"The Truth in Your Lies 2"
"Such Truths in Our Lives"
Chapter one,
"Swept Away"Gundam Wing, and all of its entailments are the intellectual property of Sunrise Inc. and Bandai Inc. All original ideas and characters, however; are considered to be the sole property of the author. This fiction is not intended for resale, and I am not receiving and momentary compensation for this story, it is intended solely for the purpose of entertainment
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Ever since he could remember, Duo, had loved to watch the rain through his windows. As a child he would trace the crystalline rivers running the length of the glass, until it collected in clear pools on top of the molding. Hazy, ethereal thoughts of the Maxwell church floated through his mind when he watched the rivers of rain through the cold glass. The scent of sister Helen's shampoo tinged the air as Duo felt the familiar stabs of nostalgic pain. Whispers of a lost past caressed his ears as the echoing, beating sound of coastal rain pounded on the dark windows of Duo's apartment.
The dark silhouette lifted a cherry tipped cigarette to his lips, and felt the pleasant sting of tobacco run the length of his throat. His lips parted in an impartial sigh releasing white vapor into the surrounding air, drifting in search of a place to settle. The gossamer strands hung lightly in the chilled air and tinged the apartment with the scent of ash. He flicked the butt to shake off the gray ashes that strangled its red glow, and prepared the shaft for another of his attempts to hold the nicotine in his lungs. Lightning flashed outside the window, throwing the empty apartment into harsh detail.
He felt his arms drifting down to his sides as a cold weakness overtook him. His grip lightened on the paper cigarette, as he breathed the silken smoke that encircled his body. Duo tried to delve into his past and think of a time he didn't know the scent that he inhaled so deeply now. The streets had been the birth place of this long held habit. On cold nights, Duo would see Solo smoking the strange paper shafts, long after Solo thought the boy asleep. Duo soon followed suit, stealing the strange objects from Solo and smoking them when he wasn't looking. Duo smiled as the memories of Solo drifted through his mind, He searched for Solo's face in the silken strands of the cigarette smoke that lingered in the air.
"Solo..." Duo whispered as his grip released on the cigarette. The smoldering ember burst as it hit the floor and sent small red sparks out over the bare hardwood floor. Smoke lifted listlessly off of the abandoned tobacco. The smoldering particles left small black burns on the varnished wood of the floor boards. The red fire was soon extinguished by the fiberglass butt, and the smoke started to wain. Again, the lightning flashed, this time from a different angle, but there was no change in the stark emptiness of the apartment.
The deep red of blood seeped out of a jagged gash on his wrist and dripped into a black pool on the hardwood floor. The offensive light reflected off of the bloody edge of a razor. Many bottles littered the floor, carelessly tossed aside by the intoxicated youth. Duo's binges had, not for the first time, gotten the best of him. Escaping had become a lifestyle for him in the war, and it hadn't ended; he found his only peace in a drunken stupor. A light moan escaped his glistening lips before being swallowed by a light snore.
The rain's tapping
coaxed fanciful memories out of hiding and dared them to play across
his vulnerable mind. Visions of blue eyes and velvety Asian
skin drifted through his mind in search of a name to attach
themselves to. Duo's lips twitched in a loving smile, as his
mind watched tufts of unruly, dark hair waft in a late morning
breeze. The drunken teen mouthed "Heero" into the
translucent air
that surrounded his body.
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Harsh winds tore through the city causing the building to howl to the storm that gave them life. The rain came down in heavy torrents pounding the concrete beneath Heero's feet with vigor seldom seen in the late summer season. His mess of hair lashed in the strong storm that had blown inland from a turbulent sea just beyond the reaches of this city. The loose fitting trench coat he had draped over his shoulders, flapped in the fury of the gale force winds.
Heero hugged the black fabric of his trench coat to himself and walked to the edge of the roof to watch the window he knew, too well, to be that of a lost lover. Images of purple irises, and chestnut hairy floated through his mind, as he thought of the occupant of the apartment across the street from where he stood.
"Duo" He whispered into the rain. That word had a peculiar hold on Heero; it tugged a smile out of the Japaneses youth every time he heard it. "You always knew that I loved the rain, didn't you...Duo," he whispered to the unrevealing glass. A voice from across the roof startled Heero.
"You know he will never be able to hear, don't you?" the voice asked.
Heero spun on his heels to face his visitor. Quatre leaned against the rusted door to the roof in the flickering pool of yellow light being cast from the only lamp that revealed the gray gravel of this building's top landing. Heero growled in frustration at the angel and turned back to the dark glass that was the largest western window of Duo's apartment. Quatre laughed, resigned, and began to move toward Heero.
"Heero, you are a fallen angel. Mortals can't see you, and defiantly can't hear or feel you, but then; you should know that shouldn't you?" he asked as he rested his hand on Heero's right shoulder. "You know, I'm actually surprised that you kept your memory. Usually that's the first thing you forfeit when you fall, so that you don't remember what you lost. They say it's more painful the way you chose it."
Heero didn't reply, hoping that if he ignored the angel, he would be left to peaceful self pity.
"Heero, I know you loved him, but if you don't let go of your memories, then neither of you will be happy. You know that you can come back, right?"
Heero continued to try to ignore the blond, but twitched involuntarily when Quatre mentioned that.
"All you have to do is forget him, Heero. Forget what happened and ask for forgiveness. God forgives even the fallen. Forget Duo, Heero, and come back to us. Please Heero, don't do this to yourself, and Duo as well. You'll get to see him when he comes to us as well."
"But if I forget him, what's the point of seeing him again. If I forget loving him, then what is the comfort in being with him, Quatre?" Heero screamed at his friend, and grabbed the arm Quatre had rested on his shoulder and threw it back at the angel, "I want to be left alone, let me love him, Quatre!"
"As long as you love him you will be fallen, please don't do this to yourself, I can't stand it. Come back with me Heero. Just for now forget him, he doesn't even love you anymore!" Quatre yelled back at the stubborn Japaneses youth.
"You're lying!" Heero yelled at Quatre, "leave me alone!"
"Heero..." Quatre paused for a moment and turned away from Heero, "there is still a way..." he finished softly.
Heero turned toward the angel. "What do you mean," he demanded.
"That's all I came here to say, Heero."
"There is still a way for what, Quatre?" Heero asked, trying to keep the anger out of his voice, "A way to come back; a way to give up Duo? What, Quatre? Answer me!"
"I have to go, Heero, I have already said too much." Quatre started to walk toward the door from whence he came, and Heero turned his back on the angel to contemplate the man he loved.
"Quatre's wrong, he still loves me..." Heero whispered to himself resentfully.
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TBC
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