I don't own Gundam Wing, so :p. Don't sue, cuz I'm not making *any* money off of this!
Well, a few pples asked for a sequel to 'Shinigami' and I had nothing better to do, so here it is. But I warn you, this one was done much later, and it..kinda sucks...^.^;; Well anyway, enjoy my lil' angst fest! Ooh and this implies that Duo tried to commit suicide!
BTW, this is in Heero's POV...I'm not that good at Heero, so don't be too cruel to me! Erg, and to answer the Q's on weather or not this is yaoi, I have no idea. There is not mention of it, but if you look at it at a certain angle, it could be...I guess it could be either.. *_* I'll shuddup now
Duo had been crying again.
This time, I don't think he was prepared for the nightmare. He was sobbing much louder; even Trowa could hear him from the other room. That didn't usually happen, I'm usually the only one to hear him; I always share a room with him. I had never actually comforted him; I just sat and listened, my own tears screaming to be let out.
But this time he woke a little louder, and my heart, the one I didn't know until now existed, pulled at me to comfort him.
I know what he would do if he got too depressed by thoughts of the people he had killed. After all, *I* had been the one to find him, when he decided his life was worthless. I never did tell any of the other pilots, I just cleaned up the blood...Duo's blood...and helped him bandage his wrists.
None of the others will ever need to know, it is not important to our missions...no, no it isn't. I am still trying to convince myself of that, my heart will not understand. Annoying little things, hearts are. I guess it survived, like I have through out my whole life. My heart, just as Duo's wrists, must be criss-crossed with them, showing my life story just as his show what should have been his death tale.
To anyone else, anyone besides us five, Duo is the cheerful one. He's the one with the big grin and bigger braid, and a cheery love of irony to rival that of Death itself. But we pilots, we know him better. We know his darker side, the one he only showed to others in battle, right before he killed them.
He has had many an episode, usually resulting in Quatre having to replace something or another. The recent battle has sent memories screaming back to me, and it's just as bad for him, I'm sure. My own tears are silent, and only come when I allow them out. Out of all of us, Duo is the only one that cries out loud, even though he is usually the cheerful one.
Under his mask, there is darkness as black as the deep of space. Light teasing and fun is really not him, he truly laughs for the irony of life. The joy is just his way of surviving.
Trowa shows no emotion whatsoever to anyone outside the ones he trusts.
Wufei insults them, trys not to get too close to them.
I do not let anyone closer to me either, I ignore them until they go away.
Quatre, he politely leaves them behind, only being nice to people, not friendly.
We must leave everyone behind us, we can trust no one but each other. We support ourselves in our sole purpose in life, to carry the sorrow and the evil of the world on our backs, so that others may have peace.
We are left alone in the midst of killing and death, evil and violence, what is it that we can do but to find peace in each other?
Well, a few pples asked for a sequel to 'Shinigami' and I had nothing better to do, so here it is. But I warn you, this one was done much later, and it..kinda sucks...^.^;; Well anyway, enjoy my lil' angst fest! Ooh and this implies that Duo tried to commit suicide!
BTW, this is in Heero's POV...I'm not that good at Heero, so don't be too cruel to me! Erg, and to answer the Q's on weather or not this is yaoi, I have no idea. There is not mention of it, but if you look at it at a certain angle, it could be...I guess it could be either.. *_* I'll shuddup now
Duo had been crying again.
This time, I don't think he was prepared for the nightmare. He was sobbing much louder; even Trowa could hear him from the other room. That didn't usually happen, I'm usually the only one to hear him; I always share a room with him. I had never actually comforted him; I just sat and listened, my own tears screaming to be let out.
But this time he woke a little louder, and my heart, the one I didn't know until now existed, pulled at me to comfort him.
I know what he would do if he got too depressed by thoughts of the people he had killed. After all, *I* had been the one to find him, when he decided his life was worthless. I never did tell any of the other pilots, I just cleaned up the blood...Duo's blood...and helped him bandage his wrists.
None of the others will ever need to know, it is not important to our missions...no, no it isn't. I am still trying to convince myself of that, my heart will not understand. Annoying little things, hearts are. I guess it survived, like I have through out my whole life. My heart, just as Duo's wrists, must be criss-crossed with them, showing my life story just as his show what should have been his death tale.
To anyone else, anyone besides us five, Duo is the cheerful one. He's the one with the big grin and bigger braid, and a cheery love of irony to rival that of Death itself. But we pilots, we know him better. We know his darker side, the one he only showed to others in battle, right before he killed them.
He has had many an episode, usually resulting in Quatre having to replace something or another. The recent battle has sent memories screaming back to me, and it's just as bad for him, I'm sure. My own tears are silent, and only come when I allow them out. Out of all of us, Duo is the only one that cries out loud, even though he is usually the cheerful one.
Under his mask, there is darkness as black as the deep of space. Light teasing and fun is really not him, he truly laughs for the irony of life. The joy is just his way of surviving.
Trowa shows no emotion whatsoever to anyone outside the ones he trusts.
Wufei insults them, trys not to get too close to them.
I do not let anyone closer to me either, I ignore them until they go away.
Quatre, he politely leaves them behind, only being nice to people, not friendly.
We must leave everyone behind us, we can trust no one but each other. We support ourselves in our sole purpose in life, to carry the sorrow and the evil of the world on our backs, so that others may have peace.
We are left alone in the midst of killing and death, evil and violence, what is it that we can do but to find peace in each other?