Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Once Upon a December ❯ chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

Title: Once upon a December chapter 2

Author: Vega-Lume

Disclaimer: I don't own the boys I just like to play with them. (hee hee) and I do promise to put them back when I am done (has fingers crossed)

Pairing (ummmmmm heh heh) not really sure if there will be a yaoi pairing but

It's safe to say 1+2+1, okay?

Warnings: death (duh), angst (double duh), A/U, fluff (you've got to be kidding right!) NO FLUFF! (I mean this is me were talking about!)

Beta: nope

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Once upon a December

Chapter 2

By Vel

 

Duo watched from the window as the body of his best friend was carried away. His heart hurt at the thought that it was his fault, if Heero had not come to free his hair from the dam then he might have lived. He had been clinging to the boat when Duo's hair snagged, that was where Duo had managed to stay safe.

 

But now it was too late, Heero was gone. Dead. Heero had been a lonely child the only child of Odin and Linda Lowe. He was quiet, withdrawn and shy. Then suddenly it all changed. Heero became a vibrant happy child with a cheerful laugh and a sweet smile.

 

And it was all thanks to Duo. If he had not befriended Heero, no one would have had the chance to see what a wonderful person he was. Yet if he had not befriended the boy, he would still be alive.

Duo went to his cot and cried.

 

Heero was buried that very day, if they had waited any longer the ground would have been frozen, making it impossible to dig the grave. The only other alternative was to keep him packed in snow until the spring thaw allowed for burial.

 

When Duo did not arrive for the burial, a friend to both Heero and himself arrived and urged him to go, Duo refused.

 

"Duo please! This is Heero were talking about. You can't just sit there!" Wufei shouted.

 

"Wufei, go away. Please." Duo said softly.

 

"I will not, Heero's dead, you have to attend the burial. He was your best friend." Tears filled Wufei's eyes and he sat on the edge of Duo's cot. "You have to go…"

 

" I can't." Duo whispered

 

"Why not? Heero though the world of you and I know that you cared for him too, how can you not go?"

 

"Because it's my fault that he's dead…"

 

"What!" Wufei cried. "How can you possibly think that!"

 

"I dragged him out there, I made him come with me. If my stupid hair hadn't gotten caught on that dam, Heero would have stayed safe by the boat. But he came to help me. He pulled my hair free, but the dam gave way, and he was killed and it's my fault!"

 

"That's stupid! Heero went fishing with you because he wanted too, not because you forced him, and he helped free your hair because he loved you, and wanted to keep you safe. Don't you see, Duo? You meant everything to him, if it had been you that was lost, I truly don't think that Heero would have survived." Wufei's voice died down towards the end and finished with a mere whisper. "I don't think that he would have wanted too."

 

Duo gave his black-haired friend a calculating look and saw truth in his onyx eyes. Wufei really believed that if it had been Duo who had drowned then Heero would have most likely died too. That did little to ease the guilt he felt. Either way Heero would have still died.

 

Duo still felt that it was his fault, Heero was smaller and younger than he was, over a year younger. He should have protected him, done everything in his power to keep him safe but he failed to do so. And no matter what he did now or with the rest of his life, nothing would bring his friend back.

 

He did attend the burial that day and stood at his friends' graveside for many hours, even when the dead boys' parents had gone home, the grieving eleven year old boy with the long chestnut hair stood there tears trickling from his violet eyes.

 

When he finally did go home he just stood at the window and stared out in the direction of the stream. His patents urged him to eat or to even sit down, but he simply stood there for hours. Much later that night, after his patents had gone to bed, Duo stirred.

 

With tears in his eyes, he slipped deeper into his home, away from the window and the pure white snow that continued to fall outside. He shut himself away that day, hiding in the dark and refusing to speak to any callers.

The villagers would later say that two boys died that day.

 

 

tbc…