Sarah McLaughlin Songfic Series
Building A Mystery

By: Lady Katana

Disclaimer: Sarah McLaughlin owns the song, and some rich person in Japan owns the characters.

Pairing: 1x2

Explanation of symbols: *....* is thoughts

This whole series is dedicated to: Rae-Chan

A/N: Woah, it's been quite a while since I wrote an actual fic, written by my self, and not just a list like my last post on FF.N. I go back and read my Tenchi fics and laugh at how horrible I am! I couldn't spell, and I had cheesy romance scenes that were too common. Hopefully my writing skills have improved, which I think they have. While printing my guitar tabs, I sometimes print out lyrics to my favorite songs. Sarah McLaughlin sings a lot of those, and of the many I have of hers on my list, Building a Mystery and Adia are printed. I was reading Building A Mystery like I often do, and decided that the lyrics sounded like they were about Duo. That's when I decided, "Hey, you know what? I'm going to get the lyrics to all the Sarah McLaughlin songs and make them into a songfic series." A huge task, I know, but it will hopefully be completed. This will probably be over 50 fanfictions, just for this series. ^.^() Ya think I can do it? I've been told I can do anything. Okay, so if I write you a whole series on all of Sarah McLaughlin's songs, you review, and send me ideas at GundamGirl001@hotmail.com. (just a note: I check my reviews almost daily to see if there are any new ones ^.~)I enjoy a challenge...as long as it's something I enjoy, like this. I like writing, and I needed something to break me out of my writers block. Ah, the most common ailment for the every-day authoress. Okay, here goes. ::stretches out hands, and places them in the correct typing positions:: You are witnessing history. Also, for the records, minna, I started this on March, 4th, 2002. Enjoy.


{You come out at night,
That's when the energy comes,
And the dark side's light,
And the vampires roam.}

Duo walked down the streets of down town Tokyo with his usual half-slump/half-strut walk. The moon played upon his hair, and his eyes searched the dark alleys for any lurking drunk waiting to pick a fight. A wicked wind howled through the city, and he closed his coat tight around him, shivering. The weather had been unusually cold, but the air was filled with energy. It seared through Duo like a white-hot bolt of lightning, seeming to snap like static-electricity with every step he took. He could feel it, and was rather scared by it where normal people would have just pushed it aside. He was almost always out at night, and sure, there had been a lot of energy, compared to the day, but never like this.
Not ever in his lifetime had it been like this. Not through his sad days as an orphan on L2, not through his glory days running alongside Solo and the rest of the children at the Maxwell Church. Nor during his hard days in harsh training to become the brilliant (although often reckless) pilot he had become. The world was scary enough battling in this war seeming as if it was between good and evil, heaven and hell. But things weren't that black and white.
Most fifteen year old boys worried about what girl they were going to ask out next, if they made track team or not, and if they passed on the last biology test. Duo had more daily worries. Who was going to try to kill him next? How would he defeat them? Was Deathscythe up to the challenge of space mines, mobile dolls, and hand to hand combat? Lies, treason, deception, and death were ever present in his life. Oh wait--He *was* death.

{You strut your Rasta wear,
And you suicide poem,
And a cross from a faith,
That died before Jesus came,
You're building a mystery.}

Walking past a night-club he straitened up as a few teenage Japanese girls dressed in glittery club clothes with their hair dyed bright reds, oranges, and blues in places. They turned, smiling, spell bound at the appearance of this seemed-to-be long-haired black angel. Duo started to turn, waving goodbye, his way-old rosary from the Maxwell church slinging around his neck. The girls turned into a little mass of raven headed giggle machines, walking off. None had even talked to Duo, even though they had been rather taken with him. He shrugged. He'd of never understood half of the things they said. Damned language barrier. He continued walking, stretching and yawning as several, anxious, sleepless nights had caught up with him. His footsteps seemed to echo around him like ripples in a pond. The night had gotten still, as all the bars and clubs started to close and the drunks, dancers, and hookers started back home. Occasionally a homeless man or woman would come by, searching for a good box to curl up in. One young woman, looking no more than seventeen, walked past slowly, even as it had started to rain, holding her large stomach. It was obvious she was pregnant. She looked at Duo, and the ever so slight hint of desperation in her eyes tugged at his heart strings. He took out his wallet, handing her all he had, a twenty. She smiled, and spoke in broken English.

"Tank you" She said, her voice layered thick with an accent and a slight lisp, coughing as if she was on death's door. *I can't let this girl die out here alone. She has a baby on the way. Kami-sama only knows if she's been to a doctor.* Duo helped her up, and into a nearby church. He'd take her to a hospital the next day. Much to Duo's surprise, the girl kneeled at the altar, before the image of the crucified Jesus Christ, and began a prayer in her native language.

{You live in a church,
Where you sleep with voodoo dolls,
And you won't give up the search,
For the ghosts in the halls}

Duo laid down on one of the pews on his back, staring up at the arched granite ceiling. He yawned, his eyelids feeling heavy. He stood up. *Can't go to sleep now, I have to watch out for this girl.* The girl finally finished her prayer and sat down a foot or two away from Duo. He spoke to her in English, slowly, as if to a small child.
"Do you have a name?" He started out. The girl nodded feverently.
"Hai. Meh name ish Itoshigo." She said the statement just as slowly, her eyebrows furrowing as she tried to roll the syllables off her tongue.
"That's a pretty name, I-t-t-o-shi-go." Duo complemented, breaking up her name as he pronounced it, wanting to get it right, as not to offend the girl. "I'm Duo." he held out his pale hand, clean, except for the few flecks of oil that stained his skin from working on Deathscythe. Itoshigo shook his hand, her's tan and very dirty. Finally, she fell asleep, and Duo took off his shirt, bunching it up to make a makeshift pillow for Itoshigo. He then took off his coat, using it as a blanket. It covered her completely as she was very short, and the coat was a long black trench coat. *It's a good thing I wore that coat. All of my other ones wouldn't have given her enough heat. I'm really scared for her health. I don't want her to die, I don't want her kid to die either. This world needs both of them. I can feel It.*

{You wear sandals in the snow,
And a smile that won't wash away,
Can you look out the window,
Without your shadow getting in the way?}

Duo walked back to the house he had come from after taking Itoshigo to the hospital and clearing up the insurance. *Another good deed in my life.* he raised an eyebrow. *Death's life. What an interesting Oxymoron.* He widened his ever-present grin. He almost ran into the worried blond that had come to see who had walked in.
"DUO!" Quatre yelled, his eyes lighting up."WEWEREGETTINGSOWORRIEDYOUHADBEENOUTALLNIGHT!!! WHEREWEREYOU?"
Duo smirked. "I fell asleep on a park bench. 'Ats all. Where's Heero?" Quatre offered a knowing smile.
"He's practically been climbing the walls...." He pointed to a dent in the wall. "Once or twice literally." Duo smiled. *Well well well. Mr. Cold Stone Yuy does have some emotions.*


{Oh you're so beautiful,
With an edge and a charm,
But so careful,
When I'm in your arms,}

Duo walked into the room he shared, to find Heero not (shock) on his lap top. He was curled up on his bed, snoring slightly. Try as he might, Duo, even at his quietest, woke Heero up.

{'Cause you're working,
Building a mystery,
holding on and holding it in,
Yeah you're working,
Building a mystery,
And choosing so carefully,}

Duo smiled.
"Go back to sleep, Hee-chan, its only me." Then he crawled into bed himself. Taking care of Itoshigo had been hard, and now it was 6:30 pm. "I feel so...old." Duo muttered.

{You woke up screaming aloud,
A prayer from your secret god,
You feed off out fears,
And hold back your tears,}

At around four in the morning, Duo awoke *screaming*. Heero jumped onto the bed faster than anyone could blink. Heero stared Duo in the eyes strait and....warm!?
"What's wrong?" Heero inquired. "You were screaming for me........" Duo's eyes grew wide.
"I...I was?" Heero nodded. "I didn't need anything. Bad dream I guess." Heero walked off over to his own bed, while Duo blinked back tears. *I only dreamed of you never loving me. And you prolly don't.*

{Give us a tantrum,
And a know-it-all grin,
Just when we need one,
When the evenings thin,}

Duo woke up the next morning his head in a swirl of tears. Heero was sleeping sitting up on the side of the bed, keeping watch, even though it seemed to have gotten to even the Perfect Soldier. Duo wiped off his face, the tiny movement waking Heero up, like pushing the start button on a rusted robot. Heero looked at Duo, face cold behind the barricade he had gotten over the years.
"You cried all night." Duo blinked.
"I did?"
"Hn."
"Oh. Its 12:30...." Duo said, changing the subject before he could be questioned. He climbed out of bed, and changed into his normal ensemble. He braided his hair, as Heero watched from the bed, and waved. "I'm heading out to work on Deathscythe."

{Oh you're beautiful,
A beautiful fucked up man,
You're setting up your razor wire shrine,}

Duo walked out onto the cat-walk platform in the hangar, tool box in hand. The hatch doors were open, and warm air filled the large warehouse. Duo worked distractedly, cutting wires, and finally closing up. *I can't concentrate. I'm going for a walk....* And he did just that. He walked down the street to the same church he had been to the night before. There was nothing but a barbed wire fence.
"But I-I...I was here last night." A Caucasian, English looking woman looked at him with pale eyes.
"Oh, no. That church burned years ago, and it took along Itoshigo Himatoe." Duo looked surprised.
"Itoshigo? You mean the pregnant little homeless girl?"

{'Cause you're working,
Building a mystery,
Holding on and holding it in,
Yeah you're working,
Building a mystery,
And choosing so carefully}

"Yes, only 17 years of age. You knew her?" The English woman looked at him, eyes big, and almost teary. Duo shook his head.
"No." He said, turning. *Was it all just a dream?*



A/N: WOOOOO! I'm finished! YAY!!!!!! Finished on March, 12, 2002!