Scarlet Tears
(A sequel to 'Wildfire')
By: Andariel
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing.
Summary: Six months after Jesa's death, Duo has fallen into a well of
depression. Can anyone save him before or after he destroys himself? Yaoi
pairing, Quatre x Duo.
Midnight Tears
Quatre blinked, sitting up in bed. The sound of pain-choked tears echoed through the walls of his room. The noise had awakened him. He had heard it before. Sighing quietly, he pulled himself out from his warm blankets, shivering in the night air. He glided into a pair of slippers at the side of is bed, and padded silently out of his room and into the hall. The heart wrenching sobs murmured quietly on. Contained by the door that now stood before Quatre. The Arabian pushed the door open slowly, the room's occupant jerking up to look at him through half-blind violet eyes. "Duo." Quatre whispered, tears betraying his cheeks. The braided one huddled under his blankets, a poor wretch of a thing. He was thin and gaunt, dark circles rounding his eyes. His skin, so pale from long days indoors, seemed almost transparent. He seemed so much more fragile as Quatre sank down on the bed next to him. Duo stifled a cry as he fell against the blond, sobbing into his shoulder. Quatre put a reassuring arm around him. It was too much to bear, sometimes, to watch the braided one be so tortured. It ad been nearly six months since he had seen the baka happy. Quatre blinked back more tears; desperate to give needed strength to the boy on his shoulder. It had been six months since his happiness vanished. Six months since Quatre's sister, Jesa, had reappeared, saved him, and cursed Duo. She cursed him love, which he had never known. And then she was murdered. She betrayed the only life she ever knew to save her love, and was murdered in his arms. Duo cried silent silver tears, cascading down his face, soaking Quatre's shirt. For a frozen moment in time, he sobbed, clutching the blond as his only strength. He looked up and pushed the little Arabian away gently. "Leave me alone." He whispered his voice rough and hoarse. Quatre stood, understanding the feeling. He nodded and left the darkened room, retreating to his own. Safe within its walls, hidden beneath his tear- soaked covers, the little one wept.
Midnight Tears
Quatre blinked, sitting up in bed. The sound of pain-choked tears echoed through the walls of his room. The noise had awakened him. He had heard it before. Sighing quietly, he pulled himself out from his warm blankets, shivering in the night air. He glided into a pair of slippers at the side of is bed, and padded silently out of his room and into the hall. The heart wrenching sobs murmured quietly on. Contained by the door that now stood before Quatre. The Arabian pushed the door open slowly, the room's occupant jerking up to look at him through half-blind violet eyes. "Duo." Quatre whispered, tears betraying his cheeks. The braided one huddled under his blankets, a poor wretch of a thing. He was thin and gaunt, dark circles rounding his eyes. His skin, so pale from long days indoors, seemed almost transparent. He seemed so much more fragile as Quatre sank down on the bed next to him. Duo stifled a cry as he fell against the blond, sobbing into his shoulder. Quatre put a reassuring arm around him. It was too much to bear, sometimes, to watch the braided one be so tortured. It ad been nearly six months since he had seen the baka happy. Quatre blinked back more tears; desperate to give needed strength to the boy on his shoulder. It had been six months since his happiness vanished. Six months since Quatre's sister, Jesa, had reappeared, saved him, and cursed Duo. She cursed him love, which he had never known. And then she was murdered. She betrayed the only life she ever knew to save her love, and was murdered in his arms. Duo cried silent silver tears, cascading down his face, soaking Quatre's shirt. For a frozen moment in time, he sobbed, clutching the blond as his only strength. He looked up and pushed the little Arabian away gently. "Leave me alone." He whispered his voice rough and hoarse. Quatre stood, understanding the feeling. He nodded and left the darkened room, retreating to his own. Safe within its walls, hidden beneath his tear- soaked covers, the little one wept.