Author's Notes: I hereby declare that I do not own Gundam Wing or any
element of the show *sigh* oh well, one can dream..
Black Heart, Wounded Soul.
I can hear voices in my world of dreams. They take flight, battered and broken like leaves in a storm. Some words the voices murmur make no sense to me, others hurt and others make my skin crawl, but one voice shines through all the others, a man's voice. I hear him weeping softly, "Don't leave me Heero. Please don't leave me." I collect my memories, I do not know who this Heero is but I realize that he must be someone important to this man, someone close to his heart.
Above me I can hear a low woman's voice. I know that this is reality and not a voice from my mind; it is too kind and understanding to be from there. A feeling of nauseous hysteria wells up inside me and I peel my eyes open to gaze a woman, a woman with rich blonde hair cunningly twisted to fall about her shoulders. Her eyes, a cornflower blue, regard me with a cautious wariness, she does not trust me, and it is clearly evident in her posture.
"You have awakened then?" She turns to retrieve a clipboard from a nearby table and stands there, clasping the thin board to her breast. I merely stare at her, I feel suddenly shy, I do not know why I am here, I do not feel injured in any way, so I sit and stare. She clears her throat then sighs. "What is your name?" She asks me, her voice wavering as if on the edge of tears.
I open my mouth to answer then I stop, my brows creasing in an attempt to remember. I break eye contact with her; I cannot stand to see this woman gazing at me so critically. "I do not know." I whisper into the cold silence and she draws in a breath, long and harsh to my ears.
"You cannot remember Duo? Please tell me you know who he is!" She pleads to me as if pleading to the heavens, again my brow creases in concentration, the name though does not ring true.
I shake my head in confusion, "Sorry, but I do not know who you speak of." The woman sighs in disbelief, and then she turns, her face a well of sorrow.
"How do I tell him?" She whispers into the silence, her head bowed in thought. I shift slightly in my bed, I feel uncomfortable in this cold silence and I cough slightly to gain her attention and she turns, one delicate eyebrow raised.
"What is your name?" I ask of her an edge of a timid child in in my tone.
She smiles softly before answering me. "My name is Sally. Sally Po." We both turn to look at the door as a dull thump is issued from outside and I crane my neck to see past Sally's figure. "Duo." Sally turns to face me, a sad smile playing upon her lips. "I have to go and see someone a moment, he will be wanting to see you."
"Who is this Duo?" I ask Sally, for some reason that name arouses something inside of me, that name makes me shiver with something like excitement.
"Duo is a young man whose heart will be broken by the truth." I frown slightly at Sally's reply and as I open my mouth to ask what she meant by that cryptic statement she exits the room leaving me alone to think. Exhaustion is something that I have been warding away for the past few minutes but now its grasp is upon me and I slip away to the land of dreams where the unfamiliar voice of a boy cries out to Heero, a boy I feel that I should remember.
*
"Heero?" I frown at the sound of that voice, that voice sounds so familiar to me and yet so foreign also. I raise a hand to rid myself of an itch and suddenly I felt my hand being encased in a warm grip. In surprise I open my own eyes and stare upon a young boy who gazed at me tenderly, his violet orbs bathing me in love. "Heero? It's me, Duo."
I smile slightly to myself, so this is the boy that Sally was telling me about and then I jerk in surprise as Duo gently kisses the back of my hand and buries his face into my palm murmuring to himself. "Thank you God for letting him remember."
"Duo!" I watch as the youth drops my hand down upon the blankets, his face flushed with embarrassment at being caught as he stares at Sally. "So, Heero remembers you then?" Duo turns to gaze down on me, his lips curling into an angelic smile.
"Heero, you remember me don't you?" I avert my eyes from his gaze but Duo continues to gaze into the distance oblivious to my avoidance to the question.
"So Heero remembers the baby?" Sally asks of the violet-eyed boy and at the mention of a baby Duo smiles lovingly and places one hand upon his abdomen, gently caressing the flesh through cotton.
"Mine and Heero's baby," Duo whispers to himself more than to anyone else and I frown. 'Who is this Heero? Is.is it me?' Duo stands to gaze at Sally through ecstatic eyes. "Heero does remember me," the words were spoken firmly leaving no room for argument.
"Who is Heero?" I whisper softly, the silence left in this questions wake unnerves me; I pull the blankets closer to my body so that I may hide away from those smoldering violet orbs.
Duo stares at me transfixed, his eyes widening further as he realises the truth behind my confession. The hand that rests upon his abdomen clasps tighter at the desert of black cotton, his knuckles blanching white at the sudden revelation of my words.
"Duo." There is a warning compassion held deep within Sally's softly spoken words and I stare at the boy beside me.
"You mean you lied to me?" Blazing violet eyes meet mine and I cower under their intense gaze. "You told me that you'd come back to me and now you can't even remember who you are! Tell me you remember the baby?" I mouth the word no and Duo freezes, his eyes dulling to a faded blue before he turns to the door his voice speaking harshly. "God knows that you wouldn't remember me hell, you probably can't even remember that I was you're first fuck!" The words stun me, those syllables uttered with such conviction that even Sally is astounded.
"Duo." Sally reaches out to him but Duo evades her grasp, as swiftly as a snake he exit's the room, his eyes searching mine for one last time before he departs obviously not finding what they were searching for. I wanted to call after him, reach for him and hold him. I wanted to tell him my name, but what use is that when I cannot even remember who I am.
TBC.
Black Heart, Wounded Soul.
I can hear voices in my world of dreams. They take flight, battered and broken like leaves in a storm. Some words the voices murmur make no sense to me, others hurt and others make my skin crawl, but one voice shines through all the others, a man's voice. I hear him weeping softly, "Don't leave me Heero. Please don't leave me." I collect my memories, I do not know who this Heero is but I realize that he must be someone important to this man, someone close to his heart.
Above me I can hear a low woman's voice. I know that this is reality and not a voice from my mind; it is too kind and understanding to be from there. A feeling of nauseous hysteria wells up inside me and I peel my eyes open to gaze a woman, a woman with rich blonde hair cunningly twisted to fall about her shoulders. Her eyes, a cornflower blue, regard me with a cautious wariness, she does not trust me, and it is clearly evident in her posture.
"You have awakened then?" She turns to retrieve a clipboard from a nearby table and stands there, clasping the thin board to her breast. I merely stare at her, I feel suddenly shy, I do not know why I am here, I do not feel injured in any way, so I sit and stare. She clears her throat then sighs. "What is your name?" She asks me, her voice wavering as if on the edge of tears.
I open my mouth to answer then I stop, my brows creasing in an attempt to remember. I break eye contact with her; I cannot stand to see this woman gazing at me so critically. "I do not know." I whisper into the cold silence and she draws in a breath, long and harsh to my ears.
"You cannot remember Duo? Please tell me you know who he is!" She pleads to me as if pleading to the heavens, again my brow creases in concentration, the name though does not ring true.
I shake my head in confusion, "Sorry, but I do not know who you speak of." The woman sighs in disbelief, and then she turns, her face a well of sorrow.
"How do I tell him?" She whispers into the silence, her head bowed in thought. I shift slightly in my bed, I feel uncomfortable in this cold silence and I cough slightly to gain her attention and she turns, one delicate eyebrow raised.
"What is your name?" I ask of her an edge of a timid child in in my tone.
She smiles softly before answering me. "My name is Sally. Sally Po." We both turn to look at the door as a dull thump is issued from outside and I crane my neck to see past Sally's figure. "Duo." Sally turns to face me, a sad smile playing upon her lips. "I have to go and see someone a moment, he will be wanting to see you."
"Who is this Duo?" I ask Sally, for some reason that name arouses something inside of me, that name makes me shiver with something like excitement.
"Duo is a young man whose heart will be broken by the truth." I frown slightly at Sally's reply and as I open my mouth to ask what she meant by that cryptic statement she exits the room leaving me alone to think. Exhaustion is something that I have been warding away for the past few minutes but now its grasp is upon me and I slip away to the land of dreams where the unfamiliar voice of a boy cries out to Heero, a boy I feel that I should remember.
*
"Heero?" I frown at the sound of that voice, that voice sounds so familiar to me and yet so foreign also. I raise a hand to rid myself of an itch and suddenly I felt my hand being encased in a warm grip. In surprise I open my own eyes and stare upon a young boy who gazed at me tenderly, his violet orbs bathing me in love. "Heero? It's me, Duo."
I smile slightly to myself, so this is the boy that Sally was telling me about and then I jerk in surprise as Duo gently kisses the back of my hand and buries his face into my palm murmuring to himself. "Thank you God for letting him remember."
"Duo!" I watch as the youth drops my hand down upon the blankets, his face flushed with embarrassment at being caught as he stares at Sally. "So, Heero remembers you then?" Duo turns to gaze down on me, his lips curling into an angelic smile.
"Heero, you remember me don't you?" I avert my eyes from his gaze but Duo continues to gaze into the distance oblivious to my avoidance to the question.
"So Heero remembers the baby?" Sally asks of the violet-eyed boy and at the mention of a baby Duo smiles lovingly and places one hand upon his abdomen, gently caressing the flesh through cotton.
"Mine and Heero's baby," Duo whispers to himself more than to anyone else and I frown. 'Who is this Heero? Is.is it me?' Duo stands to gaze at Sally through ecstatic eyes. "Heero does remember me," the words were spoken firmly leaving no room for argument.
"Who is Heero?" I whisper softly, the silence left in this questions wake unnerves me; I pull the blankets closer to my body so that I may hide away from those smoldering violet orbs.
Duo stares at me transfixed, his eyes widening further as he realises the truth behind my confession. The hand that rests upon his abdomen clasps tighter at the desert of black cotton, his knuckles blanching white at the sudden revelation of my words.
"Duo." There is a warning compassion held deep within Sally's softly spoken words and I stare at the boy beside me.
"You mean you lied to me?" Blazing violet eyes meet mine and I cower under their intense gaze. "You told me that you'd come back to me and now you can't even remember who you are! Tell me you remember the baby?" I mouth the word no and Duo freezes, his eyes dulling to a faded blue before he turns to the door his voice speaking harshly. "God knows that you wouldn't remember me hell, you probably can't even remember that I was you're first fuck!" The words stun me, those syllables uttered with such conviction that even Sally is astounded.
"Duo." Sally reaches out to him but Duo evades her grasp, as swiftly as a snake he exit's the room, his eyes searching mine for one last time before he departs obviously not finding what they were searching for. I wanted to call after him, reach for him and hold him. I wanted to tell him my name, but what use is that when I cannot even remember who I am.
TBC.