell for as long as I can remember.. Perhaps... I think it was about 4 years... I was there... paying for the crime that I had supposedly committed... but, I didn’t care... the cell was perhaps less lonely than I would have been out on the streets.. Only this time... there was no Solo.. There Was no Orphan gang... and there were no Sister Helen and father Maxwell.. Just lonely walls that echoed every word muttered within the bars.... every once in a while, a guard would pass with a new recruit, and they would mutter to each other, thinking that I didn’t hear them.. But I did... if it was one thing you learned from being in jail, it was the honing of all senses but taste.. They would walk by and point..
“ Who’s that? He’s so young... certainly not a criminal...”
“That’s the survivor of the Maxwell Church Crisis...”
“But why in Jail??”
“Dunno your guess is as good as mine... but still... you know the funny thing...” and they went silent suddenly, as if making sure that the boy behind the bars was not listening.. Just because his eyes were shut, didn’t mean that he wasn’t listening.. But they were stupid.
“In the wreckage of the church.. Her was the only one untouched.. The rest were dead, and he just sat there...
“Hmm.. Maxwell’s demon eh?...”
And that’s when I had finally woken up, finally broken free from my grieving mind... as it wandered back to that distant conversation that Father and Sister had with me so long ago... The God Of Death... And now.. As I know you all are willing to hear.. I became the God of Death... an entity encased in a teenager... if I wasn’t him by physical appearance.. Then I was him by soul... My spirit was telling me the right things... the unforgivable things that man kind had brought upon themselves, and I think I felt a surge of bloodlust run through my veins... fueling my hatred.. And I tell you now.. I have never.... ever liked humanity... I don’t like people... I don’t care how old, how feeble... how young.. I hate them all... because.. It was humanity that took my life away... and I will never forget that... not until.. Well, til the day that I die.. And apparently that has already happened....”
The boys sat in shock.... they would have never guessed that the happy go lucky American that was apart of their little family.. Had been so... so different... had been so hateful and cruel.... bloodlust? That wasn’t something that was uttered from Duo’s mouth...ever...
“And so.. As soon as they let me out of that damnable place.. I blew it up... blew it up for what they had done to me and countless others.. And, as morbid as it seems... I felt much better.... and from that day forward... I had put up a mask, hoping that people wouldn’t see through it... that was until I met HIM, the old fart that wouldn’t quit....”
Well?.. are you speechless? Man.. I didn’t know that I knew how to be so cold and morbid.. Btu, in order to express Duo’s hatred.. I needed to do it ..somehow And the only way was to make him so angry that he talked about *gasp* bloodlust... but, don’t worry, I won’t make it into one of those “ you guys never knew the real Duo” kind of things, besides... hatred and cold heartedness doesn’t last forever... does it? Ah well, Hope you liked it, and I made it long because of the delay in updating...
WARNING: Duo DOESN’T believe in God, therefore, there might be slight religion bashing.. I assure you I, myself, do not want to hurt any of you, so, if you don’t like this sort of thing, please hit the back button a few times and read another story ^^ thank yo
Chapter Three: God Of Death
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“ The war was getting worse with every day that I was alive.. Everyday that I tried to ignore the further infection of war. It just kept hitting me in the face with a reality check... It had even gotten so bad, that the church had given up regular duties and was now a recuperation center for those that were injured on the colony.. My duties had changed as well, I was no longer just a kid that ran around helping father Maxwell and Sister Helen, I was now, the kid than ran to get medical supplies and to make calls to save the dying victims of te fight... sometimes, I think I got so scared, so heartbroken, seeing those people sitting there.. That I cried myself to sleep, or that I would run into Sister Helen’s room to sleep with her... soon enough, I had cried so much that I was like a dry well... I couldn’t cry any more. I remember the day that my life came crashing back to me again like it was just yesterday.. It was the turning point in my life, the day that I decided what my own purpose was going to be....
Young Duo was bandaging an old man’s wound when he had heard them all talking... a few of the soldiers were arguing, while Father Maxwell and Sister Helen were trying to stop the brawl that could end up being fatal.
“We can’t be holding back like this any longer.. Those Fuckers have to be dealt with!!” yelled a woman. “I say we take all available personel and blow their sorry asses up!!!”
“Now, now my dear, this is a church, keep your voice down to a minimum and try to think straight” Father Maxwell said
“Father is right.. There are better ways to resolve war than fightin– “ SLAP!!
Duo gasped upon seeing the woman send Sister Helen to the floor, glaring at her.
“Shut your mouth you religious freak!! We are to far into this war to just sit back and negotiate!!!” said a ma and a few of his followers agreed in jubilee. Duo, a small child, was smart, he knew when he was supposed to speak and when he wasn’t supposed to speak... however.. All that knowledge fell from his senses as soon as he saw his family on the ground... and he ran to their defense/
“So, you’ll be satisfied if you get what you want?” he asked as the soldiers stared at him in shock.
“What are you talking about kid?” they asked as his violet eyes flashed.
“You’ll leave the church ans stop messing around with us when you get you ace in the game...”
“You’re not –“
”I’ll get it for you, and then you have to leave!!” he yelled over his shoulder, running from the church.
“DUO NO!!!” Sister yelled after him... but it was too late... the child had gone....
“That was my first stupid mistake.... I had left them there.. With those ruffian war freaks... but, I didn’t want to see any one hurt, and the only way to get them to leave, was to get them what they wanted.. And I knew they wanted the mobile suites that were being kept on the small military base on the far side of L2... Well, I did what I had to and quickly found my way onto the base.. Since I was still so small by then, they hadn’t seen me sneak in... and I was once a thief, so you could say that I was something short of an expert in that area... then.. I did what I had come there to do...”
They all shook their heads.. Stupid.. Stupid.. Every one of them knew that stealing a mobile suit didn’t lead to anything good... not that it had mattered to them.. They were human war machines and could out run and gun anything that was basically thrown at them.. But as a child... they knew that chances of getting away were slimmer than had Duo done it at the age of 15...
“Poor Duo...” Quatre murmured... Heero nodded in agreement.
“He had to do what he had to do... just like he said.. Wouldn’t you have done the same for a loved one?” he asked as everyone thought about that... would they? Yes, had anyone of tem been in trouble, the other would pull through, if to save a family member... and really, that’s what they were to each other.... in silent agreement since they had met up... all of them knew that in some way, they were connected by the heart.... and everyone knew that “ you don’t need to be of the same flesh and blood to be family...” it was something like their unwritten law...
“When I had returned to the Maxwell church... it was in ruins.. And I knew.. That I had made a fatal mistake...”
It was something short of a miracle as to how the small ten year old was able to just drive out of the base... well, let alone DRIVE at all... but he had made it to the church.
“Sister!! Father.. I got .. I.. Got..” but the words died on his lips as he surveyed the premises... everything that had once been his home. Was a silent graveyard... a silent... ruin... the garden was nothing more than charred grass.. The pews, the stained windows.. Were nothing more than rubble on the ground.. And in stomach churning realization, Duo began to run through the gravel, lifting stones, looking at the dead faces.. Searching, searching for what he feared was the worst.. Then, a cough, a moan, and a little sob brought him to a rather large statue of the Virgin Mary, crumbling and charred from the explosion... and underneath her.. Was Sister Helen, blood dribbling from underneath now exposed blond hair.
“Sister Helen!!!” he cried as he ran over and dropped down next to the woman who was laying there. She opened baby blue eyes and smiled at the child before her.
“Oh Duo.....” she said, happy that the little boy was still alive
“Just hold on sister!!! I’ll get help!!” he said, moving to run for help until her hand grabbed his softly. He turned to see her staring at him softly.
“It’s too late Duo-chan... I’m not going to make it that long” she said as he shook his head and the tears that had been gone for so long began to fall from his eyes.
“No... no.. sister, you can’t leave me, please...” he sobbed as she touched his face softly, the light slowly creeping from her soft eyes..
“You’ll do great things Duo... I know you will... don’t forget”
“No.. No don’t leave me.. Please...”
“Father.. Father and I love you dearly.. Little duo...”.. And then, the woman in front of her, the one who had been like a mother to the small child who had lost everything... died... along with the man that was something like a father he never had... Violet eyes watered as the dams broke and he tossed his head I the air.. Sobbing hysterically... sobbing for what he had lost again...
The silence that permeated the room was thick, and heavy like fog... Even Duo was silent, the Cd’s time ticking away... None of them had known Duo’‘s past, or his parentage, and now that they had heard the heart wrenching tale of the death of his parental figures.. They didn’t know if they wanted to hear anything more that what they had.
“I didn’t...really know what had happened after that... it was like my mind had locked itself in a box and refused to open again..... I was found, in that exact same spot by a few soldiers later that day... and, well, they recognized me from when I had stolen the mobile suits... but, I knew they felt pity and remorse once they saw what was left of my small family.. My small home... and they took me in... I was in a jail cell for as long as I can remember.. Perhaps... I think it was about 4 years... I was there... paying for the crime that I had supposedly committed... but, I didn’t care... the cell was perhaps less lonely than I would have been out on the streets.. Only this time... there was no Solo.. There Was no Orphan gang... and there were no Sister Helen and father Maxwell.. Just lonely walls that echoed every word muttered within the bars.... every once in a while, a guard would pass with a new recruit, and they would mutter to each other, thinking that I didn’t hear them.. But I did... if it was one thing you learned from being in jail, it was the honing of all senses but taste.. They would walk by and point..
“ Who’s that? He’s so young... certainly not a criminal...”
“That’s the survivor of the Maxwell Church Crisis...”
“But why in Jail??”
“Dunno your guess is as good as mine... but still... you know the funny thing...” and they went silent suddenly, as if making sure that the boy behind the bars was not listening.. Just because his eyes were shut, didn’t mean that he wasn’t listening.. But they were stupid.
“In the wreckage of the church.. Her was the only one untouched.. The rest were dead, and he just sat there...
“Hmm.. Maxwell’s demon eh?...”
And that’s when I had finally woken up, finally broken free from my grieving mind... as it wandered back to that distant conversation that Father and Sister had with me so long ago... The God Of Death... And now.. As I know you all are willing to hear.. I became the God of Death... an entity encased in a teenager... if I wasn’t him by physical appearance.. Then I was him by soul... My spirit was telling me the right things... the unforgivable things that man kind had brought upon themselves, and I think I felt a surge of bloodlust run through my veins... fueling my hatred.. And I tell you now.. I have never.... ever liked humanity... I don’t like people... I don’t care how old, how feeble... how young.. I hate them all... because.. It was humanity that took my life away... and I will never forget that... not until.. Well, til the day that I die.. And apparently that has already happened....”
The boys sat in shock.... they would have never guessed that the happy go lucky American that was apart of their little family.. Had been so... so different... had been so hateful and cruel.... bloodlust? That wasn’t something that was uttered from Duo’s mouth...ever...
“And so.. As soon as they let me out of that damnable place.. I blew it up... blew it up for what they had done to me and countless others.. And, as morbid as it seems... I felt much better.... and from that day forward... I had put up a mask, hoping that people wouldn’t see through it... that was until I met HIM, the old fart that wouldn’t quit....”
Well?.. are you speechless? Man.. I didn’t know that I knew how to be so cold and morbid.. Btu, in order to express Duo’s hatred.. I needed to do it ..somehow And the only way was to make him so angry that he talked about *gasp* bloodlust... but, don’t worry, I won’t make it into one of those “ you guys never knew the real Duo” kind of things, besides... hatred and cold heartedness doesn’t last forever... does it? Ah well, Hope you liked it, and I made it long because of the delay in updating...