Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ I am your Beloved ❯ Reckoning ( Chapter 3 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: LadyDragon 
As there has and always shall be, consequences abound the actions of one pilot 02. But can he handle them?
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological / Angst / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 09.26.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 198 | Status: Work In Progress
As there has and always shall be, consequences abound the actions of one pilot 02. But can he handle them?
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological / Angst / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 09.26.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 198 | Status: Work In Progress
*Looks at the copyright on the GW toys.* Nope still don't own them. I only abuse and use the characters for my own malicious purposes.
I am your Beloved.
by Lady Dragon
Chapter 3
Hmm, there were funny colors dancing in his head, chasing after one another and frolicking to their heart's content. It was a rather cheesy happy scene stolen straight from some Broadway musical, a sappy one. Violet hued prisms erupted, their sparkling droplets mixing with the already vibrant and shimmering splashes of red, blue and green and as he focused closer in on these colors they began to take shapes. No longer were they mere flashes of color darting back and forth, now they were blobs. Blobs that contained more and more colors as he continued to watch them.
The colored blobs were gaining detail. What he had thought to be violet now had a soft carnation mixed in with it accented by a soft golden halo. The green blob seemed to be topped with a reddish-brown crown. But the blue bob stole the show. As Duo squinted the blue blob began jumping up and down rather angrily, yet it wasn't the blue blob anymore. There seemed to be a soft crème color edging into the blue from the bottom up and its obvious anger was turning the top of it a very dark and angry looking black. Not that Duo had anything against black of course.
'Odd'. He thought 'my imagination has never been this creative.'
Reaching out Duo lightly poked the now blue on black blob to see its reaction. It was not good. Almost immediately the blob started pointing at him and began to hop around even angrier, if that was at all possible.
'Probably shouldn't tell the blob he reminds me of an old Earth song by Kenny Wayne Shepard.' (1)
Duo thought.
Just when it looked as though the blob meant him harm the violet and hued pink one stepped in front of him in a placating sort of way. They seemed to be talking to each other, but that was silly. Blobs didn't talk to each other.
Immediately following that thought logic began to return to Duo. One didn't tend to see "blobs" in their head and they most certainly didn't bring comical relief such as these three were doing. Duo greatly suspected that these three were the stooges counter parts, blob form of course.
In an attempt to gain some knowledge of what was going on Duo struggled to sit up, immediately the blue-blob began to bounce in anger again.
'Wonder if he's made of Jell-O.' Duo whispered, unawares that he had just begun communication with the alien-like creatures.
At the sound of his voice the blobs turned to him in unison and detail began to swarm over them. Hands, arms, heads and feet began to pop out of the blobs at an alarming rate. The blobs were undergoing a metamorphosis in the mind of one Duo Maxwell, and he suddenly wanted to kick himself for mistaking his closest friends as mere blobs. An illusion that was no doubt created by his very over-active imagination.
"Jell-O? Duo are you hungry?"
"Do not feed that dishonorable baka anything Winner! Justice awaits him, not food."
His world exploded into a cacophony of sounds forcing him to sit up and place his shaking hands over his ears in a vain attempt to bring some order to his otherwise jumbled and mutilated thoughts. Deciding that his blobbs..er..friends couldn't bring him any more confusion he decided to ask what exactly was going on, at least that's what he intended to ask. No really it was!
"Wu-man, are you aware you make a funny blob?"
Wufei already angered by Duo's refusal to kick the bucket and being poked while being referred to as blob, nearly launched himself at the braided boy's neck. Envisioning his hands wrapped around the boy's creamy white throat., nails digging into the smooth flesh drawing the life's essence from the joker as his very capable hands stopped the flow of oxygen to his brain. Luckily something that vaguely looked as if it were a blonde missile launched it's self into his path before he had even taken two steps.
"No, don't you dare lay a finger on him Wufei Chang! You've done enough damage to Duo for one day how about letting him talk instead of insisting on killing him?"
Quatre pleaded hands held out as if to ward off the Chinaman's anger or his ever-approaching presence. Duo wasn't quite sure which.
"Hn. We'll see."
"Oi! Someone's been hanging around Hee-chan to much."
The minute the words were out of his mouth a wave of comprehension swept over Duo and the day's events came knocking on the door of his memory begging entrance to the already full room of shocked senses.
Heero. Heero lying on the bathroom floor. No movement, not event the rise and fall of his chest. Crying out, pleading for the stoic pilot of Wing Zero to answer him, to move to open his eyes and shoot him one of his patented death glares. But Heero hadn't moved and he had been shooed from the room like a pesky child. He had sat there in the kitchen for a moment absorbing the shock with Quatre by his side when the pilots of Heavy Arms and Nataku came stomping down the stairs and Wufei had moved to strangle him. Everything came back to him in a blinding speed, and in its wake a trail of questions remained. Where was Heero, what happened to him? Was he all right, was he angry at Duo? Was that why Wufei was now demanding his life, for justice to be served? It didn't make sense to Duo's still foggy mind. The anger the..hate, he had seen in the normally blank pilot of Heavy Arms' eyes was scary and why he had been the target of such emotions he could not even begin to guess. Clenching the sheets that had been carefully placed over him into his fists Duo lowered his eyes to gaze forlornly at the bed in which he lay. Apparently after the initial onslaught on him he had been taken to hi room in an attempt to make him as comfortable as possible. A gesture made on the behalf of Q-man obviously. But why Wufei had wanted him dead still eluded him. But there had to be a reason, and if the two pilots had come from Heero's room in such distress than the outcome of the Wing pilot's health was not good.
"Where's Heero?" Duo asked tentively, even though he suspected what the answer would be. But it couldn't be true, could it?
Averting his gaze from Duo's panic-stricken gaze Quatre swallowed uneasily. His heart was telling him Duo had never meant to hurt the pilot 01 but the others didn't have this benefit all they had was the painful last words of Heero Yuy. Those words would hardly convince the others of Duo's innocence, and so the others would be of no comfort to the Deathsycthe pilot. It was up to him to soften the blow. But how?
'Allah' he thought 'give me the strength to help my friends, all of them.'
"Duo, Heero is, well he's-"
Quatre paused trying to think of a gentle way to say "he's dead", before his befuddled mind could think of a way Wufei beat him to the punch.
"Dead."
Well now, that's certainly not the way I wanted to say that, Quatre thought with a frown. He could only watch as Duo's eyes filled with tears, his elfin features reflecting the pain and grief the fey boy was experiencing Quatre felt a spasm in his uchuru no kokoro the shocking revelation had brought. The blow made no softer by Wufei's harsh interruption.
"Duo-"
"Its my fault, all my fault..."
Duo whispered still in shock laying down onto his side and curling up into a fetal position. Silent tears poured from his eyes, the only proof of his tears were the shaking of his shoulders as his world slowly fell apart.
I tried not to love him. Everyone I've ever loved has died, so why should the perfect solider have been different? If I pushed him away, kept him from loving me...maybe he would be safe. It didn't work.
Shinigami's not meant to be loved.
(1) For those not familiar with Rock or just unawares the song I'm referring to is 'Blue on Black' by Kenny Wayne Shepard. I'm sorry but when I started typing this that song suddenly popped in my head and I got this funny image of Wufei bouncing around to the song ^o^;;
Alright you're asking 'what the fuck?!' 'Why didn't Duo make it to Heero on time?' Maybe even 'Why did you do that to Heero?!'.
Because I'm mean an evil \^_^/ Anyway I was a bit tired of the sappy 1x2x1 fics were Duo arrives just in time to save Heero and vice versa. It's redundant, and well simply unrealistic. Love doesn't always conquer all, especially not death. So you might say this is my twisted lil way to show it >:D
As always Reviews are greatly appreciated and convince me to continue writing. Not that I'm trying to blackmail you or anything. After all would I do that? Don't answer that. =D
I am your Beloved.
by Lady Dragon
Chapter 3
Hmm, there were funny colors dancing in his head, chasing after one another and frolicking to their heart's content. It was a rather cheesy happy scene stolen straight from some Broadway musical, a sappy one. Violet hued prisms erupted, their sparkling droplets mixing with the already vibrant and shimmering splashes of red, blue and green and as he focused closer in on these colors they began to take shapes. No longer were they mere flashes of color darting back and forth, now they were blobs. Blobs that contained more and more colors as he continued to watch them.
The colored blobs were gaining detail. What he had thought to be violet now had a soft carnation mixed in with it accented by a soft golden halo. The green blob seemed to be topped with a reddish-brown crown. But the blue bob stole the show. As Duo squinted the blue blob began jumping up and down rather angrily, yet it wasn't the blue blob anymore. There seemed to be a soft crème color edging into the blue from the bottom up and its obvious anger was turning the top of it a very dark and angry looking black. Not that Duo had anything against black of course.
'Odd'. He thought 'my imagination has never been this creative.'
Reaching out Duo lightly poked the now blue on black blob to see its reaction. It was not good. Almost immediately the blob started pointing at him and began to hop around even angrier, if that was at all possible.
'Probably shouldn't tell the blob he reminds me of an old Earth song by Kenny Wayne Shepard.' (1)
Duo thought.
Just when it looked as though the blob meant him harm the violet and hued pink one stepped in front of him in a placating sort of way. They seemed to be talking to each other, but that was silly. Blobs didn't talk to each other.
Immediately following that thought logic began to return to Duo. One didn't tend to see "blobs" in their head and they most certainly didn't bring comical relief such as these three were doing. Duo greatly suspected that these three were the stooges counter parts, blob form of course.
In an attempt to gain some knowledge of what was going on Duo struggled to sit up, immediately the blue-blob began to bounce in anger again.
'Wonder if he's made of Jell-O.' Duo whispered, unawares that he had just begun communication with the alien-like creatures.
At the sound of his voice the blobs turned to him in unison and detail began to swarm over them. Hands, arms, heads and feet began to pop out of the blobs at an alarming rate. The blobs were undergoing a metamorphosis in the mind of one Duo Maxwell, and he suddenly wanted to kick himself for mistaking his closest friends as mere blobs. An illusion that was no doubt created by his very over-active imagination.
"Jell-O? Duo are you hungry?"
"Do not feed that dishonorable baka anything Winner! Justice awaits him, not food."
His world exploded into a cacophony of sounds forcing him to sit up and place his shaking hands over his ears in a vain attempt to bring some order to his otherwise jumbled and mutilated thoughts. Deciding that his blobbs..er..friends couldn't bring him any more confusion he decided to ask what exactly was going on, at least that's what he intended to ask. No really it was!
"Wu-man, are you aware you make a funny blob?"
Wufei already angered by Duo's refusal to kick the bucket and being poked while being referred to as blob, nearly launched himself at the braided boy's neck. Envisioning his hands wrapped around the boy's creamy white throat., nails digging into the smooth flesh drawing the life's essence from the joker as his very capable hands stopped the flow of oxygen to his brain. Luckily something that vaguely looked as if it were a blonde missile launched it's self into his path before he had even taken two steps.
"No, don't you dare lay a finger on him Wufei Chang! You've done enough damage to Duo for one day how about letting him talk instead of insisting on killing him?"
Quatre pleaded hands held out as if to ward off the Chinaman's anger or his ever-approaching presence. Duo wasn't quite sure which.
"Hn. We'll see."
"Oi! Someone's been hanging around Hee-chan to much."
The minute the words were out of his mouth a wave of comprehension swept over Duo and the day's events came knocking on the door of his memory begging entrance to the already full room of shocked senses.
Heero. Heero lying on the bathroom floor. No movement, not event the rise and fall of his chest. Crying out, pleading for the stoic pilot of Wing Zero to answer him, to move to open his eyes and shoot him one of his patented death glares. But Heero hadn't moved and he had been shooed from the room like a pesky child. He had sat there in the kitchen for a moment absorbing the shock with Quatre by his side when the pilots of Heavy Arms and Nataku came stomping down the stairs and Wufei had moved to strangle him. Everything came back to him in a blinding speed, and in its wake a trail of questions remained. Where was Heero, what happened to him? Was he all right, was he angry at Duo? Was that why Wufei was now demanding his life, for justice to be served? It didn't make sense to Duo's still foggy mind. The anger the..hate, he had seen in the normally blank pilot of Heavy Arms' eyes was scary and why he had been the target of such emotions he could not even begin to guess. Clenching the sheets that had been carefully placed over him into his fists Duo lowered his eyes to gaze forlornly at the bed in which he lay. Apparently after the initial onslaught on him he had been taken to hi room in an attempt to make him as comfortable as possible. A gesture made on the behalf of Q-man obviously. But why Wufei had wanted him dead still eluded him. But there had to be a reason, and if the two pilots had come from Heero's room in such distress than the outcome of the Wing pilot's health was not good.
"Where's Heero?" Duo asked tentively, even though he suspected what the answer would be. But it couldn't be true, could it?
Averting his gaze from Duo's panic-stricken gaze Quatre swallowed uneasily. His heart was telling him Duo had never meant to hurt the pilot 01 but the others didn't have this benefit all they had was the painful last words of Heero Yuy. Those words would hardly convince the others of Duo's innocence, and so the others would be of no comfort to the Deathsycthe pilot. It was up to him to soften the blow. But how?
'Allah' he thought 'give me the strength to help my friends, all of them.'
"Duo, Heero is, well he's-"
Quatre paused trying to think of a gentle way to say "he's dead", before his befuddled mind could think of a way Wufei beat him to the punch.
"Dead."
Well now, that's certainly not the way I wanted to say that, Quatre thought with a frown. He could only watch as Duo's eyes filled with tears, his elfin features reflecting the pain and grief the fey boy was experiencing Quatre felt a spasm in his uchuru no kokoro the shocking revelation had brought. The blow made no softer by Wufei's harsh interruption.
"Duo-"
"Its my fault, all my fault..."
Duo whispered still in shock laying down onto his side and curling up into a fetal position. Silent tears poured from his eyes, the only proof of his tears were the shaking of his shoulders as his world slowly fell apart.
I tried not to love him. Everyone I've ever loved has died, so why should the perfect solider have been different? If I pushed him away, kept him from loving me...maybe he would be safe. It didn't work.
Shinigami's not meant to be loved.
(1) For those not familiar with Rock or just unawares the song I'm referring to is 'Blue on Black' by Kenny Wayne Shepard. I'm sorry but when I started typing this that song suddenly popped in my head and I got this funny image of Wufei bouncing around to the song ^o^;;
Alright you're asking 'what the fuck?!' 'Why didn't Duo make it to Heero on time?' Maybe even 'Why did you do that to Heero?!'.
Because I'm mean an evil \^_^/ Anyway I was a bit tired of the sappy 1x2x1 fics were Duo arrives just in time to save Heero and vice versa. It's redundant, and well simply unrealistic. Love doesn't always conquer all, especially not death. So you might say this is my twisted lil way to show it >:D
As always Reviews are greatly appreciated and convince me to continue writing. Not that I'm trying to blackmail you or anything. After all would I do that? Don't answer that. =D