Title: Alternate Reality
Warnings: Yaoi, bloodshed (and lots of it), strong language, angst (Later…), General insanity.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, but I DO own Shinigami the cat and Duo's pikachu plushie if they show up in this fic.
The characters Vitani Desdemona D'Solo, Andy D'Solo, Teal Zevan D'Solo, Dro X, Calou Kernond Varnique, and Xavier D'Solo are © Me. Please don't steal. It shall reduce my happiness drastically.
Duo's flushed face appeared across the cracked screen of the intercom. Through the smoke that had started seeping into the cockpit, Heero was dimly aware of a face that had once bore a lop-sided smile was snarling at him from the Deathscythe mobile suit. An expression of extreme anger lingered over him.
"I REFUSE to let you self destruct again! It was bad enough the first time! I…'we' nearly lost you!" the pilot quickly corrected himself, not noticing the blush that crept over his cheeks even in the most serious of situations.
Sparks and hisses were issuing from the control panels of Heero's gundam. It didn't look to be in a very pleasant condition. His hand hovered over the self detonation device as he calmly listened to Duo's ranting from the screen.
"It's either you or me. There are too many." Outside, Nataku was doing it's best to fight off the attacking OZ suits. Trowa and Quatre were infiltrating the base to obtain important data, and had run late. During their delay, a new troop of enemy mobile suits had invaded, leaving the three Gundams in deep shit.
"But you'll DIE!" Duo was frantic. He stood up, forgetting completely about the situation he was in – a battlefield of the most violent sorts – and glared at Heero. His eyes were shining with anger, and the iris had shrunk to a small purple globe in his white eye. His expression was a mingle of anger and concern, desperation tainting his face through his eyebrows position.
"Then so be it." Heero replied calmly, positioning his finger on the smooth surface of the button which would make the Wing Zero explode and end the turmoil of fighting mobile suits quicker than the three of them would be able to do by hand.
"Never. I'm not letting you." Duo looked at him pleadingly, but his expression went cold again as he was rejected with a sharp death glare from Heero.
"My Gundam is damaged. It's better that I go." And if he didn't, it'd leave a blotch on his perfect record. And what's a perfect soldier without a perfect record taken with him to the grave? Not much in Heero's opinion. Without any further word, he raised his finger to impact with the detonation device.
But Duo was quicker.
During the time that Heero had briefly looked up to make sure all enemy suits were within range, Duo had picked up his own detonation device. And pressed down on the button. Hard.
Heero's eyes went wide and his pupil shrunk as the screen showed him an explosion of blinding light. Looking out of his window, he could see the energy released from the destruction of Deathscythe blasting it's way across to the enemy suits, and they were destroyed, cleanly, and effortlessly. Even the ones who weren't in very close range. Heero could say nothing except one thing.
"Fuck."
He didn't want to think about what the explosion would have done to Duo. Wufei had halted, completely unaware of the scheming that had been going on while he was combating. The Chinese pilot stared at the splinters that remained in the ash-streaked pit where the late Deathscythe had been.
"No…"
The battlefield was silent. Only the smoke from remaining circuit boards and metal disturbed it as the gases rose into the air in short fizzes. Flung about twenty meters from where Deathscythe had been, was a twisted body. The leg was bent back and twisted up at an odd angle. Blood spewed from the partially severed left arm and soot covered the hidden face.
Without thinking straight, Heero was out of the Wing Zero, and was tearing through scrap metal and dirt to reach the black-clad body on the ground. A pool of blood was steadily increasing in area, gathering sand and dust as it spread. But Duo was still breathing, though with much difficulty. It was only a matter of seconds before Heero skidded to a halt beside the dying pilot, sinking to his knees in his companions blood.
"Duo…" Duo coughed painfully, drawing a shallow breath and opening one eye to look unsteadily at Heero beside him.
"Told you I wouldn't let you…self destruct" Duo coughed out as he tried moving his arms and legs to no avail.
"Hey man…I can't feel my arm." Duo chuckled unconvincingly, gasping in pain in effect. He attempted to look down at the rest of his mutilated body, but his head couldn't move.
"Ahh..my neck.." Heeros eyes strayed to the body part in question, and froze. Impaled through his usually slender neck was a shredded piece of Gundam, cutting through the extreme right of his throat. There were severed blood vessels and tendons, and blood was spewing in steady gushes with every breath heaved. Duo saw the expression that struck Heero's otherwise blank face and whimpered pathetically where he lay.
"…I'm going to die?" he whispered in a quiet voice, touched with fear. Heero looked away from the bloodied face and looked at the ground. Slowly, he let his head confirm the statement in a swift nod. Duo gave a pitiful imitation of a calm sigh.
"Seems the braided ones were…the ones to f- first…Heh…" he forced himself to say in a mock cheerful tone. Heero managed a weak smile and nodded again. Duet had passed away not too long before in a failed mission. They all missed Duet…she'd been a big part in keeping their spirits up. Each one of the male pilots would always go to Duet if there was something they needed to have sorted out. She was like a sister to them. But now she was gone…
…and it wasn't long before Duo would join her.
"M-my braid…" Duo choked, coughing up a stream of blood that dribbled down from the corner of his mouth.
"It's fine, Duo." And it was true. The long chestnut braid that cascaded from the pilots injured head was intact, covered in blood and ashes, but it wasn't damaged. Duo managed another smile, and swallowed a new wave of blood that was sneaking its way up his throat. Time was running short. He could feel every part of his body starting to fail, and his vital signs dim.
"Heero?" Heero looked up from the ground to watch the clouded violet eyes in front of him. He was fighting off tears by this time, and choked back a sob when Duo's hand clasped his own weakly. A piece of cold metal was caught between their palms, a long chain cascading through their fingers.
"Will it..hurt?" Duo's voice was fading rapidly. Heero bit down on his lip and shook his head. Salt was stinging his eyes and liquid was blurring his vision slightly, but he made no effort to correct it.
"It feels like falling, Duo…" The Deathscythe pilot smiled and his eyelids began to drift shut. Heero could feel the hand he held relaxing, the tensed muscles losing life.
"Aa…Heero…I…" He wasn't given the chance to finish.Duo's hand slipped quietly out of Heero's grip, leaving the cross suspended on the thin chain caught on Heero's fingers. All in one second, his eyes went dull and lifeless, and his breathing slowed to a halt. Last to stop was his heart. It beat one final time in a feeble attempt to keep the body going, but failed in the last second.
Duo was dead.
Heero let his hand drift across the sleeping face of his friend, and shut the lifeless eyes for the last time. Tears were flowing silently from his eyes as he whispered in a choked voice.
"Duo…"
But Duo had already started falling.
TBC
A/N: Confusing…? Ah, well, it'll all be cleared up in the next chapter I hope ^^ I have a tendency to start stories out as sad ¬¬ It's a curse I tell you! If you're wondering about the title..well..I guess I could tell you that in this story, death leads to an alternate reality…*goes starry eyed and wanders off*
Shinigami: Hai…this is gonna be one long and confuzzling fic…*Grieving tone of voice*
Kame: Wanna play QuakeIII?
Shinigami: 'kay.
Warnings: Yaoi, bloodshed (and lots of it), strong language, angst (Later…), General insanity.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, but I DO own Shinigami the cat and Duo's pikachu plushie if they show up in this fic.
The characters Vitani Desdemona D'Solo, Andy D'Solo, Teal Zevan D'Solo, Dro X, Calou Kernond Varnique, and Xavier D'Solo are © Me. Please don't steal. It shall reduce my happiness drastically.
Duo's flushed face appeared across the cracked screen of the intercom. Through the smoke that had started seeping into the cockpit, Heero was dimly aware of a face that had once bore a lop-sided smile was snarling at him from the Deathscythe mobile suit. An expression of extreme anger lingered over him.
"I REFUSE to let you self destruct again! It was bad enough the first time! I…'we' nearly lost you!" the pilot quickly corrected himself, not noticing the blush that crept over his cheeks even in the most serious of situations.
Sparks and hisses were issuing from the control panels of Heero's gundam. It didn't look to be in a very pleasant condition. His hand hovered over the self detonation device as he calmly listened to Duo's ranting from the screen.
"It's either you or me. There are too many." Outside, Nataku was doing it's best to fight off the attacking OZ suits. Trowa and Quatre were infiltrating the base to obtain important data, and had run late. During their delay, a new troop of enemy mobile suits had invaded, leaving the three Gundams in deep shit.
"But you'll DIE!" Duo was frantic. He stood up, forgetting completely about the situation he was in – a battlefield of the most violent sorts – and glared at Heero. His eyes were shining with anger, and the iris had shrunk to a small purple globe in his white eye. His expression was a mingle of anger and concern, desperation tainting his face through his eyebrows position.
"Then so be it." Heero replied calmly, positioning his finger on the smooth surface of the button which would make the Wing Zero explode and end the turmoil of fighting mobile suits quicker than the three of them would be able to do by hand.
"Never. I'm not letting you." Duo looked at him pleadingly, but his expression went cold again as he was rejected with a sharp death glare from Heero.
"My Gundam is damaged. It's better that I go." And if he didn't, it'd leave a blotch on his perfect record. And what's a perfect soldier without a perfect record taken with him to the grave? Not much in Heero's opinion. Without any further word, he raised his finger to impact with the detonation device.
But Duo was quicker.
During the time that Heero had briefly looked up to make sure all enemy suits were within range, Duo had picked up his own detonation device. And pressed down on the button. Hard.
Heero's eyes went wide and his pupil shrunk as the screen showed him an explosion of blinding light. Looking out of his window, he could see the energy released from the destruction of Deathscythe blasting it's way across to the enemy suits, and they were destroyed, cleanly, and effortlessly. Even the ones who weren't in very close range. Heero could say nothing except one thing.
"Fuck."
He didn't want to think about what the explosion would have done to Duo. Wufei had halted, completely unaware of the scheming that had been going on while he was combating. The Chinese pilot stared at the splinters that remained in the ash-streaked pit where the late Deathscythe had been.
"No…"
The battlefield was silent. Only the smoke from remaining circuit boards and metal disturbed it as the gases rose into the air in short fizzes. Flung about twenty meters from where Deathscythe had been, was a twisted body. The leg was bent back and twisted up at an odd angle. Blood spewed from the partially severed left arm and soot covered the hidden face.
Without thinking straight, Heero was out of the Wing Zero, and was tearing through scrap metal and dirt to reach the black-clad body on the ground. A pool of blood was steadily increasing in area, gathering sand and dust as it spread. But Duo was still breathing, though with much difficulty. It was only a matter of seconds before Heero skidded to a halt beside the dying pilot, sinking to his knees in his companions blood.
"Duo…" Duo coughed painfully, drawing a shallow breath and opening one eye to look unsteadily at Heero beside him.
"Told you I wouldn't let you…self destruct" Duo coughed out as he tried moving his arms and legs to no avail.
"Hey man…I can't feel my arm." Duo chuckled unconvincingly, gasping in pain in effect. He attempted to look down at the rest of his mutilated body, but his head couldn't move.
"Ahh..my neck.." Heeros eyes strayed to the body part in question, and froze. Impaled through his usually slender neck was a shredded piece of Gundam, cutting through the extreme right of his throat. There were severed blood vessels and tendons, and blood was spewing in steady gushes with every breath heaved. Duo saw the expression that struck Heero's otherwise blank face and whimpered pathetically where he lay.
"…I'm going to die?" he whispered in a quiet voice, touched with fear. Heero looked away from the bloodied face and looked at the ground. Slowly, he let his head confirm the statement in a swift nod. Duo gave a pitiful imitation of a calm sigh.
"Seems the braided ones were…the ones to f- first…Heh…" he forced himself to say in a mock cheerful tone. Heero managed a weak smile and nodded again. Duet had passed away not too long before in a failed mission. They all missed Duet…she'd been a big part in keeping their spirits up. Each one of the male pilots would always go to Duet if there was something they needed to have sorted out. She was like a sister to them. But now she was gone…
…and it wasn't long before Duo would join her.
"M-my braid…" Duo choked, coughing up a stream of blood that dribbled down from the corner of his mouth.
"It's fine, Duo." And it was true. The long chestnut braid that cascaded from the pilots injured head was intact, covered in blood and ashes, but it wasn't damaged. Duo managed another smile, and swallowed a new wave of blood that was sneaking its way up his throat. Time was running short. He could feel every part of his body starting to fail, and his vital signs dim.
"Heero?" Heero looked up from the ground to watch the clouded violet eyes in front of him. He was fighting off tears by this time, and choked back a sob when Duo's hand clasped his own weakly. A piece of cold metal was caught between their palms, a long chain cascading through their fingers.
"Will it..hurt?" Duo's voice was fading rapidly. Heero bit down on his lip and shook his head. Salt was stinging his eyes and liquid was blurring his vision slightly, but he made no effort to correct it.
"It feels like falling, Duo…" The Deathscythe pilot smiled and his eyelids began to drift shut. Heero could feel the hand he held relaxing, the tensed muscles losing life.
"Aa…Heero…I…" He wasn't given the chance to finish.Duo's hand slipped quietly out of Heero's grip, leaving the cross suspended on the thin chain caught on Heero's fingers. All in one second, his eyes went dull and lifeless, and his breathing slowed to a halt. Last to stop was his heart. It beat one final time in a feeble attempt to keep the body going, but failed in the last second.
Duo was dead.
Heero let his hand drift across the sleeping face of his friend, and shut the lifeless eyes for the last time. Tears were flowing silently from his eyes as he whispered in a choked voice.
"Duo…"
But Duo had already started falling.
TBC
A/N: Confusing…? Ah, well, it'll all be cleared up in the next chapter I hope ^^ I have a tendency to start stories out as sad ¬¬ It's a curse I tell you! If you're wondering about the title..well..I guess I could tell you that in this story, death leads to an alternate reality…*goes starry eyed and wanders off*
Shinigami: Hai…this is gonna be one long and confuzzling fic…*Grieving tone of voice*
Kame: Wanna play QuakeIII?
Shinigami: 'kay.