Title: Shadow Games

By: KuroSakura-chan/KuroSakura (Depends on where you're reading)

Summary: Survivor's Guilt is considered a symptom of Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. When Heero looks at Duo, he thinks the definition is wrong.

Category: Gundam Wing

Genre: Angst,

Couples: 1X2, 3X4

Warnings: Yaoi, Character Death,

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing.

Please, please don't kill me for this.

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-Duo-

Waking was a difficult process for him. There were shooting pains behind his eyes, which reminded him of when he was first captured during the war. They sure beat the hell out of him then. Now, how did OZ catch him this time? Wait...OZ was gone...The war was over. It had been, for about a two years. He was living with Heero-What the hell happened?

The panic that welled up in his chest forced his eyes open, making him ignore the pain in his skull. And arms, and elsewhere, now that he thought about it. The sudden influx of sight brought all the sounds in the room to sharp focus.

Quatre.

Quatre was screaming.

He was screaming, and bleeding, and there were men on him, in him. Duo couldn't hold back the howl of anger at the sight of his friend lying on the floor, men having their sick, horrifying ways with him. The howl brought a few looks Duo's way, but most of them were disinterested, considering Duo was chained to a wall.

Nevertheless, he pulled at the chains, throwing his words at his captors, his friend's rapists. They simply ignored him, laughing at the futile struggles Duo was putting up. Quatre stopped screaming, simply sobbing. His throat was raw, Duo was sure. There were probably more reasons for it to be raw than simply screaming, but Duo's mind refused to acknowledge that train of thought, much more interested in continuing the attempt at escape and revenge.

When the last man had finished with Quatre and stood, neither Duo nor Quatre were making a sound. Quatre was in far too much pain to do much more than sob, and Duo had been cuffed across the face. He'd stopped screaming, though he still pulled against the chains when he managed to regain the energy expended at earlier attempts of escape. He couldn't pull his eyes away from Quatre's form, however. His mind supplied that it was like a train wreck-It's going to end horribly, but it still needs to be watched. Duo was less than interested in what his mind currently thought. Quatre didn't deserve that; he'd never done wrong. Duo was the one who deserved it, he was the one that survived when Solo died to the sickness, and was the only one to live when the Maxwell Church was destroyed, even though everyone who died was so much better than he-deserved to live more than he.

"All right, let's finish up, shall we?" One of the men said, obviously the leader. He pulled a gun from his waistband. "This is for what you did to our cause. I'm not going to explain my anger, because it'll be wasted on two dead men." He took aim at Quatre, who stared at him blankly. Duo could see that he welcomed any end to the pain. He wished he could've stopped this from happening to someone so pure and good.

Still, Duo didn't think the man would pull the trigger. They never did, after all. The cavalry always arrived just in the nick of time, or someone turned against the boss, or something—The shot tore Duo's mind away from all the movies he'd seen in his lifetime, his violet eyes widening in horror as he stared at the corpse that used to be his friend.

A scream bubbled up from the depths of his soul, black as it was, and tore through his lips, splitting the air. It didn't matter that his throat was already ripped to shreds from his earlier screams, this one was the loudest and longest yet. It was filled with all the pain that Duo could muster, having just watched one of his best friends die, unable to do a thing to save him.

Duo's eyes were sightless save to Quatre, his ears unable to hear anything but all the admonishments from inside of his mind for being unable to save another person he gave a damn about. So even though Heero knelt before him, he couldn't see him, couldn't hear the shouts to stop. His arms being released from the shackles finally woke him up to the world again, along with the fact that he couldn't scream any longer. He collapsed against Heero, sobs racking his body. It wasn't long before darkness claimed him again.

A/N: Please don't kill me! I wrote this up at 2:14 am, but I had gotten the idea from listening to Tokio Hotel's "Don't Jump" while in a van for 8 hours on a trip to Chicago. Yes, it was a long trip. Of course, it was 4 hours there, 4 hours back, so yeah...Anyway, forgive me for some mistakes, I needed to type it before I tried to sleep, because there's no way in hell that my mind every lets me do anything when I have something on it. So, yeah, let me know what you think, ok?

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-Heero-