Author's Beginning Notes:
Ack! I CAN'T BELIEVE I JUST WROTE THAT!!! TOO MUCH ANGST TODAY, I GUESS. But damn, I usually hate these kind of fanfics, and I usually want to cry for Duo, too...if you're anyone like me, overly emotional, then grab your Kleenex. This is pretty short, so Duo won't suffer too long.
Warning: shonen-ai, angst, and the final pairing is actually not yaoi....damn me......
Disclaimer: Damn...if pigs could fly, man...if only pigs could fly...and no, I'm not talking about Jackie Chan...
//blah//=thoughts
Note: This is set at a school.
~*~*~A Single Tear
Duo silently climbed up, swinging himself higher and higher, on top of the brick building. He sat on the edge of the building, not caring if he miss-stepped and fell off the six-story tall establishment. What did it matter? He had nothing and no one to live for now. Duo suddenly remembered Father Maxwell and Sister Helen. How loving, how caring they'd been to him. They'd been the family that Duo had craved and hungered for when he'd been a little child. But now the two, the only people who loved him unconditionally, were dead. He wondered if there really was a God. Had his entire upbringing been a lie? Surely there was no supreme being such as that. Ironically, he wondered what had brought such an onslaught of dark and angst-filled thoughts. Oh. Right.
Heero had come back today. Duo sighed, reaching back to take his braid into his hands, playing with the ends a little. //I love him. I know I do. So...why can't he love me back?// He sighed again. Duo remembered that one night, when Heero had taken him, and Duo'd whispered to him that he'd loved Heero. His heart had almost frozen when there wasn't a response. Duo snorted. Of course, that night had meant positively nothing to the Wing pilot. It had merely been a one-night stand. How ironic was that?
Duo's attention shifted to the couple that had just met eachother in the school's garden. A feeling of dread bubbled up in his stomach when he recognized them.
It was Heero and Relena.
Relena had just come to the boarding school, and Duo should have known. Why else would Miss Queen Of The World come to such a "quaint" little school? He was an asshole, a dummy, a...a...//Dammit, I can't even think of insults to myself, I'm so stupid!// Duo berated himself.
The two, in the moonlight, as Duo watched, the feeling of dread almost engulfing him, kissed. So Heero really never had cared for Duo...the pilot 02 had only been a mistake, a little insignificance that people make when they're drunk. To Heero, Duo, at best, was an ally. Actually, the pilot of Shinigami was probably only a liability, someone that he had to restrain himself not to kill for the sake of the mission. For a moment, he wondered if he killed *himself*...if it would even make a difference? No, of course not, it would only register in Heero's mind that Duo was gone, and then he'd be promptly forgotten. He wondered if Relena would be so easily forgotten...? Then again, it was probably only Duo who Heero could so easily dismiss. Duo's heart slowly broke into tiny little bits and pieces. He took the little dagger from where he always kept it, up his sleeve. //Would it matter?// He contemplated it, and finally, convinced that it wouldn't make a difference if he lived or not, plunged it into his heart. //I wonder if Heero knows that I love him...I wonder if he even cares, would care...but then, I am Shinigami, Death itself. Who could care for such a creature? I am saving the world from knowing me, from knowing my pain...Nobody cares, anyways...so why should I?// Duo felt his heart break all over again, for the last time in his existence.
As the couple kissed on, they were oblivious to the solitary drop of salty water, a final tear stain the sidewalk.
Ack! I CAN'T BELIEVE I JUST WROTE THAT!!! TOO MUCH ANGST TODAY, I GUESS. But damn, I usually hate these kind of fanfics, and I usually want to cry for Duo, too...if you're anyone like me, overly emotional, then grab your Kleenex. This is pretty short, so Duo won't suffer too long.
Warning: shonen-ai, angst, and the final pairing is actually not yaoi....damn me......
Disclaimer: Damn...if pigs could fly, man...if only pigs could fly...and no, I'm not talking about Jackie Chan...
//blah//=thoughts
Note: This is set at a school.
~*~*~A Single Tear
Duo silently climbed up, swinging himself higher and higher, on top of the brick building. He sat on the edge of the building, not caring if he miss-stepped and fell off the six-story tall establishment. What did it matter? He had nothing and no one to live for now. Duo suddenly remembered Father Maxwell and Sister Helen. How loving, how caring they'd been to him. They'd been the family that Duo had craved and hungered for when he'd been a little child. But now the two, the only people who loved him unconditionally, were dead. He wondered if there really was a God. Had his entire upbringing been a lie? Surely there was no supreme being such as that. Ironically, he wondered what had brought such an onslaught of dark and angst-filled thoughts. Oh. Right.
Heero had come back today. Duo sighed, reaching back to take his braid into his hands, playing with the ends a little. //I love him. I know I do. So...why can't he love me back?// He sighed again. Duo remembered that one night, when Heero had taken him, and Duo'd whispered to him that he'd loved Heero. His heart had almost frozen when there wasn't a response. Duo snorted. Of course, that night had meant positively nothing to the Wing pilot. It had merely been a one-night stand. How ironic was that?
Duo's attention shifted to the couple that had just met eachother in the school's garden. A feeling of dread bubbled up in his stomach when he recognized them.
It was Heero and Relena.
Relena had just come to the boarding school, and Duo should have known. Why else would Miss Queen Of The World come to such a "quaint" little school? He was an asshole, a dummy, a...a...//Dammit, I can't even think of insults to myself, I'm so stupid!// Duo berated himself.
The two, in the moonlight, as Duo watched, the feeling of dread almost engulfing him, kissed. So Heero really never had cared for Duo...the pilot 02 had only been a mistake, a little insignificance that people make when they're drunk. To Heero, Duo, at best, was an ally. Actually, the pilot of Shinigami was probably only a liability, someone that he had to restrain himself not to kill for the sake of the mission. For a moment, he wondered if he killed *himself*...if it would even make a difference? No, of course not, it would only register in Heero's mind that Duo was gone, and then he'd be promptly forgotten. He wondered if Relena would be so easily forgotten...? Then again, it was probably only Duo who Heero could so easily dismiss. Duo's heart slowly broke into tiny little bits and pieces. He took the little dagger from where he always kept it, up his sleeve. //Would it matter?// He contemplated it, and finally, convinced that it wouldn't make a difference if he lived or not, plunged it into his heart. //I wonder if Heero knows that I love him...I wonder if he even cares, would care...but then, I am Shinigami, Death itself. Who could care for such a creature? I am saving the world from knowing me, from knowing my pain...Nobody cares, anyways...so why should I?// Duo felt his heart break all over again, for the last time in his existence.
As the couple kissed on, they were oblivious to the solitary drop of salty water, a final tear stain the sidewalk.