Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Easy Way Out, Hard Way In ❯ So Long ( Chapter 1 )

Easy Way Out, Hard Way In

Author's note: I've been a bit depressed lately. Dorm life wasn't exactly what I had been expecting. I came up with this 2 days ago, so I thought that I'd post it. Unlike the other stories I'm writing, I'm not sure if this will have a good ending or not. So don't get your hopes up, and don't read if you don't want to be depressed.

Disclaimer: I don't own it, never have, and never will. Sad, isn't it?

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Everyone seemed to be mad at him. Heero had locked himself in his room. Wufei didn't react at all to His usual antics, let alone yell at him. Trowa didn't even look at him. And worst of all, Quatre, the one he thought would truly understand, avoided him at all cost.

Duo sat in the bathroom and grinned at his reflection. It was the same grin he gave to the others before he came into the bathroom. It didn't really matter if they saw it or not. It would be the last one they'd ever see on him.

It hurt. It hurt too damned much. They had rejected him. The were the closest thing to family he had , and when he finally decided to tell them, they rejected him. And what was worse, he couldn't see why. It wasn't like he had proclaimed his love to any one or them. He knew better than that. He knew that Heero and Wufei were and item, and Quatre and Trowa were together. So why was it that he was rejected? Was it that they were afraid he'd rock the boat?

He gave a short back of laughter, humorless, yet loud. He had always known that they didn't like him. Heero would only glare at him and threaten to kill him. Wufei liked to yell at him and threaten his life also. Trowa never said anything to him except to tell him to shut up. And Quatre, he was nice, but there was always a look of worry in his eyes, showing his fear of the next prank Duo would pull. And still, Duo believed that they were the closest things to family he had. Why would he think that? They did nothing but tolerate him.

Duo took another swig of his vodka. Unfortunately, he had already drunk enough of it, so he lost his balance as he threw his head back for the swig. He toppled over onto the floor and hit his head rather hard on the toilet, though not hard enough to pass out. Duo noticed that in his fall, his vodka fell to the floor with a crash. He grunted at his misfortune, but shrugged and reached for another bottle he had brought into the bathroom. Again, in his bout of bad luck, he kicked a bloody knife under the door and into the hall way.

He grunted again and tried to unlock the door to grab the knife before anyone could see it, but for some reason, he couldn't figure out how to unlock it. Finally, he gave up and slumped against the door. He was too tired to do anything anyway. He glanced around to locate his bottle and noticed that he had managed to get blood all over the bathroom. He really should have stayed in the tub, but the alcohol had numbed the pain, so he had forgotten about his wrists.

Duo shrugged. He didn't really feel up to cleaning up after himself anyway. He'd let THEM clean it up later. Those Shit heads….

Duo's musing was cut short as someone banged on the door.

"Maxwell! What's going on in there? Is everything alright?" Wufei called from the other side of the door. Duo snorted.

"What do you care, Chang? Go away and let me die in peace!" Duo said, his words slurred. There was a pause on the outside of the door and then Wufei started to frantically beat on the door.

"Maxwell! What have you done?!? Open this door at once!" Wufei's voice was panicked. For some odd reason, Duo found it funny. Could it be that Wufei was actually worried about him? Nah…

"I said, go away, Wufei. You don't need me, I don't need you, leave me be." Duo giggled almost insanely as Wufei pounded on the door. "You can't come in!" Duo sang in a sing-song voice.

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Wufei ran down the hall towards Heero's room. He needed some help, and Heero was definitely strong enough to help open the door. He banged on Heero's door, only to be greeted with silence. Wufei tried the door, but found it locked. He ran through his own room, through the bathroom and into Heero's room.

The stoic boy turned and glared at Wufei, but he paid no attention to the glare as he explained about the broken glass he heard and the bloody knife he found in the hall. He told Heero about the drunken reply he got from Duo as he asked about the braided boy's condition. Heero's eyes grew wide as he assimilated the information: Duo was trying to kill himself.

"I'll go and try to open that door, you go and find Trowa and Quatre. Maybe they can help." Heero said to Wufei, already making his way out the door and down the hall.

Wufei nodded and raced down the hall toward Trowa's and Quatre's rooms. He couldn't help but think about the braided baka. Why in the world would that talkative, cheerful boy want to die? Sure, they all had threatened his life at some point, but he always laughed it off. Duo just didn't seem like the kind of boy to want to end his life so suddenly. What had changed? Wufei pushed aside his thoughts as he pounded on Trowa's door.

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Trowa was on the verge of sleep when the pounding started. He was annoyed as he opened the door, but the annoyance slipped away when he saw Wufei's face. Wufei was pale, as if he had seen a ghost. It scared him, he had never seen the Chinese man look anything other than together.

Trowa paled also once he found out what was happening. He could hear Heero pounding on the bathroom door and yelling for Duo to open the door. Why? That's all Trowa could really think. The rest of his mind was almost a complete blank. He just stood there listening to Heero down the hall and staring at Wufei. It wasn't until Quatre practically crawled out of his room that Trowa snapped out of it.

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Quatre had woken with a start. Pain, there was so much pain that Quatre could hardly breath. Who could be in so much despair that it would wake him up from a deep and peaceful slumber? He closed his eyes to search out the source and was surprised to find that it was Duo.

Duo? Why would Duo be in that much pain? He had never felt anything from his braided friend but happiness and guilt. Quatre had suspected that Duo was hiding something, and had gotten very good at hiding it, but he never suspected that it was pain like this. And why was it that it was only now that he was able to feel it? What could make him drop his guard so suddenly?

Quatre's inner questions were cut short when a new, more powerful wave of pain flowed over him. He closed his eyes to search it out and was worried to find that this time, it came from Heero and Wufei. He never felt anything that strong from either of them. That thought worried him to no end.

'What the heck is going on out there?' He thought to himself.

The last straw was when he got a whiff of Trowa's worry, too. Quatre crawled out of bed, clutching his chest. He was in too much pain to even stand. He crawled to the door and opened it, heaving himself out into the hall. He was greeted with Trowa's pale face. Scared now, Quatre asked what had happened. He became frightened when Trowa explained.

As Trowa helped Quatre up, Wufei ran down the hall towards Heero. Quatre watched as Heero and Wufei began slamming into the door, hoping to break it down.

"He's leaning on the door." Wufei exclaimed, slamming his shoulder into the door. Heero grunted and tried to plead with Duo again.

"Duo! Stop leaning on the door and let us in!" They got no response from the normally mouthy boy.

Trowa half dragged, half carried Quatre down the hall. Once he was sure Quatre was fin leaning against the opposite wall, he went to help to break open the door. With the three of them trying, the thick heavy oak door finally came off it's hinges. With one big pull, the door was out and laying on the opposite wall. The 3 of them looked around the bathroom and gasped.

Blood was everywhere. It coated the sink and bathtub. There were hand prints of blood on almost all the walls and across the mirror. The toilet had red on the outside of it as well as the inside of it. There was bloody glass all over the floor, some soaked in puddles of blood.

Over to the side lay Duo, unconscious. He was deathly pale from blood loss. In his hands he clutched a bottle of vodka. There was a large gash across his forehead. His arms were the scariest things, though. On both his left and right arms, there were large, deep gashes. It let everyone know that it wasn't a half thought out plan. He really meant to die.

Quatre passed out.