Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Last Chance ❯ Rejected ( Chapter 5 )
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By: Violet_Nyte 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Angst / Supernatural | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.29.2003 | Pages: 4 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 524 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Angst / Supernatural | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.29.2003 | Pages: 4 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 524 | Status: Work In Progress
LSE // 6-29-03
(Last Chance - Chapter Five: Rejected)
rated: PG13 - language, content
shounen-ai/yaoi
Rejected
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Artificia l night had firmly claimed the colony by the time Heero's
brisk walk delivered him in front of the police station. The building
created a small shield of protection from the filth and crime known
to the L2 colonies, which Heero had seen much of on the walk from the
shuttle port. Staring up at the brightly lit station, Heero hesitated
before walking up the steps and inside.
"...INNOCENT!" shrieked a young woman with bubble gum-pink hair and
several piercings, struggling against the two cops that held her. "I
never touched the guy!"
"Yeah, yeah, sugar, you never got that far, did you?" replied one of
the men, dragging her into another room where the door firmly shut on
her yelled protests.
Eyebrows raised more at the lack of interest shown in those around
him at the occurrence (which, in retrospect, Heero realized must be a
fairly regular and normal happening) than for anything else. The
bored-looking female officer behind the desk yawned and took a sip of
her coffee, peering blearily down into the dark depths even as Heero
approached. She still ignored Heero when he cleared his throat, then
growled and glared, then started tapping his fingers on the desk.
With a drawn-out sigh, the woman finally lifted her eyes and grumbled
out, "What?" with another yawn.
He opened his mouth to reply, then paused. How was he going to ask
about a John Doe? He should of thought about this more. Hacked the
system again, and set himself up with false ID. Or a plausible
excuse. If he knew what Duo was in for... Aware he had broken more
laws in the past eight hours than the past eight months, Heero chose
the safer, albeit slower, path of legality. Then again, this was an
L2 colony...
"What?" the cop sighed, staring at him with heavy-lidded eyes.
"I'm here to see someone. A prisoner."
"Whatever," she grumbled, gesturing vaguely to a set of doors guarded
by a fierce-looking man in... riot gear?
Surprised, but grateful for the apathetic views of authority, Heero
walked over to the doors and, when the man made no move to stop him,
went through. Beyond he found a series of panels and monitors
enclosed in plexiglass situated next to a long corridor, with two
more intimidating guards at either end. Strangely, he could hear no
shouts or calls of the prisoners.
Bewildered by the near-complete lack of security, Heero approached the
desk and stared at the two men inside the cubicle, one of which stared
back in expectation. Inspiration struck and, fueled by the aura of
bored indifference that surrounded all the officers he'd seen so
far... "I'm here to see my client," Heero said, inflicting the same
tone of 'whatever.'
"Yeah, okay. Who?" one of the men asked, looking back to his monitor.
"One of these guys can afford a lawyer?" muttered the other guard in
sullen disbelief, but neither asked to see an sort of identification.
"I wasn't told a name," Heero said loftily, struggling to remember
the details of the arrest log. "Cell A34."
"Fine," the guard replied, sliding a 'visitors' tag through the slot
in the plexiglass.
"Damn drug dealers, hooking up with lawyers. Just what this world
needs," whispered the other guard with a grim smile. His partner shot
him a look of warning and waved Heero on with a look that clearly
said 'move or die.'
If this is what they call reform... Heero thought, attaching the tag
to his shirt. He noted security scanners surrounding the doorway
leading to the hallway and, looking over his shoulder, he noted a
similar system over the door leading back to the station. Clever, and
lazy. Corruption must walk hand-in-hand with the law through here.
Eyebrows raised slightly upon seeing the prisoner cells. Seemless
with the wall, doors lined the hallway in regular intervals, a small
plexiglass window allowing limited sight into each cell. As Heero
started walking, one of the guards fell into step behind him, clearly
waiting to see which prisoner Heero wanted access to.
Cell A34 was half-way down the row, identical to the doors on either
side but for the emblazed ID number, etched into the steel of the
reinforced door. Heero stopped before it and shot a 'get on with it'
sort of glare to the guard, who merely looked bored in response
before pressing his thumb to the plate beside the door. The plate, a
small square of clear plastic, glowed green and a buzzing sound
echoed up and down the hall, nearly drowning out the mechanical
grinding noise of the door unlocking, then sliding open.
Another door lay beyond, this one of thick plexiglass and perforated
with holes to allow communication, and a narrow slot, big enough for
a meal tray, near the bottom. Maybe security wasn't as lax as Heero
thought it to be. The guard seemed content to stand there, offering
zero privacy, and, beyond committing several major felonies and
knocking the guard unconscious, then somehow breaking the
plexiglass...
"What the fuck?" came a muffled, yet distinct, voice from inside the
cell, drawing Heero's attention back to the matter at hand. Duo.
Sitting on the narrow slab of cement jutting from the wall that seemed
to serve as a bed, was definitely Duo, no mistake. And those amethyst
eyes were staring at Heero, impossibly wide, framed by a sweep of
chestnut bangs and... bruises? A small cut graced Duo's right cheek,
and a faded circle of blue-black enclosed one eye.
Heero took in the rest of Duo's appearance. Patched, faded jeans with
cuts and holes, too many to be made entirely for fashion, with a black
tank top that had obviously seen better days. And that gold cross,
lying exposed on his chest. Somehow, on Duo, the outfit made him look
highly desirable. Or Heero was just...
Besides the marks on his face, Duo bore other signs that life on the
colony wasn't exactly posh hotels and room service. One, he was in a
jail cell... and his hair was messy, the braid frazzled and nearly
coming undone. And those bruises. They were too old to be blamed on
the police. At least a day old.
Suddenly, Duo laughed, a short bark of amazement, sliding off from the
bed and walking over to lean against the plexiglass, still staring at
Heero. "Well, well, well! Heero, what a dubious pleasure to see you.
Where's the pink bitch?"
"Earth."
"Ah, sent her lackey, then? What the fuck do you want?" Duo punctuated
his statement by kicking at the wall and glaring at the guard, Heero,
wall, Heero...
Heero stared in bewildered confusion at Duo, unable to make the
connection between this angry, wrathful boy and the tragic,
heart-broken Duo he would become. What had he been expecting, that
Duo would be thrilled to see Heero, and immediately they could
declare their love? Then Shinigami would return Heero to the present,
future, whatever, with Duo alive...
"Well?" Duo demanded, tossing his braid back over his shoulder and
giving Heero a sullen glare.
"Why are you here?" Heero asked, stalling for time, and aware of the
guard just over his shoulder.
"Oh, I dunno... maybe I got arrested? If you've come just to point and
laugh at me, get the fuck out of here, I'm not interested."
"What's your bail?"
"Fuck you."
"Duo..."
"Get. Lost," Duo growled, turning away from the wall and sulking back
over to his bed, throwing himself on the thin pallet.
Heero pressed his palm uselessly against the think partition, staring
at the back of Duo's head with a rising disappointment. This wasn't
going at all according to plan. Why was Duo acting this way?
"Are you still there?" Duo turned his head, staring at Heero with a
vague indifference. "...Guard!"
"Duo."
"GUARD!"
"Duo!"
A firm grip closed over Heero's shoulder, pulling him away as the
steel door started to slide close. He offered no resistance beyond
shaking off the man's hand and moving back himself, staring through
the tiny window into the cell. "Get on," the guard said, gesturing
back down the hallway.
His mind struggled to recover from the shock of Duo being four years
younger than he was use to, thrown in a jail, and significantly less
than pleased to see Heero. Already, Heero found himself eyeing the
security systems, plotting ways to... No, that wouldn't help anyone.
Bail. He could just bail Duo out of here. He only needed...
51:30:41:59
Fifty-one hours... A little more than two days...
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Flashing the police office escorting him out a rude gesture, Duo
emerged from the station not long after Heero's failed visit.
Shrugging on his denim jacket, he grinned for a moment, looking up
and down the street, before spotting Heero. The grin faded, replaced
by a scowl, and Heero sighed. So much for hoping Duo would be in a
better mood outside of jail than in.
"Alright. I give up. What do you want?" Duo said, stuffing his hands
into the pockets of the jacket and raising and eyebrow to Heero.
Heero opened his mouth to reply, and found he didn't actually have an
answer, or a clear idea of what to do next. Duo's foot tapped
impatiently against the pavement, and Heero grabbed for something,
anything. "I need a place to stay."
Duo laughed, "Relena kick you out?"
"...in a way, yes."
The laughter abruptly stopped, Duo staring at him as if Heero had
suddenly sprouted wings, or horns. Or both. Heero returned the gaze,
silently imploring Duo to drop the facade of anger and... and what?
Duo had every right to be pissed as hell with Heero. Only, there
wasn't much time left, and Duo's life... Heero shuddered to think of
returning to a place without Duo, knowing he could have prevented it.
Could have saved Duo.
"So. Little Miss Perfect and Mr. Perfect Soldier no more, hm? Aha.
Very funny, Heero. You think you can just show up here and expect me
to be your personal hotel? You got money. There are hotels."
"I used it all on your bail. What did you do, anyway?"
Duo continued to just stare at Heero, stuck between anger and
amusement, and visibly struggling. "What's going on, Heero. What the
fuck is this, some kind of joke? Why can't you just leave me alone?
You find it funny, to see how far I've fallen, huh? You found me, you
had to have seen... Yeah, proud Duo Maxwell, no longer a famous pilot,
but just another street fuck, trying to earn a dollar peddling
anything he's got."
"Duo..."
"No! God DAMMIT, Heero! Why are you doing this to me?! Damn you,
Heero Yuy! Damn you!" Duo took a step forward, fists tightening at
his sides, eyes wild with some unspoken emotion. Heero swallowed,
determined to just stand there, even if Duo tackled him in rage. He
deserved it. And, maybe, this was what Duo needed.
Those eyes... Heero stared into the amethyst depths, hardly daring to
hope he saw something more beneath the simmering surface of fury.
Something more. Something he knew, by Duo's own words, should lie
there, obscured by a seventeen-year-old's anger at having been
carelessly tossed aside by his... soul mate. Heero could almost hear
Duo's voice in his head, that sad, broken voice.
//"I knew you were my soul mate. No one else could ever make me as
happy as when I was with you."//
"Duo, please..."
"No, God dammit! I won't let you hurt me again!" The words hung
between them, Duo's eyes going wide before he spun around, bolting
down the sidewalk and shoving through the crowd in his haste.
"Duo, WAIT!" Heero shouted, leaping into pursuit. Even this late into
the night, the streets were moderately filled with an assortment of
people, and Heero nearly lost Duo to the crowd. The soles of his shoes
thudding against the pavement, matching the frantic rhythm of his
heart. Duo...! There wasn't time for Heero to have to search the city
for one boy, if he lost Duo. There just wasn't time!
"Duo!"
He turned, looking over his shoulder at Heero, before darting over a
crosswalk which had just flashed green.
"...DUO!"
A car tried to race the red, tires squealing in protest as it
barrelled around the corner. Duo skidded to a halt, frozen in the
glare of the car's headlights. Roughly, Heero collided with Duo,
shoving the stunned boy out of the way just before impact.
Duo landed harmlessly on the pavement, well out of the car's path, and
was only able to watch in horror as Heero bounced up the car's hood
and into the windshield amid a shatter of glass. Brakes screamed along
with pedestrians as the car spun to a stop, flinging the boy to the
ground like a rag doll.
"...Hee...HEERO!"
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~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~*~*~*~*~*
Author's Notes: I was going to kill FFN, scream in fury, and generally
be a very angry author. Then I realized the difference in 'story' and
'poetry' formats means I no longer have to kill things. ^_^
Just thought I'd add that. You'll notice the story is no longer messed
up into a screwy force-formatting that ruins my entire style. Joy.
Oh, and by the way, did I mention I'm evil?
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 - Chapter Five: Rejected)
rated: PG13 - language, content
shounen-ai/yaoi
Rejected
-
Artificia l night had firmly claimed the colony by the time Heero's
brisk walk delivered him in front of the police station. The building
created a small shield of protection from the filth and crime known
to the L2 colonies, which Heero had seen much of on the walk from the
shuttle port. Staring up at the brightly lit station, Heero hesitated
before walking up the steps and inside.
"...INNOCENT!" shrieked a young woman with bubble gum-pink hair and
several piercings, struggling against the two cops that held her. "I
never touched the guy!"
"Yeah, yeah, sugar, you never got that far, did you?" replied one of
the men, dragging her into another room where the door firmly shut on
her yelled protests.
Eyebrows raised more at the lack of interest shown in those around
him at the occurrence (which, in retrospect, Heero realized must be a
fairly regular and normal happening) than for anything else. The
bored-looking female officer behind the desk yawned and took a sip of
her coffee, peering blearily down into the dark depths even as Heero
approached. She still ignored Heero when he cleared his throat, then
growled and glared, then started tapping his fingers on the desk.
With a drawn-out sigh, the woman finally lifted her eyes and grumbled
out, "What?" with another yawn.
He opened his mouth to reply, then paused. How was he going to ask
about a John Doe? He should of thought about this more. Hacked the
system again, and set himself up with false ID. Or a plausible
excuse. If he knew what Duo was in for... Aware he had broken more
laws in the past eight hours than the past eight months, Heero chose
the safer, albeit slower, path of legality. Then again, this was an
L2 colony...
"What?" the cop sighed, staring at him with heavy-lidded eyes.
"I'm here to see someone. A prisoner."
"Whatever," she grumbled, gesturing vaguely to a set of doors guarded
by a fierce-looking man in... riot gear?
Surprised, but grateful for the apathetic views of authority, Heero
walked over to the doors and, when the man made no move to stop him,
went through. Beyond he found a series of panels and monitors
enclosed in plexiglass situated next to a long corridor, with two
more intimidating guards at either end. Strangely, he could hear no
shouts or calls of the prisoners.
Bewildered by the near-complete lack of security, Heero approached the
desk and stared at the two men inside the cubicle, one of which stared
back in expectation. Inspiration struck and, fueled by the aura of
bored indifference that surrounded all the officers he'd seen so
far... "I'm here to see my client," Heero said, inflicting the same
tone of 'whatever.'
"Yeah, okay. Who?" one of the men asked, looking back to his monitor.
"One of these guys can afford a lawyer?" muttered the other guard in
sullen disbelief, but neither asked to see an sort of identification.
"I wasn't told a name," Heero said loftily, struggling to remember
the details of the arrest log. "Cell A34."
"Fine," the guard replied, sliding a 'visitors' tag through the slot
in the plexiglass.
"Damn drug dealers, hooking up with lawyers. Just what this world
needs," whispered the other guard with a grim smile. His partner shot
him a look of warning and waved Heero on with a look that clearly
said 'move or die.'
If this is what they call reform... Heero thought, attaching the tag
to his shirt. He noted security scanners surrounding the doorway
leading to the hallway and, looking over his shoulder, he noted a
similar system over the door leading back to the station. Clever, and
lazy. Corruption must walk hand-in-hand with the law through here.
Eyebrows raised slightly upon seeing the prisoner cells. Seemless
with the wall, doors lined the hallway in regular intervals, a small
plexiglass window allowing limited sight into each cell. As Heero
started walking, one of the guards fell into step behind him, clearly
waiting to see which prisoner Heero wanted access to.
Cell A34 was half-way down the row, identical to the doors on either
side but for the emblazed ID number, etched into the steel of the
reinforced door. Heero stopped before it and shot a 'get on with it'
sort of glare to the guard, who merely looked bored in response
before pressing his thumb to the plate beside the door. The plate, a
small square of clear plastic, glowed green and a buzzing sound
echoed up and down the hall, nearly drowning out the mechanical
grinding noise of the door unlocking, then sliding open.
Another door lay beyond, this one of thick plexiglass and perforated
with holes to allow communication, and a narrow slot, big enough for
a meal tray, near the bottom. Maybe security wasn't as lax as Heero
thought it to be. The guard seemed content to stand there, offering
zero privacy, and, beyond committing several major felonies and
knocking the guard unconscious, then somehow breaking the
plexiglass...
"What the fuck?" came a muffled, yet distinct, voice from inside the
cell, drawing Heero's attention back to the matter at hand. Duo.
Sitting on the narrow slab of cement jutting from the wall that seemed
to serve as a bed, was definitely Duo, no mistake. And those amethyst
eyes were staring at Heero, impossibly wide, framed by a sweep of
chestnut bangs and... bruises? A small cut graced Duo's right cheek,
and a faded circle of blue-black enclosed one eye.
Heero took in the rest of Duo's appearance. Patched, faded jeans with
cuts and holes, too many to be made entirely for fashion, with a black
tank top that had obviously seen better days. And that gold cross,
lying exposed on his chest. Somehow, on Duo, the outfit made him look
highly desirable. Or Heero was just...
Besides the marks on his face, Duo bore other signs that life on the
colony wasn't exactly posh hotels and room service. One, he was in a
jail cell... and his hair was messy, the braid frazzled and nearly
coming undone. And those bruises. They were too old to be blamed on
the police. At least a day old.
Suddenly, Duo laughed, a short bark of amazement, sliding off from the
bed and walking over to lean against the plexiglass, still staring at
Heero. "Well, well, well! Heero, what a dubious pleasure to see you.
Where's the pink bitch?"
"Earth."
"Ah, sent her lackey, then? What the fuck do you want?" Duo punctuated
his statement by kicking at the wall and glaring at the guard, Heero,
wall, Heero...
Heero stared in bewildered confusion at Duo, unable to make the
connection between this angry, wrathful boy and the tragic,
heart-broken Duo he would become. What had he been expecting, that
Duo would be thrilled to see Heero, and immediately they could
declare their love? Then Shinigami would return Heero to the present,
future, whatever, with Duo alive...
"Well?" Duo demanded, tossing his braid back over his shoulder and
giving Heero a sullen glare.
"Why are you here?" Heero asked, stalling for time, and aware of the
guard just over his shoulder.
"Oh, I dunno... maybe I got arrested? If you've come just to point and
laugh at me, get the fuck out of here, I'm not interested."
"What's your bail?"
"Fuck you."
"Duo..."
"Get. Lost," Duo growled, turning away from the wall and sulking back
over to his bed, throwing himself on the thin pallet.
Heero pressed his palm uselessly against the think partition, staring
at the back of Duo's head with a rising disappointment. This wasn't
going at all according to plan. Why was Duo acting this way?
"Are you still there?" Duo turned his head, staring at Heero with a
vague indifference. "...Guard!"
"Duo."
"GUARD!"
"Duo!"
A firm grip closed over Heero's shoulder, pulling him away as the
steel door started to slide close. He offered no resistance beyond
shaking off the man's hand and moving back himself, staring through
the tiny window into the cell. "Get on," the guard said, gesturing
back down the hallway.
His mind struggled to recover from the shock of Duo being four years
younger than he was use to, thrown in a jail, and significantly less
than pleased to see Heero. Already, Heero found himself eyeing the
security systems, plotting ways to... No, that wouldn't help anyone.
Bail. He could just bail Duo out of here. He only needed...
51:30:41:59
Fifty-one hours... A little more than two days...
---------------------------------------------------------- ------------
Flashing the police office escorting him out a rude gesture, Duo
emerged from the station not long after Heero's failed visit.
Shrugging on his denim jacket, he grinned for a moment, looking up
and down the street, before spotting Heero. The grin faded, replaced
by a scowl, and Heero sighed. So much for hoping Duo would be in a
better mood outside of jail than in.
"Alright. I give up. What do you want?" Duo said, stuffing his hands
into the pockets of the jacket and raising and eyebrow to Heero.
Heero opened his mouth to reply, and found he didn't actually have an
answer, or a clear idea of what to do next. Duo's foot tapped
impatiently against the pavement, and Heero grabbed for something,
anything. "I need a place to stay."
Duo laughed, "Relena kick you out?"
"...in a way, yes."
The laughter abruptly stopped, Duo staring at him as if Heero had
suddenly sprouted wings, or horns. Or both. Heero returned the gaze,
silently imploring Duo to drop the facade of anger and... and what?
Duo had every right to be pissed as hell with Heero. Only, there
wasn't much time left, and Duo's life... Heero shuddered to think of
returning to a place without Duo, knowing he could have prevented it.
Could have saved Duo.
"So. Little Miss Perfect and Mr. Perfect Soldier no more, hm? Aha.
Very funny, Heero. You think you can just show up here and expect me
to be your personal hotel? You got money. There are hotels."
"I used it all on your bail. What did you do, anyway?"
Duo continued to just stare at Heero, stuck between anger and
amusement, and visibly struggling. "What's going on, Heero. What the
fuck is this, some kind of joke? Why can't you just leave me alone?
You find it funny, to see how far I've fallen, huh? You found me, you
had to have seen... Yeah, proud Duo Maxwell, no longer a famous pilot,
but just another street fuck, trying to earn a dollar peddling
anything he's got."
"Duo..."
"No! God DAMMIT, Heero! Why are you doing this to me?! Damn you,
Heero Yuy! Damn you!" Duo took a step forward, fists tightening at
his sides, eyes wild with some unspoken emotion. Heero swallowed,
determined to just stand there, even if Duo tackled him in rage. He
deserved it. And, maybe, this was what Duo needed.
Those eyes... Heero stared into the amethyst depths, hardly daring to
hope he saw something more beneath the simmering surface of fury.
Something more. Something he knew, by Duo's own words, should lie
there, obscured by a seventeen-year-old's anger at having been
carelessly tossed aside by his... soul mate. Heero could almost hear
Duo's voice in his head, that sad, broken voice.
//"I knew you were my soul mate. No one else could ever make me as
happy as when I was with you."//
"Duo, please..."
"No, God dammit! I won't let you hurt me again!" The words hung
between them, Duo's eyes going wide before he spun around, bolting
down the sidewalk and shoving through the crowd in his haste.
"Duo, WAIT!" Heero shouted, leaping into pursuit. Even this late into
the night, the streets were moderately filled with an assortment of
people, and Heero nearly lost Duo to the crowd. The soles of his shoes
thudding against the pavement, matching the frantic rhythm of his
heart. Duo...! There wasn't time for Heero to have to search the city
for one boy, if he lost Duo. There just wasn't time!
"Duo!"
He turned, looking over his shoulder at Heero, before darting over a
crosswalk which had just flashed green.
"...DUO!"
A car tried to race the red, tires squealing in protest as it
barrelled around the corner. Duo skidded to a halt, frozen in the
glare of the car's headlights. Roughly, Heero collided with Duo,
shoving the stunned boy out of the way just before impact.
Duo landed harmlessly on the pavement, well out of the car's path, and
was only able to watch in horror as Heero bounced up the car's hood
and into the windshield amid a shatter of glass. Brakes screamed along
with pedestrians as the car spun to a stop, flinging the boy to the
ground like a rag doll.
"...Hee...HEERO!"
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~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~*~*~*~*~*
Author's Notes: I was going to kill FFN, scream in fury, and generally
be a very angry author. Then I realized the difference in 'story' and
'poetry' formats means I no longer have to kill things. ^_^
Just thought I'd add that. You'll notice the story is no longer messed
up into a screwy force-formatting that ruins my entire style. Joy.
Oh, and by the way, did I mention I'm evil?
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