Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Halcion ❯ 55 ( Prologue )

I take one, one, one 'cause you left me

"Whore," Heero hissed as he walked out of the room.

And two, two, two for my family

Maxwell Church lay in ruins, all its inhabitants dead-except one.

And three, three, three for my heartache

Duo stared blankly at the wall, slowly bleeding out. "Stay here," Heero had said. "You can wait until I finish the missions. Now I have to finish yours too. "

And four, four, four for my headaches

"I'm going to kill you, Maxwell!" Wufei yelled as he yanked on Duo's braid so hard his eyes watered.

And five, five, five for my loneliness
He would not cry. Especially over something as stupid as having to sleep alone. Heero would come back, he wasn't dead.

Was he?

And six, six, six for my sorrow

Heero stroked his hair soothingly as Duo told him about the plague, all his friends dead, the church…how he survived after.
And seven, seven, seven for no tomorrow

"Why do you even bother?" asked the strange man. "This one has no future." Duo struggled against the death grip the stranger had on his braid. 'One more inch,' he thought, 'and I'll make your immediate future very, very painful!'
And eight, eight, eight I forget what 8 was for

One, two three, four, five six seven, "Damnit," Duo swore as the eighth one refused to come out of the bottle, eight!
And nine, nine, nine for a lost god

Duo looked at the cross on its chain. "Sorry, Father," he said, "but I just can't do this anymore." He hesitated. That sounded really lame, even to him. But hey, it was the truth. "Sorry."
And ten, ten, ten for everything everything everything everything
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"Wufei? Would you please go tell Duo dinner's ready?" Quatre asked.

"Yes." Wufei went back to the bedrooms of the small safehouse, and Quatre and Trowa continued to set the table. Everything was normal-well, as normal as their life ever got, but there was a subtle undercurrent permeating everything, a pressure like a storm was coming. All of them felt it, but no-one mentioned it, sub-consciously agreeing to ignore it and hope when it does come, it will be small, or something that can be blasted to smithereens.

When it came, it was neither.

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Disclaimer: Due to the miracle of kender-ness, GW belongs to us. Due to the miracle of Napster, Kiss Off belongs to us. Due to the miracle of lots and lots of practice, we can say that with a straight face.

A/N: Hey, if enough people like this (oh, five or so), we might finish it!

Will: You'll do that when Heero kills Duo.

Toshi: Literally or figutaritvly?

"Smithereens" is a cool word.

Anyway, teaser for next chapter:

"Where's the syrup of ipecac?"

"The what?"

"I see it but I can't reach it!"

"Which one is it?"

"Blue bottle, second shelf!"

"Got it!"