Post by Anime Monster on Jun 5, 2006 23:55:53 GMT -5
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. That’s owned by some pretty lucky Japanese guys.
Author’s Note: This is NOT a songfic, but a song-inspired fic. The idea came while listening to “Wake Me Up When September Ends” by Green Day.
Summary: A movement through time for 02.
Rating: PG
Warning: Implied slash (2X1)
Duo groaned in pain. He heard that when one died, their very life flashed before their eyes. He knew he wasn’t dead. His injuries weren’t fatal, and Heero had rescued him before they became so. His life was a living hell, though he often wondered what Heero’s was like and the other guys. He some how had an idea that his and Heero’s, though were the worst. Neither of them knew their birth names, at least he never found out Heero’s.
And people wondered why he wore black. He was in morning. Perpetual morning. Life had hit him like a ton of bricks, and it kept pounding into him. Sometimes he wished that he’d finally pass on, but the God of Death was still needed in this war. He tried to banish the thoughts.
His parents he never knew, well he probably knew them, but he was too young when he was left alone to remember them, or even why he was alone. He figured it was because the Alliance and rebels were fighting again, and like the Maxwell Church, his home had been caught in the crossfire. It could have been the plague, like Solo, for some reason he was immune to it. It could even have been that his parents didn’t want him. That they knew the bad omen he was and had dumped him on the streets. He didn’t know.
His mind flashed on Solo, the young man, who had been the age Duo was now, who had taken him in, cared for him, and taught him how to live, how to survive. Duo had learned one lesson from Solo, he had as much right to live as anyone else. Then the plague took Solo from him. Like anyone that Duo began to trust, to love, death came on leather wings and snatched them away.
Father Maxwell and Sister Helen, he tried not to think about, but they had more of an effect on his life than Solo. They had taught him decency, to think, and about peace. But like everyone else, they were taken away. The Alliance blew the church up in what was called the Maxwell Church Tragedy, though some call in a massacre. It was the very reason that the citizens of L2 didn’t trust military, they were actually the strongest in support for Operation Meteor, not the Barton Foundation’s headquarters’ L3.
After there death he had kept away from human contact, and eventually wound up in the Alliance Military Prison.
He was the God of Death from then on, after hearing the soldiers say something about making a deal with death for surviving the Tragedy.
He groaned, he didn’t want to think about it. He felt a numbing feeling wash over him from a prick in the arm, drugs. His body was too tired to fight them, and his mind didn’t want him to, anyways. He was at peace with the world, the world that wasn’t at peace itself.
Duo’s POV
Why did man have to fight wars? What was the purpose? Stupid question, the only purpose of war is to kill. Sometimes I really respect Relena, and then she shouts, “HEEEROOOO!” at the top of her lungs, disrupting any cover we might have had. Especially her stupid, “Kill me now, Heero.” How are we supposed to bring peace with her running around?
Why weren’t the drugs affecting my brain? I couldn’t feel the pain, but my brain was still in pain. It was still thinking. What would happen when we end this war? How long would the peace last?
Five Years Later
“I thought I’d find you here,” a voice said behind me.
I looked up and smiled softly, “You know what day it is?”
“Let me think,” I should have laughed as I remembered. Today was a day of memory, for the both of us. He was talking now, like a human being, more than two words to anyone. He was less anti-social, though he preferred to be away from people, he willing went places, that five years ago he wouldn’t have been at, unless he was disguised. In fact, he had probably just finished packing for our trip to Quatre’s for the weekend, though we had a dozen invitations to other places, like I said, he preferred to be away from people, or to be around people that he knew and trusted. “It’s not your birthday. It’s not Christmas,” he said coyly. I nearly lost it, he was making jokes. He’s come along way. “Oh, now I remember, it’s Remembrance Day. The day that we took out Libra.”
“You mean you took out Libra, the rest of us were just watching your back,” I commented.
He snorted and chuckled, “Like you guys didn’t destroy the inside, I just fired the twin blaster rifle.”
I smiled happier and said, “Our we ready?”
“Yes, I was just coming to get you,” he said.
“Then let’s go!” I hoped off my seat, a window ledge in the home we live in, with several war orphans that we take care of. “Did you find all the munchkins?”
“Yes, Duo,” he said, “they’re in the van.”
We left the house, but not before I grabbed the invite that read:
Author’s Note: This is NOT a songfic, but a song-inspired fic. The idea came while listening to “Wake Me Up When September Ends” by Green Day.
Summary: A movement through time for 02.
Rating: PG
Warning: Implied slash (2X1)
Innocence Lost
[/I][/u][/center]Duo groaned in pain. He heard that when one died, their very life flashed before their eyes. He knew he wasn’t dead. His injuries weren’t fatal, and Heero had rescued him before they became so. His life was a living hell, though he often wondered what Heero’s was like and the other guys. He some how had an idea that his and Heero’s, though were the worst. Neither of them knew their birth names, at least he never found out Heero’s.
And people wondered why he wore black. He was in morning. Perpetual morning. Life had hit him like a ton of bricks, and it kept pounding into him. Sometimes he wished that he’d finally pass on, but the God of Death was still needed in this war. He tried to banish the thoughts.
His parents he never knew, well he probably knew them, but he was too young when he was left alone to remember them, or even why he was alone. He figured it was because the Alliance and rebels were fighting again, and like the Maxwell Church, his home had been caught in the crossfire. It could have been the plague, like Solo, for some reason he was immune to it. It could even have been that his parents didn’t want him. That they knew the bad omen he was and had dumped him on the streets. He didn’t know.
His mind flashed on Solo, the young man, who had been the age Duo was now, who had taken him in, cared for him, and taught him how to live, how to survive. Duo had learned one lesson from Solo, he had as much right to live as anyone else. Then the plague took Solo from him. Like anyone that Duo began to trust, to love, death came on leather wings and snatched them away.
Father Maxwell and Sister Helen, he tried not to think about, but they had more of an effect on his life than Solo. They had taught him decency, to think, and about peace. But like everyone else, they were taken away. The Alliance blew the church up in what was called the Maxwell Church Tragedy, though some call in a massacre. It was the very reason that the citizens of L2 didn’t trust military, they were actually the strongest in support for Operation Meteor, not the Barton Foundation’s headquarters’ L3.
After there death he had kept away from human contact, and eventually wound up in the Alliance Military Prison.
He was the God of Death from then on, after hearing the soldiers say something about making a deal with death for surviving the Tragedy.
He groaned, he didn’t want to think about it. He felt a numbing feeling wash over him from a prick in the arm, drugs. His body was too tired to fight them, and his mind didn’t want him to, anyways. He was at peace with the world, the world that wasn’t at peace itself.
Duo’s POV
Why did man have to fight wars? What was the purpose? Stupid question, the only purpose of war is to kill. Sometimes I really respect Relena, and then she shouts, “HEEEROOOO!” at the top of her lungs, disrupting any cover we might have had. Especially her stupid, “Kill me now, Heero.” How are we supposed to bring peace with her running around?
Why weren’t the drugs affecting my brain? I couldn’t feel the pain, but my brain was still in pain. It was still thinking. What would happen when we end this war? How long would the peace last?
Five Years Later
“I thought I’d find you here,” a voice said behind me.
I looked up and smiled softly, “You know what day it is?”
“Let me think,” I should have laughed as I remembered. Today was a day of memory, for the both of us. He was talking now, like a human being, more than two words to anyone. He was less anti-social, though he preferred to be away from people, he willing went places, that five years ago he wouldn’t have been at, unless he was disguised. In fact, he had probably just finished packing for our trip to Quatre’s for the weekend, though we had a dozen invitations to other places, like I said, he preferred to be away from people, or to be around people that he knew and trusted. “It’s not your birthday. It’s not Christmas,” he said coyly. I nearly lost it, he was making jokes. He’s come along way. “Oh, now I remember, it’s Remembrance Day. The day that we took out Libra.”
“You mean you took out Libra, the rest of us were just watching your back,” I commented.
He snorted and chuckled, “Like you guys didn’t destroy the inside, I just fired the twin blaster rifle.”
I smiled happier and said, “Our we ready?”
“Yes, I was just coming to get you,” he said.
“Then let’s go!” I hoped off my seat, a window ledge in the home we live in, with several war orphans that we take care of. “Did you find all the munchkins?”
“Yes, Duo,” he said, “they’re in the van.”
We left the house, but not before I grabbed the invite that read:
To: Duo Maxwell, Heero Yuy, and children...
