Title: Mexico
Author: Makoto Sagara
Archive: www.angelfire.com/anime3/makotosagara/frames/fanfiction.html, www.fanfiction.net, www.afallenangel.net/fandom/ www.sailorsandco.crosswinds.net/gundamwing/fanfiction/fanfiction.html
Category: Angst, vid-fic
Pairing(s): 1xR, 3+4
Rating: R
Warnings: Language, bastardized Heero, abuse (emotional and physical)
Disclaimers: I don't own Gundam Wing, because if I did, I would be in Japan, looking for Seki Tomokazu. I don't own the lyrics to Incubus' Mexico, because if I did, then I would be happily near Brandon Boyd. As things stand, I have no money, so… yeah.
Author's Notes: Ok, I promised that I wouldn't write another songfic that fits into the 5x2 series for a while. In a way, I suppose that's true. This isn't exactly a songfic; it's a vid-fic. Now, for timeline continuity, this takes place between 'This Way' and 'I Wish You Were Here'. In other words, Duo is dead, but Wufei is still alive.
Symbols: *blah* emphasized words
~Blah~ Song lyrics
[Relena sits at a desk, phone in hand. Her smile fades, and as she hangs up, she bursts into tears. Heero walks in, cocking one eyebrow at her. Relena looks up and reaches out one hand, but Heero walks away from her, which causes her to cry harder.]
~You could see me reaching
So why couldn't you have met me half-way?~
[Relena, Heero, Wufei, Quatre, Trowa and others stand around an open grave. The black clad minister finishes the ceremony, and the casket is slowly lowered into the ground, revealing a simple obelisk as the headstone. The inscription reads:
Here Lies Duo Maxwell-Chang
Beloved Husband and Friend.
Missed By All.
The group moves as a whole to place the lilies they are holding on top of the box. Relena accidentally hits her leg on the equipment, causing her dress and hose to rip, and exposing a large weeping gash. Heero makes no move to help her, and is pushed out of the way by Wufei and Quatre, the latter throwing the Japanese man a dark look.]
~You could see me bleeding
And you would not put pressure on the wound.~
[Relena stands, hands clinched into tiny balls at her side and her face red, in front of a passive-looking Heero. He shrugs. She blows up, yelling increasing and waving her arms adamantly.
"You aren't the only one who loved him. You aren't the only one who misses him. He's *dead*, Heero! There is no way to change that." Tears spring to her eyes, and she wraps her arms around her trembling frame.
"You're hurting me… Us… And you don't care. Do you?" She falls to the floor and covers her face with her hands, while Heero leaves her there.]
~You only think about yourself…
You only think about yourself…
You better bend before I go
On the first train to Mexico~
[Relena is asleep, tear tracks evident across her flushed cheeks. Her breathing is interrupted by huge hiccoughs, which rack her small body. Heero sits on the bed next to her; his face is a cold mask of contempt. Slowly, one hand reaches out, clamping over her mouth and nose.
Relena wakes, struggling to breathe and see her attacker. Her eyes go wide when she sees Heero, and she stops moving. A lone tear slides down her pale face.]
~You could see me breathing
And you still kept you hand over my mouth.~
[Relena yells at Heero again. This time, she is packing her things into the open luggage on the bed. The clothes and personal items land into the bags perfectly.
"You… You… You tried to KILL ME! You sick bastard! Get some GOD DAMN help."
She slams the last of her things into the bags, and notices vaguely that Heero has left. Her face starts to crumble, but she steels herself. She closes the suitcases, grabs them, and walks silently through the house. She glances at Heero, but he turns away, and she leaves, letting the door bang behind her.]
~You could see me seething
But you just turned your nose up in the air.~
[Quatre and Trowa are talking with Heero.
"She's leaving, you know. She won't tell us where," Quatre says calmly.
"Hn," Heero replies.
"What the hell were you thinking, Yuy?" Trowa yells. "You could have killed her! Is that why you hurt her?" Quatre places a hand on Trowa's arm, and moves in close to Heero.
"She isn't, and *never* will be, Duo. You lost him a long time ago. Now, you've lost the last person who loved you, *and* you have no friends," the blond says quietly, voice full of venom. "Good-bye, Yuy. We'll show ourselves out." They both leave, and Heero is alone again, staring blankly at the walls, eerily silent.]
~You only think about yourself…
You only think about yourself…
You better bend before I go
On the first train to Mexico~
[Quatre and Trowa return home, greeted by a hopeful Relena. Quatre wearily shakes his head, which causes Relena's face to fall. Slowly, she straightens up, nods solemnly, and hugs both men. She grabs her jacket off the chair, and then kisses them both on the cheek.
"Thank you," she whispers as she heads for the door. "I'll call you guys when I settle in. Love you." She leaves, and Quatre starts crying.
Relena gets on the train, and soon, it pulls off. She stares dumbly as Southern California melts into Northern Mexico, and the train continues on.]
~You only think about yourself…
You only think about yourself…
You better bend before I go
On the first train to Mexico.~
Le Fin!
Author: Makoto Sagara
Archive: www.angelfire.com/anime3/makotosagara/frames/fanfiction.html, www.fanfiction.net, www.afallenangel.net/fandom/ www.sailorsandco.crosswinds.net/gundamwing/fanfiction/fanfiction.html
Category: Angst, vid-fic
Pairing(s): 1xR, 3+4
Rating: R
Warnings: Language, bastardized Heero, abuse (emotional and physical)
Disclaimers: I don't own Gundam Wing, because if I did, I would be in Japan, looking for Seki Tomokazu. I don't own the lyrics to Incubus' Mexico, because if I did, then I would be happily near Brandon Boyd. As things stand, I have no money, so… yeah.
Author's Notes: Ok, I promised that I wouldn't write another songfic that fits into the 5x2 series for a while. In a way, I suppose that's true. This isn't exactly a songfic; it's a vid-fic. Now, for timeline continuity, this takes place between 'This Way' and 'I Wish You Were Here'. In other words, Duo is dead, but Wufei is still alive.
Symbols: *blah* emphasized words
~Blah~ Song lyrics
[Relena sits at a desk, phone in hand. Her smile fades, and as she hangs up, she bursts into tears. Heero walks in, cocking one eyebrow at her. Relena looks up and reaches out one hand, but Heero walks away from her, which causes her to cry harder.]
~You could see me reaching
So why couldn't you have met me half-way?~
[Relena, Heero, Wufei, Quatre, Trowa and others stand around an open grave. The black clad minister finishes the ceremony, and the casket is slowly lowered into the ground, revealing a simple obelisk as the headstone. The inscription reads:
Here Lies Duo Maxwell-Chang
Beloved Husband and Friend.
Missed By All.
The group moves as a whole to place the lilies they are holding on top of the box. Relena accidentally hits her leg on the equipment, causing her dress and hose to rip, and exposing a large weeping gash. Heero makes no move to help her, and is pushed out of the way by Wufei and Quatre, the latter throwing the Japanese man a dark look.]
~You could see me bleeding
And you would not put pressure on the wound.~
[Relena stands, hands clinched into tiny balls at her side and her face red, in front of a passive-looking Heero. He shrugs. She blows up, yelling increasing and waving her arms adamantly.
"You aren't the only one who loved him. You aren't the only one who misses him. He's *dead*, Heero! There is no way to change that." Tears spring to her eyes, and she wraps her arms around her trembling frame.
"You're hurting me… Us… And you don't care. Do you?" She falls to the floor and covers her face with her hands, while Heero leaves her there.]
~You only think about yourself…
You only think about yourself…
You better bend before I go
On the first train to Mexico~
[Relena is asleep, tear tracks evident across her flushed cheeks. Her breathing is interrupted by huge hiccoughs, which rack her small body. Heero sits on the bed next to her; his face is a cold mask of contempt. Slowly, one hand reaches out, clamping over her mouth and nose.
Relena wakes, struggling to breathe and see her attacker. Her eyes go wide when she sees Heero, and she stops moving. A lone tear slides down her pale face.]
~You could see me breathing
And you still kept you hand over my mouth.~
[Relena yells at Heero again. This time, she is packing her things into the open luggage on the bed. The clothes and personal items land into the bags perfectly.
"You… You… You tried to KILL ME! You sick bastard! Get some GOD DAMN help."
She slams the last of her things into the bags, and notices vaguely that Heero has left. Her face starts to crumble, but she steels herself. She closes the suitcases, grabs them, and walks silently through the house. She glances at Heero, but he turns away, and she leaves, letting the door bang behind her.]
~You could see me seething
But you just turned your nose up in the air.~
[Quatre and Trowa are talking with Heero.
"She's leaving, you know. She won't tell us where," Quatre says calmly.
"Hn," Heero replies.
"What the hell were you thinking, Yuy?" Trowa yells. "You could have killed her! Is that why you hurt her?" Quatre places a hand on Trowa's arm, and moves in close to Heero.
"She isn't, and *never* will be, Duo. You lost him a long time ago. Now, you've lost the last person who loved you, *and* you have no friends," the blond says quietly, voice full of venom. "Good-bye, Yuy. We'll show ourselves out." They both leave, and Heero is alone again, staring blankly at the walls, eerily silent.]
~You only think about yourself…
You only think about yourself…
You better bend before I go
On the first train to Mexico~
[Quatre and Trowa return home, greeted by a hopeful Relena. Quatre wearily shakes his head, which causes Relena's face to fall. Slowly, she straightens up, nods solemnly, and hugs both men. She grabs her jacket off the chair, and then kisses them both on the cheek.
"Thank you," she whispers as she heads for the door. "I'll call you guys when I settle in. Love you." She leaves, and Quatre starts crying.
Relena gets on the train, and soon, it pulls off. She stares dumbly as Southern California melts into Northern Mexico, and the train continues on.]
~You only think about yourself…
You only think about yourself…
You better bend before I go
On the first train to Mexico.~
Le Fin!