Year of the Panther
By Mongoose
Ok minna, this is my third fanfic. It's not finished so if you like it please email me and encourage me. It would help a lot.
Warnings: Shounen ai, 1+2 (I'll notify ya'll of any others as they appear) .A.U.! Fairy tale, PG13, I guess. Swear words of every imaginable kind, violence.
Disclaimer: I don't own the G-boyz. I'm not making money off this. Nuf said. Any original characters are mine; don't use 'em without my permission!
You can reach me at demonangel600@comcast.net.
I was inspired by a movie I saw a long time ago…very sad...I don't know who it's by. It's called "Fluke" IMPORTANT note! POVs will change a lot and will be signaled by […..] also, this is NOT a death fic. I know it looks like it but let me get the rest typed and you will see!
Now finally…the fic!
Year of the Panther
Chapter 1: Death's Death
[Narrator]
Heero had never asked for much in life.... or so he'd thought.
One reason was because he didn't value material things to much, unless they were the bare necessities.
Two, was he didn't believe he deserved what few things he dared to ask for.
Three, was he'd never believed he'd live long enough to utilize what he'd asked for if he received it.
On the third Heero been wrong. Which is saying something, since Heero Yuy is never wrong. The war was over and Heero was still alive...but he wasn't.....he would never be alive again...
Duo had told him he was wrong about reason number two. Heero could here him now….
"Heero, how can ya think you don't deserve happiness? You've worked so damn hard to win piece for all the people of the earth sphere, and ya succeeded! We all did... How can you say that?! You've done so much for them...for me...."
He'd never been able to totally believe it though...
And Duo had proved him wrong on some aspects of number one...
[Flash back]
....Duo taking Herro out for his first ice cream...
.....Teaching Heero to fly a kite for the first time in his 17 years...
.......showing him all the things he'd never done as a child....all the things he'd never dreamed about as a teenager....showing him how to live.....
[End of flash back]
But Heero had asked for none of these things....He had only asked for one thing...Duo. He had asked for Duo....and he had been denied....or so he thought.....
...It happened like this...
* * *
The war had finally ended and Heero and Duo had gone away on a long deserved summer retreat, in a beautiful spot back in the woods of northern Sanq Kingdom near a spring fed lake of cool emerald colored water. They stayed in a snug three room log cabin. The rooms were a kitchen/dinning room, a living room and a bedroom (and the bathroom of course).
The living room was snug and warm with a cheery fireplace for winter and big, screen insertable, windows for summer. It had one over- stuffed arm chair, a rocking chair that creaked softly, a coffee table and two big pillows that served as a couch, seeing as the house rent was a lot and Duo hadn't wanted to hack into banking accounts for cash anymore unless it was necessary. One pillow was cobalt blue (Heero's) and the other was dark purple (Duo's). Duo had seen them when they had gone shopping for the furniture not already provided by the house and he had instantly fallen in love with them and insisted on buying them. Heero had only agreed to it if Duo promised to forgo the small couch he'd fancied, and Duo had happily obliged.
The Kitchen also served as a dinning room, so it was pretty big. It had a stove and an oven, a sturdy wooden table and chairs for eating at, and a cutting board over-hung with cabinets. The front door to house opened into the kitchen. It had a checkered tiled floor by the stove and cutting board, which turned to wood by the table.
The bed room consisted of one large bed, with a bed-side-table on either side of the bed, each with it's own lamp. Across from the bed's bottom was a big, twelve-drawer dresser holding Heero's and Duo's cloths. Across from the hallway door there were two sliding doors leading outside that served a windows and backdoors. There was no upstairs to the house, only the eves and the shingles between them and the elements.
It was a beautiful home. Duo and Heero had only just moved in two months ago and spring was open them, when sitting in the kitchen one late Saturday mourning sipping coffee a figure appeared in the front doorway, which had been left open to better enjoy the breeze. A little girl with curly, black hair and pale skin and a light purple dress with tears streaking down her face and dirt smudging her bear and bloody feet, holding a gun she shouldn't have know how to use stormed in.
She looked around wildly, and then spotted the two youths, Duo looking startled and Heero was on his feet, groping for the gun he no longer carried. The girl screamed hoarsely, "you!" she pointed the gun at Duo. "You killed my papa," she sobbed. She lifted the gun…and pulled the trigger. It hit Duo square in the head. He toppled off his chair and spilled his coffee on the floor. Heero stood, helpless, as Duo lay there struggling for life, as it seeped out through his head in a read river, flowing into the ocean of blood about his head.
"He was…Papa was all I had," the little girl whispered. Then she lifted the gun once again and aimed at Heero this time. He looked at her through a shroud of sorrow and his eyes begged for death, to go to the black place called death his lover had gone.
Her expression turned from angry to sad and a tear escaped her eye as she saw the pain on Heero's face, as she asked a life-long question to anyone who cared to listen, "why?" And that was the last thing she said before turning the gun on to her own head and pulling the trigger for the last time…
* * *
Just as she raised the gun to her head Heero came out of his shock enough to realize what she was about to do. He lunged for the gun, but it was too late. The bullet went through her head in a shower of warm blood and she too lay dead on the kitchen floor.
Heero looked from the girl to Duo and sank to his knees in the pool of the two's blood and Duo's spilled coffee, an ugly reddish-brown mixture. He put his head in his hands and asked softly the same question the girl had asked, "Why?" over and over again.
End of chapter 1
C and C PLEASE!!! demonangel600@comcast.net
By Mongoose
Ok minna, this is my third fanfic. It's not finished so if you like it please email me and encourage me. It would help a lot.
Warnings: Shounen ai, 1+2 (I'll notify ya'll of any others as they appear) .A.U.! Fairy tale, PG13, I guess. Swear words of every imaginable kind, violence.
Disclaimer: I don't own the G-boyz. I'm not making money off this. Nuf said. Any original characters are mine; don't use 'em without my permission!
You can reach me at demonangel600@comcast.net.
I was inspired by a movie I saw a long time ago…very sad...I don't know who it's by. It's called "Fluke" IMPORTANT note! POVs will change a lot and will be signaled by […..] also, this is NOT a death fic. I know it looks like it but let me get the rest typed and you will see!
Now finally…the fic!
Year of the Panther
Chapter 1: Death's Death
[Narrator]
Heero had never asked for much in life.... or so he'd thought.
One reason was because he didn't value material things to much, unless they were the bare necessities.
Two, was he didn't believe he deserved what few things he dared to ask for.
Three, was he'd never believed he'd live long enough to utilize what he'd asked for if he received it.
On the third Heero been wrong. Which is saying something, since Heero Yuy is never wrong. The war was over and Heero was still alive...but he wasn't.....he would never be alive again...
Duo had told him he was wrong about reason number two. Heero could here him now….
"Heero, how can ya think you don't deserve happiness? You've worked so damn hard to win piece for all the people of the earth sphere, and ya succeeded! We all did... How can you say that?! You've done so much for them...for me...."
He'd never been able to totally believe it though...
And Duo had proved him wrong on some aspects of number one...
[Flash back]
....Duo taking Herro out for his first ice cream...
.....Teaching Heero to fly a kite for the first time in his 17 years...
.......showing him all the things he'd never done as a child....all the things he'd never dreamed about as a teenager....showing him how to live.....
[End of flash back]
But Heero had asked for none of these things....He had only asked for one thing...Duo. He had asked for Duo....and he had been denied....or so he thought.....
...It happened like this...
* * *
The war had finally ended and Heero and Duo had gone away on a long deserved summer retreat, in a beautiful spot back in the woods of northern Sanq Kingdom near a spring fed lake of cool emerald colored water. They stayed in a snug three room log cabin. The rooms were a kitchen/dinning room, a living room and a bedroom (and the bathroom of course).
The living room was snug and warm with a cheery fireplace for winter and big, screen insertable, windows for summer. It had one over- stuffed arm chair, a rocking chair that creaked softly, a coffee table and two big pillows that served as a couch, seeing as the house rent was a lot and Duo hadn't wanted to hack into banking accounts for cash anymore unless it was necessary. One pillow was cobalt blue (Heero's) and the other was dark purple (Duo's). Duo had seen them when they had gone shopping for the furniture not already provided by the house and he had instantly fallen in love with them and insisted on buying them. Heero had only agreed to it if Duo promised to forgo the small couch he'd fancied, and Duo had happily obliged.
The Kitchen also served as a dinning room, so it was pretty big. It had a stove and an oven, a sturdy wooden table and chairs for eating at, and a cutting board over-hung with cabinets. The front door to house opened into the kitchen. It had a checkered tiled floor by the stove and cutting board, which turned to wood by the table.
The bed room consisted of one large bed, with a bed-side-table on either side of the bed, each with it's own lamp. Across from the bed's bottom was a big, twelve-drawer dresser holding Heero's and Duo's cloths. Across from the hallway door there were two sliding doors leading outside that served a windows and backdoors. There was no upstairs to the house, only the eves and the shingles between them and the elements.
It was a beautiful home. Duo and Heero had only just moved in two months ago and spring was open them, when sitting in the kitchen one late Saturday mourning sipping coffee a figure appeared in the front doorway, which had been left open to better enjoy the breeze. A little girl with curly, black hair and pale skin and a light purple dress with tears streaking down her face and dirt smudging her bear and bloody feet, holding a gun she shouldn't have know how to use stormed in.
She looked around wildly, and then spotted the two youths, Duo looking startled and Heero was on his feet, groping for the gun he no longer carried. The girl screamed hoarsely, "you!" she pointed the gun at Duo. "You killed my papa," she sobbed. She lifted the gun…and pulled the trigger. It hit Duo square in the head. He toppled off his chair and spilled his coffee on the floor. Heero stood, helpless, as Duo lay there struggling for life, as it seeped out through his head in a read river, flowing into the ocean of blood about his head.
"He was…Papa was all I had," the little girl whispered. Then she lifted the gun once again and aimed at Heero this time. He looked at her through a shroud of sorrow and his eyes begged for death, to go to the black place called death his lover had gone.
Her expression turned from angry to sad and a tear escaped her eye as she saw the pain on Heero's face, as she asked a life-long question to anyone who cared to listen, "why?" And that was the last thing she said before turning the gun on to her own head and pulling the trigger for the last time…
* * *
Just as she raised the gun to her head Heero came out of his shock enough to realize what she was about to do. He lunged for the gun, but it was too late. The bullet went through her head in a shower of warm blood and she too lay dead on the kitchen floor.
Heero looked from the girl to Duo and sank to his knees in the pool of the two's blood and Duo's spilled coffee, an ugly reddish-brown mixture. He put his head in his hands and asked softly the same question the girl had asked, "Why?" over and over again.
End of chapter 1
C and C PLEASE!!! demonangel600@comcast.net