3 years ago...
By Hitomi Zero
Warnings: Angst, some possible shonen ai (depends on the way you look at it), death, maybe plotlessness, and suggested for the more mature audience, and I think that's all. No it's not. This story might sound alot like "Cheries" by ShinigamiForever.
Comments: Well, this is my first angst fic, so please tell me what you think. The idea popped into my mind after reading a couple of chapters of The Long Patrol by Brian Jacques. I wonder what effect this fic would have on people... On me it has none, just like any other angst fic... Oh, wait, forgot to tell you the most important part: this is from Duo's POV (point of view).
Disclamer: I do not own Gundam Wing. Any attempt to sue me would prove futile. I'm broke.
I can't believe it. It's been 3 years since the incident, and I still can't get him out of my mind. I keep blaming myself for his death, when I know it wasn't my fault. I can't help it. I keep remembering him, everything reminds me of him! I keep replaying that week in my mind... And I can't stop.
Those scientists, those stupid scientists, if it weren't for them, he would have still been alive! I can't help it! I'm remembering that week, again!
Those stupid scientists created a giant mutated adder, with fatal bite, in an attempt to make a large scientific breakthrough. Why?! Why did they do it?! The damned snake escaped!
Heero and me were assigned to eliminate it, because we were the only pilots they could locate. When we finally found the adder, it hit me hard, and I was knocked half senseless. I could not move, only watch trough my half closed eyes. Heero tried to inject the substance the scientists gave us, but he was too rusty. The adder bit Heero's arm. With his last move, he managed to kill the snake, but for the price of his own life. He collapsed limply on the ground. Then I fell into a deep coma, and I can't remember anymore.
If I was more agile, I would have been able to save him! It was all my fault! Ugh! Why can't I get Heero out of my mind?! It's impossible to live like this! I keep remembering him!
I turn to Quatre, I just met up with him a few hours ago. We're sitting on a bench, and are supposed to be discussing news, when all I can think about is Heero! I envy Quatre. He doesn't know what happened to his fellow pilot, yet. Now even Quatre's face looks like Heero's! I turn away, I can't stand this any longer! Why wouldn't that memory just leave me alone?! I've killed many people, I've been through harder times, but why, why does this incident still haunt me?! And why is it so painful?! The only thing keeping me from crying is the little self-control I've got left.
Quatre turns to me, not even guessing what he is about to be told. Poor kid. Who am I kidding?! Poor ME!
"Duo, what's wrong? You're so quiet. And you look so depressed."
"Heero... Died."
That was the only thing I could say.
Please tell me what you think! It isn't very long, I know. Please review!