Forbidden Love
by Duo's Chick
and
Star Kindler
Chapter Six
Disclaimer: We don't own Gundam Wing…
Author's Note: We love the response we've gotten. It's great that some people out there are taking this fic seriously. Oh, and to answer "Stormy's" question, the Kommandant is Trowa Barton from GW, and not the one shot in EW.
Warnings: Yaoi, angst
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February 5, 1943
I've finally lost my will to live.
Since Quatre's death, I have become lifeless; I'm just a human being who's alive on the outside, but dead on the inside. Quatre was the spark that kept the fire of hope burning inside of me. But now that fire has died out.
And it was all thanks to Heero.
Tears are stinging my eyes as I write this. Just imprinting Heero's name on this piece of paper makes those tears want to fall. But I hold them back, for fear of looking like a coward.
I had trusted Heero with my heart and soul. Like Quatre, he had given me hope, but in a different way. Before encountering the soldier who had stolen my heart, I had believed all the SS Soldiers to be cruel and heartless, not giving a damn about what happened to the prisoners.
Then Heero came along.
At first, he had appeared stern and cold-hearted, the same as the rest of those heartless bastards who dare to call themselves soldiers. But after he held me comfortingly in his arms following the brutal attack from Officer Barton, my viewpoints and opinion on Heero quickly changed. I could find a friend in Heero, someone to help me hold on in these bleak times.
Shortly after, I found a friend in a fellow inmate: Quatre, the tiny little blonde whom I had instantly adored. He was the person who kept me strong during those long work days, the one I could always count on to keep me going strong.
Then I find out about this new experiment within this hellhole. Some new kind of drug was designed in order to make homosexuals straight. That is ludicrous! Lord knows it would never work. And I had thought Heero would think the same thing. But I was wrong, so very wrong.
Out of all the prisoners he could have chosen, why dear little Quatre? He had done nothing wrong, and no way in hell did he deserve to suffer as he did!
I don't know in my right mind why Heero chose Quatre. Now that I think about it, I almost wish he had chosen me. It is now more than ever that I want to end my miserable life.
What do I have to live for? Nothing, absolutely nothing.
Tonight, I have decided, I will escape.
Escape the camp. Escape the pain. Escape the misery. Escape my horrible, horrible life.
DM
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Duo lay silently in the dark room, thinking. He was thinking of how he would be taking the easy way out by escaping and ending the cruel time spent in Sachsenhausen.
He sighed, turning over onto his back. No matter how much it hurt him, the braided boy still had feelings for Heero. He just wouldn't admit it to himself.
Duo's thoughts were interrupted by the loud wails of a siren in the near distance. Curiously, Duo peered out of his window in order to see what was going on.
Apparently, someone had been as fed up as Duo and had planned escape. Duo could see the prisoner trying to run as fast as he could, but to no avail. The SS Soldiers soon caught up to him, one of them holding a gun up to the prisoner's head and, without hesitation, pulling the trigger. The prisoner instantly crumpled to the ground, lifeless.
Duo watched this whole ordeal with horror in his violet eyes as they slowly sparkled with unshed tears. 'I will not cry, I will not be weak and cry,' the young man repeated over and over to himself as he lay back down, starting to tremble.
A few minutes of deadened silence was all Duo could take and, against his will, he cried.
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