Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Goodbye Yellow Brick Road ❯ Part Seven ( Chapter 7 )

Part Seven

Duo cursed under his breath when he realized where he was. The stupid meadow with the stupid crystal sky and fluffy clouds and stupid freedom.

No, freedom would never be stupid. Freedom was everything, but this was stupid. It wasn't freedom.

He was trapped inside his mind.

"This whole thing would be bearable if that stupid music box would shut the hell up," he muttered.

'You have to find out more....'

"Stupid celestial voice," he growled, walking in the opposite direction he did last time. "I'm not going to play my own mind games. I'm not going to."

He began to whistle a little, his tune jarring with the tune of the music box.

But he stopped abruptly when he realized where he was.

'You have to find out more....'

"Uh, uh!" Duo cried, backing up as if it might help him somehow. "I'm not going back through one of those doors!"

'You have to learn.... You have to understand....'

The four doors stood ominously before him. Black, white, green, red.

Earth, Spirit, Water, Fire.

Why couldn't he escape?!

"What in the hell do you want me to do?! Why am I tormenting myself like this?! I can't even answer that question! Argh!"

'You have to learn.....'

"Fine!" he screamed, almost pulling out his hair in frustration. "Fine! I'll play the stupid game! I can handle it! It's just a stupid dream!"

But it was more than 'just a stupid dream', it involved Heero. It hurt Duo to think about all the possible pain Heero went through.

I would never be 'just a stupid dream'.

So he ran through the door farthest away from the black one.

The red one.

Fire.

Suddenly he was in another world.

It was huge and radiant. Mountains in the background, wooden structures delicately shaped. Beautiful, exotic looking flowers and a little boy in a garden with a brush writing in a magnificent script.

Duo recognized it as the script of the Majii. A city that was destroyed - by what? no one knew - only a few years ago. Not many people survived the death and destruction, or so was told.

Then he realized that he 'was' this boy.

This boy had a happy life as for as Duo could tell. Lots of friends, a caring family.... Lots of other boys and men in the place also had a little Art, so it wasn't out of place at all. He was even engaged, at such a young age due to custom, and would be married to a cute-as-a-button little girl when they turned fifteen.

Duo liked this door. It was happy, nice. A little boy in his blissful life.

But it was all over soon enough.... When the missionaries came....

Wait! He knew it was the missionaries but.... The missionaries' destroyed and entire city and caused the downfall of a country?! And for what cause? Because there were so many men with the Art there?!

An entire civilization thrown to bits because of a little Art?!

Why did they do it? Was there something more that Duo was missing?

The missionaries began burning and ransacking the glorious place. They stole all the boys with the Art, but the boy he was would be traumatized for life.

He watched as they gouged out his parent's eyes and raped his beautiful mother and slit his father's throat. They even went as far as to rape his little sister, but unlike the others, they didn't kill her first. He heard every scream from her throat and every laugh of the men as tears poured down his little cheeks.

Then they raped him and knocked him over the head and he sunk into eternal darkness....

When he next came to, he was in the Academy, which was obvious. He felt the boy had no knowledge of anything, not even his name.

A man came up to him and told him where he was, that he had lived here all his life, that he was just asleep for a while, and that he had amnesia.

They also told him his name.

Wufei.

He went through his time at this school with ease and tried to hide from the other kids. He met Duo and found him nice and was easily accepted by Duo's friends.

But They took hideous advantage of the fact that he didn't know much about the world.

There were many times they raped him and told him it was normal. That was part of any normal school. That the more it hurt the stronger he was and that he wanted to be strong no matter what because strength was everything.

So many times they told him these lies....

So easily he agreed....

Duo wanted to scream. How could he believe their twisted tongues?! How could anyone do this to another human being? How could someone take advantage of someone else like that, because they didn't know anything about the world?!

That was dishonorable.... It was sick.... It wasn't *right*....

But now it seemed obvious that no one cared what was right anymore. They were all just selfish and wanted everything for themselves.... No one cared about anyone else....

How could no one care about anyone else....? Wasn't that what made people human?

Or were They no better than dogs...?

Duo fell out of the portal and his eyes immediately shot open.

He felt the bile rise in his throat as the graphic pictures of Wufei's parents being tortured and being raped and his sister and even him.... So young and innocence....

He tried to get up, but fell weakly to the floor, vomiting roughly.

Heero jumped out of bed when he heard this, not being a very heavy sleeper due too all his time running away from people, threw on the light and grabbed Duo's long hair out of the way.

When he was quite through, he wiped at his mouth, sobbing shamefully and turning away from Heero in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry...."

"Shut up!" Heero yelled at him angrily, grabbing him and hugging him to his chest. "You're always apologizing to me! You don't have to apologize!"

Duo flinched back at his harsh words and sobbed harder against him.

"What's wrong, Duo...? Why do you wake up like this...?"

Duo's tears soaked Heero's chest and saturated the bandages he wore.

"It was nothing.... Just a stupid dream...."

"A 'stupid dream' that made you sick? Dreams that make you cry?" Heero asked in obvious disbelief.

Duo nodded dumbly.

"Well, I suppose it doesn't matter.... I've got to clean this up...."

Heero sighed deeply and set Duo down on the bed then, taking a few trips down the hall, managed to clean up Duo's mess.

Once finished, he lay down next to Duo.

"You must have some pretty heinous dreams," Heero mumbled sleepily.

"When you're whole life is pretty heinous, it's not any surprise," Duo replied as he fought down more tears.

He was so tired...and so sick.... Sick of the Academy. Sick of the dreams of Visions or whatever the hell they were. Sick of the pain....

Sick of living.

If you could call it living, that is. What he did was not 'live'. He 'was'. He did not live, he was. He was just a ball energy on the Earth manipulated to anyone's whims and desires. That wasn't living.

It was being.

No, no. He was wrong. He wasn't sick of living, one couldn't be sick of that which they have never experienced. No, he was sick of being.

He was dying to live.

"Heero.... You don't have to be here if you don't want...."

By this time, Heero had almost slipped into sleep and was clutching Duo's braid in his hands like it was a teddy bear.

"It's not like you wouldn't...have come...into mine...." Heero murmured back.

Duo was content.

If Heero wanted to be there, then he certainly didn't mind.

He was strong, warm, and everything Duo wanted in a lover. Though the dream was fugal, he couldn't help but hope that maybe they would have a chance....

Someday....

Maybe they would get out.... Run away.... Build a little house.... In a little forest...or even a little meadow.... With lots of wildflowers....

No one would want to hurt them....

They could be happy.... Together...forever....

Free.

"Thank you...." Duo whispered, inaudible to Heero's ear, then speaking up, he said "good night."

"Sweet dreams...." Heero murmured back.

Duo smiled sadly and choked down a sob as he wrapped an arm around the other boy's waist, letting his head fall against his chest.

"I'll try...."

~Til Then~