Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Runaway Train ❯ Runaway Train ( One-Shot )

A/N: Don't you hate these things? I'll make it short. Go easy on me. I've never written a GW fic or a death fic before so go easy on me. Oh yeah and I forgot. It's a songfic and I've never written one of those either. Hehe so this is a major first for me. I'm pretty happy with the way it turned out tho.

Note: At the moment brain seems to have stopped working and I can't remember what these things are called where you say that you don't own whatever it is that you're writing about. But I still have to say it anyway so here goes. I don't own Gundam Wing unfortunately. I don't happen to remember who does either but I'm sure they know and I give them credit. Oh and the Song "Runaway Train" it by Soul Assylum.

DISCLAIMER!!!! That's what the word that thing is called! Okay well the thing right above this is my disclaimer. Please don't sue! I'm saving my money for Prisma colors coloured pencils. Hehe I remembered the word. It just took me a couple minutes of thinking bout other stuff!

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Call you up in the middle of the night

"Omae O Korosu," came a bleary sleepy voice from the other end of the line. Heero Yuy definitely did not like being woken up at 2:43 in the morning.

"Hiya, Hee-chan! Sorry I woke you up, but I couldn't sleep."

"Hn. Baka. Got to bed."

"I just told you that I couldn't sleep! Don't you ever listen to anything I say?" Duo forced his voice to hide the hurt he felt.

"Hn."

Duo heard a distinct click of the phone being hung up and cursed himself for being weak. For loving someone who would never love him back. Now that the war was over no one needed him anymore. He was alone.

Like a firefly without a light
You were there like a blow torch burning
I was a key that could use a little turning

A pale hand shook as it pressed the button to end the call on the vid screen. The owner couldn't believe what had just happened. His life was over as he knew it, his last hope at finding happiness had been stolen. He had just tried calling Heero to find out if what he had heard was true. Apparently it was. Heero had agreed to marry Relena. Duo thought back to a few days prior. He had sought out Heero and had tried to tell him. He really had. Instead he had only been able to ask about how he was doing with Releena. He had tried asking Heero why he was marrying Releena. Heero had replied with his usual monotone saying that it didn't matter. Duo had pleaded with his eyes for more of an answer, but either hadn't noticed the real question lying in the violet orbs or he just hadn't cared. Either option had sent a spear of pain through Duo. Heero had been his light and all Heero had to do was give some inclination that he returned even a fraction of Duo's feelings for him. Instead it seemed he had turned the key to Duo's heart the wrong way, thus locking it.

So tired that I couldn't even sleep
So many secrets I couldn't keep

Heero tossed and turned in his bed reliving the terrible anguish he had seen on Duo's beautiful face. It had been so hard not to tell him the truth. Only Quatre knew his darkest secret. Heero love Duo Maxwell. Heero never once allowed himself to believe that Duo might possibly harbor the same feelings towards himself. But now he wasn't so certain. Did Duo feel something for him? Was he doing the right think by marrying Releena?

Promised myself I wouldn't weep
One more promise I couldn't keep

Duo curled himself up in a fetal position trying to dispel the darkness threatening him. He had tried valiantly not to cry. He really had, but somethings just beg to have tears shed for them. The thought of losing the one you love most, the one you live for certainly qualified on Duo's list. Duo couldn't think of a single reason why he should bother living now that Heero was gone. Heero had been the only reason that he had lived through the war in the first place. He had always hoped that the other pilot would realize the way he felt and that he would feel the same way.

It seems no one can help me now
I'm in too deep
There's no way out

Duo shuddered as he picked up the knife. This really wasn't how he had expected to die. At his own hand. He had always thought that he would die during the war. He thought it ironic that he could live through fighting a war, but he couldn't live through love.

This time I have really led myself astray

Heero sighed. He knew what he had to do no matter how risky it was. He wasn't very worried about the consequences. The only thing that would change was him. Releena probably expected him to threaten to kill her on their wedding day anyway. Why would she be surprised if he didn't show up at all? She'd just hunt him down anyway and try again, so Heero really wasn't worried that he was missing out on anything. However, he was worried that Duo truly didn't think of him as anything more than a friend. If he didn't, then Heero didn't know how he'd ever be able to face the braided pilot again.

Runaway train never going back
Wrong way on a one way track
Seems like I should be getting somewhere
Somehow I'm neither here nor there

He squeezed his eyes shut as he made the first cut. He watched as his blood dripped to the floor of the wooden porch and be soaked up. He had tried to stop loving Heero, but he hadn't been able to. It was like a one way track through life. It was strange he thought. He had always believed that love was supposed to be a good thing. It was supposed to bring life. So how come it was taking his away?

Can you help me remember how to smile
Make it somehow all seem worthwhile

Duo was glad he was alone. There was no way that he could force himself to smile. The closest thing he could accomplish was a sneer directed at himself. He was weak as WuFei would say. He was taking the weak way out and he knew it, but he just couldn't bear to live with loving Heero and not having him.

How on earth did I get so jaded
Life's mystery seems so faded

Heero prayed that he wouldn't be to late. He knew the cheerfulness Duo always showed was just an act, he couldn't even count the number of times that he had heard Duo cry out in his sleep. He wondered how he could be so callous to an angel. Even if he was the angel of death, he had still been an angel.

I can go where no one else can go
I know what no one else knows
Here I am just drownin' in the rain
With a ticket for a runaway train

Duo had long sinced stopped trying to determine whether or not he was truly crying. With the rain pouring down around him, his entire face was wet anyways. If he did happen to be crying, he figured the rain would provide well enough cover to hide it. He sent up a silent prayer to Shinigami asking him that he take his soul before the pain fully sunk in. There was no turning back. Ruby red blood seeped from the various cuts covering his entire body. He watched the rivulets run down his arm almost as if in awe as it joined into one stream and dripped onto the floor mixing with the rain water.

And Everything seems cut and dry
Day and night, earth and sky
Somehow I just don't believe it

Heero wished he had been able to read his own emotions sooner. Maybe then he wouldn't have seen that hurt look on Duo's face. He had known for a while that he loved Duo, but he had been to afraid. He had just started to realize how much attention Duo had actually bestowed up him compared to the other pilots. Would Duo have spent that much time with him if he hadn't felt anything?

Runaway train never going back
Wrong way on a one way track
Seems like I should be getting somewhere
Somehow I'm neither here nor there

He could feel himself getting weaker the longer he sat there marking his skin. Each cut deeper than the last. Nothing short of a miracle would save him now and he had already used up his miracles before the war even started. How else would he be the only survivor of the Maxwell Church Masacre?

Bought a ticket for a runaway train
Like a madman laughin' at the rain
Little out of touch, little insane
Just easier than dealing with the pain

Duo laughed bitterly. It just had to start raining didn't it. It hadn't been raining when he had stepped out onto his back porch. It had only started after he made the first cut, as if the heavens were crying for him. But Duo was beyond caring. Death was so much easier than the pain of living. He started shivering as the cold finally started getting to his weakened body.

Runaway train never going back
Wrong way on a one way track
Seems like I should be getting somewhere
Somehow I'm neither here nor there

"I'm sorry…" Duo whispered as he collapsed onto the floor blinded by his misery. He never heard the chime of the doorbell or the following knocks inside the house, no did he hear the door being kicked in and feet running though the house searching for him. He continued watching his blood flow freely in fascination as the wood soaked it up. He never noticed when the knife slipped from his trembling fingers or when warm arms cradled his pale, chill form close to their chest.

Runaway train never comin' back
Runaway train tearin' up the track
Runaway train burnin' in my veins
Runaway but it always seems the same

"Duo…" Hope surged through Heero as he saw the violet eyes flutter open. Maybe everything would be okay after all. It didn't look like there was much blood, but it could have been washed away by the rain.

"Hee-chan?" Duo's eyes filled with confusion. Why was Heero there? He was supposed to be with Releena. It was their wedding night. "Wh'..bou'…'Leena?" his voice slurred and his eyes drifted shut again. He thanked Shinigami for being kind and sending Heero to be the last face he saw.

"Duo, please don't leave me… Ai.. Ai shiteru, Duo. Ai shiteru," Heero felt a tear make a path down his cheek as he watched the last breath make its way past Duo's parted lips.

Two Years Later:

He never had married Releena. He hadn't been able to do it. He hoped it had been the right decision to make. It felt right to him. He was happy if a bit lonely for his soul mate, but happy nonetheless. Heero had started the orphanage in memory of Duo Maxwell, his beloved friend whom had died too soon. He liked to think that wherever Duo was, that he was watching and smiling. Heero smiled down at the cherubic face of the child sitting on his knee listening with the utmost attention to the story that he was being told. The child was going on and on about the substitute teacher they had had that day. They had thought it was a girl at first because of his long braid until the man had laughed when someone had called him Miss Maxwell.

~Owari~

*Please Please PLEASE review! I've never written a deathfic or a GW fic before for that matter so I wanna know how it came out. PLEASE R&R! I'll love you forever! Tips on writing are appreciated!