Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Fate's End ❯ 2~The Maxwell/Schibecker Househole~2 ( Chapter 2 )

Fate's End

Chapter 2

~AC 197~
Hilde's Point of View

It had been a year since Marimeia (I don't know how to spell that) decided to take over the world then fail. Everything had finally started to calm down again and peace was the only dominating thing in the colonies and on earth.
I guess you could say everything is peaceful for the exception of the Maxwell/Schibecker household. Two years ago after the war ended Duo and I restarted my dad's old salvaging business. Duo did the mechanics and I did the paperwork. So far the business was booming and there still was no shortage of parts floating around in space. We shared a good-sized house right beside the garage.

"Duo!"
"Yeah, babe?" said Duo as he stepped out of the bathroom clad in a towel after taking a shower. His hair was wet and out of its usual braid. I don't even acknowledge the fact that he had been in the shower and was only wearing a towel. Having lived with him for the past two years I tended to see more of him then I ever wanted to. Not that he wasn't good to look at!
"Duo, look at this huge grease stain on the couch!" I yelled.
"Sorry, babe. I didn't mean to," he said as his gave me that smile that could melt ice.
"That what you've said last time and it still happened again! Duo that's the sixth time this month! We don't have the money to go buy a new couch!"
"I really am sorry, babe. What do you want me to do?"
"Clean it up!"
"But...!"
"No buts! You made the mess now you can clean it up. Hopefully that will make you think twice about sitting on my couch again with your greasy butt!"
"I don't have a greasy butt!" he yelled at me as I made my way up the stairs to my bathroom to take a shower myself.
It wasn't that I didn't like Duo, in fact it was the opposite. Through the past two years we had become good friends and shared a lot of time together. But lately I had been having dreams about him. Most weren't too bad but some would make me blush when I saw him the next morning. I was starting to wonder what they meant. Was I starting to like Duo as more then a friend? I wasn't sure if I liked that idea because if I did and he didn't, which I was positive he didn't; it would ruin our friendship and possibly our business. I couldn't afford to do that.
I walked into the bathroom and turned the knobs of the shower until the water was just the right temperature. Then I stripped and stepped in under the massaging stream of warm water. It felt so good to finally relax. I had been way behind on the paperwork lately, which added to the stress of dream filled sleep. Again my mind wandered back to my dreams and what they meant.

Duo's Point of View

I was searching though the number of cleaner under the sink to clean the tiny stain on the couch that Hilde had flipped over. I finally found something with the label 'couch stain remover' but also on the label was a picture of a really dirty dog sitting on a clean white couch. I shrugged and decided it would have to do. After about thirty minutes of scrubbing the stain was finally gone. Then I decided it would be a good idea to get dressed.
When I was done getting dressed and had braided my still damp hair I went back down stairs to find Hilde in the kitchen making dinner.
"Thank you for cleaning the stain off the couch, Duo," she said with her back to me cutting up some vegetables.
"No problem, babe. What ya' makin'? It smells great!" I said with my nose in the air.
"Steak with mashed potatoes and peas. But you don't get any apple pie if you stick your finger in that batter again," said Hilde without turning to face me. Sometimes I wondered how she did that. She didn't even look at me and she still knew I had my hand in the batter for the pie.
"How did you know?"
"Duo every time I make apple pie you stick your hand in the batter. Once I even saw grease in it because you stick your grimy fingers in it!"
That would explain a few things.
Dinner was great. Hilde was always good at cooking but she rearly got the time to make dinner. After dinner it was my turn to do the dishes. After I was done I decided to go to bed early instead of staying up to watch the ten o'clock news with Hilde.
"Goodnight. I'm going to bed," I said to her as I passed through the living room on the way to my room.
"Night Duo," she said back to me with an added smile.
I was so tired! I finally managed to drag myself upstairs and get changed in to my usual night ware. But I didn't sleep very well that night.

Suddenly I was back at the Maxwell Church as a scared five-year-old boy. Images and memories came flooding in to my head all at once. I remembered Sister Helen teaching me to braid my hair for the first time.
"Now watch closely Duo. You take this one and twist it like this the do the same thing to the other one," said Sister Helen as she showed my how to braid. I still remember the look on her kindly face when I first tried for myself and got my hair into a hug knot.
Then I remembered Father Maxwell telling my about angels. There was a big statue of a beautiful angel the stood in the arch over the church. She had to most beautiful flowing hair and she had on a long flowing dress too. The thing the made her truly beautiful was her velvet looking wings that sprouted from her back. Even though she was made of stone I remember starring at her beauty for hours. I was doing just that one day when Father Maxwell came up behind me and put his hands on my shoulders.
"Isn't she beautiful Duo?" he said with his deep soothing voice.
"Why does she have wings Father?" I asked in my tiny five-year-old voice.
"Because she is an angel."
"What's an angel?"
"Angels are souls that guard the heavens."
Then suddenly I was standing outside on the lawn of the Maxwell Church watching it burn. Those were the hardest memories to remember. I remember the utterly helpless feeling of knowing that there was nothing I could do. I knew that everyone who had ever truly loved me had died in those flames and there was nothing I could do to help them.
The scene changed again and I was no longer five. I was standing in the middle of a ring of fire with no way out. Flames leap up around me, suffocating me with their heat. I ran trying desperately to find a way out. Eventually I just stopped. I realized that I couldn't run any more. I sunk to my knees and gave out a cry of despair. During the war I had always covered up my true feelings with humor but deep down inside it was eating away at me.
Then my vision turned red. Red. Red as blood. Like the blood of all the people I've killed or the people I could have saved. Like Father Maxwell and Sister Helena.
Suddenly there was a flash of pure white little that almost blinded me. I opened my eyes and squinted trying to see through the light. When it cleared I looked to see an angel standing before me, much like the one in the Maxwell Church. But this one had short ebony colored hair and she was unimaginably beautiful. Her dress was made of the purest whitest silk I'd ever seen and it fell to her bare feet in shining waves. Her skin was flawless and ivory in color. But the most amazing thing about this beautiful angel was her wings. They shone with an internal light and seemed to be specked with gold.
I stood up so that I was eye level with her. Then as if drawn by a magnet I walked up to her until she was only a few inches away. She reached out her hands to place then on either side of my head. The second her petite hands touched my bowed head I felt something wonderful yet unexplainable. It was like flying. She bent me head down then gently kissed my forehead. She moved her hands and allowed me to look up again. She smiled at me then took each of my hands into on of her's. Then she opened her mouth and spoke with the most angelic voice I've ever heard.
"Duo. Do not fear. Everything will be all right. I know that everyone that you loved has died before, but there is someone very close to you right now that you love and loves you in return. You just do not know it yet. Don't let doubt over rule your love."
With that she kissed me lightly on the lips but when I opened my eyes all I saw was the ceiling of my bedroom.