Shingami no Kamikaze: *is in shock because people acutally wanted another part of this fic*
Chibi Kilik: Shinigami no kamikaze does not own Gundam Wing or a sense of morality...
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.. the fic, 'kaze-chan?
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'KAZE!!!!!!
SnK: *shakes head* yea...? fic... *blinks* fic? ...I'm writing a fic?
Chibi Hwoarang: *looks annoyed* That's what you said you were going to do when you turned off the Playstation and dragged me out here.
SnK: oh yea, huh? Well, then, that's what I'm going to do.
Chibi Hwoarang: *sarcastically* Hooray.
SnK: *glares at him*
Chibi Kilik: *takes advantage of the silence* A friendly reminder, this fic contains: shounen-ai (there's a sentence that might be considered more yaoi... but whatever. SnK don't really think so), angst, and ... I think that's it.
Here Then Gone part 2
by Shinigami no kamikaze
Duo had nearly killed himself twice as he recklessly drove to the District 9 Hospital where Heero, presumably, was being treated... if he was even still alive. The only thing that kept him from getting into an accident was he reflexes he'd developed during the war. Once he'd gotten there and parked (he had thought momentarily about just ditching his car... but quickly dismissed it, deciding that was pretty stupid and pointless), he sprinted straight to the receptionist's desk, ignoring the line of people, demanding to know about Heero. They told him if he didn't calm down, security would remove him. So, reluctantly, he took his place in the line, and everyone waiting gave him dirty looks. So he made a nasty face at them, and they turned around, mumbling to themselves while he fumed. He was restless, and needed to do -something-. Luckly, he did not have to wait long, or else security definately would have had to come to control him.
He did not like the look in the doctor's eyes when he approched with Duo. The first words out of his mouth were, "The situation does not look good." Of course, he followed that up with things 'there's hope' ect. ect. before he even told Duo the problem. Duo was becoming extremely impatient with it all. Finally the dotcor spat out what the 'situation' really was.
Heero was on life support, in a coma. When he had quit breathing, in a matter of minutes, brain cells had started to die. They still did not know the extent of the damage. It was quite possible Heero could make full recovery.... or Heero might never wake up, his body never starting to breathe on it's own again.... or Heero could wake up a vegtable. They didn't know enough to tell.
The doctor let Duo into Heero's room, and left him alone there, telling him that talking to Heero might help... that he might be able to hear. They didn't know one way or another. It seemed to Duo they didn't know alot... Was this all medical science had to offer?
"Heero.. they said talkin' to ya might help, an' you know me, I'm always up for talking, so it's the least I can do." Duo's false cheer immediatly began to melt away... "It's all that I can do...." Duo was quiet for a few moments, the sight of Heero in the hospital bed like that finally sinking in.
The tubes and wire-things stuck in him, were taped to him. The ventilator forcing air in and out of his lungs, his skin as pale as the sheets. The tube from the ventilator that was stuck down Heero's throat ruined the illusion that Heero was just 'sleeping'. It might have been easier to talk had it not been there. Also, the noise.. the heart monitor, the pumping of the air... he shook his head. He was supposed to be talking, no staring at this completely helpless teenager in the bed next to him.
"I've really gotta have a talk with you when you're up to answering me, 'n' all. But for now, Hee-man, it's just me.... huh... Hee-man. You know that over 200 years ago there was a cartoon called He-man... maybe a comic, too. Don't ask me how I know. I just find these weird, stupid bits of trivia... and I remember 'em for some reason. Speaking of comic books, I just read this manga called..."
And so Duo talked. He made a mindless, one-sided conversation that lasted for hours. Well, his talent for that was coming in handy. It was like the old times, almost.... he spoke, Heero did nothing.... except the whole hospital-setting and medical junk. Also, the terrible absence of Heero's presense... it was like he wasn't there. Even when Heero ignored him, Duo always knew he was -there-, and that counted for something. This was worse than talking to a wall. So, he drifted into actual, meaningful, speech.
"Heero, this is -not- cool. If you give up on me now, I'll never forgive you... maybe that's selfish, but I won't. If you could control that damned schizoid system, you can fight through this. So don't you dare give up on life.... you know you're going to drive Quatre on a total guilt trip if you do. You probably are going to give him a heart attack, or he'll have a nervous breakdown when he's 23 because of you. And it's not just him... I mean... I," Duo hesitated. The longer he saw Heero comatose, the more it was tore him up... Heero was his best friend, but... Duo cleared his mind again. Was now really the time to reevaluate his feelings for Heero?
Duo was becoming confused. Were his feelings that of friend/friend, brother/brother (he highly doubted that).... or lover/lover? Was the crisis just screwing him up? When he thought of Heero dying, he felt so hollow... but wouldn't he feel the same about other people... like Wufei... or Hilde? Was his judgement clouded by the emergency, or for the first time becoming clearer to him? He just didn't know. Anyway, this was Heero he was thinking about. There was no chance of him getting those feelings returned.... Of course, this could be the last time he could tell Heero while he was still living.. and in his condition he couldn't punch Duo or anything... he might not even ever know. But could Duo take it if he died, if he'd decided he was in love with Heero Yuy? Duo sighed inwardly.. he was getting ahead of himself.. he still wasn't even sure -what- it was he felt.
"... I don't know what I'd do. But Heero, you'd hurt so many people if you were to die now, like this. You can't let it happen, you can't. The oth--"
Just then a nurse came in. She had to change the sheets. Duo lingered, but forced himself up to leave. He had to tell someone... so he went to search for a payphone or something.
***
The phone rang, interrupting before he could get far into his meditation. Annoyed, he got up and answered the phone on it's fourth ring. Then he met Duo's eyes on the video looking surprizingly sorrowful. His own countenance became one of worry once he saw Duo's. "What's wrong, Maxwell?"
"Probably won't be home longer than I expected, so don't expect me anytime soon..." Wufei and Duo had become roommates, since Wufei worked for the Preventer office stationed in Duo's home colony. No relation beyond friendship had really been formed, much to Wufei's disappointment. The braided teen didn't know it, but Wufei had requested to be stationed at the L2 branch.
Wufei knew exactly he started to fall for the pilot of the now-destroyed Deathscythe, and he'd known his feelings for awhile now. It had definatley been after he destoryed his Gundam... after he forced himself to let go of that and everything attached with it, there was this void left in him. He tried to busy himself in his work, to see if it would fill him, but his job with the Preventers couldn't make things better. Then Duo made one of his sporadic visits and the void was gone. No... it was more than that.. he started to feel more alive then than ever in his life. When Duo had left, it felt like the American had taken a piece of Wufei with him.... that the boy was what Wufei needed to complete his life.
When Wufei first roomed with Duo, he'd ment to do it simply to see exactly where Duo's preference's lay, and if he was involved with someone. He'd accomplished nothing but torturing himself, the object of his desire dangling right in front of him. Hell, his desire had probably increased in size ten times since he'd started this. So, basically, the "observe Duo to see if it's okay to proceed" plan failed misrabley.
Then he'd tried subtly to make advances on Duo, to at least let him know about his feelings and intentions. But subtly was something forgein to Duo's way of thinking, therefore he was quite immune to it. Wufei still couldn't gather up the courage to tell Duo straightout, something he chasited himself for everyday...
Wufei was afraid Duo would throw him out, would want to have nothing to do with him. He knew that was stupid, since he wouldn't love Duo if Duo was like that, but still.. the thought was in the back of his mind whenever he opened his mouth to tell Duo. The he'd get lost in those violet eyes, and all sense and logic would be scattered. He wanted nothing less than to see anything impure like disgust in those eyes, so he always found something else to say... The only good that had come out of his staying with Duo was a closer friendship, which he cherished more than anything... at least it was something... hopefully, a start...
So he was trapped of his own personal hell, of his own making. His years and years of self-discipline keeping him from doing anything rash when Duo came running out of the shower, only a towel wrapped loosely around his waist (which he'd done a few times for different reasons...). But each night, as he went to sleep, he'd face the wall that was between him and Duo's bedroom, wishing he could be there, sharing that bed.... and not only for pleasure, but for warmth, comfort, security, understanding... and all those other things his life lacked but Duo provided. Wufei wanted to be with him, he wanted to have him in his arms, and at times, be held by him....
But all that didn't matter right now.. not when Duo was upset. Duo continued to speak after Wufei nodded in acknowlegement.
".. Heero tried to kill himself, he's in a coma. We're on colony X018802, District 9 Hospital. Got it? Please tell everyone who should know." Duo treated Wufei with a smile.. a small, sad smile... but a smile none the less. "Thanks, Buddy." Then the transmission ended. Wufei took it all down on a piece of paper, and went to go fetch the numbers of the other pilots, and Relena (though he never had much fondess for that particular onna, Heero seemed to). That's when he was able to think about it, about Heero Yuy trying yet again to end his life, ending up in a coma... Duo didn't even mention how that happened. First he felt a wave of alarm and distress.... then..
Then a pang of jealously. It was a horrible little emotion, but it was there. Duo and Heero had seemed to formed an instant rapport, even there was no logical explaination for them to do so. Yuy.. who might have been a good warrior and was (usually) sound of mind... but who was serverly lacking in the ability to express emotion, if he truely had any.. and Duo, the cheery, excitiable, fickle Deathscythe pilot. He never understood how someone as outgoing as Duo could so instantly for an attachment to Yuy. Wufei had to work for months to get near to that type of relationship with Duo...
Well, at least Heero didn't seem interested in Duo... he didn't seem interested in anyone. Knowing that, he was able to squelsh the little twinge of jealousy, and concentrate more on his task, and worry about a former comrade in arms....
~~~end
SnK: Better quit for now, I've got a couple of tests tomarrow.. not to mention the essay I have to type, and that other project-dealie, for English.....
Chibi Hwoarang: Heh... you're screwed.
SnK: Shut up. About the 5x2 I added... 5x2 is cool! I had to do do it... since I've got this poster of Wufei that my eyes kept wandering to (up there 'cause I like Wufei, but no one else in my area seems to, so his were the only GW posters left *sniff* poor Wu-chan)... and it told me "Damn it, put me in the fic, onna! .. you know you like 5x2.... 5x2! 5x2!" and I'm like , "Noo.... no more soap oprea plots then I already plan on!! And I like 1x2, too, so there!" but it kept chanting "5x2, 5x2, 5x2" and I evetually gave in.....
*Chibi Hwoarang and ChibiKilik stare at her*
SnK:What...?
Chibi Hwoarang:Are you on something?
SnK: No!!
Chibi Kilik: Are you fevered..?
SnK: Argghh, not you, too! ...you're supposed to be supportive! You're my assistant!!!
*Chibi Kilik and Hwoarang just slowly start to back away, then turn around and run for their lives*
SnK: *looks confused* What's with them...
Anyway, hope you aren't totally disgusted with the fic now. 'Cause if everyone is, there isn't much point in continuing. Please review! Pleeeeaaasssee!!! I beg of you!
Chibi Kilik: Shinigami no kamikaze does not own Gundam Wing or a sense of morality...
...
.. the fic, 'kaze-chan?
...
'KAZE!!!!!!
SnK: *shakes head* yea...? fic... *blinks* fic? ...I'm writing a fic?
Chibi Hwoarang: *looks annoyed* That's what you said you were going to do when you turned off the Playstation and dragged me out here.
SnK: oh yea, huh? Well, then, that's what I'm going to do.
Chibi Hwoarang: *sarcastically* Hooray.
SnK: *glares at him*
Chibi Kilik: *takes advantage of the silence* A friendly reminder, this fic contains: shounen-ai (there's a sentence that might be considered more yaoi... but whatever. SnK don't really think so), angst, and ... I think that's it.
Here Then Gone part 2
by Shinigami no kamikaze
Duo had nearly killed himself twice as he recklessly drove to the District 9 Hospital where Heero, presumably, was being treated... if he was even still alive. The only thing that kept him from getting into an accident was he reflexes he'd developed during the war. Once he'd gotten there and parked (he had thought momentarily about just ditching his car... but quickly dismissed it, deciding that was pretty stupid and pointless), he sprinted straight to the receptionist's desk, ignoring the line of people, demanding to know about Heero. They told him if he didn't calm down, security would remove him. So, reluctantly, he took his place in the line, and everyone waiting gave him dirty looks. So he made a nasty face at them, and they turned around, mumbling to themselves while he fumed. He was restless, and needed to do -something-. Luckly, he did not have to wait long, or else security definately would have had to come to control him.
He did not like the look in the doctor's eyes when he approched with Duo. The first words out of his mouth were, "The situation does not look good." Of course, he followed that up with things 'there's hope' ect. ect. before he even told Duo the problem. Duo was becoming extremely impatient with it all. Finally the dotcor spat out what the 'situation' really was.
Heero was on life support, in a coma. When he had quit breathing, in a matter of minutes, brain cells had started to die. They still did not know the extent of the damage. It was quite possible Heero could make full recovery.... or Heero might never wake up, his body never starting to breathe on it's own again.... or Heero could wake up a vegtable. They didn't know enough to tell.
The doctor let Duo into Heero's room, and left him alone there, telling him that talking to Heero might help... that he might be able to hear. They didn't know one way or another. It seemed to Duo they didn't know alot... Was this all medical science had to offer?
"Heero.. they said talkin' to ya might help, an' you know me, I'm always up for talking, so it's the least I can do." Duo's false cheer immediatly began to melt away... "It's all that I can do...." Duo was quiet for a few moments, the sight of Heero in the hospital bed like that finally sinking in.
The tubes and wire-things stuck in him, were taped to him. The ventilator forcing air in and out of his lungs, his skin as pale as the sheets. The tube from the ventilator that was stuck down Heero's throat ruined the illusion that Heero was just 'sleeping'. It might have been easier to talk had it not been there. Also, the noise.. the heart monitor, the pumping of the air... he shook his head. He was supposed to be talking, no staring at this completely helpless teenager in the bed next to him.
"I've really gotta have a talk with you when you're up to answering me, 'n' all. But for now, Hee-man, it's just me.... huh... Hee-man. You know that over 200 years ago there was a cartoon called He-man... maybe a comic, too. Don't ask me how I know. I just find these weird, stupid bits of trivia... and I remember 'em for some reason. Speaking of comic books, I just read this manga called..."
And so Duo talked. He made a mindless, one-sided conversation that lasted for hours. Well, his talent for that was coming in handy. It was like the old times, almost.... he spoke, Heero did nothing.... except the whole hospital-setting and medical junk. Also, the terrible absence of Heero's presense... it was like he wasn't there. Even when Heero ignored him, Duo always knew he was -there-, and that counted for something. This was worse than talking to a wall. So, he drifted into actual, meaningful, speech.
"Heero, this is -not- cool. If you give up on me now, I'll never forgive you... maybe that's selfish, but I won't. If you could control that damned schizoid system, you can fight through this. So don't you dare give up on life.... you know you're going to drive Quatre on a total guilt trip if you do. You probably are going to give him a heart attack, or he'll have a nervous breakdown when he's 23 because of you. And it's not just him... I mean... I," Duo hesitated. The longer he saw Heero comatose, the more it was tore him up... Heero was his best friend, but... Duo cleared his mind again. Was now really the time to reevaluate his feelings for Heero?
Duo was becoming confused. Were his feelings that of friend/friend, brother/brother (he highly doubted that).... or lover/lover? Was the crisis just screwing him up? When he thought of Heero dying, he felt so hollow... but wouldn't he feel the same about other people... like Wufei... or Hilde? Was his judgement clouded by the emergency, or for the first time becoming clearer to him? He just didn't know. Anyway, this was Heero he was thinking about. There was no chance of him getting those feelings returned.... Of course, this could be the last time he could tell Heero while he was still living.. and in his condition he couldn't punch Duo or anything... he might not even ever know. But could Duo take it if he died, if he'd decided he was in love with Heero Yuy? Duo sighed inwardly.. he was getting ahead of himself.. he still wasn't even sure -what- it was he felt.
"... I don't know what I'd do. But Heero, you'd hurt so many people if you were to die now, like this. You can't let it happen, you can't. The oth--"
Just then a nurse came in. She had to change the sheets. Duo lingered, but forced himself up to leave. He had to tell someone... so he went to search for a payphone or something.
***
The phone rang, interrupting before he could get far into his meditation. Annoyed, he got up and answered the phone on it's fourth ring. Then he met Duo's eyes on the video looking surprizingly sorrowful. His own countenance became one of worry once he saw Duo's. "What's wrong, Maxwell?"
"Probably won't be home longer than I expected, so don't expect me anytime soon..." Wufei and Duo had become roommates, since Wufei worked for the Preventer office stationed in Duo's home colony. No relation beyond friendship had really been formed, much to Wufei's disappointment. The braided teen didn't know it, but Wufei had requested to be stationed at the L2 branch.
Wufei knew exactly he started to fall for the pilot of the now-destroyed Deathscythe, and he'd known his feelings for awhile now. It had definatley been after he destoryed his Gundam... after he forced himself to let go of that and everything attached with it, there was this void left in him. He tried to busy himself in his work, to see if it would fill him, but his job with the Preventers couldn't make things better. Then Duo made one of his sporadic visits and the void was gone. No... it was more than that.. he started to feel more alive then than ever in his life. When Duo had left, it felt like the American had taken a piece of Wufei with him.... that the boy was what Wufei needed to complete his life.
When Wufei first roomed with Duo, he'd ment to do it simply to see exactly where Duo's preference's lay, and if he was involved with someone. He'd accomplished nothing but torturing himself, the object of his desire dangling right in front of him. Hell, his desire had probably increased in size ten times since he'd started this. So, basically, the "observe Duo to see if it's okay to proceed" plan failed misrabley.
Then he'd tried subtly to make advances on Duo, to at least let him know about his feelings and intentions. But subtly was something forgein to Duo's way of thinking, therefore he was quite immune to it. Wufei still couldn't gather up the courage to tell Duo straightout, something he chasited himself for everyday...
Wufei was afraid Duo would throw him out, would want to have nothing to do with him. He knew that was stupid, since he wouldn't love Duo if Duo was like that, but still.. the thought was in the back of his mind whenever he opened his mouth to tell Duo. The he'd get lost in those violet eyes, and all sense and logic would be scattered. He wanted nothing less than to see anything impure like disgust in those eyes, so he always found something else to say... The only good that had come out of his staying with Duo was a closer friendship, which he cherished more than anything... at least it was something... hopefully, a start...
So he was trapped of his own personal hell, of his own making. His years and years of self-discipline keeping him from doing anything rash when Duo came running out of the shower, only a towel wrapped loosely around his waist (which he'd done a few times for different reasons...). But each night, as he went to sleep, he'd face the wall that was between him and Duo's bedroom, wishing he could be there, sharing that bed.... and not only for pleasure, but for warmth, comfort, security, understanding... and all those other things his life lacked but Duo provided. Wufei wanted to be with him, he wanted to have him in his arms, and at times, be held by him....
But all that didn't matter right now.. not when Duo was upset. Duo continued to speak after Wufei nodded in acknowlegement.
".. Heero tried to kill himself, he's in a coma. We're on colony X018802, District 9 Hospital. Got it? Please tell everyone who should know." Duo treated Wufei with a smile.. a small, sad smile... but a smile none the less. "Thanks, Buddy." Then the transmission ended. Wufei took it all down on a piece of paper, and went to go fetch the numbers of the other pilots, and Relena (though he never had much fondess for that particular onna, Heero seemed to). That's when he was able to think about it, about Heero Yuy trying yet again to end his life, ending up in a coma... Duo didn't even mention how that happened. First he felt a wave of alarm and distress.... then..
Then a pang of jealously. It was a horrible little emotion, but it was there. Duo and Heero had seemed to formed an instant rapport, even there was no logical explaination for them to do so. Yuy.. who might have been a good warrior and was (usually) sound of mind... but who was serverly lacking in the ability to express emotion, if he truely had any.. and Duo, the cheery, excitiable, fickle Deathscythe pilot. He never understood how someone as outgoing as Duo could so instantly for an attachment to Yuy. Wufei had to work for months to get near to that type of relationship with Duo...
Well, at least Heero didn't seem interested in Duo... he didn't seem interested in anyone. Knowing that, he was able to squelsh the little twinge of jealousy, and concentrate more on his task, and worry about a former comrade in arms....
~~~end
SnK: Better quit for now, I've got a couple of tests tomarrow.. not to mention the essay I have to type, and that other project-dealie, for English.....
Chibi Hwoarang: Heh... you're screwed.
SnK: Shut up. About the 5x2 I added... 5x2 is cool! I had to do do it... since I've got this poster of Wufei that my eyes kept wandering to (up there 'cause I like Wufei, but no one else in my area seems to, so his were the only GW posters left *sniff* poor Wu-chan)... and it told me "Damn it, put me in the fic, onna! .. you know you like 5x2.... 5x2! 5x2!" and I'm like , "Noo.... no more soap oprea plots then I already plan on!! And I like 1x2, too, so there!" but it kept chanting "5x2, 5x2, 5x2" and I evetually gave in.....
*Chibi Hwoarang and ChibiKilik stare at her*
SnK:What...?
Chibi Hwoarang:Are you on something?
SnK: No!!
Chibi Kilik: Are you fevered..?
SnK: Argghh, not you, too! ...you're supposed to be supportive! You're my assistant!!!
*Chibi Kilik and Hwoarang just slowly start to back away, then turn around and run for their lives*
SnK: *looks confused* What's with them...
Anyway, hope you aren't totally disgusted with the fic now. 'Cause if everyone is, there isn't much point in continuing. Please review! Pleeeeaaasssee!!! I beg of you!