Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Haunted ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

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Summary: Haunted by memories of his childhood, dead lovers, and the devil himself, Duo struggles to stay alive in the slumps of L2...will he be able to resist temptation? Or has been doomed from the start?

Prologue: Haunted

Lips met in a parting gesture, bodies whispering against each other before they broke apart, a rosy hue deeply implanted on two sets of creamy cheeks.

"See you tomorrow?"

"For sure."

Two backs were turned, slowly, one chestnut braid swishing slightly in the movement. A nonchalant wave followed a cheeky grin before they parted, one disappearing behind the front doors of a run-down apartment building, the other heading off down the dark and dangerous alleys of L2.

The apartment inhabitant, otherwise known as ten year old Duo Maxwell, sprinted up the stairs, wrenched open his door and lunged for the window, arriving just in time to see his raven haired lover disappear from view. "Be careful...Solo..." He murmured softly, eyes saddening.

With a heavy sigh, he turned away from the window, not really wanting to think about what his one and only love would be dealing with on this night. He was so lucky to have this apartment, even though he knew that the possibilities of the roof caving in on him were just about as likely as Solo getting killed in some gang fight...

Duo glanced upwards warily, but decided that the roof was safe for the moment. Things had been pretty quiet lately, especially in their part of town. Rumor had it that the devil himself had been roaming the streets around here at night, and even the L2 street rats had been steering clear of the area.

A smirk crossed tired lips as Duo discarded his shirt, revealing his pale, scarred torso. He didn't doubt that Solo himself had been the one to start those rumors...and all to keep him safe at night. Much the same way as his lover had managed to get this apartment for him...

With a small smile, Duo headed back to the hard mattress that lay on the floor, sliding beneath his one ratty sheet. He couldn't wait for tomorrow....

However, tomorrow came and went, and not once did Solo show his grinning face. At first, the braided boy thought nothing of it. He worried slightly, wondering if something could have happened, but firmly set his foot down and forced himself to believe that Solo had just had something more important to do.

Though when the next day passed, and the day after that, and still there was no sign of his lover, Duo saw red. That night, he headed out onto the streets, creeping through the shadows. He went unnoticed by everyone and anyone, his slim form hidden from view as he worked his way towards the lowest end of town...the only place where Solo would have been in trouble.

As the years passed, Duo would force the memory of that night deep into the dark recesses of his brain.

Solo's beaten body lying forgotten on the side of the road, a gunshot wound piercing his heart.

Tears, oh so many tears...and then rage.

The devil *had* come to L2 that night, infesting itself in the small twelve year old. Duo had taken many lives that night, both innocent and guilty. His aim was deadly, his knives soundless, and his mind cunning.

After setting fire to a few buildings, creating large-scale chaos and havoc in general, he'd made a run for it, disappearing into the darkness of the night, wetness blurring his vision and streaming down his cheeks as Prussian blue eyes flickered with the flames in his mind.

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TBC...

Coming up: Eight years later...