Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Call Came at 5:00 ❯ Duo ( Chapter 2 )

Disclaimer: Do I have to do this for every chapter? Anyway, GW belongs to people who are not me, as much as I wish to own the rights to Duo. *Evil smile* Anyway…

Summary: Okay, if you read the last chapter then you know that Heero is dealing by not dealing. What about Duo? Read and find out.

The call came at 5.

I was just heading down the stairs for dinner. I was the last one, but I had to finish a chapter in the book I was reading. So I felt I had good reason. I was about there when the phone rang. By the second ring I was in the kitchen. Everyone was staring at it as if it has the plague or something. I laughed. Pushing past Heero I went into the room to answer it.

"Hello?" The voice of Sally greeted me on the other line.

"Hey. Turn to channel 12. I think you might want to see this." I nodded.

"Okay."

"Bye." I heard a click and then a dial tone. I put the phone down and walked over to the small black and white TV set we kept in the kitchen. Flipping it on to the right channel, I leaned against the counter. Relena came on, giving on of her speeches. Heero turned to me.

"Who called?"

"Sally." They nodded as Relena went on. I admit I have a respect for the girl, but she can get annoying at times. I usually don't pay much attention to her speeches, but Sally must have wanted us to pay attention so I listened.

"It has been a long and hard war. And now I pleased to announce that as a result of the peace meetings between White Fang, the colonies, and all Earth factions, we have all agreed to lay down our weapons and end the war. The war is over. I repeat, everyone, the war is over." Clapping ensued from the other side of the TV. Wufei went and turned it off. We all sat there in silence. All of a sudden I laughed.

"So the war is over, huh? Never figured I'd live to see that." I down at the table as heard Quatre reply.

"I always hoped it would come…but now that it has I admit I have no clue what to do." I had to admit I agreed with him. Heero shrugged.

"I think that's something we have to figure out on our own." We nodded. Heero then turned and left. I stared at his retreating figure. How very Heeroish. Quatre called out after him.

"Where are you going?"

"To figure things out on my own," came back Heeros' reply. I chuckled. Once again, how Heeroish. I looked at the others. They all looked around. Quatre moved to one of the cupboards.

"I think I need some tea. Anyone want any?" I shook my head.

"Nah…I need something a bit stronger." It was my turn to leave the kitchen and head up to the bedroom Heero and I shared.

When I got there Heero was lying on his bed, eyes closed. With a shrug I went to the closest and found my favorite jacket. Just as I was putting it on he opened his eyes.

"Going somewhere?" I smiled.

"Yeah…gonna go celebrate by having some fun at the local bar. Wanna come?" He shook his head. I figured as much.

"I think I'll just lie here." I nodded and laughed.

"Yeah, I'll probably be doing a lot of that before the nights out. Anyway, see you later." I waved a little bit and went down the stairs. I yelled to the others I was going out and left into the cool night. I jumped in my beat up car and made my way to town and towards the bar.

It was slow when I came it. After all, it was only about 5. I looked around, went up to the bartender and ordered a hard drink. Giving me a skeptical look, as if he thought I couldn't hold my liquor, he poured me a small glass. Which I swallowed in one gulp.

"Another." He complied. Again, I swallowed in one gulp. After this process happened a few times he gave in and handed me the entire bottle. With a satisfied smile I watched as more and more people entered the bar. It wasn't long before the music was playing loudly, the people were dancing loudly, and even the drinks seemed loud. I had already finished the bottle when a young woman came up and asked to dance. I almost laughed, but I accepted. She was dancing with death, and she had no idea. And more than that, I realized, she was flirting with death. That almost made me laugh again, but out of respect I didn't.

And I danced. And danced. And I drank a lot too. I wanted to forget that I was no longer a gundam pilot. That my title had been stripped away from me. But after the second bottle and almost an hour of dancing I didn't care about much of anything except it felt like was I was going to hurl all over the place. I quickly paid, said good-bye, and left.

The fresh night air greeted me. I was halfway to my car when I bent over and threw-up. I supposed if I had been thinking rationally that would have bothered me. I also suppose that if I were thinking rationally I wouldn't have driven.

But I wasn't exactly thinking rationally.

So I got into the car, still feeling very sick to my stomach. I managed to fumble out my keys.

"My god I'm gonna have one hell of hangover," I mumbled to myself. I put the keys in ignition and started the car. I guess I should have noticed that I shouldn't drive when the first thing I did was back up into another car. But I didn't care. I just wanted to go home, throw up a couple times, and fall asleep. Things would better in the morning. Maybe in the morning I would wake up and have this all be a dream. Part of me wanted it to be a dream. Part of me still wanted to be gundam pilot. But I tried to ignore that part. The war was over. Good stuff. Now what?

I was driving way to fast, I suppose. And not really paying attention to where I was going. I'm not the best driver anyway. The others don't like me driving because I'm too reckless. And now I was drunk. The rational part of my brain should have been crying out in protest. But I think the rational part of my brain was drunk too.

I don't think I actually realized I had crashed into a tree until after the fact. One minute I was driving along and the next minute the front of my car was implanted into a tree on the side of the road. I opened the door and fell out of the car. I managed to get up by holding onto the side of the car, and when I saw the damage I did the only thing I could think to do.

"Damn," was the only thing I could say. And then I threw up again. I decided I would need breath mints. Thinking there was some in the car I reached inside. Success! I popped the breath mint into my mouth. Then I started walking home. That seemed like the best option.

It was only a mile or so to the house, but I was drunk so it took me a little longer than it normally would have. The good side is that I became a little less drunk, but that wasn't saying much. I was still drunker than I had ever been in my entire life. Finally I made it back. I opened the door, and the warmth inside made me feel flushed. Ignoring all else, not that there was much to ignore, I made my way up the stairs and into my room. The bathroom light was on and I couldn't see Heero. I made my way to the bathroom, not because I wondered if that was where Heero was, but because that's where the toilet was. But when I looked inside a not so happy sight greeted me.

Where I had decided to get drunk, Heero decided to die.

I saw the blood on the floor, and flowing from his wrist. I said the only thing I could think to say through my drunken shock.

"Oh."

End notes: More cliff hangers…hehe….but never fear, this will be resolved. For all those curious, the way I'm going to handle this is all the pilots go through there thing with their own POV, but to save repetition the conclusion to each of their stories will be 3rd person. So this will be concluded…one way or another!