Payment on the Past
By Shadowed Seas
This is a new idea I had recently, and I decided to run with it. This story is not one that I have really planned out like the others I am trying to work on, and it looks like it might take quite a few chapters to get it out, so you'll have to be a little lenient about how it takes shape. For future reference, if something in one of the chapters doesn't make sense or contradicts something else I already wrote, please tell me. I hate continuity errors, and I will really try to not make any, but you should keep an eye out just in case. The story itself is looking like a supernatural-mystery kind of thing, but I'm not sure yet. I don't have any plans for a romantic side plot or anything, but one may develop anyway, so be warned. Now here is the more official drabble about the story, I hope you read and enjoy.
Summary: Back before the war, when Duo was the only survivor of the Maxwell Church Massacre, some soldiers speculated that he had made a deal with the God of Death. Though they didn't know it, their figure of speech was a truth, a truth that had Duo referring to himself as Shinigami during the war. But now, in AC 201, Duo's part of the deal is due, and payment isn't going to be easy.
Warning: This story contains violence, probably some questionable language in the future, and death. So far there is no yaoi, yuri, or any real relationship that goes beyond friendship between the characters, but some may develop in future chapters, so continue to check the warnings if you don't like to read about certain types of relationships. There may be a few spoilers, mostly general stuff about the story. This fic is set in the future of the Gundam Wing world, kinda. There will be supernatural phenomena that don't really fit in the original Gundam Wing universe, so it might be considered AU. As with my other fic, characters may seem a little OOC, and for that I apologize to Gundam Wing fans.
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing is not mine. There. That's it. Now go read the story.
Chapter 1: And it begins…
He was running. Running fast enough that the wind rushed past as he moved, blowing his hair back from his face. His rapid footsteps echoed in the cool night air as he dashed past the empty industrial buildings that lined both sides of the street. He ducked his head a bit and tried to push his burning legs to run faster, to stretch farther, but adrenaline could only do so much. His heart was hammering in his chest, pounding like it was trying to come out, and his breath was coming in short gasps, begging for air, but he couldn't stop running.
If he stopped, he would die.
Through his panting breaths he managed to hear the sounds of running behind him grow louder as his pursuer gained a little more ground on him. His panic spiked higher and he looked around desperately for someway, anyway, he could get away from here and survive this. The dim glow from the streetlights showed a small side street between two of the silent buildings just a little farther ahead, and he dared hope that it might lead to people and the safety offered in the more populated areas of the city.
Still hoping against hope for his salvation from the shadow that was stalking him, he ducked around the corner…only to skid to a stop at the blank wall ahead of him. The dead end offered no protection, no doors to try, no places to hide, and as he spun around and lunged back towards the street he knew that it was already too late.
The sight of the shadowy figure blocking the entrance of the alley froze him where he stood. His eyes widened in terror until the whites showed around the edges, and the shaking of his legs almost dropped him to the ground. He backed up as the other figure slowly advanced towards him, a black cloak completely concealing his dark pursuer.
"W…w…wh…wha…what do you w…w…want? Ple…Please leave me alone. I...I...I don't have any money or anything..."
His back met the wall at the end of the alley, halting his retreat and providing him with support beyond his fear-weak legs.
The hidden person answered in a dark voice that didn't seem normal. It echoed hollowly, as if the words had been spoken from within a tunnel. The lack of emotion, or even intonation, made shivers creep up his already quivering back.
"I want nothing…and that is what I shall achieve."
The figure suddenly moved, its actions far faster than his eyes could track, everything reduced to impressions in his mind as he struggled to grasp what was happening. There was a shifting at the shadow's side, a glint of silvery metal, a brilliant flash of light the color of blood, a flare of pain, and then darkness swallowing him whole…
Duo Maxwell jerked upright with a gasp, his eyes blindly searching the darkness of the familiar room as he panted in fear and shock. Sweat dripped down his pale chest and made his bangs stick to his forehead, his slightly damp braid a twisted rope behind him. His body lost its shocked stiffness as he recognized his surroundings, and he flopped back down on the bed in sudden exhaustion as the panic and adrenaline stopped. Duo's wide violet eyes stared blankly up at the ceiling as he tried to calm his breathing, confusion and the dregs of fear still on his face.
"What the fuck was that!"
TBC…
- I hope that was okay, and sorry it's so short. I thought that this might be a good spot to end the first part. It will probably take a while to update, so don't be expecting anything too soon. See ya next chapter.