Disclaimer- I don't own Gundam wing or any one related to Gundam Wing. If I
did own this show I would have a lot more to my name than an 8x3 yrd room
and a cool ass computer, yes I do admit my computer is cool. Hehe, now on
to the show!! 8D happy face.
Prologue-
The house was quiet, not the normal quiet, but the kid of soundlessness that usually beats at you and seems loud enough to wake the dead. This thunderous silence was a rare thing indeed, especially to the sole occupant of the hose. For most of his life this child was surrounded by noise, it always seemed that quiet was just out of his grasp, so when moments like this happened, he felt compelled to hold onto them for as long as possible. The boy sat there, in that massive house, in some random hallway at some random window still, motionless. The only proof that this boy was alive was the slight rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. He just sat there in the deafening silence he was shrouded in, not willing to be the one who broke it. He knew when it was gone he would morn its loss.
He was all alone, al the other pilots out on a mission, excluding Quatre, who was visiting one of his many sisters. If any of his fellow Gundam pilots saw this stranger sitting before them, they would be utterly shocked. He preferred this, being alone, where he can think without being bothered or having to worry about the others. The boy, sat there, starring out the window. He looked out at the world around him, while at the same time looked at nothing at all. He wondered what his life was about, why and what they were fighting for. He was also imagining his friends bloody and horrific death deaths. His normally smiling face was cold and emotionless, but his eyes, yes the window to the soul, were filled with tears that were never to be shed. The pain of his past, present and could be future all seemed too much to beer. He promised himself that he would never make friends, real friends, again, that he would never fall in love again, but he has and now he fears for their lives.
He sat there alone, allowing all these thoughts, feelings and fears to flow through him. Allowing all the pain of his life, short-lived in time only, to caress him. He knew the others would be returning soon, and though he loved it when they were all together and he knew that they were all safe, he wanted to sit in that silence a little longer.
Just while those thoughts went through his head, the sound of a door opening echoed through the house. He sat up with a small sigh, put that silly ass grin on his face and, literally, ran screaming down the hallway to the door. He stopped at the entrance, seeing who it was.
"Wu-Wu" he screamed in a shrill voice, "you're back, you're back, you're BACK!" well.... You get the point. Bouncing around Wufei in a circle, looking for any injuries, before enveloping him in a massive bear hug.
"Maxwell," Wufei stressed, he might not be injured from the mission, but he was tired. "Get off of me right now, and my name is Wufei!" Duo immediately released him, but was still smiling.
"So.... Wu, how was the mission? Did you succeed?" Duo said in a much mellower voice.
"Yes, I did, now I would like to retire to my room." He said in a strict voice, his tone leaving no room for argument.
"Okay, you do that and I'll ..." Duo let his sentence trail off when he realized that Wufei was no longer listening. Wufei turned to Duo, who still had that stupid grin on his face and said, "Good night, Maxwell, go to bed so I can have some peace and quiet." Duo just smiled at him when he left. When he was sure that Wufei was gone for good, he let his face fall from the jester's mask he always wears and once again let his face become emotionless once again. He turned on his heel and walked in the opposite direction that Wufei had taken.
"Oh well for peace and quiet," Duo sighed, "I wonder what would happen if they saw the real me?" Duo's shoulders slumped at the thought of it. He knew that he couldn't burden the others with his problems, for there was too much going on as it was.
Duo walked into his room and sat down on the bed. He slowly took his shoes off and laid down on the bed, on top of the covers. He put his arm over his eyes and tried to will himself to sleep, when all he really wanted to do was crawl into a hole and pretend he didn't exist. That was his last though as he let the darkness take him.
Prologue-
The house was quiet, not the normal quiet, but the kid of soundlessness that usually beats at you and seems loud enough to wake the dead. This thunderous silence was a rare thing indeed, especially to the sole occupant of the hose. For most of his life this child was surrounded by noise, it always seemed that quiet was just out of his grasp, so when moments like this happened, he felt compelled to hold onto them for as long as possible. The boy sat there, in that massive house, in some random hallway at some random window still, motionless. The only proof that this boy was alive was the slight rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. He just sat there in the deafening silence he was shrouded in, not willing to be the one who broke it. He knew when it was gone he would morn its loss.
He was all alone, al the other pilots out on a mission, excluding Quatre, who was visiting one of his many sisters. If any of his fellow Gundam pilots saw this stranger sitting before them, they would be utterly shocked. He preferred this, being alone, where he can think without being bothered or having to worry about the others. The boy, sat there, starring out the window. He looked out at the world around him, while at the same time looked at nothing at all. He wondered what his life was about, why and what they were fighting for. He was also imagining his friends bloody and horrific death deaths. His normally smiling face was cold and emotionless, but his eyes, yes the window to the soul, were filled with tears that were never to be shed. The pain of his past, present and could be future all seemed too much to beer. He promised himself that he would never make friends, real friends, again, that he would never fall in love again, but he has and now he fears for their lives.
He sat there alone, allowing all these thoughts, feelings and fears to flow through him. Allowing all the pain of his life, short-lived in time only, to caress him. He knew the others would be returning soon, and though he loved it when they were all together and he knew that they were all safe, he wanted to sit in that silence a little longer.
Just while those thoughts went through his head, the sound of a door opening echoed through the house. He sat up with a small sigh, put that silly ass grin on his face and, literally, ran screaming down the hallway to the door. He stopped at the entrance, seeing who it was.
"Wu-Wu" he screamed in a shrill voice, "you're back, you're back, you're BACK!" well.... You get the point. Bouncing around Wufei in a circle, looking for any injuries, before enveloping him in a massive bear hug.
"Maxwell," Wufei stressed, he might not be injured from the mission, but he was tired. "Get off of me right now, and my name is Wufei!" Duo immediately released him, but was still smiling.
"So.... Wu, how was the mission? Did you succeed?" Duo said in a much mellower voice.
"Yes, I did, now I would like to retire to my room." He said in a strict voice, his tone leaving no room for argument.
"Okay, you do that and I'll ..." Duo let his sentence trail off when he realized that Wufei was no longer listening. Wufei turned to Duo, who still had that stupid grin on his face and said, "Good night, Maxwell, go to bed so I can have some peace and quiet." Duo just smiled at him when he left. When he was sure that Wufei was gone for good, he let his face fall from the jester's mask he always wears and once again let his face become emotionless once again. He turned on his heel and walked in the opposite direction that Wufei had taken.
"Oh well for peace and quiet," Duo sighed, "I wonder what would happen if they saw the real me?" Duo's shoulders slumped at the thought of it. He knew that he couldn't burden the others with his problems, for there was too much going on as it was.
Duo walked into his room and sat down on the bed. He slowly took his shoes off and laid down on the bed, on top of the covers. He put his arm over his eyes and tried to will himself to sleep, when all he really wanted to do was crawl into a hole and pretend he didn't exist. That was his last though as he let the darkness take him.