Kilik:Shinigami no Kamikaze does not own Gundam Wing or a sense of morality.
SnK: *stares at pink bunny* He's much more pleasant when he's harmless, isn't he, Kilik?
Kilik:*nods enthusiastically*
Pink Bunny (formerly known as Hwoarang): nnnkk! nnn!
SnK:Is he supposed to be making those noises?
Kilik:*shrugs* You made him.
SnK:Ah... whatever.
Pink Bunny: !!!!!
Kilik:A friendly reminder, this fic contains shounen ai, violence, and angst... oh, and do I have to tell you that you must read the other parts first or you'll be completely, utterly, hoplessly lost? Thought not.
Here Then Gone part 7
by Shinigami no Kamikaze
Wufei exited the shop, his bottle of whiskey wrapped up in a brown paper bag in his hand. He wasn't two steps from the store before he opened it up and began to drink the vile stuff. But as long as it made him numb for awhile, he didn't care what it was like.
He walked aimlessly for the better half of an hour. He wandered into the park, and then he saw the source of all his newborn hate, also wandering... He seethed, rage bubling just underneth the surface. Then he heard Yuy call out, "Duo?" and that was it. Now he dared to search for Duo, to whom he'd only caused pain, without giving it a second thought?!?
Wufei's mind, clouded as it was, suddenly pulled up the memory of the 6 inch survival knife that was a piece of standard equipment for Preventers field gear. And he was wearing his field jacket, with the pocket holding the knife in the lining. Blindly, Wufei reached for it, completely filled with anger and hate. He would make Yuy pay for the pain he'd caused Duo. He would protect Duo from him....
He approched Yuy, and he let the bottle of whiskey drop. Heero spun around at the noise. "Wufei." he stated, noting the knife and the look in his 'friend's eyes.
"You were the one who hurt Duo." Heero was unsure how to react to that. Then Wufei asked, "Do you deny it?"
"No." Heero had begun to wish that he could. From where Wufei now stood, Heero could smell the alcohol on him.
"Do you have any idea how much you've been hurting him?" Wufei said, his voice growing louder, grip tightening on the weapon.
"..." Heero had to think about that one. He'd known that Duo was hurt by some of his remarks, but as he only looked into Duo's eyes that once, he could not have claimed to really known how much pain he'd been causing Duo all along. "No." he finally answered.
He didn't think it could be more than what he himself had been going through, but maybe he was wrong... that pain he'd been trying to avoid... was Duo in that kind of pain? He realised, that this whole time, he had not really even thought about how Duo was feeling. Sure, he'd heard the sorrow in Duo's voice.. but he had only been concerned with the pain that had made _him_ feel... what had he been doing? Unfamiliar emotions began to act up inside again, and if he'd thought he'd been hurting before... damn, what good were these feelings, anyway?
Wufei growled, and prepared to strike. Heero looked up at him, looked at his stance. Wufei was drunk, Wufei was slow. Heero could have easily escaped, or broken Wufei's wrist.. he could have easily done a hundred things to avoid the knife in Wufei's hands. But he could not find the will in which to do them with. He watched as Wufei lunged at him, watched as he passed the point of no return, the point where no one could stop him from hitting what was in front of him. They were so absorbed in each other, they had not heard their names being shouted out in despiration and panic.
Heero closed his eyes, waiting to feel the blade inside him. Wufei felt the knife he held embed itself to the handle. Then there was a cry.. and Heero opened his eyes, seeing a chestnut braid hanging in front of him.
Wufei's eyes widened as he saw violet eyes clouded with pain, as he held the handle of the knife buried in the American who'd become his world and warm blood spilled on him told him it was all horrible reality... A hand came around his, and Wufei cried, voice filled with anguish, "Duo!!!" He let go of the knife handle and Duo wrapped both his hands around it, trying to do something to control the bleeding. Then Duo's legs gave out beneath him and he fell to his side, the impact forceing the air out of his lungs. He coughed, and blood came up, splattering crimson the the park sidewalk.
Then there was a scream from a young mother with a stroller who saw Duo fall. This was followed by similar screams as people began to actually notice the trio once blood was spilled.
Heero heard none of it. Duo... the blood....
---
"Duo, you're bleeding."
Duo looked at him quizically, "What?"
"Your lip, it's bleeding."
Duo touched his lips lightly, and looked down, surprized to find Heero was right, and there was blood there. "Oh, it's just 'cause my lips are chapped. Damn cold..."
---
"Oi, Heero!" Duo grinned, as the cockpit to Deathscythe-Hell opened, even though there was blood trickling down the right side of his pale face, beads of sweat on his forehead. Heero felt two sensations at once, it was confusing... one, the pleasant feeling that usually came with Duo's presence, and... fear? Fear of what...? The mission wasn't in any danger..... pushing the confusing sensations away, he spoke.
"Duo, what happened?"
Duo shrugged, "The skrimish got a little out of hand. Deathscythe got a little beat up, 'sall there is to tell."
"You need medical attention."
Duo had been busying himself unstrapping the saftey harness while Heero had spoken. "It isn't that bad." Duo got up with a soft groan, and Heero would later learn it was probably because it bothered his brusied ribs to get up. Duo was a little shakey on his feet, so when he reached the catwalk in front of Deathscythe where Heero was standing, Heero grabbed Duo and helped him to walk, pleased with the way Duo's warmth beside him felt. It also felt.... right.
"Heero, this really isn't necessary..." Since Duo wasn't fighting him, and Heero did not want the feeling of Duo next to him to end any eariler than it must, he did not stop. And they went that way to the infirmary.
---
"...Duo..." Heero murmered, as something inside of him released a portion of what he'd lost. It was the first time he'd spoken Duo's name since he'd woken up from his coma. It felt good to say. The current situation fled his mind, and he was too much in shock to do anything but stand there.
Wufei ignored Heero.. he was insignificant. He fell to his knees beside Duo. Duo looked up at him. He opened his mouth to day something. Wufei placed one of his bloodsoaked hands over his lips. There were tears in Wufei's eyes... what had he done? His whole body shook, but he did not cry.. not yet at least. "Don't try to talk... it'll be alright" Wufei said as soothingly as he could. Then he noticed Duo's body was shaking, too, only much worse... by all that was holy, what had he done?!?
Then Wufei couldn't stop it... the tears had wills of their own, and demanded to be released. They fell onto the ground, and they mingled with Duo's blood. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was his fear that this was his last chance to speak to Duo, but for whatever reason, Wufei leaned over, and whipsered to Duo, "I love you."
Duo's only visible reation was the widening of his eyes... and being this close to Duo... after telling him at last... Wufei had to take the next step... so he leaned down and pressed his lips against Duo's, though he took the kiss no father. He just had to feel those lips against his... His mouth was filled with the the salty taste of blood, and Wufei pulled back, knowing he had no right... that he was taking advantage of Duo, who was helpless... which only made the tears run down his face faster.
"I'm so sorry... I didn't know what I was doing." That statement, at least, was true for both of his senseless actions. He knew Duo would never forgive him now.. he looked at Duo's sparkling eyes... sparking now with tears, instead of the joy Wufei had grown so fond of... but he was unable to read them, they were too awash with pain.
"You..." And that was all the warning Wufei got when suddenly, Heero lept from where he'd been standing and tackled him. Sitting astride Wufei, Heero raised a fist, eyes sparking with anger. Wufei didn't struggle, even though he knew that look in Yuy's eyes ment he was very likey going to beat him to death here and now. He deserved to die a thousand deaths for what he'd done... no.. that was not enough for the likes of him.
Duo tried to force his voice to work, to say anything to get their attention. He'd used his body to shield Heero to keep Wufei from killing him in a fit of rage... but not so that Heero could turn around and kill Wufei in a fit of rage. They were continuing with the meaningless fight dispite his efforts to stop them...
Before Heero could take the first punch, before Duo got his voice to cooperate, a man grabbed Heero's hand, and started talking to him. Duo couldn't make out what they were saying... other people he didn't know were converging on him, now. Appearently, after Heero restained the assailant, the people around had grown bolder. The people surrounding him blocked his veiw of Heero, Wufei, and the stranger. They blocked out anything he could see, there was just a wall of blurry parts of people. Duo closed his eyes.. so tired...
"Stand back! Give him some air!" Female voice... he felt a delicate hand slap him lightly on his unbruised cheek. The same voice said, "Wake up.. stay awake, the ambulance is coming!" Duo opened his eyes, suddenly remembering what might happen to him if he let himself slip away now. After the world stopped spinning, a blurry image of a woman in front of him came into veiw. There was clear sky behind her... appearently, the people had listened and backed away. He felt fingers at his throat checking his pulse, and heard her speaking soothingly, even though he could detect panic beneath her calm tone. "That's good. Everything's going to be fine.. a hospital's really close by... just keep awake... can you talk..?"
After a moment of collecting himself, Duo managed a shakey yes, followed by a shakey smile.
He forced his eyes to focus, and saw the woman smile back at him, "We're going to have to move you, alright?"
"Y-yea... s..shh...sure.." Then Duo felt as he was carefully rolled onto his back, as not to disturb the position of the knife and make things worse, and while it was happening he heard the woman ask him, "What's your name?". He felt as his legs were elevated off the ground... as they put him into the shock posistion. "D-Du...o..."
"Duo?" At Duo's slight nod, she continued, "Alright, Duo, could you please let go of the knife...?" He hadn't realised he had his hands still wrapped around it, and so he let go. Some type of cloth was put around it, and he groaned as pressure was applied. He felt so weak, and so thirsty...
The woman continued to speak soothingly to him, while using a bit of cloth to wipe the blood from around his mouth. He stopped consentrating hard enough on her words to understand what they ment... Duo was very confused, and a part of him realized it was probably do to the shock and bloodloss.. He tried to collect his thoughts, to figure out what was going on... Then he felt the woman slap him lightly again and he opened his eyes... he didn't remember letting them close... The woman's voice was now more paniced, "Duo! You have to stay up, okay..?"
Then she began to ask him questions, meanless questions just so he'd stay with her, having to pause to shake him awake now and then. But, it was of no use. Duo was taken by darkness before he realised what happening.
---
Heero was completely and fully ready to kill Wufei, here and now, in front of all these people. But surprizingly, it took only one hand around his wrist to make him break off that train of thought, if only for a moment, and look up. There was a bald man who looked like he was in his 50's, but who was still very much in shape and had the look of someone who'd seen a hellvalot during his time.
"Is he worth killing, son?" Heero looked up at the man, blank expression he wore so often firmly implanted on his face, but his bloodlust still raged beneath his exterior. "I've seen that look in people's eyes before, boy, so, is he worth it?"
"I've killed before." Heero did not say it threatingly, angryly... just in his normal monotone. Because it was a simple fact, and nothing more.
"No doubt you have. But think about it, for a minute. This isn't a warzone..", Young, though Heero was, the man knew the eyes of a soldier, and he had them. "Killing him here is murder, you've already go him under contol... I don't think that kid who saved you would be very happy with you if you threw your life away for a little revenge... If you continue to solve problems with killing, you'll be just like him." The man glanced down a Wufei, "Let the police take care of him, you don't need to do anything but hold him."
The man let go of Heero's wrist as his arm relaxed. Kid who'd saved him? ...Duo!! How could he have been so thoughtless, again? He looked over to where Duo fell, but couldn't see him as a crowd seemed to have encircled him. His heart beat faster... he felt sick... he'd just begun to remember how wonderful Duo's presence could make him feel... he still hadn't made what he'd done to Duo right (as if he ever could..)... there was so much he needed Duo for. He couldn't lose him now!
The man guessed Heero was concerned about Duo. He'd seen the boy who'd been stabbed screaming out two names at them, like he knew them, before he was struck. He figured that the boy was something special to this kid. That boy had to think somethin' of Heero to take a hit like that for him... and the man didn't care if they were simply friends, brothers, or lovers... Heero should know how that other kid was doing. "I'll go check on him..", the man did not want to risk the attacker escaping by trading places with Heero so he could check up on the boy for himself. He looked down at Wufei, who's eyes had taken a glazed over quality, "You got him?" At Heero's nod, the man left.
Standing at 6' 2", he could see over the crowd of on lookers with relative ease. One glance was all he needed, though, to tell it wasn't good. There was blood everywhere, on the sidewalk, soaking the shirt they'd pressed around the knife. Some man was offering another shirt to be placed around the wound, and the woman at the boy's head was trying to get him to open his eyes. The boy's skin was pale, he was sweating profusely, and his breathing appeared shallow.. all signs of shock. He noted, though, that the person leading his 'treatment' was Anja... he knew her from when he was a soldier.. a good person, and a better nurse. If anyone could keep the boy alive, it was her. He stuck around the scene just long enough to watch the boy's eyes twitch and flicker open, before he went back to Heero.
"How is he?" The voice the boy with the Prussian blue eyes sounded indifferent... if one's voice sould be indifferent and strained at the same time. The man was unsure what to say, so he stuck with "He's in good hands." The glare he recieved next told him plainly that he'd better not avoid the truth. For all Heero knew, 'good hands' were the hands of any God this man might believe in. So the man said, "He's still alive, but he's in shock because it looks like he's lost a lot of blood." Heero quit glaring at him after that, and instead chose to glare at Wufei.
Wufei blinked for the first time in a long time, once he heard how Duo was doing. Then again his mind was consumed with self-accusing thoughts, self loathing, and fear and anxiety over Duo's health.
Heero was still trying to deal with the stress of his memories, Wufei attacking him, and Duo's condition all at once. And it wasn't working very well, so Heero's mind ran on half power, only allowing him to concentrate on holding down the unresisting Wufei.
Then there were sirens, and a couple of police officers came to lead Heero away, and arrest Wufei. While Heero's mind still did not function properly, he did not answer their questions. They asked other witnesses, and pieced together what had happened. They took Heero's name, and told him he'd probably be called to drop by the station the next day. Then they put Wufei, who was in handcuffs but still not resisting, in the backseat of a patrol car, and drove away. That's when Heero wandered back to where he'd originally pinned Wufei.
Heero, no longer having Wufei or the police to distract the working half of his mind, noticed the police start to break up the crowd... When he saw the blood left on the ground where Duo was he snapped out his daze.
Wait... where Duo -was-..? Where was Duo now!?
~~~end
SnK: *throws back head in manaical laugher, sitting in a large black throne, petting her angry looking pink bunny* Uwah hahahahaha!
Is Duo dead? I dunno... but we'll all find out alot faster if you review.
A thing to keep in mind is, I love Duo, but I also love Wufei and Heero... and I love Wufei and Heero nearly the same amount. So, why would I play favorites and break only one of their hearts...? *evil grin*
Kilik:Why are you being so mean?
Duo: Yeah, why the hell are you being so mean?!
SnK:*blinks* where'd you come from?
*Duo points to her wonderful new Duo poster, which is now missing Duo*
SnK:Damn... paid good money for that....
Kilik&Duo:Answer us!!!
SnK:Oh... I think the evilness Cherry seemed so proud of *coughinSomeoneElse'sStarpart5cough* was infectous... although, we all shouldn't blame her, I've been thinking about doing this since I added the 5x2... I need to resolve it somehow...
Moral of the story? *eg* Review..... *innocent puppy dog eyes* ...please...?
PS-Hope the fic itself wasn't too confusing.. there's some flashbacks and backtracking thrown in there....
SnK: *stares at pink bunny* He's much more pleasant when he's harmless, isn't he, Kilik?
Kilik:*nods enthusiastically*
Pink Bunny (formerly known as Hwoarang): nnnkk! nnn!
SnK:Is he supposed to be making those noises?
Kilik:*shrugs* You made him.
SnK:Ah... whatever.
Pink Bunny: !!!!!
Kilik:A friendly reminder, this fic contains shounen ai, violence, and angst... oh, and do I have to tell you that you must read the other parts first or you'll be completely, utterly, hoplessly lost? Thought not.
Here Then Gone part 7
by Shinigami no Kamikaze
Wufei exited the shop, his bottle of whiskey wrapped up in a brown paper bag in his hand. He wasn't two steps from the store before he opened it up and began to drink the vile stuff. But as long as it made him numb for awhile, he didn't care what it was like.
He walked aimlessly for the better half of an hour. He wandered into the park, and then he saw the source of all his newborn hate, also wandering... He seethed, rage bubling just underneth the surface. Then he heard Yuy call out, "Duo?" and that was it. Now he dared to search for Duo, to whom he'd only caused pain, without giving it a second thought?!?
Wufei's mind, clouded as it was, suddenly pulled up the memory of the 6 inch survival knife that was a piece of standard equipment for Preventers field gear. And he was wearing his field jacket, with the pocket holding the knife in the lining. Blindly, Wufei reached for it, completely filled with anger and hate. He would make Yuy pay for the pain he'd caused Duo. He would protect Duo from him....
He approched Yuy, and he let the bottle of whiskey drop. Heero spun around at the noise. "Wufei." he stated, noting the knife and the look in his 'friend's eyes.
"You were the one who hurt Duo." Heero was unsure how to react to that. Then Wufei asked, "Do you deny it?"
"No." Heero had begun to wish that he could. From where Wufei now stood, Heero could smell the alcohol on him.
"Do you have any idea how much you've been hurting him?" Wufei said, his voice growing louder, grip tightening on the weapon.
"..." Heero had to think about that one. He'd known that Duo was hurt by some of his remarks, but as he only looked into Duo's eyes that once, he could not have claimed to really known how much pain he'd been causing Duo all along. "No." he finally answered.
He didn't think it could be more than what he himself had been going through, but maybe he was wrong... that pain he'd been trying to avoid... was Duo in that kind of pain? He realised, that this whole time, he had not really even thought about how Duo was feeling. Sure, he'd heard the sorrow in Duo's voice.. but he had only been concerned with the pain that had made _him_ feel... what had he been doing? Unfamiliar emotions began to act up inside again, and if he'd thought he'd been hurting before... damn, what good were these feelings, anyway?
Wufei growled, and prepared to strike. Heero looked up at him, looked at his stance. Wufei was drunk, Wufei was slow. Heero could have easily escaped, or broken Wufei's wrist.. he could have easily done a hundred things to avoid the knife in Wufei's hands. But he could not find the will in which to do them with. He watched as Wufei lunged at him, watched as he passed the point of no return, the point where no one could stop him from hitting what was in front of him. They were so absorbed in each other, they had not heard their names being shouted out in despiration and panic.
Heero closed his eyes, waiting to feel the blade inside him. Wufei felt the knife he held embed itself to the handle. Then there was a cry.. and Heero opened his eyes, seeing a chestnut braid hanging in front of him.
Wufei's eyes widened as he saw violet eyes clouded with pain, as he held the handle of the knife buried in the American who'd become his world and warm blood spilled on him told him it was all horrible reality... A hand came around his, and Wufei cried, voice filled with anguish, "Duo!!!" He let go of the knife handle and Duo wrapped both his hands around it, trying to do something to control the bleeding. Then Duo's legs gave out beneath him and he fell to his side, the impact forceing the air out of his lungs. He coughed, and blood came up, splattering crimson the the park sidewalk.
Then there was a scream from a young mother with a stroller who saw Duo fall. This was followed by similar screams as people began to actually notice the trio once blood was spilled.
Heero heard none of it. Duo... the blood....
---
"Duo, you're bleeding."
Duo looked at him quizically, "What?"
"Your lip, it's bleeding."
Duo touched his lips lightly, and looked down, surprized to find Heero was right, and there was blood there. "Oh, it's just 'cause my lips are chapped. Damn cold..."
---
"Oi, Heero!" Duo grinned, as the cockpit to Deathscythe-Hell opened, even though there was blood trickling down the right side of his pale face, beads of sweat on his forehead. Heero felt two sensations at once, it was confusing... one, the pleasant feeling that usually came with Duo's presence, and... fear? Fear of what...? The mission wasn't in any danger..... pushing the confusing sensations away, he spoke.
"Duo, what happened?"
Duo shrugged, "The skrimish got a little out of hand. Deathscythe got a little beat up, 'sall there is to tell."
"You need medical attention."
Duo had been busying himself unstrapping the saftey harness while Heero had spoken. "It isn't that bad." Duo got up with a soft groan, and Heero would later learn it was probably because it bothered his brusied ribs to get up. Duo was a little shakey on his feet, so when he reached the catwalk in front of Deathscythe where Heero was standing, Heero grabbed Duo and helped him to walk, pleased with the way Duo's warmth beside him felt. It also felt.... right.
"Heero, this really isn't necessary..." Since Duo wasn't fighting him, and Heero did not want the feeling of Duo next to him to end any eariler than it must, he did not stop. And they went that way to the infirmary.
---
"...Duo..." Heero murmered, as something inside of him released a portion of what he'd lost. It was the first time he'd spoken Duo's name since he'd woken up from his coma. It felt good to say. The current situation fled his mind, and he was too much in shock to do anything but stand there.
Wufei ignored Heero.. he was insignificant. He fell to his knees beside Duo. Duo looked up at him. He opened his mouth to day something. Wufei placed one of his bloodsoaked hands over his lips. There were tears in Wufei's eyes... what had he done? His whole body shook, but he did not cry.. not yet at least. "Don't try to talk... it'll be alright" Wufei said as soothingly as he could. Then he noticed Duo's body was shaking, too, only much worse... by all that was holy, what had he done?!?
Then Wufei couldn't stop it... the tears had wills of their own, and demanded to be released. They fell onto the ground, and they mingled with Duo's blood. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was his fear that this was his last chance to speak to Duo, but for whatever reason, Wufei leaned over, and whipsered to Duo, "I love you."
Duo's only visible reation was the widening of his eyes... and being this close to Duo... after telling him at last... Wufei had to take the next step... so he leaned down and pressed his lips against Duo's, though he took the kiss no father. He just had to feel those lips against his... His mouth was filled with the the salty taste of blood, and Wufei pulled back, knowing he had no right... that he was taking advantage of Duo, who was helpless... which only made the tears run down his face faster.
"I'm so sorry... I didn't know what I was doing." That statement, at least, was true for both of his senseless actions. He knew Duo would never forgive him now.. he looked at Duo's sparkling eyes... sparking now with tears, instead of the joy Wufei had grown so fond of... but he was unable to read them, they were too awash with pain.
"You..." And that was all the warning Wufei got when suddenly, Heero lept from where he'd been standing and tackled him. Sitting astride Wufei, Heero raised a fist, eyes sparking with anger. Wufei didn't struggle, even though he knew that look in Yuy's eyes ment he was very likey going to beat him to death here and now. He deserved to die a thousand deaths for what he'd done... no.. that was not enough for the likes of him.
Duo tried to force his voice to work, to say anything to get their attention. He'd used his body to shield Heero to keep Wufei from killing him in a fit of rage... but not so that Heero could turn around and kill Wufei in a fit of rage. They were continuing with the meaningless fight dispite his efforts to stop them...
Before Heero could take the first punch, before Duo got his voice to cooperate, a man grabbed Heero's hand, and started talking to him. Duo couldn't make out what they were saying... other people he didn't know were converging on him, now. Appearently, after Heero restained the assailant, the people around had grown bolder. The people surrounding him blocked his veiw of Heero, Wufei, and the stranger. They blocked out anything he could see, there was just a wall of blurry parts of people. Duo closed his eyes.. so tired...
"Stand back! Give him some air!" Female voice... he felt a delicate hand slap him lightly on his unbruised cheek. The same voice said, "Wake up.. stay awake, the ambulance is coming!" Duo opened his eyes, suddenly remembering what might happen to him if he let himself slip away now. After the world stopped spinning, a blurry image of a woman in front of him came into veiw. There was clear sky behind her... appearently, the people had listened and backed away. He felt fingers at his throat checking his pulse, and heard her speaking soothingly, even though he could detect panic beneath her calm tone. "That's good. Everything's going to be fine.. a hospital's really close by... just keep awake... can you talk..?"
After a moment of collecting himself, Duo managed a shakey yes, followed by a shakey smile.
He forced his eyes to focus, and saw the woman smile back at him, "We're going to have to move you, alright?"
"Y-yea... s..shh...sure.." Then Duo felt as he was carefully rolled onto his back, as not to disturb the position of the knife and make things worse, and while it was happening he heard the woman ask him, "What's your name?". He felt as his legs were elevated off the ground... as they put him into the shock posistion. "D-Du...o..."
"Duo?" At Duo's slight nod, she continued, "Alright, Duo, could you please let go of the knife...?" He hadn't realised he had his hands still wrapped around it, and so he let go. Some type of cloth was put around it, and he groaned as pressure was applied. He felt so weak, and so thirsty...
The woman continued to speak soothingly to him, while using a bit of cloth to wipe the blood from around his mouth. He stopped consentrating hard enough on her words to understand what they ment... Duo was very confused, and a part of him realized it was probably do to the shock and bloodloss.. He tried to collect his thoughts, to figure out what was going on... Then he felt the woman slap him lightly again and he opened his eyes... he didn't remember letting them close... The woman's voice was now more paniced, "Duo! You have to stay up, okay..?"
Then she began to ask him questions, meanless questions just so he'd stay with her, having to pause to shake him awake now and then. But, it was of no use. Duo was taken by darkness before he realised what happening.
---
Heero was completely and fully ready to kill Wufei, here and now, in front of all these people. But surprizingly, it took only one hand around his wrist to make him break off that train of thought, if only for a moment, and look up. There was a bald man who looked like he was in his 50's, but who was still very much in shape and had the look of someone who'd seen a hellvalot during his time.
"Is he worth killing, son?" Heero looked up at the man, blank expression he wore so often firmly implanted on his face, but his bloodlust still raged beneath his exterior. "I've seen that look in people's eyes before, boy, so, is he worth it?"
"I've killed before." Heero did not say it threatingly, angryly... just in his normal monotone. Because it was a simple fact, and nothing more.
"No doubt you have. But think about it, for a minute. This isn't a warzone..", Young, though Heero was, the man knew the eyes of a soldier, and he had them. "Killing him here is murder, you've already go him under contol... I don't think that kid who saved you would be very happy with you if you threw your life away for a little revenge... If you continue to solve problems with killing, you'll be just like him." The man glanced down a Wufei, "Let the police take care of him, you don't need to do anything but hold him."
The man let go of Heero's wrist as his arm relaxed. Kid who'd saved him? ...Duo!! How could he have been so thoughtless, again? He looked over to where Duo fell, but couldn't see him as a crowd seemed to have encircled him. His heart beat faster... he felt sick... he'd just begun to remember how wonderful Duo's presence could make him feel... he still hadn't made what he'd done to Duo right (as if he ever could..)... there was so much he needed Duo for. He couldn't lose him now!
The man guessed Heero was concerned about Duo. He'd seen the boy who'd been stabbed screaming out two names at them, like he knew them, before he was struck. He figured that the boy was something special to this kid. That boy had to think somethin' of Heero to take a hit like that for him... and the man didn't care if they were simply friends, brothers, or lovers... Heero should know how that other kid was doing. "I'll go check on him..", the man did not want to risk the attacker escaping by trading places with Heero so he could check up on the boy for himself. He looked down at Wufei, who's eyes had taken a glazed over quality, "You got him?" At Heero's nod, the man left.
Standing at 6' 2", he could see over the crowd of on lookers with relative ease. One glance was all he needed, though, to tell it wasn't good. There was blood everywhere, on the sidewalk, soaking the shirt they'd pressed around the knife. Some man was offering another shirt to be placed around the wound, and the woman at the boy's head was trying to get him to open his eyes. The boy's skin was pale, he was sweating profusely, and his breathing appeared shallow.. all signs of shock. He noted, though, that the person leading his 'treatment' was Anja... he knew her from when he was a soldier.. a good person, and a better nurse. If anyone could keep the boy alive, it was her. He stuck around the scene just long enough to watch the boy's eyes twitch and flicker open, before he went back to Heero.
"How is he?" The voice the boy with the Prussian blue eyes sounded indifferent... if one's voice sould be indifferent and strained at the same time. The man was unsure what to say, so he stuck with "He's in good hands." The glare he recieved next told him plainly that he'd better not avoid the truth. For all Heero knew, 'good hands' were the hands of any God this man might believe in. So the man said, "He's still alive, but he's in shock because it looks like he's lost a lot of blood." Heero quit glaring at him after that, and instead chose to glare at Wufei.
Wufei blinked for the first time in a long time, once he heard how Duo was doing. Then again his mind was consumed with self-accusing thoughts, self loathing, and fear and anxiety over Duo's health.
Heero was still trying to deal with the stress of his memories, Wufei attacking him, and Duo's condition all at once. And it wasn't working very well, so Heero's mind ran on half power, only allowing him to concentrate on holding down the unresisting Wufei.
Then there were sirens, and a couple of police officers came to lead Heero away, and arrest Wufei. While Heero's mind still did not function properly, he did not answer their questions. They asked other witnesses, and pieced together what had happened. They took Heero's name, and told him he'd probably be called to drop by the station the next day. Then they put Wufei, who was in handcuffs but still not resisting, in the backseat of a patrol car, and drove away. That's when Heero wandered back to where he'd originally pinned Wufei.
Heero, no longer having Wufei or the police to distract the working half of his mind, noticed the police start to break up the crowd... When he saw the blood left on the ground where Duo was he snapped out his daze.
Wait... where Duo -was-..? Where was Duo now!?
~~~end
SnK: *throws back head in manaical laugher, sitting in a large black throne, petting her angry looking pink bunny* Uwah hahahahaha!
Is Duo dead? I dunno... but we'll all find out alot faster if you review.
A thing to keep in mind is, I love Duo, but I also love Wufei and Heero... and I love Wufei and Heero nearly the same amount. So, why would I play favorites and break only one of their hearts...? *evil grin*
Kilik:Why are you being so mean?
Duo: Yeah, why the hell are you being so mean?!
SnK:*blinks* where'd you come from?
*Duo points to her wonderful new Duo poster, which is now missing Duo*
SnK:Damn... paid good money for that....
Kilik&Duo:Answer us!!!
SnK:Oh... I think the evilness Cherry seemed so proud of *coughinSomeoneElse'sStarpart5cough* was infectous... although, we all shouldn't blame her, I've been thinking about doing this since I added the 5x2... I need to resolve it somehow...
Moral of the story? *eg* Review..... *innocent puppy dog eyes* ...please...?
PS-Hope the fic itself wasn't too confusing.. there's some flashbacks and backtracking thrown in there....