It's your fault
"Iie!" the usually cheery pilot screams dropping to
his knees before the paper. Tears
trickling down his heart-shaped face Duo shakes with repressed sobs.
Screams
rang around him as he hurried past the officers, wishing that this had not
happened.
It's
my fault OZ targeted this place.
Falling
over a twisted piece of metal he shrieks as it digs into his knee. Jerking to his feet he staggers on, not
wanting them to die.
Rounding
the final corner he drops to the ground in defeat. Sobs wrenching his body he stares blankly at the charred
skeletons before him.
My fault, my fault…
"…it's
my fault!" the horrified pilot screams as the black reminder twirls in the
gentle breeze of the dawning morning.
Clapping
his hands to his ears he tries to shut out the scream and shouts of the
past. Horrifying visions flying through
his mind his breath rushes rapidly through his lungs.
Images whirling before his tightly shut eyes he
mutters, "It's my fault, my fault…"
Breath releasing in a silent shout he collapses, unconscious.
Stalking
silently into the kitchen the dark, perfect soldier's eyes flash with hidden
worry as he discovers the braided pilot of the Shinigami lying on the floor,
unmoving.
Coming
in behind him the kindly Arabian lets out a cry of distress. Running to their fallen friend he shouts,
"Duo! Duo, wake up!"
Shaking
his shoulders Quatre cries, "Please Duo, wake up!" Turning suddenly the blond catches the stony Japanese with unshed
tears glistening in his uncaring cobalt eyes.
A
hand flying to cover his face Heero twists away from the Arabian's startled
blue-green gaze. Blinking Quatre gapes
at Heero's back wondering, did I just see that?
Squeezing
past his tightly shut eyes a single tear trickles down Heero's cheek. Dropping to the floor it splatters on the
tiles. Shaking his head in disgust the
perfect soldier returns his gaze to the kindly blond without a tear in his
eyes.
Opening
the door Trowa walks into the kitchen.
Jumping
to his feet Quatre shoves Duo into Heero's arms. Hurrying to the silent clown he rambles, "Need help!"
"Ne?"
Trowa mumbles as the young Arabian pulls him back into the hallway.
Tugging
his hand Quatre mutters, "We need to get help- Duo-" Bending his lips to
Quatre's the silent brunette cuts him off.
Mouth
trembling the blond allows the taller boy to lead him into a sitting room. Pushing him gently down onto a couch Trowa
eases down beside him.
Raising
an eyebrow he nods to Quatre.
"Duo's unconscious and we need to get him some
medical attention." Nodding Trowa
stands. Moving to the phone he calls
for the needed medical aid.
Clutching
the unmoving form of the braided boy to his chest the perfect soldier allows
the threatening tears to spill down his sharp features. Silent sobs cause his body to tremble softly
as Heero buries his fingers in Duo's glorious hair.
"Duo,
don't leave us," he whispers, "don't leave me.
You're the only friend I own."
Lips
parted as though in sleep, Duo does nothing as a slim, hesitant finger traces
over his lower lip.
"Aishiteru,
dear, dear, Duo-sama," a soft, shaky voice proclaims. Lowering his head to the other's shoulder Heero slowly sinks to
his knees. Tears soaking the black
cloth before his eyes he silences his sobs as the door is quietly opened.
"Heero,"
a soft, feminine voice murmurs as a light step reaches his ears.
Shimatta,
not now Sally, his mind hisses as recognizes the voice of the former Earth Alliance
officer.
As
she moves slowly closer a violent tremor runs through Heero's body. Standing he pushes Duo's limp form into her
arms and marches out of the room.
Hands brushing over the wet spot on the unconscious
boy's shoulder Sally stares after Heero.
Muttering
to himself over the stupidity of it all, the semi-conscious Duo drags himself
slowly up the stairs.
Sally
had told him not to go anywhere, yet he had to find Heero. He had this gut feeling that the cool pilot
needed him now. So here he was, pulling
his feet up the stairs.
This
was all because- shaking his head as a wave of dizziness threatens him he banishes the
fresh memory.
Leaning
against the wall he rests a hand against his heaving chest. Wincing as he draws a deep breath he screws
his violet eyes shut. Sliding down the
wall he whimpers as he waits for the pain to cease.
"The
things I go through for you Heero," he murmurs pulling himself to his feet.
Stumbling
to the door to Heero's room he softly opens it. Closing it with equal softness Duo turns his gaze across the room
expecting to find the other on the web again.
Instead the braided pilot finds his partner sprawled on his bed with his
head on his hands.
"Nani?"
Duo mumbles in disbelief. Stepping
forward he lets out a soft cry as his knees go out.
Pushing
himself into a sitting position the perfect soldier whispers, "Get out."
Tossing
his braid over his shoulder the fallen boy replies, "I can't exactly go
anywhere Heero, my-"
"Duo?!" Jerking to his feet the tear stained soldier
scrambles to Duo's side.
"Who'd
you think I was, Wufei?" the other snorts.
Pulling
Duo into his arms the normally insanely calm Heero twirls around his
bedroom. "Guess you're happy to see me,
ne Heero?"
Twining
his fingers into the long, silken braid Heero replies, "I thought I'd lost you
Duo-sama."
Nani? Heero, you okay?"
"Tashika
na ni," he answers releasing Duo.
Landing on his feet the priest mutters curses under his breath as his
knees give way, dropping him into a very awkward position. Scooping him back into his grasp Heero
twirls once more.
"Are
you sure you-"
Covering
the braided boy's mouth with his own the usually cold teen shivers at the
closeness between them. Gasping when
his lips are released Duo clings weakly to Heero's neck.
"Nani? Nan no de atta sono no tame ni?" he whispers
as arms rest against his back.
"I
don't know," Heero murmurs in total truth.
Placing his hands on either side of the soft, heart-shaped face Heero
tilts his head to the side as Duo grins.
"Watakushi
wa konomu sore wa," he purrs closing the distance between his own lips and the
trembling ones belonging to cold hearted Heero.
Breaking the gentle kiss the soldier lays a finger
on his best friend's moist lips.
"Konotsugi, I promise," he whispers as his friend frowns slightly.
Wandering
into the kitchen with their arms wrapped around each other's waist Duo and
Heero freeze as they discover Sally, Wufei, Trowa, and Quatre standing silently
around the table.
"Ne? What's wrong?" Heero questions as they turn
to fix him with haunted gazes.
Arm
tightening around the soldier beside him Duo's mind goes white with fear. Releasing himself from Duo's tight grip the
cobalt-eyed boy moves to the table.
Collapsing into a chair his face goes dead with terror.
Body
trembling Duo manages to catch a glimpse of the object causing the terror.
Oh God!!! Releasing a scream of pure horror he faints, head crashing
against the table's edge.
Heero:
How dare you make me act like-like that baka Shinigami!
Duo:
(puts arms around Heero) Aw, come on Heero-san. Admit it, you liked it.
Heero:
Maybe.
Tami:
(laughs nervously) Okay boys I have to do my comments now. I'll see you later.
Duo: (waves) Bye everyone! (drags Heero off)
Well,
there you have it, the first part of my first Gundam Wing fanfic. Hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I
enjoyed writing it. :-P
I
know, I know, I hate it when fic writers do this 'to be continued' thing too,
but I had to, I swear. If I hadn't done
it the story wouldn't have fit together properly, so I apologize about the
annoying 'to be continued'.
Anywise, the next installment will probably be
submitted at the same time as this one so you won't have to wait for it.
Duo:
(grins psychotically) Beware the Evil One.
Ha, ha, ha-
Heero:
Shut up you baka before she kills you.
Tami's
evil half: (cackles) Come here my pretty, I need to talk to you.
Duo:
Eep!
Heero:
I told you so…
Duo:
Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
