Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Goodbye Yellow Brick Road ❯ Part Eleven ( Chapter 11 )

Part Eleven

Duo found himself in the field, happy music fluttering through. Strangely enough his arm was fine. He supposed that real life had no affect on this vision of his body.

He ambled through the grass and thought.

Maybe it was all real.... He *had* to have a purpose, right? Like Heero said....

Well, he wanted to find out what that was and so he searched eagerly for the doors.

They appeared in front of him and he gazed at the last one.

The one for Spirit.

Suddenly it hit him hard.

Earth, Spirit, Water, Fire.

Heero, Trowa, Wufei....

The next one had to be Quatre!

The black, white, green, and red must be their auras!

It made sense, since the aura reflected the person.

Heero was an Earth Artist and was black and black was a color of protection and it meant that a person was trying to protect themselves or shield themselves from the outside.

Trowa was a Water Artist and was green and green was the color of sensitivity and growing compassion. It reflects a sympathetic and calm person who is reliable, dependable, and open-minded.

Wufei was a Fire Artist and was red and red was a color that reflected a person who had a temper, aggression, and impulsiveness. It is dynamic and reflects anger and strong passion of the mind and will. Also it shows the awakening of latent abilities and talents.

All of the colors fit and that meant that white had to be Quatre!

Which would also make sense.

White was the color of purity and truth, which Quatre most certainly was.

He smirked to himself, proud he had figured that out.

So, happily for once, he walked through the last door to meet his fate.

It was obvious he was Quatre. The little boy with curly blond hair who strangely resembled a girl.

He was the heir to the kingdom and had plenty of everything he wanted. His father he never knew, but his mother was a radiant figure in his life and he always strived to be like her.

Then she caught consumption.

He sat by her bed day and night and tried to comfort his dying mother. Inside he knew that she was going to die, but he never wanted to believe it. His mother was angelic, eternal, and she could never die.

With her passing away, it was exposed that he had the Art.

No one wanted an Artist as a leader, let alone an untrained, six year old Artist.

So they sent him away.

He was going through an emotionally disturbed state and being shunned by everyone he knew for something his mother thought was fine crushed him further.

All the Teachers and Council were especially pleased with this she-boy they got in and took turns regularly with him.

This just made him retreat into his female being and made him long for some sweet man, for once.

Which he found in the quiet, fearful Trowa.

He also needed a man who was louder and would protect him.

Which he found in the flamboyant Duo.

Duo found this undeniably sweet and heart breaking, at the same time. It was nowhere near as gory as Heero's past, but in it's own way, it was devastating.

He stepped out into the desert, with white lightening, this time.

He noticed Quatre sitting down, back to him, in the distance.

Not knowing what else to do, and wanting to comfort his friend, he walked toward him.

But stopped abruptly when Quatre spoke.

"Duo.... You have to be strong.... Be strong and find the Secret...or else.... Or else we'll all...die...."

Suddenly he fell over, his head rolling off to the side, blood and maggots seeping out of the once beautiful, but now broken, body of his best friend.

Duo lifted trembling hands to his mouth as he stepped away from his mutilated friend.

Blood puddled and seeping into the sand as maggots swarmed and crawled in and out of both openings where his head managed to be disconnected from it's body.

Then a huge spider crawled across his closed eyelids and tried to plop right on into his nose, but got stuck halfway through the left nostril, the end side of it's body sticking out, it's little legs wiggling spastically as it tried to get out of it's little entrapment.

Duo felt his stomach turn as he watched in sick fascination as it struggled fruitlessly in its cage.

Then Quatre's once blue eyes popped open. But instead of blue, they were a muddy brown, the color of dried blood, and rolled right out of his head and across the ground, stopping near his feet, the disgusting yet accusing pupils staring up at him.

Looking back at the disembodied head, he found to his horror that cockroaches and tiny white maggots were pouring out of the empty sockets that once contained the gorgeous eyes of Quatre.

Suddenly, one huge rat tried to wriggled out of the confines of the eye, clawing at Quatre's skin, which was slowly receding, and Duo screamed.

He awoke with a start, yanking out of Heero's grasp and turning to the bucket on the side of the bed they had put there due to Duo's convulsions, and relieved himself of his dinner.

Duo hated to throw-up, that much was true. He'd done so well the past week, the convulsions going away, and he even went to class.

He just *had* to have that stupid dream....

Heero shifted and propped himself up with one arm, the other he used to slowly stroke Duo's hair with.

"Are you okay?"

Duo swallowed, shuddered, and tried to nod as he lay back down, snuggling against Heero's chest as he tried to get the disturbing picture of Quatre out of his mind.

They had, on a happier note, finally moved the beds together and enjoyed the new arrangement very much.

"Was it a dream, or was it something else...?" Heero asked, concern showing in his voice.

He decided that being friends with Duo would be okay. As long as he didn't become too attached, it would be okay....

"It was a dream.... Like the others.... Oh Heero! It was *so* nasty!" he cried, clutching the bed sheets and snuggling closer to the other boy. "I still feel sick. But I did find some good in that dream."

"Oh?"

"I'm hoping the color in the doors matches your auras. I will have to ask Quatre tomorrow."

"What will that mean?"

"I have no fucking clue. Probably absolutely nothing...."

Heero snorted. "Are you always so negative?"

"Do you think I ran into that wall for fun?" Duo spat back.

Heero looked down at the sheets and rubbed his thumb gently over his hand.

"I didn't mean anything by it," he murmured. "I can't say I didn't try."

Duo sighed and hugged him closer.

"It's okay.... It's just kind of a touchy subject for me.... I wish you hadn't have stopped me and yet I'm so glad you did...."

"Duo.... You have to believe that you mean something.... That you will be better than you are right now.... That you will escape the confines of this living hell. Trust me, this isn't so bad, right now...."

He felt bad, and almost selfish, that he had attempted suicide where as Heero was trying to be optimistic.

His life wasn't as hard as Heero's.

There was no conceivable way.

Yet he was a selfish baby and tried to do it....

How could he?

Carefully he snuggled up against Heero's side as Heero brought the sheets back over them.

As he drifted into sleep once more, how was beyond him, he felt Heero's lips against his forehead as he softly spoke the words "good night".

~Til Then~