TIITLE: OF A PAST FORGOTTON
AUTHOR: chibidark angel
SUMMARY: em… well, duo's having nightmares that aren't really nightmares, but memories, and he's trying to deal with them as well as his growing feelings for heero. (sorry, but I haven't really figured out what's going to happen, it'll sort of unfold on its own.)
WARNINGS: yaoi, 1x2, maybe a lemon, lime, I don't know.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Gundam Wing or any of the characters, so pleeze don't sue; I'm poor and have to scavenge for money down the back of my couch. = (
A/N: this is my second gundam wing fic, so tell me what you think of it, nice reviews are especially welcome, but if you want flame me, go ahead, I cud do with a laugh, ha! Any way, on with the story!
CHAPTER 1: Memories Of Heartache
BOOM!
The roar of the machine guns and the noise of the bombs exploding were deafening, as the small child raced through the streets full of bloody corpses, and screaming men, women and children, as the rain lashed down from the heavens.
Eventually, the boy, his amethyst eyes full of terror, made it to the small building that was his destination, where a woman stood, looking around anxiously.
When she saw the child, she smiled in joy and held out her arms. Despite the noise of the battle and the screams of pain and terror around him, the boy's eyes lit up with a joy that seemed to be a permanent resident, and he ran to the woman, wrapping his arms around her waist and clinging to her desperately, burying his head in the folds of her dress.
They remained in their embrace for a couple of moments before the woman, hearing a loud explosion nearby, pulled away and knelt before the boy, fear and desperation evident in her eyes.
"Hurry child, go the safe house, just like I showed you," she whispered agitatedly.
"But Sister Helen, I want to stay with you, to protect you," the boy pouted.
The woman gave a small smile, but fear overtook her features, and she gave him a hurried kiss on his forehead before pushing him away, crying, "Run child now! And stay there in the safe house until all the noise has stopped and the men have gone away."
The boy winced, hurt clearly in his eyes, but he nodded solemnly and turned to scamper around the building, while Sister Helen stayed to wait for Father Maxwell and the other children to return.
The young boy continued on around the building and was about to go on into the safe house, when he skidded to a halt and let out a cry of sorrow as he knelt beside a body in front of him.
"Solo!" he shouted out grief stricken, gathering the body into his arms.
The other boy turned his head up and chocked out, "Hey, there, buddy."
"Oh my god, Solo! Are you okay? What happened?"
"I got, shot… I don't, think, I'll make it," Solo gasped in pain, as his body numbed and his heart slowed to a sluggish pace, blood seeping out of the two bullet holes in his chest.
"NO! Don't leave me Solo!" the boy cried, tears welling up in his eyes, his bangs plastered to his face by the rain.
"Hey, remem-ber, what, I, said," Solo chocked out gently, "boys, don't cry."
The boy sniffed and nodded.
"Now- go, go into, the, safe- house. Live- for, me, please. I- I lo-love, you, Duo," Solo whispered, his eyes glazing over, as his body shut down.
"I love you too Solo," the boy chocked out softly, leaning down to kiss him softly and sweetly.
He felt the other boy's body go limp in his arms, and pulling back, let out an anguished moan of despair and anger. He wanted to stay in the lashing rain and die with his love, but remembering his friend's last request, nodded and whispered, "I'll live, for you Solo."
He stood up, carrying the body of his dead childhood sweetheart and first love with him, and mad his way into the safe house underground.
He walked down the hall and into the bedroom he had been given.
He crawled under the bed, dragging Solo's body with him, as he had always felt safer in the darkness under the bed.
Duo hugged the corpse close to him, rocking back and forth on his side, whimpers escaping from his lips every now and then, while he muttered, 'boys don't cry, boys don't cry,' over and over again in his mind.
Suddenly, he felt a strange wetness on his cheek, and quickly realised he was crying, for the very first time. Quickly, he rubbed the tears away, swallowing the lump in his throat, pushing the pain away, hugging corpse closer, pressing it to him.
Eventually, the mental and physical exhaustion of the past few events overtook him, and amid the screams and explosions around him, he fell into a dreamless slumber, clutching the body close to him.
Well, what do you think? Please review, I need to know if I should continue, or give up right now, flames shall be met by oil soaked rags and a catapult. Any way, gotta go, the cinema call, I'm going to see jonny English, it's suppose to be very funny, so should be good! ^_^