Ghost of Duo the epilogue This version by Buzz-Chan
This is the last part. Please tell me what you think of this story!!! And thank you to everyone who not only read my story but also reviewed it! How does it feel to be right KawaiiShinigami? Lol Can you tell I love my cliffhangers? Well, anyway..decided to post this tonight seeing as to how it's Christmas and everything. ^^ Hope you enjoy!!!
Disclaimer: Don't own Gundam Wing, only Lady V.
He looked down at the picture he held in his hand. After the scene at the house was over, he had taken it with him to remember everything. The soft contours of Duo's face as he smiled at the camera. His soft eyes shining brightly with the happiness only a child was suppose to have. Wisps of chestnut hair were flying into his face and his white teeth were gleaming through a huge smile. As he traced Duo's outline with his eyes, the man was drawn back to the fight.
He closed his eyes as he remembered the horrible shriek, "WATCH OUT!" Before the deafening boom, a deathly chill came into the room. He even saw his breath. The metal of the gun was freezing cold to the touch. The black barrel seemed to move on its own and point in a direction of its choosing. A flash shot out of the blackness and it took a while for the sound to register to the three people occupying the room.
The man remembered the blood flying to the wall seemed to freeze in mid air. As the red pieces hit, they shattered and fell to the floor. The room began to warm up and the blood on the floor started to thaw and permeate into the wooden floor. It was as if the murdered man was becoming part of the house.
He stood over the dying man, still holding the gun.
"It's all your fault," the gun hit the floor and the man turned away. He bent over and picked up the picture of Duo that had been dropped to the ground during the struggle. He smashed the glass with his fist and removed the picture, stuffing it into his pocket. The man walked out of the house, paying no attention to the woman staring at the body in the middle of the floor. He just walked, with no real destination.
Now two gundam pilots were dead and three would take on the role of saving the world, if you wanted to call it that. He paid no attention to the blood that still ran down his face or his aching body. It was his aching heart that got to him. His soul burned with the knowledge that the person he loved was dead and nothing would bring him back. Worse yet, he knew that it was his fault.
He couldn't change the past, but he would work to save the future. And so now, the man sat on the train. He was making his way back to Quatre and Wufei. Back to fighting against Romefeller.
He touched the picture of Duo with his finger, his cobalt eyes still tracing the form. This was how he'd remember Duo. His Duo. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ End
This is the last part. Please tell me what you think of this story!!! And thank you to everyone who not only read my story but also reviewed it! How does it feel to be right KawaiiShinigami? Lol Can you tell I love my cliffhangers? Well, anyway..decided to post this tonight seeing as to how it's Christmas and everything. ^^ Hope you enjoy!!!
Disclaimer: Don't own Gundam Wing, only Lady V.
He looked down at the picture he held in his hand. After the scene at the house was over, he had taken it with him to remember everything. The soft contours of Duo's face as he smiled at the camera. His soft eyes shining brightly with the happiness only a child was suppose to have. Wisps of chestnut hair were flying into his face and his white teeth were gleaming through a huge smile. As he traced Duo's outline with his eyes, the man was drawn back to the fight.
He closed his eyes as he remembered the horrible shriek, "WATCH OUT!" Before the deafening boom, a deathly chill came into the room. He even saw his breath. The metal of the gun was freezing cold to the touch. The black barrel seemed to move on its own and point in a direction of its choosing. A flash shot out of the blackness and it took a while for the sound to register to the three people occupying the room.
The man remembered the blood flying to the wall seemed to freeze in mid air. As the red pieces hit, they shattered and fell to the floor. The room began to warm up and the blood on the floor started to thaw and permeate into the wooden floor. It was as if the murdered man was becoming part of the house.
He stood over the dying man, still holding the gun.
"It's all your fault," the gun hit the floor and the man turned away. He bent over and picked up the picture of Duo that had been dropped to the ground during the struggle. He smashed the glass with his fist and removed the picture, stuffing it into his pocket. The man walked out of the house, paying no attention to the woman staring at the body in the middle of the floor. He just walked, with no real destination.
Now two gundam pilots were dead and three would take on the role of saving the world, if you wanted to call it that. He paid no attention to the blood that still ran down his face or his aching body. It was his aching heart that got to him. His soul burned with the knowledge that the person he loved was dead and nothing would bring him back. Worse yet, he knew that it was his fault.
He couldn't change the past, but he would work to save the future. And so now, the man sat on the train. He was making his way back to Quatre and Wufei. Back to fighting against Romefeller.
He touched the picture of Duo with his finger, his cobalt eyes still tracing the form. This was how he'd remember Duo. His Duo. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ End