Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Easy Way Out, Hard Way In ❯ Freak ( Chapter 3 )

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Easy Way Out, Hard Way In

Chapter 3: Freak

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"Freak!"

Duo ducked and cringed as a plate smashed into the wall behind him.

"You sick freak!"

Duo ducked once again, just barely missing the crystal vase aimed for his head.

"…Please…Calm down…"

"Calm down? You want me to calm down? What did you expect to happen, Duo? That you'd tell me and everything would be alright? That I'd just shrug my shoulders and we'd go on to the way things were? It's not going to happen. It's not going quite the way you planned it, ne, Duo?"

Another plate through the air, but Duo was too busy being shocked at the statement to pay attention to it. The plate hit him in the head, breaking on impact. Blood started to pour into his eyes from the gash on his forehead. He sank down to the floor, staring into space. He was in pain, but not because of the pain from his head. It was his heart breaking that was causing him pain.

"B-but…"

"But what, Duo, dear?" He cringed at the harsh and mocking laugh.

"H-how could you be so-- so mean? So cruel? I thought we… I trusted you enough to tell the truth. I bared my deepest, darkest secret to you, thinking that we needed no lies between us."

"Trust has nothing to do with it, Duo. You're sick! Just the thought of your stupid little secret sickens me. You're not normal."

"What about-- about…Us…?"

"What about us? As far as I'm concerned, there is no more us. You forfeited that when you let out that little secret. Get out, Duo, I can't stand to look at you anymore."

Duo rose from the floor slowly. He wiped the blood from his face and grinned, keeping his head up.

"Ok, fine. It's not like I need you anyway." He tried not to cringe again at the harsh laughter that filled the room.

"Oh, Duo. You need me, believe me, I can tell. It is I that don't need you. I don't even want you."

Duo tried his best to keep the grin from slipping off. He nodded and turned to leave.

"Oh, and Duo? If I were you, I wouldn't go blabbing your little secret all over the place. Especially not those friends of yours you put so much stock into. I'm not the only one who'd consider you as a freak."

It was at this statement that Duo actually had a real grin on his face. His friends…His family. He trusted them with his life, surely they could understand him.

"Thanks for reminding me of my family," he said, "Now I know I don't need you anymore."

"Silly boy. Haven't you noticed anything? You don't have any real friends. They'll turn on you the first chance they get. "

"You're wrong! I'll prove it to you. You're wrong!"

"Believe what you want, Duo. You'll see in the end…"

"You're wrong!"

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Duo woke up, tears running down his face. He stared at the ceiling, trying to figure out where he was. He closed his eyes as the beeping of the machines reached his ears, making him remember.

That was no dream. Maybe that's why it hurt so much to make him cry. It was because it had been real. The guys hadn't even noticed the cut on his head when he came back. No one had bothered to even look at him. What had giving him the gall to say anything then? Maybe it had just been the fact that he was still hurting inside.

Duo propped himself up slightly in the bed to get a better look around the room. It was completely empty. The walls were white and bare. There were no flowers or cards sitting on his night stand. And most importantly, there wasn't anyone in the room waiting for him to wake up.

He laid back down on the bed, trying his best to keep any more tears from escaping him. He lifted one of his arms and started to examine one of his stitched up gashes. No matter how hard he tried to stop them, the tears flowed anyway.

"I guess you were right, Hilde. I have no friends…" He whispered out loud.

He dropped his arm back onto the bed, and with a sigh, he closed his eyes to try and get some more sleep.

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Heero was pacing out in the hall. He couldn't seem to calm himself down, which was unusual for him. Another thing that was unusual was his lack of comprehension. No matter how much he went through the facts, he just couldn't understand Duo's willingness to die. Heero shook his head and turned to punch the wall for the umpteenth time.

Quatre watched him with wide eyes. He had been watching the Japanese pilot for most of the day, and when it seemed that Heero was getting too irritable, he suggested that the angry boy leave Duo's room. Heero had been pacing and punching walls all day, and Quatre had been worried that the noise would wake up Duo, who was finally peacefully asleep.

"Heero, you need to calm down. You're not helping anyone by doing this." Quatre stated quietly once again.

Surprisingly, Heero did stop. He turned to Quatre and nodded.

"Hn. I'll go check on Duo."

Without waiting for a response, Heero headed for Duo's room. He looked through the window and saw that Duo was awake, but he refrained from going in. He noted the tears on Duo's face as the braided boy looked around the room. Heero found it odd, because he had never seen tears on this boy's face.

He opened the door just a crack when he saw Duo lay back down and examine his arm. He almost felt guilty for spying on Duo, but it seemed like the only way to find out some kind of information.

Over the beeping noises of the machines around the room, Heero was just barely able to hear the whispered words come out of Duo's mouth. And with those words, an unexplainable rage surged through Heero. He was going to get some answers soon, and if he didn't like the answers, there was going to be hell to pay.

'Hilde, you better hope you had nothing to do with this,' Heero thought, 'Or I'll kill you…'