Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Dead Eyes ❯ Dead Eyes - Prologue ( Prologue )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: TrainerRachel 
Basically Duo went crazy after sum stuff happened to him and the other pilots have to pick up and put back the peices together.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.11.2001 | Pages: 1 | Words: 854 | Visits: 253 | Status: Work In Progress
Basically Duo went crazy after sum stuff happened to him and the other pilots have to pick up and put back the peices together.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.11.2001 | Pages: 1 | Words: 854 | Visits: 253 | Status: Work In Progress
Warnings: Possible blood, swearing, yaoi (thats not really something to be scared of is it, YA HOMOPHOBICS ASSHOLES!)
Partners: 2x5 (Maybe. Haven't decided if they're actually gonna get with it.)
3x4 (Not much here. Just peeps knowing that they are in fact together.)
Dead Eyes- Prologue
He's doing it again.
Walking mindlessly around the Estate with no destination in mind. Nothing in mind. He is blank for all we know. Duo's been like this since we found him, in that hospital bed at the bridge of life and death.
After we, the gundam pilots that is, went our separate ways at the end of the war, we decided we would keep in touch. Or rather, Duo and Quatre decided we'd stay in touch. Heero, Trowa and I have never been a social bug.
They tried. They really did, but eventually, we all just lost contact.
The accident brought us together once again, after three years.
When the nurse phoned me in my apartment, I all but went into shock. The nurse had found the five of us' names in Duo's wallet under emergency. She said he was dying.
At that moment, I felt a pain in my heart like no other. Love. How could I ever like another boy?
I do admit, there was always an attraction that pulled me to him. Not undying love or lust. Just happiness. I was at peace around him. He'd never know it. I kept my feelings behind a sharp mask always. But didn't we all? Emotions can be a weakness and used against you. Tch, now I sound like Heero.
Anyways, I flew over from Canada, my home for the moment, to America, to Duo's death bed.
When I arrived, with the jetleg from hell, I was greeted by the others. Heero, Trowa and Quatre. Apparently I had been the last to be called. As usual.
They wouldn't let us in his room for four hours. When a doctor finally came out, he expressed the problem.
Duo was raped. My Duo was raped! My? I don't know when I started thinking of him as my. They also found new and old slashes on his wrists and ankles. Not quite deep enough to bleed the blood stream, but they left scares that you could not mistake as anything else. Suicide attempts.
Duo dear was diagnosed with antic depression. His medical records showed he took anti-depressants for the last two and a half years.
Duo had been out walking at night, when he was grabbed, dragged into a alley, beaten, raped, stabbed in the stomach,and left to die. The doctors said he probably wouldn't make it. The knife wound had ruptured important organs. He lost too much blood.
If he did survive, he'd have a life full of pain. If. With that word, my throat tightened and my breath became quick.
When we were able to go into Duo's room, I never saw such a horrible thing. Tubes and wires were attached everywhere. A heart monitor was hooked up. Duo had a tube down his throat to help him breath. He was incredibly thin and frail. As if the slightest touch would make him crumble into dust. His skin was a sickish white colour.
But the things that hurt me the most was his hair. His pride and joy. Those bastards had not only taken his body, but a souvenir too. The little hair left of his head was limp and had lost its shine.
Quatre had started to cry. Heero was impassive and Trowa was holding Quatre in his arms, trying to comfort him. The both seemed too shocked to do anything more then stare.
I felt a swarm of emotions overtake me. My eyes filled with tears unshed and my soul screeched with rage.
I will find the ones who did this to him and reek my revenge. Justice will be served.
***
I never did find the rapists. No one did.
When Duo regained consciousness, something was wrong. Apparently, as the doctor put it, Duo's mind couldn't handle the stress and just.... broke down. Now he's a shadow of himself. Pale, thin and lost. He couldn't even look after himself.
Half the time he's off in his own magical world. He sees things we do not see. Delusional, if you will.
His eyes are died when they look at me. Nothing is behind those violet depths.
Emptiness.
He never mentioned the rape or anything. I don't think he even remembers it. He's so far gone.
But Heero, Trowa, Quatre and I have taken an oath. I don't know if they do it out of love, embarrassment, need or friendship. We moved in together at the Winner Estate to look after him, where people will not bother him. He seems to be calm around the forest surrounding the Estate. Last time we brought him close to the city, he had a panic attack.
He needs friends right now. Even if his gazes look right through us.
We will get our Duo back.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~TBC
By TrainerRachel
Well this should be interesting...
Feedback, OR DIE!!!
ssj3_rachel@hotmail.com
Partners: 2x5 (Maybe. Haven't decided if they're actually gonna get with it.)
3x4 (Not much here. Just peeps knowing that they are in fact together.)
Dead Eyes- Prologue
He's doing it again.
Walking mindlessly around the Estate with no destination in mind. Nothing in mind. He is blank for all we know. Duo's been like this since we found him, in that hospital bed at the bridge of life and death.
After we, the gundam pilots that is, went our separate ways at the end of the war, we decided we would keep in touch. Or rather, Duo and Quatre decided we'd stay in touch. Heero, Trowa and I have never been a social bug.
They tried. They really did, but eventually, we all just lost contact.
The accident brought us together once again, after three years.
When the nurse phoned me in my apartment, I all but went into shock. The nurse had found the five of us' names in Duo's wallet under emergency. She said he was dying.
At that moment, I felt a pain in my heart like no other. Love. How could I ever like another boy?
I do admit, there was always an attraction that pulled me to him. Not undying love or lust. Just happiness. I was at peace around him. He'd never know it. I kept my feelings behind a sharp mask always. But didn't we all? Emotions can be a weakness and used against you. Tch, now I sound like Heero.
Anyways, I flew over from Canada, my home for the moment, to America, to Duo's death bed.
When I arrived, with the jetleg from hell, I was greeted by the others. Heero, Trowa and Quatre. Apparently I had been the last to be called. As usual.
They wouldn't let us in his room for four hours. When a doctor finally came out, he expressed the problem.
Duo was raped. My Duo was raped! My? I don't know when I started thinking of him as my. They also found new and old slashes on his wrists and ankles. Not quite deep enough to bleed the blood stream, but they left scares that you could not mistake as anything else. Suicide attempts.
Duo dear was diagnosed with antic depression. His medical records showed he took anti-depressants for the last two and a half years.
Duo had been out walking at night, when he was grabbed, dragged into a alley, beaten, raped, stabbed in the stomach,and left to die. The doctors said he probably wouldn't make it. The knife wound had ruptured important organs. He lost too much blood.
If he did survive, he'd have a life full of pain. If. With that word, my throat tightened and my breath became quick.
When we were able to go into Duo's room, I never saw such a horrible thing. Tubes and wires were attached everywhere. A heart monitor was hooked up. Duo had a tube down his throat to help him breath. He was incredibly thin and frail. As if the slightest touch would make him crumble into dust. His skin was a sickish white colour.
But the things that hurt me the most was his hair. His pride and joy. Those bastards had not only taken his body, but a souvenir too. The little hair left of his head was limp and had lost its shine.
Quatre had started to cry. Heero was impassive and Trowa was holding Quatre in his arms, trying to comfort him. The both seemed too shocked to do anything more then stare.
I felt a swarm of emotions overtake me. My eyes filled with tears unshed and my soul screeched with rage.
I will find the ones who did this to him and reek my revenge. Justice will be served.
***
I never did find the rapists. No one did.
When Duo regained consciousness, something was wrong. Apparently, as the doctor put it, Duo's mind couldn't handle the stress and just.... broke down. Now he's a shadow of himself. Pale, thin and lost. He couldn't even look after himself.
Half the time he's off in his own magical world. He sees things we do not see. Delusional, if you will.
His eyes are died when they look at me. Nothing is behind those violet depths.
Emptiness.
He never mentioned the rape or anything. I don't think he even remembers it. He's so far gone.
But Heero, Trowa, Quatre and I have taken an oath. I don't know if they do it out of love, embarrassment, need or friendship. We moved in together at the Winner Estate to look after him, where people will not bother him. He seems to be calm around the forest surrounding the Estate. Last time we brought him close to the city, he had a panic attack.
He needs friends right now. Even if his gazes look right through us.
We will get our Duo back.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~TBC
By TrainerRachel
Well this should be interesting...
Feedback, OR DIE!!!
ssj3_rachel@hotmail.com