Year of The Panter
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 2: Old Soldier. New Blood.
[Heero]
As soon as I saw the little girl I thought of another little girl and her puppy, then when I saw the gun I though of myself. That's about when I realized something horrible was about to happen…again.
I had automatically reached for my nonexistent gun, a habit I thought Duo had finally forced me to brake.
I must have been out of practice, because when she raised that gun to my beloved's head I was too slow. Too damn slow.
I was still in shock when she raised the gun barrels to my head, but by then all my coherent thought was busy screaming 'No…no…NO!...Duo!!!' again and again in my head.
When I noticed the gun minus-five seconds too late to stop the bullet, if there'd been one coming, I truly wanted death, more then I had ever craved it during the war. I must have thought that some how, in death, I could find Duo and we could live together in the grave. Now that I think about it, it sounds foolish and weak. But at the time is made perfect sense.
Some of the grief…no anguish, no there aren't any words to describe this throbbing, aching, empty feeling in my heart that I had thought was made of stone, must have shown on my face, because the girl suddenly looked even sadder then before.
When I saw her bring the gun to her own head all I could think was 'oh no…not again. No more little girls…please no more…please God, no more…' and on and on. And it was those thoughts of the repetition of a tragedy that slowed my down even more…I was too late. Too late to save her…to save Duo…to stop the war…I had failed…Failed the souly most important mission… I had failed Duo…
End of chapter 2.
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 2: Old Soldier. New Blood.
[Heero]
As soon as I saw the little girl I thought of another little girl and her puppy, then when I saw the gun I though of myself. That's about when I realized something horrible was about to happen…again.
I had automatically reached for my nonexistent gun, a habit I thought Duo had finally forced me to brake.
I must have been out of practice, because when she raised that gun to my beloved's head I was too slow. Too damn slow.
I was still in shock when she raised the gun barrels to my head, but by then all my coherent thought was busy screaming 'No…no…NO!...Duo!!!' again and again in my head.
When I noticed the gun minus-five seconds too late to stop the bullet, if there'd been one coming, I truly wanted death, more then I had ever craved it during the war. I must have thought that some how, in death, I could find Duo and we could live together in the grave. Now that I think about it, it sounds foolish and weak. But at the time is made perfect sense.
Some of the grief…no anguish, no there aren't any words to describe this throbbing, aching, empty feeling in my heart that I had thought was made of stone, must have shown on my face, because the girl suddenly looked even sadder then before.
When I saw her bring the gun to her own head all I could think was 'oh no…not again. No more little girls…please no more…please God, no more…' and on and on. And it was those thoughts of the repetition of a tragedy that slowed my down even more…I was too late. Too late to save her…to save Duo…to stop the war…I had failed…Failed the souly most important mission… I had failed Duo…
End of chapter 2.
C and C please! demonangel600@comcast.net