Disclamer: I don't own Gundam Wing, If I did do you really think i'd be writing this right now?
Authers Note: This orginally was my own letter to my shrink but I thought this would make a cool fanfic on Duo's POV.
Warnings: Explicant language, voilence, and sexual themes implied. Also yaoi sorta, Please Read and Review!
Duo's Letter To The Shrink
Dear Shrink,
Hello, How are you today? Not like
I really care, but it is one way to start a formal letter is it not? Any
ways, I just wanted to tell you my opinion about you and your profession
before we get started.
First off, I don't see why I'm forced
to see your ugly face in the first place. Everyone's clinically and emotionally
insane in one way or another, even you. So why feel the need to stick me
in a room with a bastard like you and expect me to pour out my emotional
trauma and all the shit that's happened to me during the war? If you really
expected me to do so, you're stupider than I thought.
Yes I know, i'm severely fucked up.
So what? So is Mr. Perfect-Soldier-Yuy, God knows all the shit he had to
put up with Dr. J fucking with his head. So why put me in here, when he
and all the others are fucked up in one way or another? Is it because Yuy's
married to Mrs.Pretty-Perfect-Bitch? Fuck.
Yes, I am gay. So fucking what? Why
does that make me any different from anybody else? Is it because I get
turned on by seeing naked pictures of guys, with hard-ons....especally
with bodes like.....Heero.
Heero turns me on, not just physically
but emotionally as well. I love him, I have ever since I first met him
during the war. The way his colbat blue eyes sparkled with determination,
how his dark untamable hair fell onto his face, the way he moved with force...but
so elegant, as if dancing. Of course I never told him how I feel, how could
I? When all he looked at was......her. I hate the bitch, if they weren't
married I probably would think she's okay, but since they are.......well
that's a different story.
I really don't see how anyone would
willingly pay money to go see someone who would constantly ridicule
and criticize every little thing in your life, jack you up on pills, and
send you to an institution. Fuck, you wouldn't be able to send me to an
institution any ways, i'd burn your ass down first....and make a noose
of your own intestines to hang you with. Graphic isn't it?
So basically what i'm trying to say
is that if you want to commit me after reading this letter, Fuck off. I'm
not going to be dragged on my ass by an asshole like you to be shut in
a fucking metal cage for the rest of my life.
Sincerely,
Duo Maxwell