Standard Disclaimer: No matter how many times I asked, Sunrise said I can't have Gundam Wing. They are just big poopy heads.
Warnings: mild mention of violence (sort of), hints of shonen ai
A/N: This chapter may be a little bit confusing, but bear with me. It'll all come together.
[blah] = thoughts
Renaissance
By skyprincess
Chapter 11:
He felt like he was falling; as if a dark abyss had opened up to suck him away from everything he cared about. He needed to hold on . . . to cling to what he had left. Was it Shinigami again? Did he come to destroy everything again? [Why are you taking everything from me?]
Quatre's eyes grew wide as saucers as Duo's arms suddenly wrapped around his waist. He felt slight pain as the brunette pilot squeezed like he was holding on for dear life. His uchuu no koroko allowed him to feel Duo's suffering, but it wasn't pain. It felt cold . . . endless . . . like a void. [Oh Duo! What's wrong?] He looked down to the heart shaped face and found the usually bright violet eyes scrunched shut. Duo's lips fluttered rapidly, barely allowing any breath to escape. The blonde strained to hear the inaudible murmurs and found a very distant cry of Shinigami.
The pressure of Duo's arms on his ribs gradually began to take its toll, but the pain barely registered in Quatre's mind. Duo was in trouble, and he didn't know what to do. [It's almost like he's not here . . . almost like he's . . .]
[Lost] Duo thought. [I hate being lost.] As the fear of being lost and alone welled inside of him, Duo took off through the oblivion of him mind's eye. Memories of his childhood chased him. They sneered at him and taunted. He tried to block out their cries, but his legs were growing weak. [If I stop running, I'll keep falling.] He willed his legs to continue, heart heaving within his chest.
But he heard a voice. A voice that ran cold through his veins, sending uncontrollable tremors down his panting body. It was sick and sinister, and he knew it well. "Why are you running, Duo?" it echoed around him, "You'll never escape the past, and you'll never escape me."
Duo felt his knees weakened by the power of the voice's owner. "What do you want from me this time," he cried out.
"Stupid little Duo! You never know what you have until it's gone. And you never really appreciate anyone until I visit."
With those words, a light appeared in the distance. It displayed the silhouette of a collapsed form.
Fear gripped Duo's heart as he approached the limp figure. The only word his mind could form was, "Who?" As he neared the body, the light flashed over the frame. It glistened momentarily in the hair . . . the shiny golden hair.
Time stopped. The pilot stood motionless, his breath constricting in his chest. Wrenching pain seared through his chest as he approached the small body.
"NO!" his heart cried at the sight before him. His dearest friend lay twisted at the waist. Thick red liquid streamed from a hole in his chest. The normally gentle face twisted in horror and agony. For the first time in eight years, he let himself cry. Tasting the salt and his own bitterness. He reached out to stroke the soft cheek, and as his fingertips just brushed the cold surface, he fell. The void swallowed him wholly, pulling him from Quatre's limp body. He screamed for it stop and before he could create a coherent statement, everything went black.