Troubles

By Lolo Winner

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or anything else besides my clothes and my stereo, and a few other items.



He left the clinic. Crumpling up the test results he threw them in the nearest trashcan. So this was it? The last thing he expected now was the inevitable. He, a recognized soldier; he, who had survived so many battles, so many struggles; he, was dying.

He wasn't dying in the way he thought he would; not an old man in his bed, not even a young man with a note next to him explaining why there was blood splattered on the wall behind him. He would die diseased and shamed.

How though? He asked this question as he slowly walked home, trying to postpone his arrive. How could this of happened? How when he had been true? The answer made him both scared and angry. If he wasn't cheating- than his partner was.

Trying to contain the rush of emotions from that realization he continued down the street, still deep in thought. He knew what this meant. He wasn't going to hide from the fact that now, not only he, but his partner, would die.

There's no cure. This truth echoed in his head. Only ways to postpone the inevitable, to make life last longer, to be less painful. The end, however, held death.

How many others? - A new thing to think about- how many others had he infected before him? There were more, weren't they? No, he wouldn't assume that he was going with a slut.

Turning the corner, he started up the steps to the apartment they shared. He climbed to the third story, but didn't go in. He stood outside, staring at the door, trying to think of what he would say. He ran his hand though his short brunette hair and looked at the ceiling. He let a sigh escape. He couldn't stay outside all night.

Shakily he opened the door. His lover looked up from his spot on the couch, strategically place in front of the television. "Hey, you're late. Where were ya?"

"Doctor." He mumbled.

"Why? You aren't sick are ya?"

He crossed the combined entry and kitchen to the adjacent sitting room. "Something like that Duo."

"I'm I going to have to squeeze every sentence from you or are you going to tell me?" He asked, slightly angered.

"I'm not the only one."

"Huh?"

"You've got it to, I know it."

"What the hell are you talking about? You aren't making sense Heero."

He looked up at him, their eyes locking. "AIDS" He said, watching as his partner's cobalt blue eyes went wide, and all of the color drained from his face.





Author's Note: Well that's it. Sorry, but I'm not going to continue with this story. I attempted too, but I did not like the way it was going. The original idea in this was for it to end right there anyways. Because it did stop so suddenly I feel like I should explain a few things:

The message in this story is NOT don't be gay, but don't sleep around. I believe that sex is sacred and should be held off on until marriage. I feel very strongly about this, and tend to make it the overall moral of many of my stories. If you don't feel the same way I do (hum… maybe you should be reading 'when lighting strikes twice' instead) please AT LEAST use protection and again DON'T sleep around. Look what happened to our two heroes when Duo did.

Okay enough preaching for one night. Again, I would like to thank all of you for reading my story (PLEASE REVIEW FLAMES ARE OKAY BY ME!) especially May, who always takes the time to read my stories, and give very thoughtful review. Thanks girl, you rock.