Disclaimer: I own NOTHING except maybe this plot. You can never tell though, because there's always someone who thinks the same thing as you. It randomly struck me as I was sitting here listening to some soft piano music. You never can tell when the inspiration bug will hit, now can ya?
Warnings: Slight swearing, there might be a 01x02 pairing later on, but I'm not entirely sure where I'm going with this fic yet.
Summary: Comatose for two years, Duo Maxwell awakes with no memories of his time with his fellow gundam pilots. All he can remember is his pain-ridden past, and he feels the need to keep running. Can he be saved? Will he gain back his memories before it's too late? And who's the man in the black tuxedo, shooting Duo those seductive stares with burning cobalt eyes?
Disposable
Prologue
It came without warning. But with shouting, gunfire, and explosions filling our ears, how could we hear him? And, knowing that baka, he probably didn't make a sound.
Quatre was the worst. He was a horrible shaking mess the entire time we waited in the small pale blue room known as the waiting room. It sure lived up to it's name. We were there for hours that felt like years. He'd tell us not to worry; he'd be fine. But when we finally saw him, we sat in awkward silence as we expected him to crack a grin and make some sarcastic remark. Lord knows how long we stood there, as if trying to compute that this was our friend. It was like we were all looking for some sign to prove that this wasn't him. That this couldn't be him. It was... it was impossible.
The steady beep of the heart rate monitor was all that proved that he was still breathing.
But it just didn't feel right.
When he was like this, he just wasn't alive.
This would be the moment that marked the changing of our lives.
The moment we realized that even through all the practical jokes, the offtopic comments during deadly missions, through all the long pointless one-sided conversations he'd make, we realized that we needed that more than anything else. He kept us all sane.
So when he spent two years in that god-forsaken coma, we did what we thought would be the most logical answer. We removed his memories from our minds. After all, since he was gone, he wouldn't know, right? He was just a liability now, wasn't he?
We could always have a new Pilot programmed for Deathscythe.
Maybe one that didn't talk so much.
A/N: I was intending to make this a one-shot, but I just.. It just didn't feel right leaving it hanging with such a depressing ending. I'm going to delve into Duo's POV from now on, and if I do change POV's, I'll be sure to tell you who's POV it's going to be in at the beginning of a chapter. :3
I hope you all enjoyed this, and if you see anything wrong grammar wise, or just weird in general, please let me know! I know my writing style is very weird, but I hope it's not too confusing.
Please, if you liked this, hated it, found it silly, have any comments or ideas on what should happen, leave a review. They make me happy. :
Saku