Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Fighting the Darkness ❯ Chapter 5
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By: deathangel125 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Horror / Psychological / Supernatural / Thriller / Angst | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 06.23.2012 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 292 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Horror / Psychological / Supernatural / Thriller / Angst | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 06.23.2012 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 292 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: The G-boys and Gundam Wing don’t belong to me.
Warnings: Located in the first part. Be sure to look or you might be surprised.
FIGHTING THE DARKNESS – PART 5
In the doctor’s meticulously organized office, Trowa sat his bag down beside the chair and rubbed his shoulder. “Would you like some coffee?” she asked, closing the door so they would have privacy.
Thinking of his lack of sleep and the long hours he had spent to find Duo, he nodded wearily. Trying to think of a way to explain his abrupt trip, he came up with nothing and considered telling the truth, no matter how nuts it sounded. A mug being set in front of him had him pulling out of his thoughts, shaking his head in response to the cream and sugar she held out. When she chose to set next to him, rather than behind the desk, he watched her expectedly.
“Before we discuss the matter of your timely arrival, I have to ask if you knew of Mr. Maxwell’s previous…injuries.”
“Duo was in the war. There are likely a number of scars from that.”
Setting her cup aside, the woman winced, “This is more recent. Likely occurring within the last year.”
Realizing what she spoke of, he sighed, “I haven’t spoken to Duo in a number of years. We were never close. I believe he was assaulted about six months ago, and raped at the same time.”
“You know a lot about someone you claim not to speak to,” she commented with a lift of her brows.
“When I found his apartment, his neighbor told me of the attack. I had a…hunch about the rape.”
“Like the hunch that brought you here, Mr. Barton?”
Seeing the patience directed at him, he reluctantly nodded, “I had a bad feeling something had happened to Duo, so I came to find him.”
“You traveled all the way from earth because of a bad feeling? I don’t believe that.”
Instead of responding, Trowa drank the coffee, finding it strong enough to float a fork on top of. After several minutes, he set his own coffee aside, now wide awake. “Have you ever heard of an occurrence where someone could see what happened to a person in a dream? Hypothetically speaking, of course.”
“Since we’re speaking hypothetically, I would have to say, as a doctor, such a thing could only occur because of delusions or schizophrenia, or some other mental illness. However, as someone with gypsy ancestors, I would have to say that such an occurrence is known as dream-sight.” She smiled when Trowa jerked, inclining her head at him. “If someone was interested in learning about such a phenomenon, I would suggest that person do a search on the internet,” she told him quietly, as if afraid someone would hear.
“It’s an interesting theory, but a person would have to be crazy to believe in such a thing,” he replied with a nod, understanding she was telling him to do so. “Will there be a problem if I stay here? I would like to be close to Duo in case he…needs me.”
“I’ll have a cot set up in his room. If you would like to eat, the food here is actually good, simply tell the nurses to order you something. Would you like some over-the-counter sedatives? You could get some sleep without the …disturbances.”
“No,” was his immediate reply. He couldn’t explain how he felt he was supposed to be sharing Duo’s nightmare, if that’s what it was, but he thought it was important that he did. “I’ll be fine, Dr….”
“Gionanni. Gina Gionanni. Most just call me Dr. G.”
Since she wouldn’t understand the irony, Trowa kept his face blank as he shook her hand. “Dr. Gionanni it is.”
The darkness was filled with the thunder of voices, clashing together so they were no longer discernible. His screams continued, needing to drown out the noise before he lost his mind, if he hadn’t already. When the voices abruptly decreased in volume, he stopped screaming, wondering why he had been given a respite.
Feeling another presence, he frowned. Afraid of what he would hear, he called out tentatively over the continuous hum of a thousand whispers, “Is someone there?”
“You can hear me?” the other person sounded as stunned as he felt.
“I can hear you. Have you come to help me die?”
“I’ve come to help you, but not to help you die. You can’t die, Duo.”
Although the voice was vaguely familiar, he couldn’t put a name to it. “Who are you?”
“It’s me. Why didn’t you call me? I would’ve answered the phone.”
The tone was soft and hurt. He could hear the pain, yet didn’t trust it. “Trowa? Why would you answer?”
“Because I know what it’s like to get up and face every day feeling like you’re unwanted and unneeded. I could have helped you. All you had to do was call.”
“I-I didn’t think you would care. No one else did. Why would they? I’m worthless.”
“No, you’re not. You can’t give up. Keep fighting the darkness, Duo. I’ll help you all that I can.”
The voices were rising in volume again, drowning out whatever Trowa was trying to tell him. Over the screams of hatred and anger, he fought to hear. He needed to know. He had to know.
As the sound washed over him, he sighed and closed his eyes. If he could hold on, if he could fight back, perhaps he would finally, finally be able to rest. Calling on reserves he didn’t realize he had, he opened his eyes and stared into the blank canvas of nothing, fighting to hold on until he could hear the one voice that had given him hope.
Instantly coming awake, he jerked up his head from where it had been lying on Duo’s bed, staring at the other man in wonder. How had Duo been able to hear him? Attempting to sort things out, he felt movement on his hand and looked at it, stunned to find it clasping Duo’s smaller hand tightly. Had that been why they had been able to communicate instead of him only witnessing the other man’s torment?
Deciding to try again later, he gently removed his hand, stupefied when Duo’s hand opened at the small tug. Not sure if the other man was able to hear him, he leaned close to the unconscious man’s ear. “I have to go eat, but I swear I’ll be back. We’ll fight the darkness together, Duo. You are not worthless, no matter what you’ve heard.
He couldn’t be positive, but he would almost swear the other man’s head moved minutely in a nod.
Warnings: Located in the first part. Be sure to look or you might be surprised.
FIGHTING THE DARKNESS – PART 5
In the doctor’s meticulously organized office, Trowa sat his bag down beside the chair and rubbed his shoulder. “Would you like some coffee?” she asked, closing the door so they would have privacy.
Thinking of his lack of sleep and the long hours he had spent to find Duo, he nodded wearily. Trying to think of a way to explain his abrupt trip, he came up with nothing and considered telling the truth, no matter how nuts it sounded. A mug being set in front of him had him pulling out of his thoughts, shaking his head in response to the cream and sugar she held out. When she chose to set next to him, rather than behind the desk, he watched her expectedly.
“Before we discuss the matter of your timely arrival, I have to ask if you knew of Mr. Maxwell’s previous…injuries.”
“Duo was in the war. There are likely a number of scars from that.”
Setting her cup aside, the woman winced, “This is more recent. Likely occurring within the last year.”
Realizing what she spoke of, he sighed, “I haven’t spoken to Duo in a number of years. We were never close. I believe he was assaulted about six months ago, and raped at the same time.”
“You know a lot about someone you claim not to speak to,” she commented with a lift of her brows.
“When I found his apartment, his neighbor told me of the attack. I had a…hunch about the rape.”
“Like the hunch that brought you here, Mr. Barton?”
Seeing the patience directed at him, he reluctantly nodded, “I had a bad feeling something had happened to Duo, so I came to find him.”
“You traveled all the way from earth because of a bad feeling? I don’t believe that.”
Instead of responding, Trowa drank the coffee, finding it strong enough to float a fork on top of. After several minutes, he set his own coffee aside, now wide awake. “Have you ever heard of an occurrence where someone could see what happened to a person in a dream? Hypothetically speaking, of course.”
“Since we’re speaking hypothetically, I would have to say, as a doctor, such a thing could only occur because of delusions or schizophrenia, or some other mental illness. However, as someone with gypsy ancestors, I would have to say that such an occurrence is known as dream-sight.” She smiled when Trowa jerked, inclining her head at him. “If someone was interested in learning about such a phenomenon, I would suggest that person do a search on the internet,” she told him quietly, as if afraid someone would hear.
“It’s an interesting theory, but a person would have to be crazy to believe in such a thing,” he replied with a nod, understanding she was telling him to do so. “Will there be a problem if I stay here? I would like to be close to Duo in case he…needs me.”
“I’ll have a cot set up in his room. If you would like to eat, the food here is actually good, simply tell the nurses to order you something. Would you like some over-the-counter sedatives? You could get some sleep without the …disturbances.”
“No,” was his immediate reply. He couldn’t explain how he felt he was supposed to be sharing Duo’s nightmare, if that’s what it was, but he thought it was important that he did. “I’ll be fine, Dr….”
“Gionanni. Gina Gionanni. Most just call me Dr. G.”
Since she wouldn’t understand the irony, Trowa kept his face blank as he shook her hand. “Dr. Gionanni it is.”
The darkness was filled with the thunder of voices, clashing together so they were no longer discernible. His screams continued, needing to drown out the noise before he lost his mind, if he hadn’t already. When the voices abruptly decreased in volume, he stopped screaming, wondering why he had been given a respite.
Feeling another presence, he frowned. Afraid of what he would hear, he called out tentatively over the continuous hum of a thousand whispers, “Is someone there?”
“You can hear me?” the other person sounded as stunned as he felt.
“I can hear you. Have you come to help me die?”
“I’ve come to help you, but not to help you die. You can’t die, Duo.”
Although the voice was vaguely familiar, he couldn’t put a name to it. “Who are you?”
“It’s me. Why didn’t you call me? I would’ve answered the phone.”
The tone was soft and hurt. He could hear the pain, yet didn’t trust it. “Trowa? Why would you answer?”
“Because I know what it’s like to get up and face every day feeling like you’re unwanted and unneeded. I could have helped you. All you had to do was call.”
“I-I didn’t think you would care. No one else did. Why would they? I’m worthless.”
“No, you’re not. You can’t give up. Keep fighting the darkness, Duo. I’ll help you all that I can.”
The voices were rising in volume again, drowning out whatever Trowa was trying to tell him. Over the screams of hatred and anger, he fought to hear. He needed to know. He had to know.
As the sound washed over him, he sighed and closed his eyes. If he could hold on, if he could fight back, perhaps he would finally, finally be able to rest. Calling on reserves he didn’t realize he had, he opened his eyes and stared into the blank canvas of nothing, fighting to hold on until he could hear the one voice that had given him hope.
Instantly coming awake, he jerked up his head from where it had been lying on Duo’s bed, staring at the other man in wonder. How had Duo been able to hear him? Attempting to sort things out, he felt movement on his hand and looked at it, stunned to find it clasping Duo’s smaller hand tightly. Had that been why they had been able to communicate instead of him only witnessing the other man’s torment?
Deciding to try again later, he gently removed his hand, stupefied when Duo’s hand opened at the small tug. Not sure if the other man was able to hear him, he leaned close to the unconscious man’s ear. “I have to go eat, but I swear I’ll be back. We’ll fight the darkness together, Duo. You are not worthless, no matter what you’ve heard.
He couldn’t be positive, but he would almost swear the other man’s head moved minutely in a nod.