Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Silent Revolution ❯ Chapter 3

Silent Revolution: Chapter three - Reflection

 

He always played the trickster, the prankster, the jester; hiding behind an array of old, well-used masks.

 

He was the group's soul, the one who always was there. He always managed to lighten their mood, to cheer them up, do distract them whatever their troubles were.

 

How long was it now, that they had known each other? How long had they been comrades? Six months? Eight?

 

How many times had he reassured gentle Quatre, comforted him after the bloodshed when he couldn't get their faces from his mind, when he couldn't get the crimson from his porcelain hands?

 

How many times had he listened to Trowa, when the silence began suffocating the silencer himself? When the bone-deep, weary loneliness caused him to crave someone-anyone, to talk to, to listen to him.

 

How many times had he attempted to help Heero? To help him out of his shell, to help the poor, emotionally stunted boy to find some semblance of normality, something in common with another human being.

 

How many times had he held Wufei during his nightmares? How many times had he whispered words of comfort to the other teen as he sobbed and whimpered in his sleep, crying over loved ones lost upon the destruction of his colony months earlier.

 

For each of them, he had been there countless times, would be there for them countless more.

 

How many times, though, had they tried to look past the façade, past the masks? How many times had they tried to see the real him, comforted him during the early hours of the morning when visions of children and rats, burning buildings and bleeding, lifeless glossy eyes and tiny, bloody footprints plagued his every thought, invaded his very dreams.

 

 

How many times had they listened to him when he needed to talk, when the hopelessness was so close, so cloying that it felt as though it would surely suffocate him?

 

How many times had they tried to help him improve? Had they helped out on a mission when their own parts were complete?

 

The answer, simple. Never.

 

They had never even attempted to help him, to look behind the masks. They hadn't even realised that there was a mask, let alone many.

 

They didn't see it, how it tore him apart.

 

It was to be expected, though. He knew that they would be…preoccupied. After all, they had finally done it, finally gotten together. Trowa and Quatre, Wufei and Heero.

 

Duo was happy for them, of course he was. They were his friends. They deserved what precious little comfort they could cling onto during such times.

 

He had joined them once-Heero and Wufei, that is. It had been after a particularly long, hard mission. But…neither Heero nor Wufei had had that special place in their hearts left for Duo that he really needed.

 

After the first time he had `joined in'-no more than a heavy petting session, truth be told, they had treated him no differently, had forgotten, even, that he was still there.

 

He refused their invitations after that.

 

But still….why? Why did they always assume it would be he who would screw up? They had all messed up at some point or another.

 

Quatre-kind hearted, sweet, angelic Quatre. Innocent, reliable-complete and utter psycho after a little exposure to the zero-system. How else could you explain away his near-murder of not only his lover, but also an entire colony to boot? The alternative didn't fit in quite as well with what the others knew of-or they thought they knew of the most kind hearted member of the group.

 

And what about Wufei! Hot headed, passionate, opinionated Wufei. Justice first, think later. Always running headlong into battle-often taking a sword into a gunfight, never considering the lack of logic of it all. He had made far more mistakes than the braided pilot ever had!

 

Not to mention Mr. Perfect-fucking-Yuy. Focused, dedicated, reliable. A human machine who would rather throw away the lives of his own team-mates and himself than have the mission compromised in the slightest! Never mind if that mission wasn't crucial in the first place, if those involved in it are worth more to the war effort than accepting defeat in one small battle.

 

So why, exactly, did they assume that it would be Duo who would fuck-up?

 

To be continued

 

Authors notes - I know this chapter is particularly shorter than the previous two. However, this is because silent's original chapter two has been split into three parts for Silent Revolutions chapters two, three and four, due to the, quite frankly, mess that they had been in to be honest.

 

I know this isn't the best chapter—the sentence structure is far too long. However, expect a chapter of more substance next update---if I get some reviews! I promise! Tehehe xD