Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Angel That Cried Crimson ❯ Chapter 2

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Standard Disclaimer: Shin Kidousenki Gundam Wing and its characters are copyrighted to Sunrise, Bandai, Sotsu Agency, and associated parties. The characters of these works are used WITHOUT permission for the purpose of entertainment only. This work of fiction is not meant for sale or profit. I can assure you that if you sue me you will get about $40 bucks and a really cheap computer. Besides it would only be a waste of your time.

Warnings: ANGST!!!! This fic involves graphic depictions of self-mutilation and depression. If this sort of thing bothers you or makes you uncomfortable then please stop reading now. This is not a fic promoting self-mutilation because I have been there and it is not a fun thing to deal with. This is a fic about getting over it. Please, if this sort of thing bothers you DO NOT read any further!!!

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The Angel Who Cried Crimson
Part 2
By: Marissa Kaisuke


"OWWWW!! Heero! Watch the braid!! THAT HURT!"
"Well that's what you get for leaving it so long. I can't help it if I stepped on it." Trowa peered around the corner into the living room, curious as to all the yelling.
"What are you two doing?" Duo sat on the floor petting the long braid like an animal while Heero looked over at the Heavyarms pilot.
"Duo wanted to spar so I kicked his ass." Heero explained nonchalantly, smirking at the incredulous expression on the violet-eyed boy's face.
"KICKED MY ASS!?! You cheated Yuy! He fights like a friggin' girl Tro! Pullin' hair and shit! JERK!" Heero glared at Duo as the braided boy stuck out his tongue and blew a raspberry at him.
"Girl? Did you just say I fight like a girl, Maxwell?" He asked quietly, promises of death lacing his question. Duo ran to where Trowa stood and hid behind the taller boy.
"Shiiiit! Trowa, hide me! He's gonna kill me 'cause I insulted his pride." Trowa laughed softly and moved out of the way as the Wing pilot grabbed Duo around the waist. Duo yelped and struggled to get away, flailing his arms about to grab onto something. "Traitor!" He spat at Trowa.
"I'm gonna beat your ass red for that insult. Then I'm gonna screw you so bad you won't sit for a week!" Trowa hid a smile as Duo blushed various shades of red, shock written all over his face.
"Heero! You've never been so public before. Remind me to piss you off more often." Duo smirked and landed a quick peck on the Japanese boy's cheek before sliding out of the iron hold grip. Trowa smiled at the small show of affection, having known for several months about the secret coupling the two had engaged in. ~ They make a good couple despite the fact they annoy the hell outta each other. I wish Quatre and I were like that. Hell, I'd be satisfied if he just liked boys much less me in particular. Atleast I'd have a shot then. I don't think he even knows I like him. Oh well. One can always fantasize I guess. ~
"I'm doing some laundry so any clothes you guys have, just put them in a pile outside your room."
"Laundry? I thought Kat took care of that chore." A small pink flush flew over the taller boy's cheeks as he turned his head.
"Yeah, well…I uh, just thought I'd help him out a bit. No big deal." Trowa laughed nervously as the two other pilots stared questioningly at him.
"Ohhh! I get it! You're trying to hook up with our little Kat by helpin' him out. Aww…that's so cute! Isn't it Hee-chan?" Heero smirked as Duo pointed at the others cheeks. "Look! He knows what he wants. Just thinkin' 'bout our cute little Kat all hot 'n bothered under him. See! He's blushin' like the horny man he is!" Duo laughed as Trowa turned scarlet then a nice shade of purplish-red.
"Yeah…well…I better go get that laundry, huh? Uh…yeah, just leave you clothes out and I'll take care of them." Trowa exited the living room quickly, heading in the direction of their bedrooms. ~ That would be nice. Quatre underneath me, calling my name out in ecstasy. Damn that's a hot image! ~ Trowa smiled dreamily at the thought. ~ Quatre in leather. Ooh! Quatre in lingerie! Now that's one hell of a wet dream come true! ~ Trowa stopped outside Wufei's door and picked up the Chinese style clothes left on the floor. ~ I wonder what's been up with Quatre lately? He's been pretty quiet and staying in his room a lot recently. I hope he's okay. Maybe I should ask him to do something with me. I could invite him into town when I go out for supplies on Friday. Yeah, that's what I'll do. Plus this way I get to spend sometime alone with him. ~ Pleased with his plan, Trowa stopped outside the blonde's room and knocked quietly on the door. Hearing no reply, he pushed the door open and peered inside the dark room. ~ Huh? Wonder where he went? Oh well. I'll just grab whatever's on the floor and head to down to put it in the washer. His, mine, and Wufei's should be enough to fill up one load. I'll just wash Duo's and Heero's in the next load. ~ Trowa clicked on a lamp and gathered up the soft articles of clothing strewn around the floor. ~ That's weird. Quatre's usually not this messy. He normally keeps everything nice and neat. This looks more like Duo's room than his. ~ "What the hell…?" Trowa picked up the bloody washcloth tucked under a pile of khakis. ~ Is this Quatre's blood!?! God, what in the hell did he do to himself?!? I didn't know he got hurt that bad to lose this much blood. I mean he picked up a few bruises and cuts in our last mission but nothing serious enough to bleed like this. ~ Trowa hissed as he picked up another shirt. Examining a sleeve, he found large stains where blood had seeped through the thin cloth. Confused and worried thoughts flew through his mind as he tried to make sense of his new discoveries. ~ How in the hell did this happen?!? What in the FUCK HAPPENED TO HIM?!? I SWEAR I'M GONNA SLAUGHTER WHOEVER DID THIS TO HIM!!! If I find out this is from OZ or a mission I'm gonna FUCKING KILL THOSE BASTARDS!!!~ Pure rage took over the normally stoic pilot's face.
"Why are you in my room?" Startled, Trowa looked to the doorway to see Quatre standing there.
"Quatre, what in the hell is this from?" Trowa stalked over to the smaller boy and held up the bloodied cloth and shirt. Fear passed over the other boy's face before it was quickly replaced by anger.
"You were snooping through my room?!? ASSHOLE! Get the hell outta here!" Quatre snatched the clothing articles from him and shoved the Heavyarms pilots out of the room.
"Quatre, wait! Where did all that blood come from? Are you hurt?"
"GET OUT AND LEAVE ME ALONE!!!" Quatre snarled at him before slamming the door in Trowa's face.
"Quatre! Open up! Let me explain…please…" Trowa knocked on the door several times. Sighing dejectedly, he gave up and headed down the hall towards the basement carrying his and Wufei's clothes. Inside the bedroom, Quatre sifted through his drawers fervently.
"Where in the hell did I put it? Shit! What if Trowa found it?" Aqua eyes lit up as his slim fingers brushed against the sharp blade. Pulling his sleeve up, Quatre took the knife and slashed a cut along his upper arm. ~ GODDAMNIT! Stupid little fuck! You just ruined the only chance you ever had with him by yelling at him! Idiot! God, you didn't even let him explain why he was in here! He probably had a perfectly logical reason and you just had to go and fuck up the situation by screaming at him. ~ Quatre cried out as he cut himself again, this time applying as much pressure as he could. ~SHIT! THAT HURT!! Stupid fag! You deserve every ounce of that pain. Thinking YOU had a chance with HIM? HA! He'd never look twice at you even if he were a gay fag like you. God you're such a dumbass! ~ Quatre lashed out again with the knife, tears escaping from his eyes as the pain consumed his body. "God…this hurts like a…bitch…" Quatre collapsed on the bed, sobs tearing their way from his chest. ~ I'm so worthless. So fucking worthless. ~ His slim, lithe body curled up in a fetal position. Shivers wreaking havoc throughout his body. ~ Maybe I should just carry out the act and get it over with. The others wouldn't miss me if I died. They'd probably be happy they didn't have such a fucking psycho to live with anymore. I'm too much of a wuss to do it though. God I'm so worthless. ~ Quatre dropped the knife as he clutched a pillow to his chest, sobbing into the plush fabric till sleep overtook him into a dreamless world.
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"Mmm…Heero? Where're…you goin'…"
"Ssshh baby…go back to sleep. I'm just thirsty." Heero brushed a hand over the sleeping boy's face, smiling slightly at Duo's peaceful figure. Duo mumbled something softly and turned over, a slim arm reaching out to where the Wing pilot lay. Heero carefully untangled himself from the braided boy and quietly exited the room. Padding down the hallway in boxers and slippers, Heero stifled a yawn. ~ I'm so tired tonight. Duo sure knows how to keep me awake, though. ~ Smirking at the thought, Heero flicked the light on in the kitchen. ~ Heh, I never knew he was so flexible. ~ Heero squinted, cobalt eyes adjusting to the light. Opening the cabinet, he pulled out a glass and poured himself some juice. Cocking his head to the side, Heero listened to the silence. Hearing a soft noise, Heero clicked the light off and headed down the hall. Following the sounds, he found himself standing outside Quatre's bedroom. Pressing an ear to the door, the Japanese boy listened to what sounded like soft sobbing followed by whimpers of pain. ~ What the hell? ~ "Quatre? Are you okay?" Inside, Quatre threw the bloody razor blade under his pillow and wiped the crimson from his arm on the bedspread. Smoothing out his sleeves and rubbing his face, the small blonde fixed himself up to a semblance of normalcy.
"Yeah, I'm fine." Heero frowned behind the door at the shaky attempt to sound all right.
"Quatre, you're obviously not fine. Now, open the damn door right now or I will force it myself." Quatre slowly got up, looking around the room for any signs of his previous activities. ~ Everything looks okay other than the clothes all over the floor. ~ Kicking the clothing into a pile, Quatre slowly opened the door.
"Yeah?"
"What are you doing? I heard you crying. Are you okay?" Heero pushed the door open further and entered the room.
"I'm fine. I wasn't crying. You can leave now." Heero turned to glare and the blonde pilot.
"Fine? Quatre, I'm a trained assassin and one of the five most wanted men of all time and you want me to stand here and believe you when you tell me you're just fine. I can tell if I hear crying or not. Don't play stupid, Kat. Why were you crying?" Heero laid a hand on the other's shoulder. "Look, I know you and I haven't been exactly the closest of friends but, you can trust me. I want to help you but I can't if you won't tell me what's wrong. Please…why were you crying?" Quatre looked away, shame and guilt rising in his throat.
"It's nothing Heero, really. Please, just leave. It's late and I just don't want to talk right now." Aqua eyes shone with tears as Quatre looked up at the wing pilot. Heero pulled Quatre into a tight hug.
"If you say so, then I'll believe you. I know you wouldn't lie to us if there was something wrong." Quatre stiffened up in shock at the unexpected display of affection.
"Hee…Heero?" Heero pulled Quatre back slightly. Brushing away the blonde bangs, Heero pressed a light kiss to his forehead and turned to leave.
"You know that we're all here for you, right? Please tell us if there's something bothering you." Quatre watched, astonished by the Japanese boy, as Heero exited the room quietly. Heero padded down the hall and entered his and Duo's room. Duo shifted under the covers as Heero climbed in next to him under the thick comforter.
"Mmm…what took you so long? Heero wrapped his arms around the braided boy, pulling the slim body up against him.
"I caught Quatre crying. I think there's something wrong with him." Duo shifted up on his elbows, staring sleepily at his lover.
"Is he okay? Why was he crying?" Heero pulled Duo back down. Petting the loose chestnut hair, Heero sighed softly.
"He wouldn't tell me why he was crying. He's been looking kinda depressed lately, though. Maybe we should talk with him about it." Duo snuggled closer to the Perfect Soldier's body, sleep washing over him like a gentle wave.
"Sounds good. Let's talk more about it in the morning. I'm…tired…g'night." Violet eyes slid shut as Duo's breathing became even with slumber. Heero nodded slightly then turned to kiss the Deathscythe pilot softly on the lips.
"Goodnight babe, sleep well. You too Kat. I hope you feel better in the morning."
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