"How To Destroy An Angel"
By: KaysieRae (E-Mail: inhaxor01hotmail.com; AIM: iint0xicated)
Disclaimers: The usual.
Side Notes: The song I used for this fic was written by the wonderful,
extremely talented band, DeadStar Assembly. Also, a lot of my fanfics are
based off of my personal experiences and thoughts...So in advance I
apologize for the depression/self-injury aspects of my stories. Other than
that.... Enjoy.
The 3 chapters are short, I know. Its a short fic, I just wanted to put
them into 3 different parts.
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Part One : Confession
The sun began to set on the now quiet ocean horizon. There was a light breeze coming off the sea, creating a comforting and relaxing aroma that filled a safe house that stood strong on the beach. The sky was like a beautiful painting - Full of brilliant colors that made the world seem almost peaceful. However, with the war that still continued, peace was something that people only dreamed about.
Two pilots of the five that occupied the house stand on the back padio that was on the second floor, gazing out into the sunset. One had light blonde hair, whos bangs were shagged in front of his eyes. The other had a glorious chestnut brown braid that was almost appeared as a snake slithering down his back. Both of the pilots had calm expressions across their face, though neither of them were calm at heart.
"Ne, Duo...How many people do you think we killed today?"
"Aw, Q-man I try not to think about it."
The blonde nodded. "You're right..." He looked around curiously, then fixed his eyes on the man before him. It took Duo a while to realize he was being stared at. He smiled.
"What?"
"Have you told him yet?"
Duo's smile faded, and a look of dispair and uneasy-ness came over him. Closing his eyes, he folded his arms and buried his head in them, leaning against the railing that was across the balcony. Sighing, Quatre knew the answer to the question and shook his head.
"You know, Duo, you're not going to accomplish anything by keeping quiet about it. Tell him."
"It's not that easy, Q-Man. He's so serious...He'd freak out if anyone showed emotion towards him."
"Maybe you could forget about what the 'perfect soldier' acts like. I'm sure deep down, he feels emotion, and he'd completely understand. I sense a lot of things, Duo. I'm sure he feels the same way about you."
Duo chuckled. "Heh, he couldn't. He couldn't love me. He's all hot and bothered by that Relena chick...Me? I'm just his partner in crime. At least I think so. He probably just see's me as a comrade in war. Nothing else. Once the war is over...I'll be lost. Forgotten. He won't remember me."
Taking a deep breath, the Arabian sighed. "Tell him! Forget about what could happen, forget about the war, forget about Relena, forget about the thoughts in that thick head of yours, forget about everything! Listen to your heart, go inside, and just tell him!"
Duo picked up his head, arms still folded on the railing. He looked at Quatre, and he knew that he was right. Duo just didn't know how to actually bring this up when talking to Heero about it. He sighed, looking in front of him at the now totally dark horizon. Shaking his head slightly and standing up straight, he put a smile on his face and headed inside. Now was the time to tell Heero. Whether he was ready for this or not, he was going to do it either way. Glancing at Quatre, he said 'I'll be back', then walked into the house.
Quatre smiled, making a fist with his hand and holding it next to his heart. "Good luck."
Duo slowly trotted down the stairs into the basement Heero stayed in. Heero liked the basement - It set him off from all the rest of the pilots and gave him a quiet place to work and type up reports. The room was simple. It consited of a full size bed, a desk, and a small bathroom off to the side. There were no windows; The only light that illuminated the room was a small table lamp that was set next to Heero's lap top. Duo reached the end of the stairs and came to a closed door that separated him and Heero. Wiping his now sweaty palms against his black slacks, he knocked.
No answer.
"Hey buddy, can I talk to ya for a second?"
Just as he was about to turn away, he recieved a quiet, yet deep "Hn" from the other side. Duo smiled, knowing Heero wasn't that much of a linguist. He turned the knob and found Heero sitting in front of his computer. The light from the screen illuminated his face, showing a deep concentrated expression. Duo walked in, closed the door and made his way to the bed, since that was the only place left to sit.
He chuckled a bit, a hint of nervousness in the sound. "Rough day, huh?"
"Is that all you came in here to ask me?"
"No...I uh...Was just making conversation."
"Well get on with what you wanted to talk to me about. I'm really busy."
'I can't believe I love a cold bastard like you.' Duo thought. He smiled and walked over to Heero, sitting cross-legged on the floor next to him. He looked at his well-built body, his eyes going up and down the trim figure in front of him. Heero noticed the staring but he didn't say anything - Still continuing to type up mission reports. 'Just tell him. Say the three stupid words that mean so much and just wait for a response. Thats all you have to do.' He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and nodded. 'Okay. Here goes...'
"I love you."
His voice was quiet, it was as if it was almost a whisper. Duo heard the clicking from the keyboard stop, and then there was silence. His eyes were still closed. Maybe he thought that if he couldn't see Heero's reaction, it wouldn't be so bad. After what seemed like forever, Heero's typing continued, sound once again filling the air. Duo opened his eyes.
"So, that's what I get? I tell you how I feel and you just ignore me? Goddamnit, Heero. You're a real selfish bastard."
"Go away, Duo."
"I tell you how I feel and you tell me to go away? You can't even give me a response?!"
By now tears were filling up in Duo's violet eyes, but he wouldn't let them fall. Not until he got a definate answer from the perfect soldier. He's waited so long to tell him how he felt and he's not going to let this go un- answered. Heero means too much to him. He just needs to know...
"Heero, answer me!"
Heero stopped typing and immediately threw a fist and hit Duo in the face. Blood speckled the white carpeting, as Duo's lip was slashed. He stared at the carpet in dis-belief of what had just happened, not wanting to believe that Heero had just hit him. Duo looked up, only to find Heero typing on his computer again, as if nothing had happened. All of the waiting, the nervous feelings, the love he felt for the Wing pilot...For this? For a probably broken jaw and heartache? And Heero feels nothing? No regret? No apologies? Was this really worth it?
Duo shakily stood up and walked towards the door. Before leaving he looked back at Heero and began to cry. He ran up the stairs and past the three other pilots. Quatre stood up with a worried look on his face. Trowa and Wufei only stared at the Deathscythe pilot, not knowing what had happened. Quatre knew, though, and immediately felt so sorry for his fellow commrade.
"Duo......"
Dashing out of the safe house, Shinigami ran down the street of the oceanic city, tears streaming down his face. He felt so alone, so hurt, so broken...
I'll teach you how to destroy an angel Cross a shadow across my face It's the face of a young man Let go a self-fulfilling dream Even though it means alot to me
End Chapter 1. On to part 2.
The sun began to set on the now quiet ocean horizon. There was a light breeze coming off the sea, creating a comforting and relaxing aroma that filled a safe house that stood strong on the beach. The sky was like a beautiful painting - Full of brilliant colors that made the world seem almost peaceful. However, with the war that still continued, peace was something that people only dreamed about.
Two pilots of the five that occupied the house stand on the back padio that was on the second floor, gazing out into the sunset. One had light blonde hair, whos bangs were shagged in front of his eyes. The other had a glorious chestnut brown braid that was almost appeared as a snake slithering down his back. Both of the pilots had calm expressions across their face, though neither of them were calm at heart.
"Ne, Duo...How many people do you think we killed today?"
"Aw, Q-man I try not to think about it."
The blonde nodded. "You're right..." He looked around curiously, then fixed his eyes on the man before him. It took Duo a while to realize he was being stared at. He smiled.
"What?"
"Have you told him yet?"
Duo's smile faded, and a look of dispair and uneasy-ness came over him. Closing his eyes, he folded his arms and buried his head in them, leaning against the railing that was across the balcony. Sighing, Quatre knew the answer to the question and shook his head.
"You know, Duo, you're not going to accomplish anything by keeping quiet about it. Tell him."
"It's not that easy, Q-Man. He's so serious...He'd freak out if anyone showed emotion towards him."
"Maybe you could forget about what the 'perfect soldier' acts like. I'm sure deep down, he feels emotion, and he'd completely understand. I sense a lot of things, Duo. I'm sure he feels the same way about you."
Duo chuckled. "Heh, he couldn't. He couldn't love me. He's all hot and bothered by that Relena chick...Me? I'm just his partner in crime. At least I think so. He probably just see's me as a comrade in war. Nothing else. Once the war is over...I'll be lost. Forgotten. He won't remember me."
Taking a deep breath, the Arabian sighed. "Tell him! Forget about what could happen, forget about the war, forget about Relena, forget about the thoughts in that thick head of yours, forget about everything! Listen to your heart, go inside, and just tell him!"
Duo picked up his head, arms still folded on the railing. He looked at Quatre, and he knew that he was right. Duo just didn't know how to actually bring this up when talking to Heero about it. He sighed, looking in front of him at the now totally dark horizon. Shaking his head slightly and standing up straight, he put a smile on his face and headed inside. Now was the time to tell Heero. Whether he was ready for this or not, he was going to do it either way. Glancing at Quatre, he said 'I'll be back', then walked into the house.
Quatre smiled, making a fist with his hand and holding it next to his heart. "Good luck."
Duo slowly trotted down the stairs into the basement Heero stayed in. Heero liked the basement - It set him off from all the rest of the pilots and gave him a quiet place to work and type up reports. The room was simple. It consited of a full size bed, a desk, and a small bathroom off to the side. There were no windows; The only light that illuminated the room was a small table lamp that was set next to Heero's lap top. Duo reached the end of the stairs and came to a closed door that separated him and Heero. Wiping his now sweaty palms against his black slacks, he knocked.
No answer.
"Hey buddy, can I talk to ya for a second?"
Just as he was about to turn away, he recieved a quiet, yet deep "Hn" from the other side. Duo smiled, knowing Heero wasn't that much of a linguist. He turned the knob and found Heero sitting in front of his computer. The light from the screen illuminated his face, showing a deep concentrated expression. Duo walked in, closed the door and made his way to the bed, since that was the only place left to sit.
He chuckled a bit, a hint of nervousness in the sound. "Rough day, huh?"
"Is that all you came in here to ask me?"
"No...I uh...Was just making conversation."
"Well get on with what you wanted to talk to me about. I'm really busy."
'I can't believe I love a cold bastard like you.' Duo thought. He smiled and walked over to Heero, sitting cross-legged on the floor next to him. He looked at his well-built body, his eyes going up and down the trim figure in front of him. Heero noticed the staring but he didn't say anything - Still continuing to type up mission reports. 'Just tell him. Say the three stupid words that mean so much and just wait for a response. Thats all you have to do.' He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and nodded. 'Okay. Here goes...'
"I love you."
His voice was quiet, it was as if it was almost a whisper. Duo heard the clicking from the keyboard stop, and then there was silence. His eyes were still closed. Maybe he thought that if he couldn't see Heero's reaction, it wouldn't be so bad. After what seemed like forever, Heero's typing continued, sound once again filling the air. Duo opened his eyes.
"So, that's what I get? I tell you how I feel and you just ignore me? Goddamnit, Heero. You're a real selfish bastard."
"Go away, Duo."
"I tell you how I feel and you tell me to go away? You can't even give me a response?!"
By now tears were filling up in Duo's violet eyes, but he wouldn't let them fall. Not until he got a definate answer from the perfect soldier. He's waited so long to tell him how he felt and he's not going to let this go un- answered. Heero means too much to him. He just needs to know...
"Heero, answer me!"
Heero stopped typing and immediately threw a fist and hit Duo in the face. Blood speckled the white carpeting, as Duo's lip was slashed. He stared at the carpet in dis-belief of what had just happened, not wanting to believe that Heero had just hit him. Duo looked up, only to find Heero typing on his computer again, as if nothing had happened. All of the waiting, the nervous feelings, the love he felt for the Wing pilot...For this? For a probably broken jaw and heartache? And Heero feels nothing? No regret? No apologies? Was this really worth it?
Duo shakily stood up and walked towards the door. Before leaving he looked back at Heero and began to cry. He ran up the stairs and past the three other pilots. Quatre stood up with a worried look on his face. Trowa and Wufei only stared at the Deathscythe pilot, not knowing what had happened. Quatre knew, though, and immediately felt so sorry for his fellow commrade.
"Duo......"
Dashing out of the safe house, Shinigami ran down the street of the oceanic city, tears streaming down his face. He felt so alone, so hurt, so broken...
I'll teach you how to destroy an angel Cross a shadow across my face It's the face of a young man Let go a self-fulfilling dream Even though it means alot to me
End Chapter 1. On to part 2.