7-Nov-2000
Disclaimer: Neither Gundam Wing nor any of its characters are owned by me.
Warnings: A touch of angst, 2 x 1/1 x 2 shonen-ai.
This is my first songfic and it is based on Jimi Hendrix's wonderful piece "And The Wind Cries Mary" but some of the original wording has been changed to fit. It is a separate piece and is not part of any other fics I have done.
Italics denotes lyrics, / / denotes thoughts, "" denotes spoken dialogue.
After all the jacks are in their boxes, and the clowns have all gone to bed,
You can hear happiness staggering on down the street, footsteps dressed in red.
And the wind whispers . . . loneliness
Duo sighed and stared at the ceiling as he lay on the worn down bed. The sounds of people and traffic rode on the breeze through the open window of his room. He quietly listened as he urged his body to sleep, cradled in the arms of Morpheus. But sweet Morpheus refused him relief this night, so he continued to restlessly lay in his broken down hotel room, wrapped in the cold shroud of loneliness.
His mission would be over in a couple of days and he would be returning to Heero. //Returning to Heero// the thought echoed in his mind. //Returning to what? I live for every moment I can be near him, to look at him, to hear his voice. I hunger to touch his skin, to capture his lips in a kiss, to possess his body with mine. But I'm afraid//.
//God, you're nothing but a stinking coward//, he thought sadly. //You'll stare down Death and laugh in its face, but when Love rests its gaze on you, you turn tail and run. You finally get what you've been wishing and praying for and what do you do? You insult it, avoid it, reject it. You hurt it and you crush it. You then slap it in the face and run away. Now you have to face it and admit to it you feel the same way, and try to repair it//.
"Tomorrow. . .", he murmured as he finally drifted off to sleep.
A broom is drearily sweeping up the broken pieces of yesterdays life.
Somewhere a Queen is weeping, somewhere a king has no wife.
And the wind cries. . . despair
Queen Relena sat in her bedroom, her porcelain and bisque figurines lay shattered and broken on the floor around her. She had re-read the letter countless times, and each time she could not believe the words written in it. She didn't want to believe.
She had offered him everything, he'd share her crown, her kingdom, her wealth, he'd have her love and he had denied it all, had thrown it back in her face, had told her to leave him alone.
She read the letter once again.
"I'm sorry Relena," it read. "I do not love you and I never will. My heart belongs to someone else and it would not be fair to you or him if I choose to live a lie. There is someone out there who will love you, cherish you, worship you, but that someone is not me. I wish you well, I wish you happiness, but please leave me alone." It was signed, "Heero".
She collapsed on her bed in a fit of tears as the maid swept. Relena's heart was as broken as the pieces laying on the floor.
The traffic lights turn blue tomorrow and shine the emptiness down on my bed.
The tiny island sags downstream and the life that lived is dead.
And the wind screams . . .hope.
Duo still lay sleepless in his hotel room. The traffic lights flashed green, then yellow, then red through the curtains. The neon blue of the hotel sign reflected in the mirror on the dresser, the voices and the sounds of the traffic from outside was a constant din in his ears. He got up, packed the few things he had brought with him and checked out of the hotel. He got in his car and drove toward his future, and Heero. He wasn't afraid anymore and he wasn't waiting for tomorrow. He just hoped Heero hadn't given up on him.
Will the wind ever remember, the names it has blown in the past.
With its crutch, its old age and its wisdom, it whispers no, this will be the last.
And the wind cries . . . his name.
Heero was standing under a tree, looking out at the horizon, he could hear Duo's name whispered with every gust of wind that blew through him, it was getting cooler, autumn was ending and the birth of winter was upon them. Heero had never felt so alone or so cold in his life. He shivered. He had taken a chance and gave his love to someone who couldn't give it back. He wouldn't believe that all the warmth that was Duo hid a frozen heart.
Duo had told him not to waste his time loving him. Duo had told him he could not return his love. Duo had not only lied to him but to his own heart as well. What Duo's lips would not say, his eyes had screamed. //We are two of a kind//, Heero thought, //emotional cripples that need each other to heal. I will wait for you to love me, even if it takes the rest of my life//.
The stars peeked out of the night sky as the wind blew colder. Heero walked into the house and started a fire, the chill had permeated the room. He went into the kitchen and put on some water for tea. He heard the door open and walked into the living room.
Duo was standing there, a hesitant smile on his face. "Heero. . . I . . . oh hell. "Duo rushed across the room and grabbed Heero in a tight embrace. Heero looked into those deep violet eyes as Duo touched his lips with his own and they kissed.
Outside the wind whispered ". . . love."
~ End ~
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KwyckSylver
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