Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing... If I did... I would be rich, japanese, and Duo would rule the world! Mwahahah! cough
Crash and Burn
Mission 1: Accepted...
The rain fell solemnly, soaking the pained body of a certain Gundam pilot, Duo Maxwell. He walked slowly through the city, each step taken with a gasp and ragged breath. The world in front of him swam, his head ached wildly, throbbing.
He brought a small cell phone to his ear, hearing two rings then a gruff, "Hello?"
"Heero...? Help me. So much... pain..."
Heero Yuy heaved a sigh, sitting in front of his laptop residing on the kitchen table. A hot cup of coffee steamed in his hand. Bringing the liquid to his lips, he took a small sip before returning to the statement he was to send out. Only two paragraphs to go, then he would be free to do whatever. Not that whatever was much of anything.
Letting another sigh escape his lips, he went back to typing furiously and five minutes later, all was done. He sat back, tipping his chair precariously, smiling to himself. It was a small smile that he only allowed himself the satisfaction of seeing. Not even Duo had seen this smile and Duo was the person closest to him.
Where is Duo, anyway? Heero thought to himself. The sound of the telephone ringing was the only answer he received.
"Hello?" he asked gruffly, the receiver barely making it to his ear.
"Heero...? Help me. So much... pain..."
Heero's eyes widened, his mind registering the voice, "Duo? Where are you?"
"Heero--" was the reply he got, followed by a small crack signifying the phone had been dropped.
Shit! What could have happened?! Heero thought, running out of the apartment and into the raining streets. Where could he be? I guess I should start somewhere in the city...
He couldn't see anything. Everything was a lonely black. His whole body seemed alive with pain as images assaulted his mind.
"Haha! You can't get away from me, you whore! You're mine!"
"No! Let me go! Stop!" Duo yelled, struggling against the man who had him bound and naked. "Stop! No!"
The man smirked defiantly, stripping himself quickly. Duo struggled wildly, trying as he might to free himself of the bonds which held him fast. No! No! No! This cannot be happening! Duo tried to convince himself. It's all a dream!
"Heh. Time for a little fun!" the man smirked wider, ramming himself into an unprepared, unwanting Duo, ripping a scream from the boy.
"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit! FUCK!" Heero cursed wildly, his feet smacking against the wet, cold sidewalk as he ran as fast as he could. "Where are you?"
His eyes skimmed every inch of the area surrounding him. Each building, child, adult, and animal. No sign of the long haired American. Worry overcame the pilot. What if he's bleeding so much, it'll be to late? No.. no... I won't think like that.
With a new energy, Heero pressed forward, determined to find Deathscythe's pilot.
A sickening shiver wracked Duo's lithe body. The boy sat up weakly from his position on the concrete. a light drizzle pitter-pattered on the ground, the rhythmic sound relaxing the boy slightly. He pulled his jacket tighter around himself, trying to stop the slight breeze from permeating through it. He crawled slowly to the wall and leaned back against it. His teeth chattered loudly and his skin was goose-flesh as more memories over-came him.
Screams. Screams like nothing he had ever heard before. That's me? he thought. His throat was searing with pain, his screams soon becoming weak and hoarse and then turning to simple whimpers when his voice failed him. He wanted to die. To be rid of the pain that made his every nerve alive. Too alive...
"Holy shit!" the man above him grunted with a final thrust, spilling his seed into the chestnut haired boy. Duo winced and whimpered at the burning liquid that filled him, silent tears flowing freely from his amethyst eyes.
'Let me die. Now. I'm dirty and defiled,' Duo thought, quiet sobs shaking him.
Duo slowly opened his eyes, realising that his sobbing was not the only thing causing the shaking. He looked up, right into a pair of worried cobalt blue eyes. Heero... His eyes filled with tears as he jumped into Heero's arms, sobbing into his shoulder.
Heero's eyes widened significantly, then softened. He had never seen the braided boy cry before and had hoped he never would. Wing's pilot hugged the sorrowing boy close, rubing small circles in his back to try and relax him. Heero could feel tears of his own trying to escape but he held them strong.
"Heero?" Duo's muffled voice sounded from Heero's shoulder.
"Yes, Duo?" Heero replied, pushing the boy back slightly so he could see his face.
"Take me home..."
"As you wish..."
Mission 1: Complete...
Hey hey people! I know I know... The one infamous for never updating is back! Good thing? Bad thing? You decide. Heh. Well, as you can see, I have come up with yet another non-con-ful fanfic. Heh. I just love those kind. Mwahah! Evil person, aren't I. cackles Anyway.
Yes yes... I know. So clichè! Oh well. =P Sue me. It just sorta flowed out... Apparently I am very clichè. But anyway. The song inspiring this story would have to be Crash and Burn by Savage Garden! I love Savage Garden! They're my whores. XD
