CHAPTER 1: SLAVE
Duo coughed hard as he pulled a blanket over his dust-covered skin. He winced in pain as he laid his body on the cold asphalt of his monotonous gray cell. He tried to close his eyes.
Heero…
Duo coughed harder as more dust came through him. He gripped his blanket tighter as felt a cold rush through his spine.
It's been three years now…
Duo stood. He tried to reach for the small sink in his cell. He coughed hard as he tried to remove the dust from his now dirty face.
Uh… hygiene becomes the price of living here.
Duo let a small sigh come out as he finally stopped coughing. He looked at the mirror in front of him. A small frown decorated his lips as he gazed at his reflection. His skin was much paler than before. He had those unwanted eye bags and his cheekbones seem to be more obvious now. His hair seemed to have acquired the color of soot covering the whole place. And, oh… his hair…
Duo untied his ponytail that was holding his hair back a while ago. Tears somewhat welled up in eyes as he saw his hair strands touch up to his shoulder blade, uneven and messy.
Duo sighed once more as he returned to the single blanket remaining on the floor. He closed his eyes, playing with his thoughts.
I wonder what the others are doing now… I bet Wufei is still on his "justice" thing. Trowa… perhaps in a silent mood, or wearing his carnival mask. Quatre must have been doing all those little kind things of his. Especially for Trowa, I guess. He sighed. And Heero…? In front of his laptop in that damn apartment with no memories of…
"Hey you! Get up! Someone wants you!" A guard opened Duo's cell. Duo sighed heavily. Not again… Heero….