Category: Angst, AU

Pairings: 1x2, 3x4

Rating: R (?)

Disclaimer: Standard. You know them all by now so I won't bore you with a repeat.

Notes: This takes place in a world of my own making, where things can and are twisted into strange things. So what doesn't seem possible is. There are M/M relationships in this fic (I'm very much a 1x2/3x4 fan.) so if boys being together (and I do mean together) bothers you don't read.

Twisted Fates

Prologue

By SilverLady

The wind howled through the rocks as the rain beat down on the hunched figure walking slowly up the trail. Now and then the figure would stumble on a slippery rock, but would manage to remain upright and moving.

Duo shuddered as the wind blew another spat of rain through his clothes. Damn, I should have stayed in Deran. Stupid, stupid, stupid.  Ignoring the pain that lanced through him, he pulled his travel worn cloak tighter around him and kept moving. He knew that if he didn't find some kind of shelter soon, this storm would be the death of him.

He hadn't quite understood the feeling inside him that had urged him to move on, instead of staying in Deran as he had originally intended. He'd figured that the large town would be a good place to hole up for a month or so, until he was ready to travel again. But he'd felt restless and uneasy from the moment he'd entered the town. Something in the valley beyond seemed to be calling and finally he'd given into its call.

Now he was regretting that decision. The storm had come up suddenly and seemed to be going worse with each step he took. And if the storm wasn't bad enough, the pains had started again, this time in earnest. He knew that the time was now, that this wasn't just practice this time.

Please, let me find something. Anything. I don't want to die out here alone.

After stumbling for what seemed like the hundredth time, Duo was ready to simply lie down on the ground and sleep. He was so tired and it hurt so bad. He really didn't think he had the energy to keep going. It was taking all of his concentration to simply stay upright.

 Just as he was ready to give up, he spotted a cluster of rocks off to his right. Moving carefully across the rough terrain, he made his way to them. They would hopefully provide some protection from the storm.

To his great relief, the rocks had fallen in such a manner that they formed a small cave at their base. He eased himself into the small shelter. Leaning back against the rocks, he relaxed slightly. He knew he wasn't out of danger yet. There was still too much of a chance of him dying on this lonely mountain.

As yet another pain tightened the muscles of his body, he closed his eyes. "I'm sorry," he whispered.

Unbidden, a face rose in his mind. A man with eyes of dark blue and wild brown hair. Heero. He could never really hate the proud man for what he'd done. He just wished that things could have been different.  

I wish you were here now. I need you so much.

Duo smiled a little as he remembered the first time he'd met Heero Yuy.