Cracked Reflections Prologue/5+ Epilogue & Prologue
Through the Glass
Rating: R
Series: Gundam Wing
Genre: AU/Angst
Pairings: Can you guess? O.o;; Really. Think about it a
little...
Spoilers: Yes, but only of you can recognize the changes.
(Can't say more or I'll ruin the story.)
Warnings: Yaoi, Angst, AU in a weird way, violence, death
By Moon Faery
Archived: (eventually at) Moon Faery's Garden
(http://www.geocities.com/moon_faerys_garden/); FFN
(http://www.fanfiction.net); Kiss of Death [my new site!]
(http://www.angelfire.com/gundam/kissofdeath/); anywhere
else that asks nicely.
Disclaimer: A statement created solely to save one's ass
from becoming lawn for the proverbial legal mower. I do not
own Gundam Wing, nor does anyone I know own it. However,
this story line and plot are MINE. (Holds fic close to
her.) Grrrr....
Author Notes: It looks almost like a re-play of "It's a
Wonderful Life"... But I know that it can't be, because
I've never seen the movie. And I intend to keep it that
way. (grin)
*** AC 195 ***
Duo slid out of bed carefully, moving slowing to avoid
disturbing the sleeping body next to him. Heero moved in
his sleep, snuggling up against Duo's pillow and wincing as
the bandages on his ribs tugged the wound. Brushing his
bangs out of his face, Duo walked across the room and sat
at the vanity, heedless of his nudity. His hair swept out
behind him like a silky cloak, dancing across his thighs
and tickling the back of his knees. It had been in the room
when they'd rented the apartment, and neither had found the
time to remove it. He stared into the mirror on it, eyes
huge and dark in his pale face, Behind him, Heero stirred
again, shifting the sheets enough that Duo could see the
blood begin to seep its way through the bandages.
The last mission he'd been sent on had gone sour.
Everything from Gundam malfunctions to obvious sabotage had
made it rank up on the list of their worst ventures yet,
even worse than the time Heero had taken out that ship-load
of pacifists. And, as usual, his lover had been right in
the middle of it all, earning himself several broken bones,
a minor concussion and a gash along his side and rib cage
that was bound to leave one hell of a scar.
They'd patched him up as best as they could, but it was
no substitute for a real doctor and a clean hospital. Heero
had insisted that he was fine, but Duo saw the way he moved
carefully and grimaced when he thought no one was looking.
His love was seriously injured, and he couldn't do a thing
to help other than watch and hope.
But they were all starting to have problems. More than
once he'd had to spend the night in Quatre's bed,
comforting the blonde when he woke up screaming with the
horrors. A week ago Wufei's knee started to make disturbing
cracking sounds, and now he limped on it occasionally.
Everyday Trowa found it harder to make those amazing flips
of his, and Duo himself had long since stopped counting his
own aches and war injuries. Most of them he didn't even
remember getting; for all he knew, they could have been
from his childhood on L2.
They were old- old at fifteen and getting older with
every battle, every blown building, every innocent life
lost because of what they fought for. 'Even the OZ soldiers
don't deserve to die in this God forsaken war,' he thought
ruefully, still staring himself in the eyes. 'Hell, most of
them are just trying to feed their families. At least we've
got a cause. They just get a paycheck.'
It was all because the first Heero Yuy'd been
assassinated. If he hadn't have died, the war never would
have happened.
"Damnit all," he whispered, reaching out his right hand
to brush the reflection's left one. "Just this once, I wish
I could change the past... Just this once..."
***
Through the Glass
Rating: R
Series: Gundam Wing
Genre: AU/Angst
Pairings: Can you guess? O.o;; Really. Think about it a
little...
Spoilers: Yes, but only of you can recognize the changes.
(Can't say more or I'll ruin the story.)
Warnings: Yaoi, Angst, AU in a weird way, violence, death
By Moon Faery
Archived: (eventually at) Moon Faery's Garden
(http://www.geocities.com/moon_faerys_garden/); FFN
(http://www.fanfiction.net); Kiss of Death [my new site!]
(http://www.angelfire.com/gundam/kissofdeath/); anywhere
else that asks nicely.
Disclaimer: A statement created solely to save one's ass
from becoming lawn for the proverbial legal mower. I do not
own Gundam Wing, nor does anyone I know own it. However,
this story line and plot are MINE. (Holds fic close to
her.) Grrrr....
Author Notes: It looks almost like a re-play of "It's a
Wonderful Life"... But I know that it can't be, because
I've never seen the movie. And I intend to keep it that
way. (grin)
*** AC 195 ***
Duo slid out of bed carefully, moving slowing to avoid
disturbing the sleeping body next to him. Heero moved in
his sleep, snuggling up against Duo's pillow and wincing as
the bandages on his ribs tugged the wound. Brushing his
bangs out of his face, Duo walked across the room and sat
at the vanity, heedless of his nudity. His hair swept out
behind him like a silky cloak, dancing across his thighs
and tickling the back of his knees. It had been in the room
when they'd rented the apartment, and neither had found the
time to remove it. He stared into the mirror on it, eyes
huge and dark in his pale face, Behind him, Heero stirred
again, shifting the sheets enough that Duo could see the
blood begin to seep its way through the bandages.
The last mission he'd been sent on had gone sour.
Everything from Gundam malfunctions to obvious sabotage had
made it rank up on the list of their worst ventures yet,
even worse than the time Heero had taken out that ship-load
of pacifists. And, as usual, his lover had been right in
the middle of it all, earning himself several broken bones,
a minor concussion and a gash along his side and rib cage
that was bound to leave one hell of a scar.
They'd patched him up as best as they could, but it was
no substitute for a real doctor and a clean hospital. Heero
had insisted that he was fine, but Duo saw the way he moved
carefully and grimaced when he thought no one was looking.
His love was seriously injured, and he couldn't do a thing
to help other than watch and hope.
But they were all starting to have problems. More than
once he'd had to spend the night in Quatre's bed,
comforting the blonde when he woke up screaming with the
horrors. A week ago Wufei's knee started to make disturbing
cracking sounds, and now he limped on it occasionally.
Everyday Trowa found it harder to make those amazing flips
of his, and Duo himself had long since stopped counting his
own aches and war injuries. Most of them he didn't even
remember getting; for all he knew, they could have been
from his childhood on L2.
They were old- old at fifteen and getting older with
every battle, every blown building, every innocent life
lost because of what they fought for. 'Even the OZ soldiers
don't deserve to die in this God forsaken war,' he thought
ruefully, still staring himself in the eyes. 'Hell, most of
them are just trying to feed their families. At least we've
got a cause. They just get a paycheck.'
It was all because the first Heero Yuy'd been
assassinated. If he hadn't have died, the war never would
have happened.
"Damnit all," he whispered, reaching out his right hand
to brush the reflection's left one. "Just this once, I wish
I could change the past... Just this once..."
***