DISCLAIMER: If I owned Gundam Wing I wouldn't be sitting here typing like a nancy-fan girl would I?
A/N: Eh, here is a warning. This chapter contains 'extreme' angst. I call it extreme so none of you over-sensitive people cry then blame me. Duo does not die. I will not kill him. Not in this chapter, not in this story at all. I can only promise to *try* not to kill Heero.
Btw: I LOVE YOU GUYS! You fans ROCK and you truly deserve this chapter :) Well, maybe not THIS chapter, I wouldn't bestow this chapter as a 'gift' on anyone. But you deserve some chapter anyway....O.o
Duo walked down the unfamiliar halls. He was slowly getting the feeling that he was lost. Hearing footsteps behind him, he turned to find two boys in the hall. One was big, but lean, with scruffy dark hair. The other was smaller and skinnier with short white-blonde hair. The blondie was a good head taller than Duo though. /Wow,/ he thought, /These must be sixth graders./
"Do you guys know where the year one class is?" he asked them. The boys looked at eachother.
"Yeah." The big one said, then, taking Duo by the arm, he began to lead him.
Duo felt the boy was holding onto his arm too tightly, but it didn't matter because he would be at his class soon anyway.
The grip on his arm loosened. Duo blinked in surprise as he realised he was at the back of the school near the dumpsters, and there was no one else around.
"Why are we here?" he looked up at them in confusion.
The boys ignored the question and grinned not-very-nice grins at him.
Duo looked around. He could get away from them if he went past the dumpsters and between the two brick school buildings. Then he would be at the front of the school again. /But I'm not allowed to run./
Duo balled his hands into fists at his sides and glared at the boys.
"What have you got in your pocket kid?"
"Lunch money." Duo answered, not being a child given to lying.
"Give it to us now and we'll let you go." Blondie held out his hand.
"No. It's mine."
Tim rolled his eyes. /Stupid stubborn kid./ He jumped behind the kid quickly and pinned his arms at his sides.
Ade moved in front of Duo and reached his hand into his pocket.
/I can't run./ Duo told himself. He moved his arms to see if it was possible to get free. It wasn't. The boy was very strong.
The blondie was counting the money.
"A dollar-fifty fine Tim?" he asked.
The dark-haired boy let go of Duo's arms and sighed. 'It's fine."
Duo glared at the two who now stood in front of him. He held out his hand. "Can I have it back please?"
Blondie threw back his head and laughed and dropped the coins into Tim's hand. He walked right up to Duo and bent down so he was face to face with him.
Tim rolled his eyes. This was the bit when Ade went into his talk about not telling anyone and what they'd do if the kid did. The speech was scary and twice it had made the listener wet their pants.
"So kid, you're not going to tell anyone about this are you? Cuz if you do...Ah! Fuck!"
Tim's eyes widened. The kid had just sunk his teeth into Adrian's arm!
Adrian tried to jerk his arm away but the kid had his teeth in deep and he wasn't letting go.
The look of surprise left Ade's face and his eyes narrowed. Balling his free hand into a fist he pulled his arm back and punched Duo hard in the stomach.
It did the trick. The kid gasped, his mouth opening wide. Adrian rubbed his arm. There was blood on the wrist.
Duo doubled over then fell to the ground on his side, curling into a ball.
Tim looked around. No one was near. He looked back at the kid. He felt bad. Adrian shouldn't have hit him. Tim admired the scrawny kid for having stuck up to Ade.
He narrowed his eyes. The kid had drawn a huge breath when he had gasped, but he hadn't breathed out since. His mouth was opening and closing but his chest wasn't moving. And his face was going purple.
"Adrian!" he yelled, pointing at Duo. Adrian looked up from his wrist. His mouth dropped open.
"Shit! What are we gonna do??"
Duo's eyes met Tim's and pleaded at him. Tim rushed over to him and kneeled down next to him.
"Kid! You gotta breathe! Try harder! Ade, do you know CPR?"
Ade looked at Tim like he was deciding whether or not to run away. He felt so helpless. It seemed he was always getting in trouble and he could never deal with it. This, however, was something he had never dealt with before. /This could be murder..../ he thought. A sob choked up in his throat and he turned and ran as fast as he could.
Tim stared in disbelief at his best friend's retreating back. His attention quickly turned to the kid as he heard a loud choking noise.
The kid was thrashing around. Tim lifted him up into a sitting position and tried to hold him still. He started to cry. "Kid! You gotta breathe!!"
Once Duo was sitting up, the weight of gravity was lifted from his lungs.
Tim looked through his tear-blurred eyes as the kid's chest shook, then heaved. He felt Duo's breath on his cheek as he breathed out.
Tim sob-laughed in relief. "You did it!!"
He heard the boy give a few coughs. Tim rubbed his back. "I'm so sorry! I haven't seen Ade hit anyone smaller than him before. Never. He was just scared and panicky. He's not very clever and he does stupid things when he panics."
The kid didn't answer, just coughed louder and harder. Tim kept rubbing his back. He realised it was heaving and his shirt was wet. /Poor kid. He's only six. I'd cry too. He almost died./ "Hey, it's okay. You're alright now."
Tim pushed the boy's head away from his chest and held him by the shoulders. The kid's mouth was covered in blood and so was his chin. Tim looked at his chest in horror. It was covered in blood. The boy continued to cough, blood bubbling out of his mouth and tears dripping down his cheeks.
He let go of the kid's shoulders and put his hands over his mouth. The boy fell onto his back and stared at the sky.
Tim quickly rolled him onto his stomach so he wouldn't choke on his own blood. His older brother had died that way when he was beat up too bad by his father.
"Help! Someone help us!!!" Tim stood up and yelled at the top of his lungs, his yells almost drowning out the coughing.
TBC
A/N: I just realised I am a sadist O.O
Oh well, anyway, I wrote this at night and I couldn't hold back on the angst. Anyway, don't get mad at me, just review nicely :) Anyway, usual drill. 10 reviews to continue. If you want more, review. It's that simple.
Also, no illustration for this chapter because it probably wouldn't be in very good taste.
A/N: Eh, here is a warning. This chapter contains 'extreme' angst. I call it extreme so none of you over-sensitive people cry then blame me. Duo does not die. I will not kill him. Not in this chapter, not in this story at all. I can only promise to *try* not to kill Heero.
Btw: I LOVE YOU GUYS! You fans ROCK and you truly deserve this chapter :) Well, maybe not THIS chapter, I wouldn't bestow this chapter as a 'gift' on anyone. But you deserve some chapter anyway....O.o
Duo walked down the unfamiliar halls. He was slowly getting the feeling that he was lost. Hearing footsteps behind him, he turned to find two boys in the hall. One was big, but lean, with scruffy dark hair. The other was smaller and skinnier with short white-blonde hair. The blondie was a good head taller than Duo though. /Wow,/ he thought, /These must be sixth graders./
"Do you guys know where the year one class is?" he asked them. The boys looked at eachother.
"Yeah." The big one said, then, taking Duo by the arm, he began to lead him.
Duo felt the boy was holding onto his arm too tightly, but it didn't matter because he would be at his class soon anyway.
The grip on his arm loosened. Duo blinked in surprise as he realised he was at the back of the school near the dumpsters, and there was no one else around.
"Why are we here?" he looked up at them in confusion.
The boys ignored the question and grinned not-very-nice grins at him.
Duo looked around. He could get away from them if he went past the dumpsters and between the two brick school buildings. Then he would be at the front of the school again. /But I'm not allowed to run./
Duo balled his hands into fists at his sides and glared at the boys.
"What have you got in your pocket kid?"
"Lunch money." Duo answered, not being a child given to lying.
"Give it to us now and we'll let you go." Blondie held out his hand.
"No. It's mine."
Tim rolled his eyes. /Stupid stubborn kid./ He jumped behind the kid quickly and pinned his arms at his sides.
Ade moved in front of Duo and reached his hand into his pocket.
/I can't run./ Duo told himself. He moved his arms to see if it was possible to get free. It wasn't. The boy was very strong.
The blondie was counting the money.
"A dollar-fifty fine Tim?" he asked.
The dark-haired boy let go of Duo's arms and sighed. 'It's fine."
Duo glared at the two who now stood in front of him. He held out his hand. "Can I have it back please?"
Blondie threw back his head and laughed and dropped the coins into Tim's hand. He walked right up to Duo and bent down so he was face to face with him.
Tim rolled his eyes. This was the bit when Ade went into his talk about not telling anyone and what they'd do if the kid did. The speech was scary and twice it had made the listener wet their pants.
"So kid, you're not going to tell anyone about this are you? Cuz if you do...Ah! Fuck!"
Tim's eyes widened. The kid had just sunk his teeth into Adrian's arm!
Adrian tried to jerk his arm away but the kid had his teeth in deep and he wasn't letting go.
The look of surprise left Ade's face and his eyes narrowed. Balling his free hand into a fist he pulled his arm back and punched Duo hard in the stomach.
It did the trick. The kid gasped, his mouth opening wide. Adrian rubbed his arm. There was blood on the wrist.
Duo doubled over then fell to the ground on his side, curling into a ball.
Tim looked around. No one was near. He looked back at the kid. He felt bad. Adrian shouldn't have hit him. Tim admired the scrawny kid for having stuck up to Ade.
He narrowed his eyes. The kid had drawn a huge breath when he had gasped, but he hadn't breathed out since. His mouth was opening and closing but his chest wasn't moving. And his face was going purple.
"Adrian!" he yelled, pointing at Duo. Adrian looked up from his wrist. His mouth dropped open.
"Shit! What are we gonna do??"
Duo's eyes met Tim's and pleaded at him. Tim rushed over to him and kneeled down next to him.
"Kid! You gotta breathe! Try harder! Ade, do you know CPR?"
Ade looked at Tim like he was deciding whether or not to run away. He felt so helpless. It seemed he was always getting in trouble and he could never deal with it. This, however, was something he had never dealt with before. /This could be murder..../ he thought. A sob choked up in his throat and he turned and ran as fast as he could.
Tim stared in disbelief at his best friend's retreating back. His attention quickly turned to the kid as he heard a loud choking noise.
The kid was thrashing around. Tim lifted him up into a sitting position and tried to hold him still. He started to cry. "Kid! You gotta breathe!!"
Once Duo was sitting up, the weight of gravity was lifted from his lungs.
Tim looked through his tear-blurred eyes as the kid's chest shook, then heaved. He felt Duo's breath on his cheek as he breathed out.
Tim sob-laughed in relief. "You did it!!"
He heard the boy give a few coughs. Tim rubbed his back. "I'm so sorry! I haven't seen Ade hit anyone smaller than him before. Never. He was just scared and panicky. He's not very clever and he does stupid things when he panics."
The kid didn't answer, just coughed louder and harder. Tim kept rubbing his back. He realised it was heaving and his shirt was wet. /Poor kid. He's only six. I'd cry too. He almost died./ "Hey, it's okay. You're alright now."
Tim pushed the boy's head away from his chest and held him by the shoulders. The kid's mouth was covered in blood and so was his chin. Tim looked at his chest in horror. It was covered in blood. The boy continued to cough, blood bubbling out of his mouth and tears dripping down his cheeks.
He let go of the kid's shoulders and put his hands over his mouth. The boy fell onto his back and stared at the sky.
Tim quickly rolled him onto his stomach so he wouldn't choke on his own blood. His older brother had died that way when he was beat up too bad by his father.
"Help! Someone help us!!!" Tim stood up and yelled at the top of his lungs, his yells almost drowning out the coughing.
TBC
A/N: I just realised I am a sadist O.O
Oh well, anyway, I wrote this at night and I couldn't hold back on the angst. Anyway, don't get mad at me, just review nicely :) Anyway, usual drill. 10 reviews to continue. If you want more, review. It's that simple.
Also, no illustration for this chapter because it probably wouldn't be in very good taste.