Time
By: ImmortalRain7
Summary: "So...You're the person from my visions?" HeeroXDuo, side of TrowaXQuatre. mature, violence, YAOI, and language. Maybe Relena Bashing later.
Chapter 1: Shadows that move cross the wall
Dark streets beckoned the small ten year old boy to venture down one of the alleys. Street lights flickered on and off. In the few moments of light, the boy saw a garbage can and a few trash piles. The light flickered off. And then it was on again. This time the boy saw a war. Bodies littered the floor and giant machines were in combat. One dark machine came rushing towards the boy. At the last second, another machine jumped in the path and defended the boy. The light went off. A few seconds later, it was back on again. This time the boy saw a small, white palace. On the doorstep were two men. The first was smiling and waving while the second was calm and impassive. The second man's arm was slung around the first's waist. The light went off again. The boy shook his head and rubbed his eyes. The light flickered again and the alley was back to the garbage can and trash piles. He turned and fled. His feet automatically took him back to the Maxwell church. He closed the church door behind him and leaned his back against it, breathing fast. He quickly went over everything he had seen, before walking quickly to Sister Helen's room. He knocked on the door and it was a few seconds before it was answered. Sister Helen smiled when she saw who it was. She let him in and sat him down on a chair before speaking.
"Now, Duo. Why are you up so late?"
"Sister Helen, I saw- I saw…some things," the boy, Duo, answered lamely, looking down at his feet, nervous.
Sister Helen laughed softly and walked to a nearby chest. She returned a few seconds later with a brush in her hand. She walked behind Duo and started undoing the braid. He almost immediately relaxed under her soft, gentle hands.
"Sister Helen, I was walking and I went into this alley. The street light was flickering on and off but the images changed each time. First, it was just a plain alley with garbage. Then, it was a battle ground. There were huge machines and guns and dead people. And then, it was a palace and there were two boys on the doorstep, holding each other. And then it went back to the alley. I ran back here as fast as I could."
Sister Helen stayed quiet for a few moment, thinking. While she was thinking, the brush was gently taking out all the knots and combing the beautiful brown hair.
"Well, Duo. I think you should be very proud. You have just caught a glimpse at the future."
"The future? Am I the one in the battle ground? Or the one on the doorstep?"
"I don't know, Duo."
The pair stayed quiet for a long time, each in their own thoughts. Sister Helen sighed and finished re-braiding the small boy's hair.
"Well, Duo. I think you should just wait and find out. But in the meantime, I don't think it is a good idea to tell anyone about your…visions."
"Why?"
Sister Helen shook her head in sadness, "Some people don't want to believe that you see the future."
"Do you think I will see more of the future?"
"I don't know, Duo. But if you ever have any questions, I'm here for you."
"Will you always be here?"
Sister Helen shook her head again. "I'm sorry, Duo but I will not always be here. Now then, you need to go to bed. Remember, you have to go to school tomorrow."
Duo nodded, hugged Sister Helen goodnight and left her office. He walked to the boy's dormitory and climbed into bed, trying not to wake the other orphans. Duo laid in bed looking up at the ceiling, sighing. His mind was so wrapped around those visions that he couldn't even fall asleep.
He must have drifted off to sleep sometime because the next thing he knew, his eyes shot open to hear screaming outside of the boy's dormitory. He, along with a few other older orphans, got out of their bed and walked to the door. One boy, named Leon, walked boldly to the door and wrenched it open. The first thing the boys saw was Father Maxwell, his arms spread wide, trying to block the path to the boy's dorm. Behind Father Maxwell was a squad of soldiers, guns pointing at Father Maxwell. The orphan boys watched in mute horror as the soldiers open fired at Father Maxwell. The bullets struck his chest, arms, and legs, and he flew to the ground on his back. He looked, wide-eyed, up at the boys and whispered one word before he closed his eyes forever… 'Run.'
The soldiers stepped over Father Maxwell's body and into the boy's dorm. Duo and the other orphans had shrunk back to a far corner. The soldiers lifted their guns and pointed at the group of boys. Before any of them could react, Sister Helen jumped in front of the guns, facing the orphans. With a frantic voice, she told them to run as fast as they could. Before she could say more, her body was pelted with bullets from behind. The orphan boys jumped into action and scrambled as fast as they could. Duo jumped over one of the beds and sprinted out the door. Behind him, he could hear screams and bullets being fired but he didn't dare look behind him.
He ran outside of the church and jumped under one of the thorn bushes. Although the thorns scratched him, he climbed deeper into the bush. Once he was securely hidden, he sat and watched the church. He could hear muffled screams and bullets. He clenched his eyes shut trying to block out the sounds. Within five minutes, the screams had died down until there were no more sounds. The soldiers walked out of the church and shut the doors. They each took a torch and set the building on fire. Duo watched as his home burned to the ground along with the only family he had ever known. The soldiers left after the fire had died down, leaving only a few wooden beams and half-walls that were charred and crumbling. Once he was sure the soldiers were gone, Duo climbed out of his hiding place and walked glumly towards the burned down church. He walked through the rubble, looking for anything…a person, a belonging, some memory.
He started moving wooden beams and pieces of plaster and continued shuffling through the ruins. He finally became too exhausted to continue. He crouched on the balls of his feet and finally let the tears over come him. They poured out his eyes and landed softly on his broken home. After a few minutes, he composed himself but stayed crouched. Suddenly, to his right, an object stood out above the rubble. Duo stood up and walked over, moving a piece of a drawer to find a brush. The same brush that Sister Helen loved so much. The same brush that had ran through his hair just hours before. Duo's tears, once again, poured out and he clutched the brush close to his chest.
After a few more minutes, his mind told him that leaving this place would be the best idea. He walked a few feet away from the burned remains and then hesitated. He looked back, longingly at the church, wishing it had all been a nightmare. He turned and walked away from his home. His feet took over and lead him to the alley that he had been to before. He stood at the mouth of the alley, reluctant to go in. He finally got enough courage and entered the alley. The streetlight continued flickering but no images flashed. Duo sat down and leaned against the wall. He curled into a ball, holding his knees close with his hands. Reality finally hit him…he was alone. Completely alone. No one was going to look after him. Not Sister Helen. Or Father Maxwell. Or any of the other orphans. Duo Maxwell was alone.
OMG this is so angsty...but i'm kinda excited cause i plan on this one being long...like 17 chapters or so...The main song that i'm using as the names of the Chapters is Time by Sarah Mclachlan...hope you guys liked it too...if you did, please review so i can get the next chapter up...it will probably take me a long time cause i'm working REALLY hard on this story...and i still have to upload the next chapter in Fox's Den