Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Goodbye Yellow Brick Road ❯ Part Eight ( Chapter 8 )

Part Eight

Duo had to prove it to them all.

What he had just wasn't simple dreams, oh no. They had to be Visions.

It was true; he didn't know what the common thread was. He thought it could have been the book, but realized in the second Vision, there was no book present.

But still, the book seemed to be the force holding this whole thing together and the biggest piece of trouble in the whole scheme of things.

So he had to find the book.

If he could find the book, then he could prove his dreams weren't just nonsense.

And the only place to find the book was in the library.

His four friends listened to his plan with growing anxiety and disbelief.

"You...you aren't really going to do this, are you?" Quatre asked softly.

"Why not? You all think I'm going insane here and over reacting, I have to do something! I just *know* these aren't just stupid dreams!" Duo cried, frustration bringing tears to his eyes. "It's the only way to prove it!"

"What if you are caught...?" Quatre spoke up once again.

"Well, that's just the chance I'll have to take, no?"

"I believe you, Duo, if you think they're Visions."

"No you don't," Duo spat at Quatre in disgust. "Don't lie to me. I will. I'll find the book and then you all will be wrong. You just watch me."

With that he got up and stormed off, not going anywhere in particular, but wanting to get away from his friends.

He would prove them all wrong! He's show them all! There was a book and something important was in it! They'd all know it soon enough!

"Duo!"

Duo stopped and turned and glared at Heero, who was following him and caught up with him.

"What? Have you come to berate my idea too?"

"No," Heero replied smoothly. "Not at all. Remember," he spat cynically, "what have you got to lose? They can't kill you. The worst they can do is beat you, which you're used to, or throw you in with the loonies."

"So someone listens to half of the things I say?"

Heero rolled his eyes. "I'll help you, Duo. I don't think that this is the safest thing to do, however I know that I can't stop you and at least you have a thought out plan. I might as well aid you as best I can if you're just going to do it anyway."

Duo looked at him and blinked. He realized what a long way Heero had come since they first met. They were able to talk, and it was actual talk. And he was willing to be helpful. Even if it was just to him. That meant something to him, even if it didn't to the rest of the world.

"Thank you, Heero," Duo spoke softly, looking into his eyes with all the gratitude in the world. "I don't want everyone to think I'm crazy anymore...."

"I believe you," Heero told him truthfully. "Regular dreams don't do that to people. As for my help, I'm the only person who's able to take those Bands off, right?"

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It was late and anxiety filled every thread of Duo's being.

Heero took his Bands off and Duo rubbed his wrists nervously.

"If you don't want to do this, you don't have to."

"Hah. I can't back out now."

Heero smirked in the dark.

"Good."

Duo looked at him.

Good?

"That's what I like about you. Even though you're caged up here and afraid of the consequences, you're still dying to live."

Now Duo flat out stared. Could he read minds, or did he just feel the same way?

In one past life he was a young man drafted into the war. He was so happy to go out and kill the enemy, shoot them down, conquer and destroy.

But as he lay dying in a muddy trench, he realized the importance of life and freedom.

Everyone deserved to live, didn't they? It was a right, wasn't it? Given to them by the Divine. No one should be able to take that from someone else. Only the Divine. What was given by the Divine, should only be taken by the Divine.

This was what he believed.

He may have never experienced freedom or 'life', for it was taken away from him by these people who thought that they were more powerful than the Great Divine Above, but he knew it's importance from the body which he had inhabited so long ago.

"Well.... It comes with being an Incarnate," Duo muttered nervously as he thought over his plan, completely missing how Heero's face fell in utter shock.

"What?"

"Hmm?" Duo replied, looking up at him.

"You're an...Incarnate?"

Duo shrugged. "Yeah. Don't tell anyone now," he spoke, turning serious. "I'm not fond of the idea of being a total experiment for the rest of my life." Throwing his hair nonchalantly back over his shoulder he said "I wish to somehow be a part of that which fills my soul, someday...."

Heero smiled. "Of course."

"We'll get out of here, Heero," he beamed, speaking confidently.

"Of course," he continued with the self-pleasing and confidence-giving lie. "What did you expect?"

"I don't know. I was just being foolish. We can't be in here forever. There will be a time when I'll be able to walk down the street, just because I feel like it. I might even take a little walk down the road everyday!" Duo spoke boldly.

"Oh, yes," Heero agreed. "And no one will think anything of it."

"Yes.... Of course...." Duo turned sad, looking at the floor as tears filled his eyes.

"Are you going to be able to do this?" Heero asked carefully, touching his bare shoulder.

"Ye...yeah.... Give me a few seconds.... I'm going to be okay.... Sorry...."

Duo sniffled a little and wiped at his eyes, smiling weakly at the other boy.

"I get too damn happy every time I think about living. It's a bad habit. I'll.... Yeah. I'll be going now then."

Heero leaned over and brushed a kiss across his forehead.

The other stood in total shock at the move and momentarily forgot everything he was supposed to do.

Forgot the plan...forgot the freedom.... Forgot living....

Everything but Heero.

The way he smelled.... His strong, warm presence as it leaned down over him.... The way his hands felt.... Cupped around his face perfectly.... How his firm, soft lips touched his skin....

Heero looked at the boy, who blushed lightly in the darkness, and let his hands fall to his sides.

"Where I come from, it means good luck," he explained easily, hiding his shock from his own actions.

Was it that he wished Duo good luck...? Or was it something more...?

Heero wasn't even sure himself anymore.

"Thank you, Heero, for everything, really.... You're...you're not such a bad guy, on the inside," Duo told him, watching as he turned his back and went over to his bed.

Heero snorted. "You don't know me, on the inside."

They said nothing else as Duo slipped out the door.

He knew that this was going to take a consternate amount of concentration as he tried desperately to get Heero out of his mind.

He couldn't be thinking about that right now.

He had to be on alert.

If They found out what he was doing.... It would surely be the death of him.

Yeah, he said they couldn't kill you, but he didn't quite believe that completely....

Using an intense amount of Talent, he hyped up the tiniest sound so that it carried to his ears throughout all of the halls for a mile in all directions.

He wasn't taking any chances.

And if someone did catch him, he had to opinions.

Haul ass.

Or blow them off the fucking Earth.

He didn't really want to do either, and so he didn't want to take any chances.

Especially since the latter was going to be the option he was going to take. If they knew Heero could take off the Bands.... He didn't want to inflict any more pain onto Heero's tortured soul.

But that brought him back to the subject of Heero, which he was desperately trying to avoid at all costs.

However more and more it seemed that that was all he could think about....

Wanting to scream, he slunk stealthily down the halls and into the library.

Every so often he would pick up on the sounds in the dungeon and it would make him shudder violently.

How could Heero have ever reached a low so low that those people were of interest to him? How could anyone feel protected and happy with that creepy laughter?

Finally, he came to the library and stood be for the gigantic closed doors and took a deep breath.

This was it. The time of truth.

And he really didn't want to be wrong.

Tracing his finger lightly over the designs on the door, his hand connected with the handle and he pulled lightly............

But the door didn't budge!

He pulled a little harder and it didn't move an inch!

It was locked!

Locked!

After how far he'd come and how careful he'd been, it was locked! The only way for him to prove his sanity, and it was locked--!

How could this possibly be--?

It just.... It wasn't fair!

It wasn't fair!

In utter silence he let a few tears drip down his cheeks as he turned away, leaned back on the door and lifted his hands to his face, completely dropping his guard, and let his sobs wrack his body.

~Til Then~