Summary: After the war Heero committed suicide. But Duo can still see him;
he's always there.
Warning: Semi-mature themes, Shounen ai (2x1), strange.
LIFE IS CHEAP
* ~ * Chapter one: I hate you, don't I? * ~ *
"Life is cheap, especially mine...I am a soldier, a soldier with no war to fight in...I have no purpose." And he pulled the trigger. He didn't even care. He didn't blink. He didn't flinch...I hate him for being like that. I couldn't stand to see it. I hate the way he thought his life didn't mean a damn thing! I hate the way he collapsed. I hate the way his skin and hair were stained with blood. But most of all I hate him. I hate him for doing it. And I hate myself for letting him do it.
* ~ * ~ * "-Tomorrow will be bright and sunny in the south but the west is likely to get some cloud and probably some rain later in the day-" the TV drowned on in the background as he eat his micro-wavable snack. "-And now for today's news with Paul Reid." "Thank you Nick. Two men have been taken into questioning over the rape and murder of twenty-three year old-" the TV was switched off.
"Nothing but death and commercials on TV these days." The American boy said in a 'what a surprise' tone.
"It was no different during the war, you just didn't notice it." Said a tired Chinese boy that sat next to him.
"It's three in the morning, isn't anyone going to bed besides me?"
"Actually, Quatre, it's three fifteen and no." The first boy said again.
"Fine, fine, but don't expect me to make you breakfast at eleven when you finally wake up."
* It doesn't matter really; I don't sleep much now anyway. Just stay up watching bad porn and Japanese infomercials all night. I like night; I think it suits me more than day. If that even makes sense. I just...don't care much anymore. It's usually get up, lounge, eat, lounge, argue with someone, drink beer (what think I can't get a fake ID?), get drunk, argue with myself, argue with the walls, TV or some other inanimate object, fall asleep, wake up again and curse everything on this goddamn earth.
It has to have been a month or so now, since the war and his suicide. I tried going to school for a while but I found it hard to get use to, seeing as how I knew I could just drop out anytime. That's just what I did. I dropped out, the others didn't even bother trying to get me back in. don't blame 'em.
* I really hate this room you know. The walls are paper thin, it smells, it's untidy (which I guess is my fault really), and it only has one tiny window in the corner. It really sucks.
And right on time, just when I'm feeling my worst there he is, standing in front of me. It's not really Heero, I know that, but who-...whatever it is, it bugs the hell out of me. It doesn't smile, doesn't talk, doesn't move...just...stares, or maybe it's more of a glare, it's hard to tell. I've tried telling it to go away, tried yelling at it, which of course made the others come see what the problem is. They don't see it, which meant I had to lie and say I hurt my toe on the bedpost; I hate lying.
So I came to the conclusion that I was not only insane, but felling guilty over his death. I don't see why. Is it really my fault that he's suicidal? But...I guess I miss him, we were friends...well, at least he was my friend, I don't know if was vies-versa, after all, he was just Mr. Perfect- antisocial-bastard really...wasn't he? But I do miss him.
* ~ * ~ *
Awkward silences. Really hate them; just get on my nerves, so I'm usually the first one to break them. But right know, here I am, at the table, with the others (or what's left of them) in the middle of an awkward silence, a really bad one. Quatre was suggesting we go somewhere tomorrow and said "maybe the five of us should-" that was as far as he got before this started: an awkward silence. just what I need with it staring at me right now. That's right, it's over there, next to Trowa. I'm staring back at it and Trowa looked over his shoulder to see what I was staring at, he doesn't see what I see. Now he's giving me odd looks.
"I'm sorry," Quatre starts, "it just slipped out..."
"It never happened."
We look at Wufei. He looks neutral.
"You never said anything." He says again.
"Okay." Quatre agrees.
But the awkward silence didn't end.
It's still there, and I hate it...I hate it.
* ~ * ~ *
"You're just gonna stand there, aren't you." Great, now I'm talking to it. It blinks.
"You're gonna stand there, not say a word and stare at me."
...
...
...
"I hate you." That was me. I didn't have time to say it to the real Heero when he killed himself, but I'll say it now. "Go away." It stares. "Go away." It glares. "I said 'go away.'" Nop, it's still there.
"You don't want me to leave...and you don't hate me."
TBC- - - - - - - - - - - -
A/N That was very strange wasn't it? Sorry, I'm a strange person. And I'm sorry for all my spelling mistakes and bad grammar, I jumped straight into fanfiction from never having written a proper story before in my life. There were school stories I had to do, but that was different, the teacher corrected all me spelling and punctuation. Again, I apologise.
PLEASE REVIEW!!! You have the time; it'll only take a minute. Go on. It'll make me happy. Don't you want to be nice and make me happy? PLEEEAAASSSE!!!!!!
OH PLEASE!!!! With sugar on top!! And a cherry! I'll be your best friend!
Warning: Semi-mature themes, Shounen ai (2x1), strange.
LIFE IS CHEAP
* ~ * Chapter one: I hate you, don't I? * ~ *
"Life is cheap, especially mine...I am a soldier, a soldier with no war to fight in...I have no purpose." And he pulled the trigger. He didn't even care. He didn't blink. He didn't flinch...I hate him for being like that. I couldn't stand to see it. I hate the way he thought his life didn't mean a damn thing! I hate the way he collapsed. I hate the way his skin and hair were stained with blood. But most of all I hate him. I hate him for doing it. And I hate myself for letting him do it.
* ~ * ~ * "-Tomorrow will be bright and sunny in the south but the west is likely to get some cloud and probably some rain later in the day-" the TV drowned on in the background as he eat his micro-wavable snack. "-And now for today's news with Paul Reid." "Thank you Nick. Two men have been taken into questioning over the rape and murder of twenty-three year old-" the TV was switched off.
"Nothing but death and commercials on TV these days." The American boy said in a 'what a surprise' tone.
"It was no different during the war, you just didn't notice it." Said a tired Chinese boy that sat next to him.
"It's three in the morning, isn't anyone going to bed besides me?"
"Actually, Quatre, it's three fifteen and no." The first boy said again.
"Fine, fine, but don't expect me to make you breakfast at eleven when you finally wake up."
* It doesn't matter really; I don't sleep much now anyway. Just stay up watching bad porn and Japanese infomercials all night. I like night; I think it suits me more than day. If that even makes sense. I just...don't care much anymore. It's usually get up, lounge, eat, lounge, argue with someone, drink beer (what think I can't get a fake ID?), get drunk, argue with myself, argue with the walls, TV or some other inanimate object, fall asleep, wake up again and curse everything on this goddamn earth.
It has to have been a month or so now, since the war and his suicide. I tried going to school for a while but I found it hard to get use to, seeing as how I knew I could just drop out anytime. That's just what I did. I dropped out, the others didn't even bother trying to get me back in. don't blame 'em.
* I really hate this room you know. The walls are paper thin, it smells, it's untidy (which I guess is my fault really), and it only has one tiny window in the corner. It really sucks.
And right on time, just when I'm feeling my worst there he is, standing in front of me. It's not really Heero, I know that, but who-...whatever it is, it bugs the hell out of me. It doesn't smile, doesn't talk, doesn't move...just...stares, or maybe it's more of a glare, it's hard to tell. I've tried telling it to go away, tried yelling at it, which of course made the others come see what the problem is. They don't see it, which meant I had to lie and say I hurt my toe on the bedpost; I hate lying.
So I came to the conclusion that I was not only insane, but felling guilty over his death. I don't see why. Is it really my fault that he's suicidal? But...I guess I miss him, we were friends...well, at least he was my friend, I don't know if was vies-versa, after all, he was just Mr. Perfect- antisocial-bastard really...wasn't he? But I do miss him.
* ~ * ~ *
Awkward silences. Really hate them; just get on my nerves, so I'm usually the first one to break them. But right know, here I am, at the table, with the others (or what's left of them) in the middle of an awkward silence, a really bad one. Quatre was suggesting we go somewhere tomorrow and said "maybe the five of us should-" that was as far as he got before this started: an awkward silence. just what I need with it staring at me right now. That's right, it's over there, next to Trowa. I'm staring back at it and Trowa looked over his shoulder to see what I was staring at, he doesn't see what I see. Now he's giving me odd looks.
"I'm sorry," Quatre starts, "it just slipped out..."
"It never happened."
We look at Wufei. He looks neutral.
"You never said anything." He says again.
"Okay." Quatre agrees.
But the awkward silence didn't end.
It's still there, and I hate it...I hate it.
* ~ * ~ *
"You're just gonna stand there, aren't you." Great, now I'm talking to it. It blinks.
"You're gonna stand there, not say a word and stare at me."
...
...
...
"I hate you." That was me. I didn't have time to say it to the real Heero when he killed himself, but I'll say it now. "Go away." It stares. "Go away." It glares. "I said 'go away.'" Nop, it's still there.
"You don't want me to leave...and you don't hate me."
TBC- - - - - - - - - - - -
A/N That was very strange wasn't it? Sorry, I'm a strange person. And I'm sorry for all my spelling mistakes and bad grammar, I jumped straight into fanfiction from never having written a proper story before in my life. There were school stories I had to do, but that was different, the teacher corrected all me spelling and punctuation. Again, I apologise.
PLEASE REVIEW!!! You have the time; it'll only take a minute. Go on. It'll make me happy. Don't you want to be nice and make me happy? PLEEEAAASSSE!!!!!!
OH PLEASE!!!! With sugar on top!! And a cherry! I'll be your best friend!