Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Costly Mistakes ❯ Costly Mistakes ( Chapter 1 )

Ha, ha! Another one-shot that ends with a cliffie from me! Sorry, but I can't think of how to end it, so…oh wait…I did have an idea for how to continue this, but I'm not sure I want to. If you would like me to, please tell me. It will probably be a while, though.

 

Warnings and disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or the characters, I just like torturing Duo. (Sorry!) This fic has mentions of torture, accidental killings of hundreds of people, blood, language, a quiet Duo (beware!), traumatized Duo…what else…implied shonen ai (if ya want to read into it)…it's not too bad…just read it, please!

 

Costly Mistakes

 

The boy in black walked slowly down the hall. His boots didn't make a sound. Even his braid seemed subdued and quiet, barely moving with his steps. His violet eyes stared straight ahead. His expression was one of cold concentration. Duo wasn't smiling.

 

The other four Gundam pilots could only stare in confusion at the silent, serious boy. They took in his dull, flat eyes and his slow, deliberate steps. Worst of all was his mouth: a thin, grim line had replaced the normal relaxed grin.

 

“Duo…” Quatre started, then stopped when the boy didn't even twitch - just walked on in that horribly silent way. Quatre closed his eyes and reached out with his space heart.

 

Trowa caught the boy before his chair hit the ground. Quatre had flinched violently when he had tried to touch the other boy's mind.

 

“He blocked me. Totally. I can't even feel him. It's like he's…” a shiver stopped him from completing the thought. Quatre flinched again at the barely audible click of Duo's door closing.

 

“He's shut himself off. This isn't like Duo.” Trowa said.

 

“Hn. Probably failed his mission” Wufei said with contempt.

 

*click * *click *

 

“No. He did not.” Heero said, staring at his laptop.

 

Wufei moved toward him to look, but Heero closed it and looked at him silently.

 

“Well! What happened then?!” Wufei exclaimed.

 

“Maybe you'll find out later.”

 

Heero stood and brought his laptop toward his room. Then he stopped and went to Duo's instead.

 

The other three pilots jumped when Heero dropped his laptop. He went into Duo's room and dragged the silently struggling boy out.

 

“Get a first aid kit ready,” Heero said calmly, ignoring Duo's attempts to escape. Quatre took one look at Duo's bare, bloodly torso and ran to find it. Trowa and Wufei cleared a space on the couch while Heero pulled Duo into the living room.

 

Even the stoic Heero flinched at Duo's first words.

 

“I just killed 600 civilians! Don't I fucking deserve to die?! Why didn't I just let OZ kill me?” Duo finally stopped struggling and emotions flooded his face. Quatre screamed at the intense feelings - grief, anger, self-hatred, pain - he sensed from the boy.

 

“No wonder he shut himself off.” Trowa observed quietly.

 

“We all make mistakes…” Wufei started.

 

“Not 571 at once! 201 children, 237 women, and 133 men. The only thing they did wrong was…no. They didn't do anything to deserve it. They were just there when Death came.” Duo seemed calmer for a minute, then he pulled the wrist Quatre had been bandaging away and scratched the newly formed scab off. He wiped the blood onto his other hand and rubbed it on his face, hands, arm and chest.

 

The other boys stood still a moment in astonishment, then hurriedly restrained the blood-covered boy.

 

“That's enough, Duo.” Heero said quietly, sickened by his friend's behavior.

 

“Enough? Enough?! It will never be enough! I could be bled dry a thousand times and it would still not be enough! I spilled so much of those people's blood that I could bathe in it for weeks. Nothing I do will ever be enough to fix this.”

 

Duo went still again, but the other boys stayed tense and ready to restrain him if necessary. Quatre went back to bandaging his wrists. When he was done, Heero grabbed Duo and flung him onto the couch stomach-first.

 

“I'll get his back,” he said after seeing Quatre close his eyes and swallow.

 

“Maxwell! What did you do to yourself?!” Wufei yelled.

 

“What? I didn't do that! Those OZ bast…I'm as bad as them now, aren't I? At least they never blew up 600 people in one shot…”

 

Heero didn't say anything as he cleaned the network of bloody slashes on Duo's back.

 

“Duo…are you crying,” he asked when he felt the boy's body shuddering and heard him gasping.

 

“…can't…breathe…”

 

“Shit!” Heero said, pulling the boy and sitting him down on the couch. He could see dark bruises caused by booted feet connecting with bony flesh on his friend's sides. As Duo gasped for air, Heero gently felt his friend's sides.

 

“Hmm…at least three broken, several fractured,” he said as he ran his hands over Duo's ribs.

 

“Did any puncture a lung?” he asked. Duo answered by coughing slightly, letting blood drip down his chin. Wufei cursed quietly in Chinese.

 

“We're going to need to bring him to the hospitol.” Trowa whispered.

 

Owari? TBC? You decide…

 

Author's Note: Well…I could continue it. I would go into Duo's past. I'm gonna say that he met Sally at one point and he was hurt enough then that she's surprised he's still alive. Of course she won't realize that he's the same person until…well…if ya wanna find out, review!