Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Fly on Broken Wings ❯ Duo's Curse ( Chapter 12 )
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By: Violet_Nyte 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Psychological / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 12.02.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 844 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Psychological / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 12.02.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 844 | Status: Work In Progress
LSE // 12-2-04
(Fly on Broken Wings - Chapter Twelve: Duo's Curse)
rated: R - language, content, violence
shounen-ai/yaoi
Duo's Curse
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Delicate fingers flicked aside stray dark strands as Trieze waited patiently for his companion to make a move. Trowa glanced up at him before carefully moving one of his pawns across the chess board. "Interesting," Trieze purred, leaning forward. Locks of ink black hair fell forward from his shoulder as he shifted, causing Trieze to frown. "I ought to get it cut," he mused, gathering back the shoulder-length hair before snapping it into a loose ponytail.
Trowa lifted his head suddenly, sitting upright with an alert edge.
Dark brows lifted as Trieze followed the boy's gaze. "That was fast," Trieze said when Quatre drew close. "Or else we've been here playing a lot longer than I thought."
Quatre shook his head slowly and sunk into one of the chairs. "Doctor G said I wouldn't have a session today."
"Lucky!" Trieze cried, sitting back in his chair. He shifted, draping a leg over the arm of the chair, clearly dismissing the chess game. "Why?"
"Duo was in there," Quatre explained. "He..." the boy paused. How to describe the melancholy Duo in G's office? Quatre had never seen his normally cheerful roommate look so depressed.
Then again, Quatre realized, I haven't known Duo very long at all.
"Ah," Trieze mused, tapping his lip with one finger. "Well, how fortunate for you. Shame we don't have the same doctor. Hey, Trowa, next time you try to off yourself, could you do it here? Maybe S'll keep you in session all the time, and then I won't have to go."
Trowa's eyes narrowed dangerously at the bemused Chinese boy.
"D-don't joke about that!" Quatre cried, alarmed.
The other two boys turned to him with completely different looks, but Quatre looked only at Trowa's sorrowful green eyes. "You... shouldn't joke about it," Quatre whispered, hugging his knees slightly.
Trieze shrugged, "Whatever. Here," he said suddenly, dropping his leg from the chair arm as he turned toward the chessboard. Nimble fingers slid a rook three spaces sideways. "Check."
Face emotionless, Trowa moved his queen diagonally across the board, claiming the daring rook. Looking up to meet Trieze's astonished gaze, he flicked his hand up, the finger and middle-finger crossed.
"Mate," said Trieze, translating the sign for Quatre's benefit. Tossing back his hair, he turned onyx eyes to the little blond. "You want to play?"
"I... I'm better at checkers."
Silently, Trowa held up the box full of red and black playing pieces.
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Wufei joined them for dinner, but not Duo. It wasn't until Quatre went back to his room after supper that he encountered his roommate. Stretched out on his bed like a black shadow, Duo barely flicked a glance to the door as Quatre entered. The small blond hesitated in the doorway, very tempted to just turn around and run, but strode forward with a determined set to his thin shoulders.
Sitting cross-legged on his own bed, Quatre hugged Sandy close and watched Duo carefully through lowered eyes. The two roommates sat in utter silence for a long time, until Duo rolled his head lazily to the side, violet eyes staring across the room at the younger boy.
"..braaains," Duo drawled in a slurred voice. "Braaains!"
Quatre's eyes flew wide as he shrunk back, terrified. The other boy broke into laughter as he sat upright, one hand raking back chestnut fringe from his face. Timidly, Quatre smiled slightly and gave a nervous titter.
"I'm sorry," Duo said around his laughs, wiping tears from his eyes. "It just seemed too perfect an opportunity to waste."
A small, genuine smile crossed his face as Quatre felt a rush of relief that Duo seemed to be feeling better. "What..." Quatre started to ask, but then he hesitated, unsure if it was right to pry.
"What the fuck was I doing earlier?" Duo asked with a startling sincerity in his tone, and the wild grin no longer reached his eyes. Quatre nodded mutely, hugging his bear. "I guess I do owe you some sort of explanation."
Both boys looked up as they were interrupted by a knock on their door. "Come in!" Duo called, and Wufei pushed the door open. Dark eyes registered a mild surprise at seeing the braided boy, and they flashed over to Quatre with a quick concern.
"Yay! Story time!" Duo chimed with a roll of his eyes.
Dark brows lifted, "What are you raving about, Maxwell?"
"Duo was just about to say..." Quatre hastily quieted, unsure if his roommate wanted the Chinese boy to know as well.
"What happened to Yuy?" Wufei finished for the blond, dark eyes critical as they regarded Duo.
With an easy shrug, Duo dangled his legs off the edge of the bed. "Yeah, you wanna hear it, 'Fei?"
Almond-shaped eyes narrowed dangerously, "That's Wufei."
"What happened to Heero?" Quatre broke in nervously, biting his lip at the banter between the two friends. Were they only joking? He couldn't tell.
"He's a mechanic," Duo explained, eyes fairly shining with pride. "Heero is a genius with machines. When we met, he was always taking apart things just to see how they worked. Anyway, he was at work today and..." Duo hesitated, eyes falling to his lap as his fingers interlaced. He ran a thumb over the silver rings and swallowed. "So yesterday, at work, he was under a car working when the lift malfunctioned. The car dropped just enough to knock Heero down, but... I mean, it didn't... fall on him." Duo looked sick at the idea.
"Is he all right?" Quatre asked with heavy concern.
Duo nodded slowly, "They kept him overnight for observation... a concussion was the worst of it." Amethysts glittered with fury, "His roommate tried calling me this morning to tell me, but I don't fucking have enough points for a phone call. The merciful nurses took a message, though. I..." Duo looked down at his hands and spoke quietly, emotion straining the words. "I just want to talk to him."
Quatre remained quiet, his heart going out to his roommate. Wufei's sulking glare had disappeared, replaced by a soft look of concern that seemed foreign across dignified features. "You'll see him on Saturday," Wufei said firmly before walking out.
After a brief hesitation, Quatre jumped to his feet and hurried after the Chinese youth. "Wait, Wufei!" he called, closing the distance between them.
Wufei turned, arms crossed. "Yes?"
Aquamarines searched Wufei's face, the intensity of it making the taller boy step back slightly. "You don't really believe that. You don't think Heero will visit him."
With a sigh, Wufei shook his head slowly, his dark gathering of hair swaying over his neck. "I've been here for a year now. Fifty-two weekends, and every single time Maxwell says Yuy is coming to visit him. The way Maxwell talks of him, you'd think they were three steps away from the alter. For a while I thought perhaps Yuy was nothing more than a hallucination Maxwell had created, until I met him."
Wufei sighed again, dark eyes troubled. "Four times, in one year. That's how many times Yuy has actually visited, if you could call it that. The last time was three months ago, after Maxwell ran away. It was Yuy who dragged him back here, kicking and screaming the whole way. It's chilling to see them together. It... It isn't healthy, this love that Maxwell feels. Yuy barely looks at him."
"But... if Heero didn't feel anything for Duo, then why..."
"I don't think I will ever understand it," Wufei said quietly. "But I doubt that Yuy could feel anything at all. He... isn't human."
Quatre looked down at the floor and whispered, "Maybe you're wrong."
As soon as the words left his mouth, the small blond flinched, eyes peeking out from a fringe of gold hair as he trembled, waiting for a blow that never came.
Dark eyes wide, Wufei stared at him for a long moment before nodding. "For Maxwell's sake, I would like nothing better."
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The week crawled toward the end, Quatre falling into the numbing repetition of the hospital's schedule. He almost didn't mind his therapy, with group being devoted to their paintings. He dreaded his sessions with G, but it was only an hour of his day. Most of his free time was spent with one of his new friends... In the fact he had friends came as a shock most days.
Hospital life moved at a lazy pace, but Duo and the others assured him it was only because it was summer. "Most people show up in August, when they start up the schooling programs. Even crazies need a little education!" Duo explained brightly, waving cheerfully to one of the nurses, who looked around in something like alarm.
Quatre woke during the night on Friday without knowing why, until the soft sound of weeping registered to his sleepy self. He sat upright, eyes searching blindly in the dark of the room.
"Go back to bed," came Duo's voice from his side of the room.
"I heard..." Quatre started to say, confused.
Duo said nothing, the rustle of papers being his only answer.
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The next morning at breakfast, Duo stayed eerily silent, their entire group keeping the uneasy quiet until the braided boy got up and left. Meiran leaned forward, tapping Quatre's plate with her fork to catch the boy's attention. "What's on your mind?" she asked, dark eyes curious.
Quatre hesitated, dropping his eyes to his half-empty plate.
"Quatre?" she persisted.
Interlacing his fingers nervously in his lap, Quatre was highly aware of both Meiran and Trowa's eyes on him. "What's going to happen to Duo when Heero doesn't show up today?"
Meiran sat back, clearly troubled. She exchanged concerned glances with Trowa before sighing. "Duo's gone off his medication again. He does this ... frequently, actually. After he ran away three months ago they tested, to make sure he was taking it, but as soon as they stopped a few weeks ago, Duo did as well."
The Chinese youth leaned forward, the change occurring in one startling instance as Meiran left and Wufei took control. "Yuy isn't coming, and some part of Maxwell realizes that. It won't keep him from waiting, though. Tomorrow isn't going to be pretty."
A bundle of nerves took up residence in Quatre's chest as he scooted back slightly, alarmed by Wufei's serious demeanor. "Is there anything we can do?" Quatre asked, looking between his two friends.
Trowa shook his head sadly and twitched his nimble fingers into a sign, and one that Quatre almost recognized.
Wufei nodded and verbally translated the sign with a sigh, "Love." Quatre recognized it as the same sign Trowa had used earlier in the week during the chess game, the first two fingers lightly crossed. Wufei nodded his agreement and slid on the wire-rimmed glasses that he wore, but Meiran did not. "Gods save him, he loves the boy."
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Author's Notes: Sorry this took forever. I really don't have much to say as I'm not feeling very well at the moment.
I don't know when the next chapter will be out, but I hope soon! Thank you for all your encouragements, it means the world to me.
See you next time, everyone.
Feedback/reviews are very much appreciated!
copyright 2004 - Gundam Wing and characters copyright other people.
LSE - Violet Nyte (no email right now!)
shameless plug - visit my website
http://violetnyte.fallenweb.net
(Fly on Broken Wings - Chapter Twelve: Duo's Curse)
rated: R - language, content, violence
shounen-ai/yaoi
Duo's Curse
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Delicate fingers flicked aside stray dark strands as Trieze waited patiently for his companion to make a move. Trowa glanced up at him before carefully moving one of his pawns across the chess board. "Interesting," Trieze purred, leaning forward. Locks of ink black hair fell forward from his shoulder as he shifted, causing Trieze to frown. "I ought to get it cut," he mused, gathering back the shoulder-length hair before snapping it into a loose ponytail.
Trowa lifted his head suddenly, sitting upright with an alert edge.
Dark brows lifted as Trieze followed the boy's gaze. "That was fast," Trieze said when Quatre drew close. "Or else we've been here playing a lot longer than I thought."
Quatre shook his head slowly and sunk into one of the chairs. "Doctor G said I wouldn't have a session today."
"Lucky!" Trieze cried, sitting back in his chair. He shifted, draping a leg over the arm of the chair, clearly dismissing the chess game. "Why?"
"Duo was in there," Quatre explained. "He..." the boy paused. How to describe the melancholy Duo in G's office? Quatre had never seen his normally cheerful roommate look so depressed.
Then again, Quatre realized, I haven't known Duo very long at all.
"Ah," Trieze mused, tapping his lip with one finger. "Well, how fortunate for you. Shame we don't have the same doctor. Hey, Trowa, next time you try to off yourself, could you do it here? Maybe S'll keep you in session all the time, and then I won't have to go."
Trowa's eyes narrowed dangerously at the bemused Chinese boy.
"D-don't joke about that!" Quatre cried, alarmed.
The other two boys turned to him with completely different looks, but Quatre looked only at Trowa's sorrowful green eyes. "You... shouldn't joke about it," Quatre whispered, hugging his knees slightly.
Trieze shrugged, "Whatever. Here," he said suddenly, dropping his leg from the chair arm as he turned toward the chessboard. Nimble fingers slid a rook three spaces sideways. "Check."
Face emotionless, Trowa moved his queen diagonally across the board, claiming the daring rook. Looking up to meet Trieze's astonished gaze, he flicked his hand up, the finger and middle-finger crossed.
"Mate," said Trieze, translating the sign for Quatre's benefit. Tossing back his hair, he turned onyx eyes to the little blond. "You want to play?"
"I... I'm better at checkers."
Silently, Trowa held up the box full of red and black playing pieces.
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Wufei joined them for dinner, but not Duo. It wasn't until Quatre went back to his room after supper that he encountered his roommate. Stretched out on his bed like a black shadow, Duo barely flicked a glance to the door as Quatre entered. The small blond hesitated in the doorway, very tempted to just turn around and run, but strode forward with a determined set to his thin shoulders.
Sitting cross-legged on his own bed, Quatre hugged Sandy close and watched Duo carefully through lowered eyes. The two roommates sat in utter silence for a long time, until Duo rolled his head lazily to the side, violet eyes staring across the room at the younger boy.
"..braaains," Duo drawled in a slurred voice. "Braaains!"
Quatre's eyes flew wide as he shrunk back, terrified. The other boy broke into laughter as he sat upright, one hand raking back chestnut fringe from his face. Timidly, Quatre smiled slightly and gave a nervous titter.
"I'm sorry," Duo said around his laughs, wiping tears from his eyes. "It just seemed too perfect an opportunity to waste."
A small, genuine smile crossed his face as Quatre felt a rush of relief that Duo seemed to be feeling better. "What..." Quatre started to ask, but then he hesitated, unsure if it was right to pry.
"What the fuck was I doing earlier?" Duo asked with a startling sincerity in his tone, and the wild grin no longer reached his eyes. Quatre nodded mutely, hugging his bear. "I guess I do owe you some sort of explanation."
Both boys looked up as they were interrupted by a knock on their door. "Come in!" Duo called, and Wufei pushed the door open. Dark eyes registered a mild surprise at seeing the braided boy, and they flashed over to Quatre with a quick concern.
"Yay! Story time!" Duo chimed with a roll of his eyes.
Dark brows lifted, "What are you raving about, Maxwell?"
"Duo was just about to say..." Quatre hastily quieted, unsure if his roommate wanted the Chinese boy to know as well.
"What happened to Yuy?" Wufei finished for the blond, dark eyes critical as they regarded Duo.
With an easy shrug, Duo dangled his legs off the edge of the bed. "Yeah, you wanna hear it, 'Fei?"
Almond-shaped eyes narrowed dangerously, "That's Wufei."
"What happened to Heero?" Quatre broke in nervously, biting his lip at the banter between the two friends. Were they only joking? He couldn't tell.
"He's a mechanic," Duo explained, eyes fairly shining with pride. "Heero is a genius with machines. When we met, he was always taking apart things just to see how they worked. Anyway, he was at work today and..." Duo hesitated, eyes falling to his lap as his fingers interlaced. He ran a thumb over the silver rings and swallowed. "So yesterday, at work, he was under a car working when the lift malfunctioned. The car dropped just enough to knock Heero down, but... I mean, it didn't... fall on him." Duo looked sick at the idea.
"Is he all right?" Quatre asked with heavy concern.
Duo nodded slowly, "They kept him overnight for observation... a concussion was the worst of it." Amethysts glittered with fury, "His roommate tried calling me this morning to tell me, but I don't fucking have enough points for a phone call. The merciful nurses took a message, though. I..." Duo looked down at his hands and spoke quietly, emotion straining the words. "I just want to talk to him."
Quatre remained quiet, his heart going out to his roommate. Wufei's sulking glare had disappeared, replaced by a soft look of concern that seemed foreign across dignified features. "You'll see him on Saturday," Wufei said firmly before walking out.
After a brief hesitation, Quatre jumped to his feet and hurried after the Chinese youth. "Wait, Wufei!" he called, closing the distance between them.
Wufei turned, arms crossed. "Yes?"
Aquamarines searched Wufei's face, the intensity of it making the taller boy step back slightly. "You don't really believe that. You don't think Heero will visit him."
With a sigh, Wufei shook his head slowly, his dark gathering of hair swaying over his neck. "I've been here for a year now. Fifty-two weekends, and every single time Maxwell says Yuy is coming to visit him. The way Maxwell talks of him, you'd think they were three steps away from the alter. For a while I thought perhaps Yuy was nothing more than a hallucination Maxwell had created, until I met him."
Wufei sighed again, dark eyes troubled. "Four times, in one year. That's how many times Yuy has actually visited, if you could call it that. The last time was three months ago, after Maxwell ran away. It was Yuy who dragged him back here, kicking and screaming the whole way. It's chilling to see them together. It... It isn't healthy, this love that Maxwell feels. Yuy barely looks at him."
"But... if Heero didn't feel anything for Duo, then why..."
"I don't think I will ever understand it," Wufei said quietly. "But I doubt that Yuy could feel anything at all. He... isn't human."
Quatre looked down at the floor and whispered, "Maybe you're wrong."
As soon as the words left his mouth, the small blond flinched, eyes peeking out from a fringe of gold hair as he trembled, waiting for a blow that never came.
Dark eyes wide, Wufei stared at him for a long moment before nodding. "For Maxwell's sake, I would like nothing better."
------------------------------------------------------------------------
The week crawled toward the end, Quatre falling into the numbing repetition of the hospital's schedule. He almost didn't mind his therapy, with group being devoted to their paintings. He dreaded his sessions with G, but it was only an hour of his day. Most of his free time was spent with one of his new friends... In the fact he had friends came as a shock most days.
Hospital life moved at a lazy pace, but Duo and the others assured him it was only because it was summer. "Most people show up in August, when they start up the schooling programs. Even crazies need a little education!" Duo explained brightly, waving cheerfully to one of the nurses, who looked around in something like alarm.
Quatre woke during the night on Friday without knowing why, until the soft sound of weeping registered to his sleepy self. He sat upright, eyes searching blindly in the dark of the room.
"Go back to bed," came Duo's voice from his side of the room.
"I heard..." Quatre started to say, confused.
Duo said nothing, the rustle of papers being his only answer.
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The next morning at breakfast, Duo stayed eerily silent, their entire group keeping the uneasy quiet until the braided boy got up and left. Meiran leaned forward, tapping Quatre's plate with her fork to catch the boy's attention. "What's on your mind?" she asked, dark eyes curious.
Quatre hesitated, dropping his eyes to his half-empty plate.
"Quatre?" she persisted.
Interlacing his fingers nervously in his lap, Quatre was highly aware of both Meiran and Trowa's eyes on him. "What's going to happen to Duo when Heero doesn't show up today?"
Meiran sat back, clearly troubled. She exchanged concerned glances with Trowa before sighing. "Duo's gone off his medication again. He does this ... frequently, actually. After he ran away three months ago they tested, to make sure he was taking it, but as soon as they stopped a few weeks ago, Duo did as well."
The Chinese youth leaned forward, the change occurring in one startling instance as Meiran left and Wufei took control. "Yuy isn't coming, and some part of Maxwell realizes that. It won't keep him from waiting, though. Tomorrow isn't going to be pretty."
A bundle of nerves took up residence in Quatre's chest as he scooted back slightly, alarmed by Wufei's serious demeanor. "Is there anything we can do?" Quatre asked, looking between his two friends.
Trowa shook his head sadly and twitched his nimble fingers into a sign, and one that Quatre almost recognized.
Wufei nodded and verbally translated the sign with a sigh, "Love." Quatre recognized it as the same sign Trowa had used earlier in the week during the chess game, the first two fingers lightly crossed. Wufei nodded his agreement and slid on the wire-rimmed glasses that he wore, but Meiran did not. "Gods save him, he loves the boy."
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Author's Notes: Sorry this took forever. I really don't have much to say as I'm not feeling very well at the moment.
I don't know when the next chapter will be out, but I hope soon! Thank you for all your encouragements, it means the world to me.
See you next time, everyone.
Feedback/reviews are very much appreciated!
copyright 2004 - Gundam Wing and characters copyright other people.
LSE - Violet Nyte (no email right now!)
shameless plug - visit my website
http://violetnyte.fallenweb.net