Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Jesus of Suburbia ❯ I don't care ( Chapter 3 )

Duo stared morosely at the TV screen. Once again, Relena's face was plastered all over the news, various Preventers in their uniforms skulking in the background. He couldn't tell if he recognised any of them, although he suspected that Wufei and maybe Heero were somewhere to be found in that group of officials.

Never a mention of the Gundam pilots. Nothing in the colony news that he picked up on his laptop. Duo grimaced, feeling alone and forgotten. He knew that his little apartment was rented under the name Blaise Fletcher, and that he would be extremely hard to find, what with all the scramblers on the phone lines etc, not none of them had even e-mailed.

Actually…he frowned as he tried to remember. Had he given any of them his e-mail address? They knew his war one, but he hadn't checked that for ages, almost afraid of what he might see there. Feeling slightly more hopeful, he hit the off button and pulled his laptop across the coffee table towards him.

 

From: dustwarrior@gw-net.org

To: shadowscythe@gw-net.org

Subj: Hi

 

Hey, Duo.

I hope you're still checking this account. See, Trowa and I are getting married - to each other! And we want you to come. I know the shuttle fare to L4 is expensive, so mail me your new address and we'll figure out a way to get you picked up in a private shuttle. Being the Winner hair has some perks! I'm assuming you're fairly near an airport or base, old habits die hard after all.

Luv `n' Friendship

Quatre

PS. Trowa says `Hi' but I think he wants to mail you himself.

 

From: Greeneyez@gw-net.org

To shadowscythe@gw-net.org

Subj: …

 

Shadowscythe

 

I suspect Dustwarrior said everything in his own email. The event is on 06.05.198 [an: yes, we're a few years after the war here] Hope you can come.

 

Greeneyez

 

From: dustwarrior@gw-net.org

To: shadowscythe@gw-net.org

Subj: Please respond

 

Duo

The wedding's in two weeks. Please get back to me. I know there's a good chance you're not checking this account, but it is still listed as active. I hope you're ok. We don't really have any other way to contact you, I just realised… I think I'll get Heero to look you up, though I doubt that he'll find you if you don't want to be found.

Quatre

 

From: dustwarrior@gw-net.org

To: shadowscythe@gw-net.org

Subj: one week left

 

Duo

Come on, check your mail!

Quatre

 

From: dustwarrior@gw-net.org

To: shadowscythe@gw-net.org

Subj: Wedding

 

Duo

It's tomorrow. So unless you're going to pull some miraculous stunt, I'm guessing you won't be there. It won't be the same, but I know that if you knew, you'd want to be there. We need a more reliable way of contacting you… a phone number or something. After all, the next wedding will probably be Heero and Relena! You wouldn't want to miss that, now, would you? My number is probably pretty easy to find. Call us, so you can at least say `congrats'. I don't blame you for not being here; I know that if you were getting these messages you would respond. I blame myself for not making sure I had a definite way to contact you before you left.

I'm not mad or anything. When you get these, please respond.

Quatre

 

From: dustwarrior@gw-net.org

To: shadowscythe@gw-net.org

Subj: Aftermath

 

Duo

Well, you really didn't come. I admit, right up until the end I was hoping for you to waltz in the door with a big grin on your face. I guess some dreams are just not meant to be. Even though he wedding's over, I'd still love for you to come and pay a visit, catch up and stuff. The others all miss you too, even though they don't say much (the meaningful silences are driving me crazy). When you're not here its like something's missing. The wedding was great, nice and private despite the high-profile guests. Pretty much everyone was there apart from you, even Howard showed up! Still you were there in spirit - someone, I have not idea who, decorated the cake with Sandrock's sickles and Heavyarms' gatling gun on top, then feathers, dragons and scythes around the sides. They also went overboard on the table decorations - light blue, prussian blue and cobalt blue flowers, tied with black and green ribbons. Sometimes I wonder… I really do!

So, even if you get this months later, I really want to hear from you.

RSVP? Please?

Quatre

 

Duo sighed, feeling slightly shell shocked. He had missed the wedding by three weeks, he fist e-mail arriving only a few days after he moved. And yet…he couldn't bring himself to really care. He might be jaded from his years on the streets, which were coming back to him with startling clarity as he helped the street gang, but Quatre came across as slightly hypocritical, all the `I'm not mad' and `don't blame you' stuff. He knew it was just the way that the blond Arabian had been brought up, but it still grated. Quatre would always be like that, cradle to grave, it was just the way he was, and Duo loved the blond pilot, he really did, and he was happy for him-

Duo cut off his train of thought as he realised something. He wasn't mad, resentful or annoyed at Quatre. He was disappointed. Disappointed that none of the others had made an effort. Well, that wasn't fair. Trowa had sent one mail, and Duo was sure that he was aware of the others his little partner had been sending, and had probably had a hand in them too. Wufei, well, the Chinese pilot had never been particularly fond of Duo, so the braided teen had never really expected anything from him. Duo sighed. Ok, it was time to face it. Heero. He was sitting on his couch feeling like absolute shit because Heero had not mailed. True, Quatre had mentioned getting Heero to search for him, and had probably mentioned that e-mails to this account were not being acknowledged, and before that there was less than a week between the pair last seeing each other, but still.

He didn't want daily mails or anything. But…something would have been nice. Just a few words, recognising his existence.

Duo stood, wandered into the kitchen, grabbed a beer and sat down again in front of the screen.

 

From: shadowscythe@gw-net.org

To: dustwarrior@gw-net.org

Subj: sorry!

 

Q

Oh, man, I'm really sorry! Today's the first day I've looked at this account in months! I feel like a total jerk now. Hey, it sounds like whoever did the decorations knows a bit too much about us…hm… wonder who it was? Or maybe it was all the girls getting together. I sense Hilde's hand in this, I know you guys got fairly friendly during our time in Sanq.

Sorry, again, but I can't come to L4 at the moment. Too busy. I would if I could! Next time I had a free week, I'll mail you the dates or something.

I'm almost afraid to ask this, but did you get Heero to search for me? If you did, wow, my security's better than I thought, if you didn't, why not? He's not being a bastard again, is he? Although… he is a Preventer right? Maybe he was on an assignment… ok, I'm rambling here.

Once again, I am so, so, sorry for missing your wedding.

D

 

Trying to shake off his feeling of abandonment, Duo picked up his beer and headed into his bedroom. Flinging himself down on the bed, he groaned loudly, recognising the signs for an imminent bout of depression that he wasn't sure how to stop.

Taking another gulp of beer and grimacing at the taste, he closed his eyes.

“Huh. Maybe I do need to go see a shrink to get my head screwed back on straight.”