Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing . . . I'm only borrowing the characters
to pull them through a bush in a thunder storm! Poor little guys . . .
Authors note: Just . . . don't ask . . . some Shounen Ai . . . but . . . it's just a mentioning of love between two characters . . . NOTHING else . . . ::every keels over with shock::
Genre: DEATH! Angst
Rating: Uhm . . .? PG-13
Title: Wounds.
Author: Bubblegum Thai
It was raining on the day that we buried him.
Pathetic fallacy . . . surely, it mocks me! There's no other explanation for it! It sits up there . . . on its cloud and laughs at me! Pointing down upon me as I shuffle through wind and rain!
Freedom comes to those who fight for the right . . . and fuck, we fought for that right! We fought so hard! We bled for that right! We screamed for that right and finally . . . we got that right . . .
. . . only to have it taken away from him a year later!
Quatre Raberba Winner . . . Quat . . . A tear slipped down my cheek as I remembered squeezing him tight as the war drew to a close, holding him and laughing! Laughing because it was over! We never had to suffer ever again! How even though I knew not where Heero was, it didn't matter because I knew he was safe! I knew he wasn't blowing something up and I knew that we were all safe . . . I thought I knew . . . but . . .
. . . I was wrong . . .
. . . so very wrong . . .
Whimpering I slumped to the ground, Trowa's arms soon enveloping me, pulling me back up to my feet, despite my loud protests, he 'shushed' me, but I refused to head his warnings as eyes began to turn on me, his sister's faces full of disgust . . . how dare I make a scene, but they not?
How could they just stand there and not even cry!
Where they truly a heartless family? That war . . . it took away their father and now some crazed pizza deliverer from the back streets of a smog blanketed city who just happened to own a very sharp knife, had claimed their youngest . . . their little brother and the heartless bitches didn't care . . .
. . . no one cared! Heero didn't care! He stood there and just . . . STARED!
The love of his life had just died and he just . . . stared at the coffin . . .
. . . I hated them . . . all of them!
Wu Fei didn't even bother showing up . . . cruel bastard!
I sigh now, thinking back on it as I down my third shot of vodka for the evening and tottle back home where emptiness awaits me.
Trowa's gone . . . I don't know where . . . ran away with the circus perhaps, with him, it's a possibility! Wu Fei just vanished off the face of the planet . . . and the colonies. Gone! No where! Perhaps there was something deeper . . . darker going on than Shinigami realised!
And then there's Heero . . .
. . . I was wrong about Heero.
Two days after the funeral, Heero put a gun in his mouth and, well, I think that you can pretty much guess how that ended.
And then there was one.
Duo Maxwell.
Shinigami.
God of death.
- - - Owari.
Yes . . . I'm a psycho . . . but I'll give you ALL autographs if you want! ::blows kisses:: Love you if you review!
Authors note: Just . . . don't ask . . . some Shounen Ai . . . but . . . it's just a mentioning of love between two characters . . . NOTHING else . . . ::every keels over with shock::
Genre: DEATH! Angst
Rating: Uhm . . .? PG-13
Title: Wounds.
Author: Bubblegum Thai
It was raining on the day that we buried him.
Pathetic fallacy . . . surely, it mocks me! There's no other explanation for it! It sits up there . . . on its cloud and laughs at me! Pointing down upon me as I shuffle through wind and rain!
Freedom comes to those who fight for the right . . . and fuck, we fought for that right! We fought so hard! We bled for that right! We screamed for that right and finally . . . we got that right . . .
. . . only to have it taken away from him a year later!
Quatre Raberba Winner . . . Quat . . . A tear slipped down my cheek as I remembered squeezing him tight as the war drew to a close, holding him and laughing! Laughing because it was over! We never had to suffer ever again! How even though I knew not where Heero was, it didn't matter because I knew he was safe! I knew he wasn't blowing something up and I knew that we were all safe . . . I thought I knew . . . but . . .
. . . I was wrong . . .
. . . so very wrong . . .
Whimpering I slumped to the ground, Trowa's arms soon enveloping me, pulling me back up to my feet, despite my loud protests, he 'shushed' me, but I refused to head his warnings as eyes began to turn on me, his sister's faces full of disgust . . . how dare I make a scene, but they not?
How could they just stand there and not even cry!
Where they truly a heartless family? That war . . . it took away their father and now some crazed pizza deliverer from the back streets of a smog blanketed city who just happened to own a very sharp knife, had claimed their youngest . . . their little brother and the heartless bitches didn't care . . .
. . . no one cared! Heero didn't care! He stood there and just . . . STARED!
The love of his life had just died and he just . . . stared at the coffin . . .
. . . I hated them . . . all of them!
Wu Fei didn't even bother showing up . . . cruel bastard!
I sigh now, thinking back on it as I down my third shot of vodka for the evening and tottle back home where emptiness awaits me.
Trowa's gone . . . I don't know where . . . ran away with the circus perhaps, with him, it's a possibility! Wu Fei just vanished off the face of the planet . . . and the colonies. Gone! No where! Perhaps there was something deeper . . . darker going on than Shinigami realised!
And then there's Heero . . .
. . . I was wrong about Heero.
Two days after the funeral, Heero put a gun in his mouth and, well, I think that you can pretty much guess how that ended.
And then there was one.
Duo Maxwell.
Shinigami.
God of death.
- - - Owari.
Yes . . . I'm a psycho . . . but I'll give you ALL autographs if you want! ::blows kisses:: Love you if you review!