Why the Sky is Crying
Konnichiwa! I'm finally back! My computer is all fixed now! I'm so so so proud of myself because, well I'm the only one who cared enough to fix the poor thing. Any way, this is not my first story, but this is my first comeback post so to all you first timers here I'll let you in on a very big secret....my other stories suck big time. I reread them recently I they are all currently under revision majorly. Anywho lets get on with the show!
Warnings: Language, Violence, Lots and Lots of angst, and later on I'll be dealing with issues such as rape and abuse.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or Sailor Moon, oh well, their loss....*evil laughter*
Prologue: Songfic: Song: Hmmmmm....I wrote it down somewhere, darn it I'd lose my head if it wasn't attached!, I don't own it either
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When I reach to hold you I'll still be alone
When I hear the ringing of the telephone
I think it is you
It will not be true
********
A slim figure stared up at a towering humanoid machine of black, silver, and green. A delicate, pale hand rested against the cool metal of Gundam Deathscythe. Amethyst eyes clouded over with memories.
"Duo?" a hesitant voice asked, jolting the young man from his thoughts. Duo Maxwell whirled around, chestnut, hip length braid whipping around. The blonde Arabian behind him studied him with worried ocean colored eyes. Duo flashed a grin and flicked his braid over his shoulder.
"Q-ball! Whacha' doing!?" the chestnut haired young man asked enthusiastically. The worry faded from the blonde's eyes. Suddenly, a grin appeared on the young blondes face, a mischievous glint in his expressive eyes.
" I know where Heero and Wufei are hiding," Quatre Rababera Winner stated in an innocent voice, smiling widely as a smirk appeared on Duo's face. This was going to be interesting.
********
I know why the river runs
To a place somewhere far away
I know why the sky is crying
When there aren't any words to say
********
Duo rechecked his bags for a third time, whistling a tune under his breath. He had decided that a disappearance right now would tactful and healthy. He had a feeling that Mr. Heero "Perfect Soldier" Yuy and Mr. Wufei "Stick so far up my ass I can taste bark" Chang would like to have several private conversations with him in a day or two. So, for the sake of continued health, Duo decided to take a trip back to L2. Too bad he couldn't stay to see the expressions on their faces. Duo sighed in disappointment, oh well.
The chestnut haired teen began to whistle again when his fingers brushed against a wooden box. Duo froze.
Carefully, he removed the small, carved wooden box form the tangle of clothing that consisted of packing for him. He didn't remember putting the box into the bag; it was almost automatic to take it with him. Duo brushed his fingers against the carving along the top and closed pain filled amethyst eyes. A tear slid down a pale cheek.
"Big brother," Duo whispered as he opened the lid, allowing memories to engulf him. He could never forget.
********
I could play the message that you left me
I can hear your voice and I could still believe
That you will soon be home
But you will never come
********
"Gone to L2 for health reasons, be back soon. Duo," Trowa read the note Heero and Wufei had found on the kitchen table earlier that day while on a quest for revenge upon the mischievous pilot 02. Trowa chuckled to himself, "Health reasons, how very apt." Heero and Wufei were out for blood this time. In his own way, Duo helped his fellow pilots cope with the stress of war. His comrades didn't really see it that way, though.
Wufei had woken up to find his hair in three pink bows, hairsprayed and gelled into standing straight up with the tips died pink. Not to mention the rather intense shade of "Relena" pink his room had suddenly transformed to.
Heero had been greeted by similar circumstances as well as a taunting doodle of a chibi-Duo with a scythe and bat wings painted directly over his bed. Heero had not been pleased. Strangely he had been more upset over the fact that his braided comrade had been able to sneak up on him than over the prank itself.
Trowa inwardly sighed and set the note back onto the counter. Things would be unnaturally quiet for the next week or so.
********
I know why the river runs
To a place somewhere far away
I know why the sky is crying
When there aren't any words to say
********
A small, slender young man with a hip length chestnut braid and wide amethyst eyes strolled down the streets of Colony L2. He was dressed completely in black; his outfit resembled a priest's garb.
Duo Maxwell seemed completely out of place in the war torn streets of L2. His neatly braided hair and clean clothing didn't fit into the background of grungy storefronts and crumbling buildings. That is until you noted how he moved. Calm, self assured, and deadly. The young man was left alone despite his appearance of an easy target. The people of L2 knew a predator when they saw one.
Duo Maxwell continued on down the street, whistling a cheerful tune, seemingly oblivious to the world around him. The violet-eyed teen smiled to himself, " It's nice to be back," he thought as he wandered on.
********
There's a silence that I don't want to hear
There's a hole where my heart used to be
They say that healing comes in time
But I don't know what that means
********
A light breeze blew across the top of a barren hill. The remnants of a building could be seen next to a giant tree at the crest of the hill. The breeze blew harder, ruffling the unruly bangs of a solemn, violet-eyed teenager.
Duo tucked a stray strand of hair behind his ear. Slowly, the teen ascended the hill, slender body bending against the increasing wind. Dust swirled in miniature tornadoes around the chestnut haired teens feet.
He paused beside the tree, allowing the fragrance of the cherry blossoms to surround him. Slowly he turned to face the three headstones sheltered beneath the enveloping branches of the Sakura tree.
********
I lie here for so long
But you will never come
********
Tears filled violet amethyst eyes and threatened to spill over. "I won't cry, I won't," the sixteen year old whispered fiercely, "I swore I wouldn't," the teen said, voice braking as he fell to his knees.
There were three head stones. One was for Father Maxwell, the priest of the Church that had once stood at the top of the hill. The second was for Sister Helen who ran the orphanage in conjunction with the Church.
The chestnut haired figure closed his eyes in pain at the memory of that horrible night when blood ran and stones crumbled. It had been rightly name the Maxwell Church Massacre. Tears slid down ivory cheeks as violet eyes opened to look at the third and final marker.
" Duo Maxwell, Loving Brother and Friend, Rest well Shinigami." Slender fingers traced the words carved into the stoned. More tears fell. A small, slim figure kneeled in front of three gravestones and cried out his soul.
" I miss you, brother," the young teenager whispered brokenly, Amethyst eyes clouded with a soul deep pain.
********
I know why the river runs
To a place somewhere far away
I know why the sky is crying
When there aren't any words to say
********
End Prologue.
Well? What to y'all think? Review, review, review!! Try and guess who is masquerading as Duo-chan and don't get on a high horse, do you really think I would be evil enough to leave the Real Duo dead? Oh, sorry for the lack of SM characters.........hmmmmmmmmm now was the chapter completely devoid of SM characters? I don't why don't y'all tell me...*evil smirk*
Oh and by the way, Chapter one will be out tomorrow, I was going to put it in with the prologue, but I loved the cliffhanger too much. Luv ya! Ja ne!
Konnichiwa! I'm finally back! My computer is all fixed now! I'm so so so proud of myself because, well I'm the only one who cared enough to fix the poor thing. Any way, this is not my first story, but this is my first comeback post so to all you first timers here I'll let you in on a very big secret....my other stories suck big time. I reread them recently I they are all currently under revision majorly. Anywho lets get on with the show!
Warnings: Language, Violence, Lots and Lots of angst, and later on I'll be dealing with issues such as rape and abuse.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or Sailor Moon, oh well, their loss....*evil laughter*
Prologue: Songfic: Song: Hmmmmm....I wrote it down somewhere, darn it I'd lose my head if it wasn't attached!, I don't own it either
********
When I reach to hold you I'll still be alone
When I hear the ringing of the telephone
I think it is you
It will not be true
********
A slim figure stared up at a towering humanoid machine of black, silver, and green. A delicate, pale hand rested against the cool metal of Gundam Deathscythe. Amethyst eyes clouded over with memories.
"Duo?" a hesitant voice asked, jolting the young man from his thoughts. Duo Maxwell whirled around, chestnut, hip length braid whipping around. The blonde Arabian behind him studied him with worried ocean colored eyes. Duo flashed a grin and flicked his braid over his shoulder.
"Q-ball! Whacha' doing!?" the chestnut haired young man asked enthusiastically. The worry faded from the blonde's eyes. Suddenly, a grin appeared on the young blondes face, a mischievous glint in his expressive eyes.
" I know where Heero and Wufei are hiding," Quatre Rababera Winner stated in an innocent voice, smiling widely as a smirk appeared on Duo's face. This was going to be interesting.
********
I know why the river runs
To a place somewhere far away
I know why the sky is crying
When there aren't any words to say
********
Duo rechecked his bags for a third time, whistling a tune under his breath. He had decided that a disappearance right now would tactful and healthy. He had a feeling that Mr. Heero "Perfect Soldier" Yuy and Mr. Wufei "Stick so far up my ass I can taste bark" Chang would like to have several private conversations with him in a day or two. So, for the sake of continued health, Duo decided to take a trip back to L2. Too bad he couldn't stay to see the expressions on their faces. Duo sighed in disappointment, oh well.
The chestnut haired teen began to whistle again when his fingers brushed against a wooden box. Duo froze.
Carefully, he removed the small, carved wooden box form the tangle of clothing that consisted of packing for him. He didn't remember putting the box into the bag; it was almost automatic to take it with him. Duo brushed his fingers against the carving along the top and closed pain filled amethyst eyes. A tear slid down a pale cheek.
"Big brother," Duo whispered as he opened the lid, allowing memories to engulf him. He could never forget.
********
I could play the message that you left me
I can hear your voice and I could still believe
That you will soon be home
But you will never come
********
"Gone to L2 for health reasons, be back soon. Duo," Trowa read the note Heero and Wufei had found on the kitchen table earlier that day while on a quest for revenge upon the mischievous pilot 02. Trowa chuckled to himself, "Health reasons, how very apt." Heero and Wufei were out for blood this time. In his own way, Duo helped his fellow pilots cope with the stress of war. His comrades didn't really see it that way, though.
Wufei had woken up to find his hair in three pink bows, hairsprayed and gelled into standing straight up with the tips died pink. Not to mention the rather intense shade of "Relena" pink his room had suddenly transformed to.
Heero had been greeted by similar circumstances as well as a taunting doodle of a chibi-Duo with a scythe and bat wings painted directly over his bed. Heero had not been pleased. Strangely he had been more upset over the fact that his braided comrade had been able to sneak up on him than over the prank itself.
Trowa inwardly sighed and set the note back onto the counter. Things would be unnaturally quiet for the next week or so.
********
I know why the river runs
To a place somewhere far away
I know why the sky is crying
When there aren't any words to say
********
A small, slender young man with a hip length chestnut braid and wide amethyst eyes strolled down the streets of Colony L2. He was dressed completely in black; his outfit resembled a priest's garb.
Duo Maxwell seemed completely out of place in the war torn streets of L2. His neatly braided hair and clean clothing didn't fit into the background of grungy storefronts and crumbling buildings. That is until you noted how he moved. Calm, self assured, and deadly. The young man was left alone despite his appearance of an easy target. The people of L2 knew a predator when they saw one.
Duo Maxwell continued on down the street, whistling a cheerful tune, seemingly oblivious to the world around him. The violet-eyed teen smiled to himself, " It's nice to be back," he thought as he wandered on.
********
There's a silence that I don't want to hear
There's a hole where my heart used to be
They say that healing comes in time
But I don't know what that means
********
A light breeze blew across the top of a barren hill. The remnants of a building could be seen next to a giant tree at the crest of the hill. The breeze blew harder, ruffling the unruly bangs of a solemn, violet-eyed teenager.
Duo tucked a stray strand of hair behind his ear. Slowly, the teen ascended the hill, slender body bending against the increasing wind. Dust swirled in miniature tornadoes around the chestnut haired teens feet.
He paused beside the tree, allowing the fragrance of the cherry blossoms to surround him. Slowly he turned to face the three headstones sheltered beneath the enveloping branches of the Sakura tree.
********
I lie here for so long
But you will never come
********
Tears filled violet amethyst eyes and threatened to spill over. "I won't cry, I won't," the sixteen year old whispered fiercely, "I swore I wouldn't," the teen said, voice braking as he fell to his knees.
There were three head stones. One was for Father Maxwell, the priest of the Church that had once stood at the top of the hill. The second was for Sister Helen who ran the orphanage in conjunction with the Church.
The chestnut haired figure closed his eyes in pain at the memory of that horrible night when blood ran and stones crumbled. It had been rightly name the Maxwell Church Massacre. Tears slid down ivory cheeks as violet eyes opened to look at the third and final marker.
" Duo Maxwell, Loving Brother and Friend, Rest well Shinigami." Slender fingers traced the words carved into the stoned. More tears fell. A small, slim figure kneeled in front of three gravestones and cried out his soul.
" I miss you, brother," the young teenager whispered brokenly, Amethyst eyes clouded with a soul deep pain.
********
I know why the river runs
To a place somewhere far away
I know why the sky is crying
When there aren't any words to say
********
End Prologue.
Well? What to y'all think? Review, review, review!! Try and guess who is masquerading as Duo-chan and don't get on a high horse, do you really think I would be evil enough to leave the Real Duo dead? Oh, sorry for the lack of SM characters.........hmmmmmmmmm now was the chapter completely devoid of SM characters? I don't why don't y'all tell me...*evil smirk*
Oh and by the way, Chapter one will be out tomorrow, I was going to put it in with the prologue, but I loved the cliffhanger too much. Luv ya! Ja ne!