Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Last Chance ❯ Birthday Tears ( Chapter 4 )
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By: Violet_Nyte 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Angst / Supernatural | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.28.2003 | Pages: 4 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 538 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Angst / Supernatural | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.28.2003 | Pages: 4 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 538 | Status: Work In Progress
LSE // 6-28-03
(Last Chance - Birthday Tears)
rated: PG13 - language, content
shounen-ai/yaoi
Birthday Tears
-
A thousand-year old, intricately designed, priceless vase hurled
through the air to shatter against hand-painted, dry-brush cream
walls and rain down porcelain shards on Heero's head. Cautiously, he
opened his eyes and peeked over the edge of the end table he was
crouched behind only to duck back down as a hand-blown glass sculpture
flew to the same fate. For a devoted pacifist and pampered rich girl,
Relena had a damn good throwing arm when properly pissed off.
"My BIRTHDAY, Heero," she screamed, "is suppose to be filled with
cake and presents and special birthday sex with my BOYFRIEND!"
"Relena...!" Heero abandoned his cover as an embroidered pillow
bounced off his head; she'd narrowed in on her target, and he wanted
to avoid being killed by a flying vase.
Tears streaming down her cheeks, Relena threw one last domestic
missile (a silver-framed hand mirror, which crashed against the bed,
only mere inches from Heero's wide-eyed face) before giving a long
wail and sinking to the floor. In the sudden calm, pierced only by
Relena's broken sobbing, Heero could clearly hear the frantic
whispering from the maids, drawn like flies to carrion as they
clustered in the hall.
"How -- could -- you," Relena cried, all her fury replaced by
heartbreak, "on -- my -- birthday..."
Obviously, Relena wasn't taking Heero's rejection nicely. He had
tried to save her feelings and let her down slowly, and he even waited
until after breakfast (in bed...) but, still... Heero wondered how
long he should delay before leaving to find Duo. He looked to his
watch and the glowing numbers; 67:32:03:46 and going. Sixty-seven
hours, thirty-two minutes.
"Relena," Heero ventured, trying to think of something to say that
would stop her tears and let him get away. "I'm sorry?"
Wounded blue eyes, wet with tears, stared at Heero in disbelief.
"You're sorry?" Relena asked, one hand scrubbing away tears from her
cheeks. Heero nodded slowly. "Oh, Heero, I'm sorry, too," Relena
gushed, and he didn't see her hand close over the silver hair brush.
"So..." Heero glanced to the door, wondering if he could leave yet.
"On my birthday," Relena insisted, taking careful aim. Heero looked
up just in time to see a flash of silver before impact, and then
there was nothing but black.
----------------------------------------------------------- -----------
"Heero, Heero, Heero. What am I going to do with you?"
Turning slowly, Heero found himself in a simple, unfamiliar room with
no idea of how he'd gotten there. Looking smugly at him was a young
man with light brown hair and black eyes... "Shinigami? Oh, fuck.
Relena killed me, didn't she?"
The God laughed, "No, Heero, you're just dreaming. Have a seat, take
a load off, enjoy the subconscious."
"Dreaming?" Heero ignored the offer and remained standing.
Shinigami tapped the side of his head, "Ker-plunko, Heero. That girl
has good aim. And the rest of her isn't that bad, either. Nice ass,
if a bit on the small side. Same goes for the breasts. Good choice,
Heero. Bad timing, though. Tsk, tsk, way to ruin a girl's birthday."
"You bastard!" Heero lunged himself at the God, fingers closing over
his throat. He refused to consider the fact that one did not kill a
God, much less the God of Death. That wasn't very important.
Heero soon found himself choking thin air, though, and lost his
balance, falling into the armchair. Whirling angrily around to glare
at Shinigami, who was laughing from his position on the sofa, Heero
spat out a death threat. Shinigami only laughed harder.
"Don't waste your time, Heero," Shinigami said with one last snicker.
"Hn," he said sullenly.
Shinigami tilted his head to one side, watching Heero with a bemused
expression, "I bet you're thinking how evil I am, sending you back on
this day of all the others."
Cobalt eyes glared in response.
"Indeed. Well, Heero, it's not my fault! I simply chose a date I felt
would have significant meaning to you. Think, Heero, what else
happened on April 8th?" Endlessly black eyes twinkled with restrained
malice and mischief.
"..."
Shinigami leaned in with a wide, I-know-something-you-don't-know grin
in place, "Heero, think. When did you first meet Duo?"
"...Christ."
"Nah, I don't do the whole 'crusifixtion-resurrection' thing."
Startled, Heero sat back with wide eyes, "What?"
The God laughed, "Nothing. See, Heero? I picked the anniversary of
your first meeting with Duo. How romantic of me! Oh, but wait, you
rejected Duo for that Peacecraft's girls narrow ass and small breasts!
Tsk, tsk, Heero!"
"...I have to wake up and accomplish my mission. Get out of my head."
Shinigami sighed deeply, the grin disappearing. "Free advice Heero;
stop thinking that way."
"What way?"
"Enjoy consciousness, Heero. And, good-luck. You'll need it,"
Shinigami said, wide grin back in place. And everything went black.
It took him a full minute to realize that his eyes were closed. He
opened them and found fuzzy shapes of blue, cream and gold above him.
Blinking slowly, Heero watched the shapes sort themselves out into
Relena's face, peering worriedly down at him.
"Oh, Heero!" she cried, seeing he was awake, "I'm so sorry! Are you
alright, love?" she tenderly patted his forehead with a damp cloth.
"Hn," he said warily, searching her innocent-seeming face for some
indication of intent. He fully expected either more tears or more
screaming, and he wasn't sure which was the lesser of the evils.
Relena kissed his cheek, breaking into a bright smile, "Do you want
to eat cake or open presents now? The guests won't be arriving for
another hour, so if you wanted..." her voice trailed off and she
giggled, her meaning evident. "If your head doesn't hurt too much,
that is," she added thoughtfully.
Wait. Wait. Smiles? "Relena..."
"Yes, love? It's chocolate cake."
"No, wait, Relena..."
She giggled, kissing his nose, cheeks, lips, "You know, I have a
present for you, Heero. Do you want to open it now?"
------------------------------------------------------------ ----------
Hours later, ears still ringing from Relena's shrieks and wails,
Heero found himself staring hopelessly at a computer terminal and a
listing of all the Duo Maxwells on the limited, civilian-friendly
database. A few keystrokes bypassed the minimal security, and added
three more listings to the hundred-fold clan of Maxwells. And this
was assuming Duo hadn't bothered to set up an alias, or remove himself
from the database.
Narrowing the search by age, Heero was left with...
...none. Square one. Worse than, actually.
62:40:57:25
It had taken a while to pry himself from Relena's clutches. First,
she made him attend the party, wailing about her image and the misery
of him choosing that day above all others. Then dinner with foreign
representatives. Then convincing her he really was leaving. Then
packing amidst her tears and furies.
Time was running out, and he couldn't even locate Duo. No. He had,
after all, just started looking. Nimble fingers flew over the keys as
the minutes, then hours, ticked by. Something was wrong. Either Duo,
paranoid after the war, had set up massive precautions, or... Or what?
Duo simply didn't exist anymore? Was this another of Shinigami's
twisted jokes?
"Oh, yes, Heero, didn't I tell you? This is an alternate reality
where Duo has been replaced by a penguin. You must teach the penguin
to waltz before he can turn back into Duo. And Relena is the judge of
well you're waltzing. Good luck."
...
Firmly slapping logic into his brain, Heero ignored the annoyed
glares the librarian was shooting him and furthered his search.
Skimming through news records from the L2 Colony cluster, he looked
for anything of remote importance. Any scratch of knowledge, some
wording, that gave indication Duo might have taken up residence there.
He nearly missed it entirely. A small blurb of information, tacked
carelessly on to the end of a report on street crime, an inter-office
memo that got shuffled into the filing system by some careless
employee of... Heero glanced to see whose files he was currently
hacked into. Police department, vice squad? That explained the crude
language of the memo then.
"Fuck Gumduns."
Either the writer of the memo couldn't spell, or Heero had found
nothing of importance. He slowed his frantic skimming and searched
through the attached files carefully, looking for anything to justify
the could-be-misspelled reference to Gundams. "Aha!" he breathed
aloud, noting something he could finally make use of. A run-down of
confiscated goods from recent arrests in connection to a... drug bust?
With a flash of mingled irritation and concern, Heero started to
close out of the file with a scoffed "Drugs?" but hesitated, then
stared at one line of text. Gold cross. And the line was marked out
with an angry slash of red pen, the writer vehemently declaring the
same rage the memo was written in. In theory, then, Duo reclaimed his
cross from the police and, in doing so, angered them greatly.
The Colony's attempt at reform might mean Duo would be on recorded, at
least, in some form. Hacking deeper into the system (and further
ignoring the librarian's annoyance with him occupying one of the
public-access computers for so long) and dragging forth file after
file, it didn't take Heero long to turn up something. John Doe number
twenty-three (no name? no finger prints? Heero frowned. Clearly the
reform attempts weren't very serious.) described as...
There. Unmistakable. Long braid. Brown hair. Purple eyes. Teen.
With a wicked grin of satisfaction that caused those around him to
edge away nervously, Heero knew he'd found solid enough proof that,
at some point, Duo had been on Colony. Involuntarily, his eyes widened
as the file suddenly changed, the archive system being introduced to
updated data. Before him sat a new date into the arrest log.
An hour ago, John Doe number twenty-three had been arrested for...
"May I help you with anything, sir?" the librarian asked, finally
getting up the nerve to directly confront him.
Before the nosey woman could catch sight of the screen, however, Heero
deftly closed out and sent the computer into reboot. With a grim shake
of his head, silently cursing the woman for preventing him from
reading the rest of the charges (resisting arrest and assaulting an
officer were as far as he got), he strode out from the library.
He knew where Duo was. Something akin to... giddiness... filled him,
twisting the end of the mouth into an involuntary smirk. Gotcha,
Maxwell. No way there could be enough coincidences to justify what
he'd found not relating to Duo.
Flicking his arm out, Heero stared down at the numbers, which glowed
up at him with a strange smugness.
58:03:36:20
...
Four hours? No wonder the librarian had stared at him like that. Not
that he cared, because he'd finally found Duo. His elation faded,
however, when his stunned brain finally computed the math. Fourteen
hours since he'd started. He remembered quite clearly swearing to be
at Duo's doorstep in twelve hours. A shuttle to L2 would take another
four or five hours, not counting getting himself to the 'port...
Spirits sunk low, Heero subjected himself to a few minutes of deserved
self-pity before shaking free and recalling exactly what lay on the
line. This was a mission to save Duo's life. If he failed, Duo was
dead forever, and it would be his fault. He couldn't fail. Failure
was just not an option.
I'll find you, Duo, he swore. I'll show that cocky S.O.B. Shinigami.
Failure was not an option.
58:23:17:34
-
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~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~*~*~*
Author's Notes: Yeah, so I died. Whee. Go me. Let's not talk about it.
Or why I never finished that AU I was suppose to write for that
contest. Or why I'm single. See, funniest thing. I couldn't work on
this story for a long time (most of May) because, well, I sympathized
with Relena too much. And that's a dangerous thing for me. Then I
wrote this original story. Then I went to camp and...
yeah. The muses abandoned me in my days back from camp. Traitors.
BUT!
None of that matters, because here I am, and I seem to be doing okay
with the muses and I have a coherent idea of where the story's at and
where it's going. Shouts out to Ebony, Kate, Holly, D, Sara and all
the other girls. Everyone who pleaded and begged for me to continue
this story, thanks. Hopefully all my FFN and MMorg readers haven't
forgotten me.
Also, my one-year anniversary (July, 12th) at FFN and in the world of
GW fanfiction is approaching. I'm really amazed at how far I've come
and how great everyone has been. Thanks, guys. Really. I don't think
I could have made it to here without everyone's support and praise.
I don't want to ramble, but this is important to me. Thank you. I can
only offer more chapters and stories, and my continued gratitude.
Feedback/reviews are very much appreciated!
copyright 2003 - Gundam Wing and characters copyright other people.
Email me to join my Update ML!
LSE - Violet Nyte (ManzokuBiscuit@aol.com)
shameless plug - visit my website
http://violetnyte.fallenweb.net
(Last Chance - Birthday Tears)
rated: PG13 - language, content
shounen-ai/yaoi
Birthday Tears
-
A thousand-year old, intricately designed, priceless vase hurled
through the air to shatter against hand-painted, dry-brush cream
walls and rain down porcelain shards on Heero's head. Cautiously, he
opened his eyes and peeked over the edge of the end table he was
crouched behind only to duck back down as a hand-blown glass sculpture
flew to the same fate. For a devoted pacifist and pampered rich girl,
Relena had a damn good throwing arm when properly pissed off.
"My BIRTHDAY, Heero," she screamed, "is suppose to be filled with
cake and presents and special birthday sex with my BOYFRIEND!"
"Relena...!" Heero abandoned his cover as an embroidered pillow
bounced off his head; she'd narrowed in on her target, and he wanted
to avoid being killed by a flying vase.
Tears streaming down her cheeks, Relena threw one last domestic
missile (a silver-framed hand mirror, which crashed against the bed,
only mere inches from Heero's wide-eyed face) before giving a long
wail and sinking to the floor. In the sudden calm, pierced only by
Relena's broken sobbing, Heero could clearly hear the frantic
whispering from the maids, drawn like flies to carrion as they
clustered in the hall.
"How -- could -- you," Relena cried, all her fury replaced by
heartbreak, "on -- my -- birthday..."
Obviously, Relena wasn't taking Heero's rejection nicely. He had
tried to save her feelings and let her down slowly, and he even waited
until after breakfast (in bed...) but, still... Heero wondered how
long he should delay before leaving to find Duo. He looked to his
watch and the glowing numbers; 67:32:03:46 and going. Sixty-seven
hours, thirty-two minutes.
"Relena," Heero ventured, trying to think of something to say that
would stop her tears and let him get away. "I'm sorry?"
Wounded blue eyes, wet with tears, stared at Heero in disbelief.
"You're sorry?" Relena asked, one hand scrubbing away tears from her
cheeks. Heero nodded slowly. "Oh, Heero, I'm sorry, too," Relena
gushed, and he didn't see her hand close over the silver hair brush.
"So..." Heero glanced to the door, wondering if he could leave yet.
"On my birthday," Relena insisted, taking careful aim. Heero looked
up just in time to see a flash of silver before impact, and then
there was nothing but black.
----------------------------------------------------------- -----------
"Heero, Heero, Heero. What am I going to do with you?"
Turning slowly, Heero found himself in a simple, unfamiliar room with
no idea of how he'd gotten there. Looking smugly at him was a young
man with light brown hair and black eyes... "Shinigami? Oh, fuck.
Relena killed me, didn't she?"
The God laughed, "No, Heero, you're just dreaming. Have a seat, take
a load off, enjoy the subconscious."
"Dreaming?" Heero ignored the offer and remained standing.
Shinigami tapped the side of his head, "Ker-plunko, Heero. That girl
has good aim. And the rest of her isn't that bad, either. Nice ass,
if a bit on the small side. Same goes for the breasts. Good choice,
Heero. Bad timing, though. Tsk, tsk, way to ruin a girl's birthday."
"You bastard!" Heero lunged himself at the God, fingers closing over
his throat. He refused to consider the fact that one did not kill a
God, much less the God of Death. That wasn't very important.
Heero soon found himself choking thin air, though, and lost his
balance, falling into the armchair. Whirling angrily around to glare
at Shinigami, who was laughing from his position on the sofa, Heero
spat out a death threat. Shinigami only laughed harder.
"Don't waste your time, Heero," Shinigami said with one last snicker.
"Hn," he said sullenly.
Shinigami tilted his head to one side, watching Heero with a bemused
expression, "I bet you're thinking how evil I am, sending you back on
this day of all the others."
Cobalt eyes glared in response.
"Indeed. Well, Heero, it's not my fault! I simply chose a date I felt
would have significant meaning to you. Think, Heero, what else
happened on April 8th?" Endlessly black eyes twinkled with restrained
malice and mischief.
"..."
Shinigami leaned in with a wide, I-know-something-you-don't-know grin
in place, "Heero, think. When did you first meet Duo?"
"...Christ."
"Nah, I don't do the whole 'crusifixtion-resurrection' thing."
Startled, Heero sat back with wide eyes, "What?"
The God laughed, "Nothing. See, Heero? I picked the anniversary of
your first meeting with Duo. How romantic of me! Oh, but wait, you
rejected Duo for that Peacecraft's girls narrow ass and small breasts!
Tsk, tsk, Heero!"
"...I have to wake up and accomplish my mission. Get out of my head."
Shinigami sighed deeply, the grin disappearing. "Free advice Heero;
stop thinking that way."
"What way?"
"Enjoy consciousness, Heero. And, good-luck. You'll need it,"
Shinigami said, wide grin back in place. And everything went black.
It took him a full minute to realize that his eyes were closed. He
opened them and found fuzzy shapes of blue, cream and gold above him.
Blinking slowly, Heero watched the shapes sort themselves out into
Relena's face, peering worriedly down at him.
"Oh, Heero!" she cried, seeing he was awake, "I'm so sorry! Are you
alright, love?" she tenderly patted his forehead with a damp cloth.
"Hn," he said warily, searching her innocent-seeming face for some
indication of intent. He fully expected either more tears or more
screaming, and he wasn't sure which was the lesser of the evils.
Relena kissed his cheek, breaking into a bright smile, "Do you want
to eat cake or open presents now? The guests won't be arriving for
another hour, so if you wanted..." her voice trailed off and she
giggled, her meaning evident. "If your head doesn't hurt too much,
that is," she added thoughtfully.
Wait. Wait. Smiles? "Relena..."
"Yes, love? It's chocolate cake."
"No, wait, Relena..."
She giggled, kissing his nose, cheeks, lips, "You know, I have a
present for you, Heero. Do you want to open it now?"
------------------------------------------------------------ ----------
Hours later, ears still ringing from Relena's shrieks and wails,
Heero found himself staring hopelessly at a computer terminal and a
listing of all the Duo Maxwells on the limited, civilian-friendly
database. A few keystrokes bypassed the minimal security, and added
three more listings to the hundred-fold clan of Maxwells. And this
was assuming Duo hadn't bothered to set up an alias, or remove himself
from the database.
Narrowing the search by age, Heero was left with...
...none. Square one. Worse than, actually.
62:40:57:25
It had taken a while to pry himself from Relena's clutches. First,
she made him attend the party, wailing about her image and the misery
of him choosing that day above all others. Then dinner with foreign
representatives. Then convincing her he really was leaving. Then
packing amidst her tears and furies.
Time was running out, and he couldn't even locate Duo. No. He had,
after all, just started looking. Nimble fingers flew over the keys as
the minutes, then hours, ticked by. Something was wrong. Either Duo,
paranoid after the war, had set up massive precautions, or... Or what?
Duo simply didn't exist anymore? Was this another of Shinigami's
twisted jokes?
"Oh, yes, Heero, didn't I tell you? This is an alternate reality
where Duo has been replaced by a penguin. You must teach the penguin
to waltz before he can turn back into Duo. And Relena is the judge of
well you're waltzing. Good luck."
...
Firmly slapping logic into his brain, Heero ignored the annoyed
glares the librarian was shooting him and furthered his search.
Skimming through news records from the L2 Colony cluster, he looked
for anything of remote importance. Any scratch of knowledge, some
wording, that gave indication Duo might have taken up residence there.
He nearly missed it entirely. A small blurb of information, tacked
carelessly on to the end of a report on street crime, an inter-office
memo that got shuffled into the filing system by some careless
employee of... Heero glanced to see whose files he was currently
hacked into. Police department, vice squad? That explained the crude
language of the memo then.
"Fuck Gumduns."
Either the writer of the memo couldn't spell, or Heero had found
nothing of importance. He slowed his frantic skimming and searched
through the attached files carefully, looking for anything to justify
the could-be-misspelled reference to Gundams. "Aha!" he breathed
aloud, noting something he could finally make use of. A run-down of
confiscated goods from recent arrests in connection to a... drug bust?
With a flash of mingled irritation and concern, Heero started to
close out of the file with a scoffed "Drugs?" but hesitated, then
stared at one line of text. Gold cross. And the line was marked out
with an angry slash of red pen, the writer vehemently declaring the
same rage the memo was written in. In theory, then, Duo reclaimed his
cross from the police and, in doing so, angered them greatly.
The Colony's attempt at reform might mean Duo would be on recorded, at
least, in some form. Hacking deeper into the system (and further
ignoring the librarian's annoyance with him occupying one of the
public-access computers for so long) and dragging forth file after
file, it didn't take Heero long to turn up something. John Doe number
twenty-three (no name? no finger prints? Heero frowned. Clearly the
reform attempts weren't very serious.) described as...
There. Unmistakable. Long braid. Brown hair. Purple eyes. Teen.
With a wicked grin of satisfaction that caused those around him to
edge away nervously, Heero knew he'd found solid enough proof that,
at some point, Duo had been on Colony. Involuntarily, his eyes widened
as the file suddenly changed, the archive system being introduced to
updated data. Before him sat a new date into the arrest log.
An hour ago, John Doe number twenty-three had been arrested for...
"May I help you with anything, sir?" the librarian asked, finally
getting up the nerve to directly confront him.
Before the nosey woman could catch sight of the screen, however, Heero
deftly closed out and sent the computer into reboot. With a grim shake
of his head, silently cursing the woman for preventing him from
reading the rest of the charges (resisting arrest and assaulting an
officer were as far as he got), he strode out from the library.
He knew where Duo was. Something akin to... giddiness... filled him,
twisting the end of the mouth into an involuntary smirk. Gotcha,
Maxwell. No way there could be enough coincidences to justify what
he'd found not relating to Duo.
Flicking his arm out, Heero stared down at the numbers, which glowed
up at him with a strange smugness.
58:03:36:20
...
Four hours? No wonder the librarian had stared at him like that. Not
that he cared, because he'd finally found Duo. His elation faded,
however, when his stunned brain finally computed the math. Fourteen
hours since he'd started. He remembered quite clearly swearing to be
at Duo's doorstep in twelve hours. A shuttle to L2 would take another
four or five hours, not counting getting himself to the 'port...
Spirits sunk low, Heero subjected himself to a few minutes of deserved
self-pity before shaking free and recalling exactly what lay on the
line. This was a mission to save Duo's life. If he failed, Duo was
dead forever, and it would be his fault. He couldn't fail. Failure
was just not an option.
I'll find you, Duo, he swore. I'll show that cocky S.O.B. Shinigami.
Failure was not an option.
58:23:17:34
-
-
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~*~*~*
Author's Notes: Yeah, so I died. Whee. Go me. Let's not talk about it.
Or why I never finished that AU I was suppose to write for that
contest. Or why I'm single. See, funniest thing. I couldn't work on
this story for a long time (most of May) because, well, I sympathized
with Relena too much. And that's a dangerous thing for me. Then I
wrote this original story. Then I went to camp and...
yeah. The muses abandoned me in my days back from camp. Traitors.
BUT!
None of that matters, because here I am, and I seem to be doing okay
with the muses and I have a coherent idea of where the story's at and
where it's going. Shouts out to Ebony, Kate, Holly, D, Sara and all
the other girls. Everyone who pleaded and begged for me to continue
this story, thanks. Hopefully all my FFN and MMorg readers haven't
forgotten me.
Also, my one-year anniversary (July, 12th) at FFN and in the world of
GW fanfiction is approaching. I'm really amazed at how far I've come
and how great everyone has been. Thanks, guys. Really. I don't think
I could have made it to here without everyone's support and praise.
I don't want to ramble, but this is important to me. Thank you. I can
only offer more chapters and stories, and my continued gratitude.
Feedback/reviews are very much appreciated!
copyright 2003 - Gundam Wing and characters copyright other people.
Email me to join my Update ML!
LSE - Violet Nyte (ManzokuBiscuit@aol.com)
shameless plug - visit my website
http://violetnyte.fallenweb.net