"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 2: Regret
His frantic run had toned down into a saddened walk, as the pilot known as Shinigami trudged down the streets of the town. The tears that fell from his eyes dripped down his ivory skin, and reached the now swollen and bloodied jaw. He recieved stares from onlookers, though no one stopped to ask him what was wrong. He was hurt. The love he felt for the Wing pilot was more than he has ever felt before. He do anything to be with him...But now it was clear that that would never happen. His prayers wouldn't be answered, and he wouldn't be complete. Duo was alone.
He came to a street corner and looked at the sign that buzzed with neon lights above him. It was a bar. He lazily pushed the door open and walked to the counter, sitting on one of the sticky stools. He held his head in his hands, being careful not to touch the swollen lump on his face. He just wanted to forget tonight. Forget the war. Forget about Heero. Forget everything.
"What can I get you?"
Bloodshot and tearfilled eyes looked up at the male bartender. "Vodka. Straight up."
The short-haired bartender poured a shot glass full of the clear liquid, handing it to the braided man infront of him.
"Leave the bottle."
Taking the shot, he poured himself another, and another, and another. Eventually he just started to drink out of the bottle that was left. Duo didn't care about the couple fighting behind him, or the five dollar prostitutes sitting in the corner. He didn't care about the yelling and the screaming and the fighting going on in the bar. He became completely numb. Entirely immune to everything surrounding him and all the thoughts in his head. Nothing mattered anymore. He liked being like this. All his life Duo had been alone. His face showed no sign of loneliness, however. He was always happy, convinced that someone would come along and be his friend. All in all, he was content with life. Finally, he had met Heero. They were completely oppisite in every aspect of life. Heero was cold and bitter, while Duo was charasmatic and chipper. Though there was something about the perfect soldier that sparked intrest in Duo. He was mysterious, dark, and honestly...Really handsome. He never meant to fall in love with him, but through the many phases and months in and out of war, he couldn't help it. Hell, they were around each other all the time. It was inevitable. But tonight destroyed anything he had every hoped for. Duo thought that maybe...Just maybe Heero would feel the same and everything would be perfect in his life. The war wouldn't matter at all. Just him and Heero. Together. Finally. However the large, swollen, bloody bruise was the hint he needed to convince himself that it would never happen. Who was he kidding? Heero would never love him back. Love wasn't in Heero's vocabulary. He was trained to kill. Not trained to love.
'Why bother to even try, anymore?' Duo thought. By now, his bottle of vodka was empty, and the bar he was in was slowly beginning to empty. He glanced at his watch. '3:30....' Sighing, he stumbled out of his chair, and threw the bottle against a wall.
"FUCK YOU, YUY!!!!!"
It doesn't matter I'm outta place It's the place of a shunned man Were givin wings But then theyre taken away
He angrily walked out of the bar, heading back into the direction he had come from. He didn't want to go back there, but he had to. Quatre and the others must have been worried about him. All except Heero, of course.
"Heh. Worried about me? A hopeless bastard? I hurt more people than I help! Hell, I kill hundreds every damned day! They don't need me...They'd be fine without me. No more annoying Duo that rants and raves on and on about stupid shit during missions. No more Duo to yell at for drinking the last soda in the fridge. No more Duo to pick on. No more Duo to sing in the shower. No more Duo. No...More..."
He stopped talking and looked up at the safe house with a few lights still on in the windows. He didn't want to go back. He didn't want to go and see Heero again. Not after what happened. He had no where else to go, though. 'Maybe I'll just sneak in and head to my room right away. Then no one will notice me. That's it. And if I do walk past people, I'll just ignore them...'. He clenched his stomach and tightly closed his eyes.
"Oh man......"
Duo threw up on the sidewalk he was standing on. He shook his head and coughed a little. 'Damnit....' Finally after getting his composure back, he slowly began walking towards the house. Glazed violet eyes shined from the light coming down from the windows. With every step he wanted to cry again. With every step another tear formed in his eyes. With every step he got more and more depressed. He reached the door. Putting a shaky hand on the knob, he turned it, entering the house.
I'll teach you how to destroy an angel I'll teach you how to destroy yourself Cast the darkness across this place It's the place of a dead man Take a look into this casualty Even though theres not much to see
End Chapter 2. On to Part 3.
His frantic run had toned down into a saddened walk, as the pilot known as Shinigami trudged down the streets of the town. The tears that fell from his eyes dripped down his ivory skin, and reached the now swollen and bloodied jaw. He recieved stares from onlookers, though no one stopped to ask him what was wrong. He was hurt. The love he felt for the Wing pilot was more than he has ever felt before. He do anything to be with him...But now it was clear that that would never happen. His prayers wouldn't be answered, and he wouldn't be complete. Duo was alone.
He came to a street corner and looked at the sign that buzzed with neon lights above him. It was a bar. He lazily pushed the door open and walked to the counter, sitting on one of the sticky stools. He held his head in his hands, being careful not to touch the swollen lump on his face. He just wanted to forget tonight. Forget the war. Forget about Heero. Forget everything.
"What can I get you?"
Bloodshot and tearfilled eyes looked up at the male bartender. "Vodka. Straight up."
The short-haired bartender poured a shot glass full of the clear liquid, handing it to the braided man infront of him.
"Leave the bottle."
Taking the shot, he poured himself another, and another, and another. Eventually he just started to drink out of the bottle that was left. Duo didn't care about the couple fighting behind him, or the five dollar prostitutes sitting in the corner. He didn't care about the yelling and the screaming and the fighting going on in the bar. He became completely numb. Entirely immune to everything surrounding him and all the thoughts in his head. Nothing mattered anymore. He liked being like this. All his life Duo had been alone. His face showed no sign of loneliness, however. He was always happy, convinced that someone would come along and be his friend. All in all, he was content with life. Finally, he had met Heero. They were completely oppisite in every aspect of life. Heero was cold and bitter, while Duo was charasmatic and chipper. Though there was something about the perfect soldier that sparked intrest in Duo. He was mysterious, dark, and honestly...Really handsome. He never meant to fall in love with him, but through the many phases and months in and out of war, he couldn't help it. Hell, they were around each other all the time. It was inevitable. But tonight destroyed anything he had every hoped for. Duo thought that maybe...Just maybe Heero would feel the same and everything would be perfect in his life. The war wouldn't matter at all. Just him and Heero. Together. Finally. However the large, swollen, bloody bruise was the hint he needed to convince himself that it would never happen. Who was he kidding? Heero would never love him back. Love wasn't in Heero's vocabulary. He was trained to kill. Not trained to love.
'Why bother to even try, anymore?' Duo thought. By now, his bottle of vodka was empty, and the bar he was in was slowly beginning to empty. He glanced at his watch. '3:30....' Sighing, he stumbled out of his chair, and threw the bottle against a wall.
"FUCK YOU, YUY!!!!!"
It doesn't matter I'm outta place It's the place of a shunned man Were givin wings But then theyre taken away
He angrily walked out of the bar, heading back into the direction he had come from. He didn't want to go back there, but he had to. Quatre and the others must have been worried about him. All except Heero, of course.
"Heh. Worried about me? A hopeless bastard? I hurt more people than I help! Hell, I kill hundreds every damned day! They don't need me...They'd be fine without me. No more annoying Duo that rants and raves on and on about stupid shit during missions. No more Duo to yell at for drinking the last soda in the fridge. No more Duo to pick on. No more Duo to sing in the shower. No more Duo. No...More..."
He stopped talking and looked up at the safe house with a few lights still on in the windows. He didn't want to go back. He didn't want to go and see Heero again. Not after what happened. He had no where else to go, though. 'Maybe I'll just sneak in and head to my room right away. Then no one will notice me. That's it. And if I do walk past people, I'll just ignore them...'. He clenched his stomach and tightly closed his eyes.
"Oh man......"
Duo threw up on the sidewalk he was standing on. He shook his head and coughed a little. 'Damnit....' Finally after getting his composure back, he slowly began walking towards the house. Glazed violet eyes shined from the light coming down from the windows. With every step he wanted to cry again. With every step another tear formed in his eyes. With every step he got more and more depressed. He reached the door. Putting a shaky hand on the knob, he turned it, entering the house.
I'll teach you how to destroy an angel I'll teach you how to destroy yourself Cast the darkness across this place It's the place of a dead man Take a look into this casualty Even though theres not much to see
End Chapter 2. On to Part 3.