Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Terror Unknown Series ❯ Independence Day ( Chapter 3 )
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By: Ryoko 03, Enigma's Kitten 
After _____'s death, the one who loved him seeks to escape. Death and implied rape. Sequel to Omega
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Psychological / Occult / Mystery / Horror / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 10.20.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 972 | Visits: 189 | Status: Completed
After _____'s death, the one who loved him seeks to escape. Death and implied rape. Sequel to Omega
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Psychological / Occult / Mystery / Horror / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 10.20.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 972 | Visits: 189 | Status: Completed
Title: Independence Day
Series: Gundam Wing
Author: Ryoko 03
Started: June 2001
Status: Complete
Warnings: Angsty sequel to "Omega". Mentioned NCS and murder.
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INDEPEDENCE DAY
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Today I leave.
I pack my belongings without a second thought, only wishing to leave as quickly
as I am able. Those who survived the destruction of L5 have begun a new colony;
they have been asking me to 'come home' for some time, even before Maxwell self-
detonated his Gundam and ended the war.
And now, there is nothing left to hold me here. My two best friends - the one I
could talk to about damned near anything and the one I had fallen in love with -
are dead and gone, and I am now free.
I hate Winner. I hate that bastard with a passion. I know, for all intents and
purposes we appear to be the stereotypical happy couple, but that's about as far
from the truth as one can get. The only reason I let him touch me and... do
things to me was because he said that should I resist, he would find a way to
make Tro-Nanashi's life a living hell.
So I played the role given to me to keep him safe, and what happens? He takes
half a bottle of sleeping pills and slashes his wrists while I debate whether or
not to take him with me when I leave.
That's why I was the one to find him. I had gone to ask if he would come with
me when I left - the new colony is at an undisclosed location so that no one can
drag us into another war - but I got no answer even after I knocked and damned
near demanded he open the door.
Imagine my reaction when I broke down the door to find one of the only two
people I have ever loved lying dead in a tub full of red-colored water.
Wouldn't you want to get far, far away, too?
So today is Independence Day. The day I declare MY independence from the
asshole that kept me from being with the one I truly love.
I pause for a moment over one item. The half-mask he wore during performances
in the circus where he gained a sister. It's supposed to be cheerful, but it
reflects him so well even now. Whether it was this clown mask or the cool
indifference he always wore, he was always behind a mask.
This is the only thing of his that is truly him. That is why I pack it
carefully, lovingly, in my duffle.
"What have we here?"
...shit, busted.
I turn to gaze coldly at the blond who took his pleasure from my body too many
times for me to count. He has no way to control me now, and I intend to go
while the getting is good.
"What does it look like?" I reply in a cold tone. "I'm leaving. He's beyond
your reach now, Winner. You can not harm him, and I refuse to remain here and
continue being a toy to you."
He smiles, but it does not reach his eyes. "Wufei, Wufei," he says in an almost
condescending manner which makes my blood boil, "when are you going to see? You
are never leaving me. You're mine, and I am not just going to let you leave."
"As if you have a say in the manner," I snap back. "I am leaving, going to a
place you will NEVER find me, and I am going to try to put my life back
together. So move away from the damned door before I move you."
I drop the last of my belongings - a small jade dragon figurine given to Meiran
and me as a wedding gift almost two years ago - and zip the duffle. My entire
life fits into one compact bag. How pathetic.
He speaks again, and his words make me freeze where I stand:
"I do have a say, Chang Wufei. And I say you die."
I hear the click of a safety releasing too late. As I whirl around to confront
him, I catch sight of the pistol in his hand just as he fires. Stupid bastard
didn't even use a silencer, so I know damned well that Yuy and Merquise will be
up here in seconds. It'll still be too late, though; even if he is a stupid
bastard, he's a pretty good shot.
I stare at him in numb horror before I slide to the floor, knowing that I'm
already more dead than alive, that my lungs are filling with blood and that I'll
drown before the other two former-pilots can get me to the car outside.
I don't see them arrive, but I do hear Merquise fighting Winner for the gun, and
another shot is fired as Yuy reaches my side. His expression is one I've seen
twice before, one that I had hoped to never see again. He too knows that my
life is ending, and that there is nothing in this world that can save me now.
I have to tell someone before I die, in case my silence condemns me in the
afterlife. I've kept my silence long enough. So, with the last of my strength,
I raise one hand to grasp his weakly.
"...never... truly happy..." I gasp out. God, it hurts so much to speak.
"...had to... to protect... tro...."
"Don't speak," Yuy says quietly, and I see tears in his eyes.
I continue as if I hadn't heard: "...never loved... winner... i... loved him...
trowa...."
Yuy says something else, and I can hear Merquise in the background, but the
world is getting dark.
The last thing that goes through my mind before the silence surrounds me is a
simple apology:
//I'm so sorry, Nanashi. I could not protect you.//
~*~*~
OWARI
~*~*~
Series: Gundam Wing
Author: Ryoko 03
Started: June 2001
Status: Complete
Warnings: Angsty sequel to "Omega". Mentioned NCS and murder.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
INDEPEDENCE DAY
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Today I leave.
I pack my belongings without a second thought, only wishing to leave as quickly
as I am able. Those who survived the destruction of L5 have begun a new colony;
they have been asking me to 'come home' for some time, even before Maxwell self-
detonated his Gundam and ended the war.
And now, there is nothing left to hold me here. My two best friends - the one I
could talk to about damned near anything and the one I had fallen in love with -
are dead and gone, and I am now free.
I hate Winner. I hate that bastard with a passion. I know, for all intents and
purposes we appear to be the stereotypical happy couple, but that's about as far
from the truth as one can get. The only reason I let him touch me and... do
things to me was because he said that should I resist, he would find a way to
make Tro-Nanashi's life a living hell.
So I played the role given to me to keep him safe, and what happens? He takes
half a bottle of sleeping pills and slashes his wrists while I debate whether or
not to take him with me when I leave.
That's why I was the one to find him. I had gone to ask if he would come with
me when I left - the new colony is at an undisclosed location so that no one can
drag us into another war - but I got no answer even after I knocked and damned
near demanded he open the door.
Imagine my reaction when I broke down the door to find one of the only two
people I have ever loved lying dead in a tub full of red-colored water.
Wouldn't you want to get far, far away, too?
So today is Independence Day. The day I declare MY independence from the
asshole that kept me from being with the one I truly love.
I pause for a moment over one item. The half-mask he wore during performances
in the circus where he gained a sister. It's supposed to be cheerful, but it
reflects him so well even now. Whether it was this clown mask or the cool
indifference he always wore, he was always behind a mask.
This is the only thing of his that is truly him. That is why I pack it
carefully, lovingly, in my duffle.
"What have we here?"
...shit, busted.
I turn to gaze coldly at the blond who took his pleasure from my body too many
times for me to count. He has no way to control me now, and I intend to go
while the getting is good.
"What does it look like?" I reply in a cold tone. "I'm leaving. He's beyond
your reach now, Winner. You can not harm him, and I refuse to remain here and
continue being a toy to you."
He smiles, but it does not reach his eyes. "Wufei, Wufei," he says in an almost
condescending manner which makes my blood boil, "when are you going to see? You
are never leaving me. You're mine, and I am not just going to let you leave."
"As if you have a say in the manner," I snap back. "I am leaving, going to a
place you will NEVER find me, and I am going to try to put my life back
together. So move away from the damned door before I move you."
I drop the last of my belongings - a small jade dragon figurine given to Meiran
and me as a wedding gift almost two years ago - and zip the duffle. My entire
life fits into one compact bag. How pathetic.
He speaks again, and his words make me freeze where I stand:
"I do have a say, Chang Wufei. And I say you die."
I hear the click of a safety releasing too late. As I whirl around to confront
him, I catch sight of the pistol in his hand just as he fires. Stupid bastard
didn't even use a silencer, so I know damned well that Yuy and Merquise will be
up here in seconds. It'll still be too late, though; even if he is a stupid
bastard, he's a pretty good shot.
I stare at him in numb horror before I slide to the floor, knowing that I'm
already more dead than alive, that my lungs are filling with blood and that I'll
drown before the other two former-pilots can get me to the car outside.
I don't see them arrive, but I do hear Merquise fighting Winner for the gun, and
another shot is fired as Yuy reaches my side. His expression is one I've seen
twice before, one that I had hoped to never see again. He too knows that my
life is ending, and that there is nothing in this world that can save me now.
I have to tell someone before I die, in case my silence condemns me in the
afterlife. I've kept my silence long enough. So, with the last of my strength,
I raise one hand to grasp his weakly.
"...never... truly happy..." I gasp out. God, it hurts so much to speak.
"...had to... to protect... tro...."
"Don't speak," Yuy says quietly, and I see tears in his eyes.
I continue as if I hadn't heard: "...never loved... winner... i... loved him...
trowa...."
Yuy says something else, and I can hear Merquise in the background, but the
world is getting dark.
The last thing that goes through my mind before the silence surrounds me is a
simple apology:
//I'm so sorry, Nanashi. I could not protect you.//
~*~*~
OWARI
~*~*~