Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Another Side ❯ Sans You ( Chapter 9 )
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By: Violet_Nyte 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Angst / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.04.2003 | Pages: 4 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 387 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Angst / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.04.2003 | Pages: 4 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 387 | Status: Work In Progress
LSE // 4-4-03
(Another Side - Chapter Nine: Sans You)
rated: PG13 - language, content
shounen-ai/yaoi
Sans You
-
"Heero!" Duo gasped, struggling to hold up Heero when the boy suddenly
collapsed. Sweeping one arm down over the back of the other boy's
knees, Duo managed to pick up Heero and nearly fell over from the
additional weight. Despite looking rail-thin and scrawny, Heero
weighed a ton! Either that or Duo was just a weakling, which
definitely seemed more likely.
Stand there, Heero clutched tightly to him, Duo felt the rising edge
of panic dwindle and then fade. For nearly three hours he had been
looking all over the city trying to find Heero, and trying to pretend
he wasn't worried. Now, however, it looked as if his worry was
justified.
Somehow, he managed to carry Heero to his car, which was just sitting
in the street still running. On retrospect, he was lucky he had
remembered to put the car in park before jumping out. Carefully, Duo
laid the unconscious boy into the passenger's seat and then paused,
looking up and down the abandoned street.
What should he do? Take Heero to the hospital? Slowly, Duo put the
car in drive and started down the street, stealing quick glances over
to his silent passenger. Heero didn't look hurt...
Distance solved his dilemma, because the apartment was infinitely
closer than the hospital. Hoping he was correct in assuming Heero
wasn't seriously injured, Duo maneuvered the car into the parking
garage. Looking between Heero and the door, which seemed to be miles
away, and thinking about the lobby, elevator, hallway...
He should start going to the gym, or just... something. Duo sighed
and wrestled Heero's weight out of the car and started the long walk.
------------------------------------------------------------ ----------
Later in the evening, Duo found himself just sitting beside the bed
and staring at the sleeping Heero. Every so often the boy would stir
and mumble with a nightmare before settling back out into deep
slumber. Duo debated waking Heero when the nightmares came, but in
the end he just sat there, helpless.
He knew, beyond a doubt, that Heero was getting his memory back. A
few hours ago caution had overcome him and he had placed a call to
the hospital only to find out Heero had been in early in the day.
Getting through to Doctor Haines, his suspicions had been confirmed.
Heero was remembering things, and... and Duo wasn't sure he wanted
him to.
It was horrible to realize, but sadly true. And he had just been
sitting there thinking about it for the longest time, unable to
convince himself... This was Heero without Doctor J's training,
without blood and death and without Gundam. It seemed cruel for him
to turn back into that Perfect Soldier.
But was this really Heero? Duo applied the situation to himself. What
would he be like, if his parents hadn't died, or he hadn't taken to
the streets in desperation? If Solo had not have died, if the Maxwell
Church had not burned. If he never knew starvation and terror,
violence and destruction, death caused by his own hands? No
Deathscythe, no war...
Would he still be Duo?
With sinking realization, Duo knew the answer. His past made him who
he was, and he treasured every last memory, even the horrible. During
the war Duo had loved Heero, respected his strength and skill.
Underneath the hard exterior, Duo had caught glimpses to tell Heero
was human and fully capable to feel emotion.
This smiling, happy, caring Heero was a dream come true, but it was
not really Heero... and it wasn't the object of Duo's love. That
cold, emotionless soldier was so much more than what he seemed, and
Duo loved him for it. Could couldn't be happy with this shadow of
that spirit, no matter how nicely it smiled.
Duo sighed and leaned back in his chair. He had promised Heero to do
everything he could to help get those memories back, but had let
himself be distracted by the thrill of Heero's touch...
Not anymore. Just... not anymore.
Duo yawned before standing and stretching. In the morning, he'd
settle things with Heero and his conscience. In the morning.
--------------------------------------------------------- -------------
He rose before dawn, sitting up in the bed and looking around in a
confused manner before his eyes settled on the still sleeping body
beside him. Heero started to lay back down and wait for Duo to wake
up, but something stopped him. Instead, he got out of the bed and
stood there, transfixed by the way Duo's braid curled over the pillow.
The tender emotion he felt whenever he looked at Duo rose up and
threatened to crush his resolve to just stand there. That tenderness
wanted him to kiss those soft lips and stroke one pale cheek. To
brush through the long strands of chestnut and marvel at the way the
sunlight was captured through them. To get back into the bed and curl
up against the smooth expanse of Duo's bare chest.
And to just stay beside Duo forever.
"Emotions are for the weak," he whispered, not sure if the words were
his own or a shadowed remembrance. Quietly, he dressed in a pair of
jeans and started to reach for one of Duo's black turtleneck's, but
his hand froze in mid-motion. Quavering before him was the image of a
tall, quiet boy with long bangs swept forward over one side of his
face to conceal emerald eyes.
Heero shook his head to clear the vision, not wanting to know who the
boy was, and reached for a different shirt. Behind him, blankets
rustled and he froze, hardly daring to turn around. Fortunately, Duo
merely mumbled something about pancakes, rolling over to throw one
arm over the empty space where Heero use to be.
With careful, silent movements, Heero searched through Duo's things
until he found the boy's wallet. Murmuring an apology, he took the
money out from it and then put it back in the pant's pocket like he'd
found it. He counted the money before shoving it into his own back
pocket and standing, looking around the room.
His only possessions were some clothes, and none of them were worth
packing up. It would be a hindrance to travel with a suitcase anyway,
and he needed to move with speed. Crossing over to the bed, Heero
knelt down and reached out to stroke Duo's braid, but hesitated out
of fear the boy would wake up. Cautiously, his fingers made contact
with the plaited chestnut hair in a brief caress before he stood and
moved away from the bed.
Almost to the front door, Heero paused and turned back, moving quickly
over to the coffee table. It didn't take long to locate a pen and,
after a silent hunt, a pad of paper. Quickly, he scrawled out a
message and tore the paper free. Still, he hesitated, wanting to
assure himself he was making the right decision.
Something, some part of himself locked away, warned against staying.
He didn't belong here. Heero had to leave... it was the only choice.
The memories would not stop, and they demanding that he leave.
"I'm sorry, Duo," he thought, laying the piece of paper on the coffee
table next to the television remote.
When he opened the room and stepped out into the hall, Heero realized
that he had secretly been hoping Duo would wake up and stop him.
Shaking his head in a silent berating, Heero quietly closed the door
on that hope. The soft sounds of his footsteps seemed unnaturally
loud in the empty hallway, and Heero was sure they would wake someone.
No one stirred at Heero's exit from the building, not even the night
clerk sleeping on the sofa in the lobby. Outside, the streets were
filled with a modest amount of sleepy traffic of the early commuters
and the tired night-shift workers heading home. Heero started walking
without bothering to think of where he was going.
Somewhere, he knew, he had some sort of home. Maybe even people
waiting for him. Heero didn't know where that was, though... but
maybe the memories would tell him.
Streets and buildings passed without him noticing. The hours
stretched and the winter sun rose into the sky. Vaguely, Heero was
aware of faint hunger, reminding him that he should have though to
eat before leaving. The cold penetrated through the comparably thin
material of his sweatshirt, but it was tolerable as long as he kept
moving.
No one paid him any attention, and likewise he ignore them. Once, a
memory sprung up, but it vanished quickly and caused no more than a
small hesitation in his stride. More, he knew, would follow. Maybe
they would direct him to some place...
Eventually the residential apartment complexes gave way to offices
and other businesses, and the traffic increased. Looking up from the
sidewalk, Heero stopped walking and it occurred to him that, since he
had no destination, he wasn't technically lost. He was getting tired
of walking, but he didn't want to waste money on a bus or taxi.
Just as he was getting ready to resign himself to start walking again,
he spotted a group of tourists getting ready to load back up on to
their bus. Darting forward, Heero slipped into the crowd and carefully
stepped up beside one of them. With a skill he didn't know he
possessed, Heero carefully removed the woman's group I.D. and pinned
it to himself.
Moving away from the woman and towards the bus, Heero was struck with
the realization of what he had just done. Without even thinking...
The smiling tour guide didn't seem phased when he boarded the bus. In
fact, she beamed at Heero and asked brightly, "Are you ready to go?"
Heero nodded and moved past her, taking a seat near the back. He
didn't care where the bus was going, so long as it was far away from
here. Far away.
"Mind if I sit here?" a middle-aged man asked, gesturing to the empty
seat beside Heero.
Heero looked up at the man and replied, "Hn."
------------------------------------------------------------ ----------
Duo woke up to find himself staring at an empty stretch of bed. He
blinked, struggling to work his mind out into properly cognitive mode
and figure out why it was odd the bed was empty. Sitting up, Duo
looked around the equally empty and silent bedroom with a bewildered
stare. "Heero?"
Walking out into the living room in just his boxers, Duo shivered
with the cold and went over to the thermostat. "Heero!" he called,
louder, the words seeming to almost echo out through the empty
apartment. A nervous flutter went through him before he could stop it.
Turning, he went back into the bedroom and quickly threw on the pants
he had worn yesterday before resuming his search. It didn't take long
to determine Heero was nowhere in the small apartment or in the
hallway, although Duo had no idea why he looked there.
"Heero!" he shouted in desperation, leaning up against the door and
staring out at the living room. Where could Heero have gone?
His eyes fell on the coffee table and he noticed there was a message
left on it. Walking over, Duo sighed with relief. Heero must have
just stepped out for... coffee or a doughnut. Or something, and he'd
left a note saying so. That was it.
Duo picked up the piece of paper and looked at the familiar print.
Duo's name was written clearly across the top, followed by just a
couple short sentences. Reading them, Duo felt the color drain from
his face in horror.
"Duo -- It's better this way. Don't try to find me. -- Heero
"PS- I took the money from your wallet. Sorry."
The paper fluttered to the coffee table and laid there, staring up at
Duo mockingly. He was gone. Gone...
"Heero..."
-
-
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~*~*
Author's Notes: Sans- WITHOUT, wanting, lacking, minus
I tried to squeeze it into one chapter but failed, so chapter ten
*should* be the end! Sorry for all the cliffhangers... heh...
Erm -- not sure when I'll actually have chapter ten ready. I'm aiming
to get this done before the weekend's over. Honestly!
Sorry this chapter is so short, I just couldn't fit the next sections
into this one, so... yeah. I better hurry so I can watch Law & Order
at nine... ::runs off:: Feed the muses!
Feedback/reviews are very much appreciated!
copyright 2003 - Gundam Wing and characters copyright other people.
Email me to join my Update ML!
LSE - Violet Nyte (ManzokuBiscuit@aol.com)
shameless plug - visit my website for cool "shtuff"
http://violetnyte.fallenweb.net
(Another Side - Chapter Nine: Sans You)
rated: PG13 - language, content
shounen-ai/yaoi
Sans You
-
"Heero!" Duo gasped, struggling to hold up Heero when the boy suddenly
collapsed. Sweeping one arm down over the back of the other boy's
knees, Duo managed to pick up Heero and nearly fell over from the
additional weight. Despite looking rail-thin and scrawny, Heero
weighed a ton! Either that or Duo was just a weakling, which
definitely seemed more likely.
Stand there, Heero clutched tightly to him, Duo felt the rising edge
of panic dwindle and then fade. For nearly three hours he had been
looking all over the city trying to find Heero, and trying to pretend
he wasn't worried. Now, however, it looked as if his worry was
justified.
Somehow, he managed to carry Heero to his car, which was just sitting
in the street still running. On retrospect, he was lucky he had
remembered to put the car in park before jumping out. Carefully, Duo
laid the unconscious boy into the passenger's seat and then paused,
looking up and down the abandoned street.
What should he do? Take Heero to the hospital? Slowly, Duo put the
car in drive and started down the street, stealing quick glances over
to his silent passenger. Heero didn't look hurt...
Distance solved his dilemma, because the apartment was infinitely
closer than the hospital. Hoping he was correct in assuming Heero
wasn't seriously injured, Duo maneuvered the car into the parking
garage. Looking between Heero and the door, which seemed to be miles
away, and thinking about the lobby, elevator, hallway...
He should start going to the gym, or just... something. Duo sighed
and wrestled Heero's weight out of the car and started the long walk.
------------------------------------------------------------ ----------
Later in the evening, Duo found himself just sitting beside the bed
and staring at the sleeping Heero. Every so often the boy would stir
and mumble with a nightmare before settling back out into deep
slumber. Duo debated waking Heero when the nightmares came, but in
the end he just sat there, helpless.
He knew, beyond a doubt, that Heero was getting his memory back. A
few hours ago caution had overcome him and he had placed a call to
the hospital only to find out Heero had been in early in the day.
Getting through to Doctor Haines, his suspicions had been confirmed.
Heero was remembering things, and... and Duo wasn't sure he wanted
him to.
It was horrible to realize, but sadly true. And he had just been
sitting there thinking about it for the longest time, unable to
convince himself... This was Heero without Doctor J's training,
without blood and death and without Gundam. It seemed cruel for him
to turn back into that Perfect Soldier.
But was this really Heero? Duo applied the situation to himself. What
would he be like, if his parents hadn't died, or he hadn't taken to
the streets in desperation? If Solo had not have died, if the Maxwell
Church had not burned. If he never knew starvation and terror,
violence and destruction, death caused by his own hands? No
Deathscythe, no war...
Would he still be Duo?
With sinking realization, Duo knew the answer. His past made him who
he was, and he treasured every last memory, even the horrible. During
the war Duo had loved Heero, respected his strength and skill.
Underneath the hard exterior, Duo had caught glimpses to tell Heero
was human and fully capable to feel emotion.
This smiling, happy, caring Heero was a dream come true, but it was
not really Heero... and it wasn't the object of Duo's love. That
cold, emotionless soldier was so much more than what he seemed, and
Duo loved him for it. Could couldn't be happy with this shadow of
that spirit, no matter how nicely it smiled.
Duo sighed and leaned back in his chair. He had promised Heero to do
everything he could to help get those memories back, but had let
himself be distracted by the thrill of Heero's touch...
Not anymore. Just... not anymore.
Duo yawned before standing and stretching. In the morning, he'd
settle things with Heero and his conscience. In the morning.
--------------------------------------------------------- -------------
He rose before dawn, sitting up in the bed and looking around in a
confused manner before his eyes settled on the still sleeping body
beside him. Heero started to lay back down and wait for Duo to wake
up, but something stopped him. Instead, he got out of the bed and
stood there, transfixed by the way Duo's braid curled over the pillow.
The tender emotion he felt whenever he looked at Duo rose up and
threatened to crush his resolve to just stand there. That tenderness
wanted him to kiss those soft lips and stroke one pale cheek. To
brush through the long strands of chestnut and marvel at the way the
sunlight was captured through them. To get back into the bed and curl
up against the smooth expanse of Duo's bare chest.
And to just stay beside Duo forever.
"Emotions are for the weak," he whispered, not sure if the words were
his own or a shadowed remembrance. Quietly, he dressed in a pair of
jeans and started to reach for one of Duo's black turtleneck's, but
his hand froze in mid-motion. Quavering before him was the image of a
tall, quiet boy with long bangs swept forward over one side of his
face to conceal emerald eyes.
Heero shook his head to clear the vision, not wanting to know who the
boy was, and reached for a different shirt. Behind him, blankets
rustled and he froze, hardly daring to turn around. Fortunately, Duo
merely mumbled something about pancakes, rolling over to throw one
arm over the empty space where Heero use to be.
With careful, silent movements, Heero searched through Duo's things
until he found the boy's wallet. Murmuring an apology, he took the
money out from it and then put it back in the pant's pocket like he'd
found it. He counted the money before shoving it into his own back
pocket and standing, looking around the room.
His only possessions were some clothes, and none of them were worth
packing up. It would be a hindrance to travel with a suitcase anyway,
and he needed to move with speed. Crossing over to the bed, Heero
knelt down and reached out to stroke Duo's braid, but hesitated out
of fear the boy would wake up. Cautiously, his fingers made contact
with the plaited chestnut hair in a brief caress before he stood and
moved away from the bed.
Almost to the front door, Heero paused and turned back, moving quickly
over to the coffee table. It didn't take long to locate a pen and,
after a silent hunt, a pad of paper. Quickly, he scrawled out a
message and tore the paper free. Still, he hesitated, wanting to
assure himself he was making the right decision.
Something, some part of himself locked away, warned against staying.
He didn't belong here. Heero had to leave... it was the only choice.
The memories would not stop, and they demanding that he leave.
"I'm sorry, Duo," he thought, laying the piece of paper on the coffee
table next to the television remote.
When he opened the room and stepped out into the hall, Heero realized
that he had secretly been hoping Duo would wake up and stop him.
Shaking his head in a silent berating, Heero quietly closed the door
on that hope. The soft sounds of his footsteps seemed unnaturally
loud in the empty hallway, and Heero was sure they would wake someone.
No one stirred at Heero's exit from the building, not even the night
clerk sleeping on the sofa in the lobby. Outside, the streets were
filled with a modest amount of sleepy traffic of the early commuters
and the tired night-shift workers heading home. Heero started walking
without bothering to think of where he was going.
Somewhere, he knew, he had some sort of home. Maybe even people
waiting for him. Heero didn't know where that was, though... but
maybe the memories would tell him.
Streets and buildings passed without him noticing. The hours
stretched and the winter sun rose into the sky. Vaguely, Heero was
aware of faint hunger, reminding him that he should have though to
eat before leaving. The cold penetrated through the comparably thin
material of his sweatshirt, but it was tolerable as long as he kept
moving.
No one paid him any attention, and likewise he ignore them. Once, a
memory sprung up, but it vanished quickly and caused no more than a
small hesitation in his stride. More, he knew, would follow. Maybe
they would direct him to some place...
Eventually the residential apartment complexes gave way to offices
and other businesses, and the traffic increased. Looking up from the
sidewalk, Heero stopped walking and it occurred to him that, since he
had no destination, he wasn't technically lost. He was getting tired
of walking, but he didn't want to waste money on a bus or taxi.
Just as he was getting ready to resign himself to start walking again,
he spotted a group of tourists getting ready to load back up on to
their bus. Darting forward, Heero slipped into the crowd and carefully
stepped up beside one of them. With a skill he didn't know he
possessed, Heero carefully removed the woman's group I.D. and pinned
it to himself.
Moving away from the woman and towards the bus, Heero was struck with
the realization of what he had just done. Without even thinking...
The smiling tour guide didn't seem phased when he boarded the bus. In
fact, she beamed at Heero and asked brightly, "Are you ready to go?"
Heero nodded and moved past her, taking a seat near the back. He
didn't care where the bus was going, so long as it was far away from
here. Far away.
"Mind if I sit here?" a middle-aged man asked, gesturing to the empty
seat beside Heero.
Heero looked up at the man and replied, "Hn."
------------------------------------------------------------ ----------
Duo woke up to find himself staring at an empty stretch of bed. He
blinked, struggling to work his mind out into properly cognitive mode
and figure out why it was odd the bed was empty. Sitting up, Duo
looked around the equally empty and silent bedroom with a bewildered
stare. "Heero?"
Walking out into the living room in just his boxers, Duo shivered
with the cold and went over to the thermostat. "Heero!" he called,
louder, the words seeming to almost echo out through the empty
apartment. A nervous flutter went through him before he could stop it.
Turning, he went back into the bedroom and quickly threw on the pants
he had worn yesterday before resuming his search. It didn't take long
to determine Heero was nowhere in the small apartment or in the
hallway, although Duo had no idea why he looked there.
"Heero!" he shouted in desperation, leaning up against the door and
staring out at the living room. Where could Heero have gone?
His eyes fell on the coffee table and he noticed there was a message
left on it. Walking over, Duo sighed with relief. Heero must have
just stepped out for... coffee or a doughnut. Or something, and he'd
left a note saying so. That was it.
Duo picked up the piece of paper and looked at the familiar print.
Duo's name was written clearly across the top, followed by just a
couple short sentences. Reading them, Duo felt the color drain from
his face in horror.
"Duo -- It's better this way. Don't try to find me. -- Heero
"PS- I took the money from your wallet. Sorry."
The paper fluttered to the coffee table and laid there, staring up at
Duo mockingly. He was gone. Gone...
"Heero..."
-
-
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~*~*
Author's Notes: Sans- WITHOUT, wanting, lacking, minus
I tried to squeeze it into one chapter but failed, so chapter ten
*should* be the end! Sorry for all the cliffhangers... heh...
Erm -- not sure when I'll actually have chapter ten ready. I'm aiming
to get this done before the weekend's over. Honestly!
Sorry this chapter is so short, I just couldn't fit the next sections
into this one, so... yeah. I better hurry so I can watch Law & Order
at nine... ::runs off:: Feed the muses!
Feedback/reviews are very much appreciated!
copyright 2003 - Gundam Wing and characters copyright other people.
Email me to join my Update ML!
LSE - Violet Nyte (ManzokuBiscuit@aol.com)
shameless plug - visit my website for cool "shtuff"
http://violetnyte.fallenweb.net