12-Sep-2000
This popped into my head whilst bellydancing to U2 and thinking about obsession and the dark side of people and generally pondering such things. :-) It's gonna be my next big fic project, so I'd appreciate any feedback on the prologue... ::grins:: It's... a little weird, but, uh, hey, it's gotta improve, right?
While this warning doesn't apply here, it will probably get extremely violent as I get deeper into it. Anyhoo, onto the fic!
All people were Good, inside.
Duo Maxwell was a Good person-- in the sense that everyone is inherently Good. He tried to be Good; he tried very hard. But it was hard to be a Good person: so very hard. He fumbled with his hat, pulling it low across his handsome face. Being Good was such a burden. He exhaled nosily and stared at the door, thoughtfully. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a worn and dog-eared photo of a teenage boy with messy brown hair and the coldest eyes he'd ever seen. But twinkling somewhere deep in those blue orbs, something that the flash of the camera had barely caught, Duo saw the Goodness in Heero Yuy.
And that was what he craved.
The innocent if not vulnerable look in those eyes; eyes that had never seen what he had seen.
Duo shivered and stared at the suddenly swirling snow around him.
This Heero Yuy would understand. If anyone understood, it would be the little boy in this picture. It was a little over a year old-- at least. Duo had found it in the pocket of a dead man-- a man he'd killed-- a man he presumed to be Heero's father. He sighed. He tried so hard to be a Good person. He remembered fumbling through the man's wallet with one hand, the other hand clutching the cold steel of a semi-automatic, and staring at the picture that had floated out. Heero had looked like a martyr or a saint, offering redemption in those bottomless Prussian pools.
Duo remembered gently pushing the dead man's eyelids up, glancing into those dull and lifeless orbs. His father, he mused. I killed his father. He shook his head, mournfully. He'd always be a Bad person.
He gazed at the photo once more, adoringly, before crunching it into his pocket again, just faintly brushing the familiar cold metal of his gun.
Not that he'd ever hurt Heero. He loved him-- he loved him with all the Goodness remaining in his heart.
end teaser
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Jay
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