Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Love Is... ❯ Wufei ( Chapter 2 )

Author note: first time writer, not first fic I wrote but the fourth one up. Anyway, animation¡¦s not mine, characters¡¦ not mine; I¡¦m poor, so don¡¦t sue me¡K ¡K anything I forgot to mention?? Ahh¡K the story!! It¡¦s MINE!!

Death fic. And thanks for pointing out my grammar mistakes, bffimagine. I guess I have completely overlooked them since my hands can hardly match the speed of my thoughts and I just don¡¦t wanna miss out anything.  And once I¡¦m done, other than spelling mistakes, all the grammar things became blindspots to me. Oh well, at least I¡¦ve tried to amend them¡K if there¡¦re still any mistakes, please feel free to point it out, I¡¦ll try to amend them. See ya and enjoy! ^_^v

 What is love?

Tricky question it was, but I know love when I saw Yuy being gunned down by criminals while struggling to shoot down every one of them, sacrificing his own body as a shield for Duo.

I had no idea what his last words to Duo was, while lying in his own pool of blood with my beloved hysterically pressing down every single wounds he could find, trying to stop the life essence from leaving the dying body of his best friend.  I had been too far to protect him that day, and I grieved for him for losing one of his very best friends. That was, until I heard his anguish wails to heaven, that I realized who had held my beloved¡¦s heart and soul all these years.

My love had lost his one and only, the soul mate that I could never hope to compete against¡K

I had always known that Duo was in love with someone else when he came to me.  And though I knew I could never be what he wanted, I had selfishly taken him into my arms, offering all that I am and hoping against hope that it would be enough to fill the emptiness his love had left in his soul.

He seemed happy enough for awhile, but when Yuy had, all of a sudden, seemingly disappeared into thin air, he had completely collapsed.  So emotionally drained, he didn¡¦t have the strength to leave the bed for days.  And I loathed Yuy for leaving him, for leaving his best friend alone, when said friend was in need of his strength.  Some best friend he was!

I fully intended to tear him a new one when I see him next.  But when I did see him again, it was for an urgent Preventers mission. Not only did I not have much time to talk, much less reaming him out about Duo, I found myself speechless at the sight of Yuy¡¦s appearance.

He looked pale. His intense, Prussian-blue eyes were bruise-looking and dull. His wild mane of hair was hanging lamely over his eyes, and he seemed to have lost weight so drastically that his usual tank-top and jeans looked two sizes too big on him.  He even had the Preventers¡¦ jacket on him when everyone were wearing short-sleeves and tank-tops and still sweating all over the place! 

Winner and Barton had come with Yuy, though Lady Une didn¡¦t request their assistance.  Winner had been hovering over Yuy since their arrivals, fussing and fretting non-stop like a mother hen. But whenever he looked up and saw me, he glared at me with a heated look that I could only interpret as cold fury and disgust. 

Barton had stood close to Yuy all the while with a hand under the Perfect Soldier¡¦s elbow, sometime an arm around the shoulder, holding Yuy intimately like a lover. He had looked worried for some reasons, though he would become expressionless if he happened to find me observing them. I couldn¡¦t even begin to fathom his strange behaviors until Yuy suddenly grabbed onto Barton and trembled, his knees threatened to go out under him.

Yuy had hung onto Barton with a death grip in his shirt, with his face buried against the tall man¡¦s shoulder, while Barton pulled him close and held him tight, murmuring something in his ear.  To untrained eyes, those two looked as if they were engaged in a lover embrace. However, to me, it¡¦s clear as day that Yuy was unwell and had been in pain for quite some time, possibly before arrival.  His face was pinched and deathly pale, his skin clammy with sweat.  While he had remained upright during his episode, I suspected that it was more because of Barton¡¦s support than under his own strength.

For him to show it though, I do not wish to speculate how much pain he must be in.

I would have requested to have Yuy off of the mission if the situation wasn¡¦t as dire as it was.  The Perfect Soldier had looked so worn out after his episode that I doubted he could stay upright for much longer, much less complete a demanding mission like the one we were having.  However, the thought of Duo being onsite at that very moment, completely surrounded by criminals that would, not only kill him and other agents in cold blood, but brutally tortured them to death, had me held my mouth shut. 

I could not bear the thought of losing Duo, of Duo being dead or severely maimed.

If we were to capture those cold-blooded bastards with most of our agents alive, if we were ever to pull off this ¡¥crazy stunt¡¦, as Duo liked to say, Yuy would be our best bet, our best chance to have a successful mission with the minimum body count.

I wished I had reconsidered and had Une taken Yuy off the mission that day.

Duo had screamed himself raw and fought us like a mad man possessed when the paramedics tried to take Yuy into the ambulance.  

He wouldn¡¦t let go of him.

He had fought us all; had completely flattened me in just two moves, when he normally couldn¡¦t even faze me within five moves while we sparred. He would have dismembered the paramedics for touching Yuy if Barton, who had insisted on being Yuy¡¦s backup, hadn¡¦t yanked him away with his braid at the last minute and sedated him with a needle of tranquillizers he had somehow gotten hold of.

Duo was catatonic after that.  He hadn¡¦t moved a single muscle in Barton¡¦s arms.  Not even twitched when Winner stitched his wounds shut right outside the surgery room without the benefits of anesthetic.  All he did was staring at the door of the surgery room, where Yuy had disappeared to.  That was all he ever did, after Barton carried him into the ambulance where Yuy laid gravely injured, staring at Yuy¡¦s blood-tainted face.

When the surgeon came out hours later, bearing the bad news that Yuy might not last through the night, that his deteriorated body had finally reached a point where it had started to shut itself down, Duo broke down. He howled and shrieked his loss like a mad man; screaming and bawling so hysterically that it had completely knocked Winner out cold within seconds.  His pain¡K by the gods¡K was so great and tangible that you could almost see it and touch it, not without recoiling so fast like being burnt.

We had lost him, the both of them, when Yuy died that night just before dawn.

We had to let Duo into ICU, to put him close to Yuy just to calm him down.  Duo had struggled briefly, trying to get to his love as close as he could, until Barton threatened to knock him out and locked him away.  Not wanting to waste precious minutes away from Yuy, Duo had meekly complied.  He had cuddled against Yuy¡¦s body like a cat around a warm cushion. He had held him tenderly, like a mother to her child.  He had whispered all kind of comforts and sweet nothings to the Perfect Soldier, hoping it would help his beloved, give him encouragement and motivation to fight his impending doom.

Nothing worked; in the end, everything he did had been a lost cause in delaying the inevitable¡K

Till this day, I could still hear Duo¡¦s grief-stricken cries; even if it has been years later. I could still remember that dreadful day when we lost our brothers; the day we lost Yuy to the Great Shinigami, the day we lost our Shinigami to insanity. 

How I wish I haven¡¦t come between the two lovers ¡V the two soul mates who were meant to be together forever ¡V even if I would never regret loving Duo.  He is such a gentle, loving soul that it is close to impossible not to love him as he is.  Only if I have known about them¡K

No¡K no, there are no excuses; anyone with eyes could see the strong attractions between them, the electrical sparks and soul-deep emotions that filled the air when they were with each other. I have willingly blindfolded myself from seeing it, turning a blind eye at their pain when Duo had foolishly left Yuy, so that I could have him to myself.  I haven¡¦t loved Duo enough to let him go, like Yuy did when he thought I was what Duo needed. I haven¡¦t loved Duo enough to push him back to where he belonged, where he should stay, right besides Yuy.

I wish¡K

If only I have been strong enough¡K