12-Aug-2001 revised
Title: Hers, Yours And Mine 1/?
Author: Sony_Mouse (Sony_Mouse@hotmail.com)
Pairings: 1+2+1, sadly R+1 in the past
Fandom: Gundam Wing
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: The story is NOT a death fic, but one character is already dead by the beginning, Language, ANGST
ARCHIVE: Gundam Wing Addiction (www.gwaddiction.com)
Disclaimers: GW not mine, story is and all original characters also mine.
Summary: Years after the war and after Heero mysteriously left Duo, Duo now lives alone. But is one-day suddenly confronted with the past that he's hiding from.
He was dead.
Despite everything that Duo was now telling himself, HE... was... dead.
For the second time in Duo's life, that bastard had up and left him for someone else. Before it had been Relena, and now God had won his fancy.
Duo should've been surprised or at least upset, but he wasn't, or so he told himself. He didn't even want to cry.
At that moment in time Duo was devoid of all emotion. Only one solitary thought wormed its way in and out of his mind, He was dead.
Duo sat cross-legged on a wooden chair near a broken window, as moonlight reflected it self off his unnaturally pale features. The room was quiet and dark, but only because the light bulb had also been mysteriously broken. But for the life of him, Duo couldn't remember how these things had become broken. They, along with many other items in his room, were now laying on the ground in pieces, but he was sure, that a mere hour ago, they were still in good working order.
Similarly Duo vaguely recalled owning two chairs in his room, but one of them was now only a bunch of broken splinters, lying on the ground outside, directly below the smashed window.
But Duo wasn't really staring at the window anyway, more like past it; he was somewhere else, in a great void, repeating some words over and over again. HE was dead. His Heero was dead. He was dead...
The two police officers turned off into the intersection to pick up their "parcel" that had to be delivered. The first officer, Greg, wasn't looking forward to the job on this bright sunny day, but it had to be done. As they drove on, the wind came in through the windows and tousled his already messy hair. He had his feet up on the dashboard, and was presently eating a bag of sunflower seeds.
It was pretty quiet that day because the entire nation was in mourning over the great loss of its wise leader, Relena Peacecraft. She had created quite a scandal by committing suicide shortly after her beloved husband had done the same thing. True she had waited a few months to do it, but the result was still the same.
The country itself would run fine without her, it had been a good ten years since the war ended, and the government was now stable enough to run itself, and under a democracy this time. Or at least until someone in the family could take over.
No, the problem lay with what the two had left behind, their children. Greg got a disgusted look just thinking about the poor kids. His partner, who was driving the car, looked at him funny, so Greg just spat another seed out the window.
The officer knew he felt the same way. Both Yui kids were royalties without a home or a family. Most thought it would remain this way, but not a day after Relena's death, Heero's ex-lawyer showed up at the doorway waving a will in his left hand. Relena hadn't even thought about making one for her kids. The Queen had been that positive that she would live forever.
As they slowly pulled up to the station, two small figures could be seen standing out in front. Both clinging to small suitcases and trying not to look too scared. Standing above them was a very well known man by the name of Quatre Winner. He smiled warmly at the officers and nudged the children to do likewise.
They didn't budge.
When the car stopped, Quatre grabbed the suitcases and flung them in the backseat of the car. He then helped the two kids to get settled in the back and went to the front of the car to speak with the two officers.
"Listen, I still wasn't able to get a hold of him, but we have direct orders from the will to drop them off at the house anyways."
"Isn't that kinda of child neglect, just leaving them there?"
"Well no, I would stay with them, but I am sure he's home. He just doesn't answer his calls or anything. We've tried several times to get a hold of him, even before the incident, its just that...when he doesn't want to be found, he won't be."
Greg scratched the top of his head unblinking. "And THIS is who we're leaving the kids too. Are you sure this is a bright idea"
"I don't know what to think, but if it was Heero's last wish, then I am going to do my best to uphold it, even if it means that *I* have to raise them on that porch by myself."
"Alright, give me the address and hop in, I'm sure the kids can't WAIT to get to their new home."
Quatre gave Greg and his silent partner a weak smile and then climbed into the back with the two children, a big grin plastered to his face.
"Alright kids, time to meet your new uncle."
Greg stopped the car in the middle of the street as soon as he saw where they were planning on dropping off the royalty's only heirs.
"Uhhhh Mr. Winner, you have got to be kidding me, we aren't leaving the kids here, are we?"
Looking at the kids and hoping they weren't too upset, Quatre glared at the policeman.
Greg did have a point, the place was in absolute shambles, the car was smashed, the windows were falling off and rust was growing everywhere. The lawn was so high that the kids could hide in it.
"Well yes, and what's wrong with it. It just needs a paint job that's all. Besides you don't need a mansion to be happy, and I'll help him out with as much as he asks for...if he asks for it."
"Yeah well, this may be great for me or my buddy here, but we're talking about the Yui kids. This is no place for royalty or the kids of an ex-Gundam pilot to live."
Quatre was now starting to get mad and spoke against his nature. "This IS the place of an ex-Gundam Pilot, and it will do fine. Heero knew that when he wrote the will."
The two cops gave each other a knowing look and pulled up to the old house. Quatre quickly took command and got the children out of the car and ready for their new home. Grabbing the expensive suitcases, he once again turned to the policemen.
"Thanks for the ride, we'll be in touch about their progress. But could you stay here for a few moments, I might still need you."
Greg nodded slowly and gave Quatre a quick wink to wish him luck. This whole situation really was crazy.
Quatre practically dragged the unwilling, yet uncomplaining kids up to the door. They had still not spoken a word since the police station, and the youngest, a boy, hadn't said anything since their mother had passed away. It was all very unnerving for Quatre.
He was about to knock on the door when he took one last look at the young boy. He was wearing a small pair of jeans, fit for a five-year-old, a green T-shirt and had short tousled brown hair. He was, in other words, the exact duplicate of his deceased father.
Quatre's heart clenched at the thought, but also realized that this was not something his friend would welcome easily, so he got down on his knees and looked into the small child's eyes to speak with him.
"Hey there, do you have a baseball cap or something?"
The boy said nothing and continued looking at the ground, finding his shoes to be less intimidating then the situation. Giving up, Quatre reached into one of the suitcases and took out a small black baseball cap that he hoped would hide the view of the Prussian blue eyes and messy hair.
"There, now doesn't that look nice." Again the boy didn't respond. "Ok big smiles, Uncle Duo loves big smiles." Or at least he used to, Quatre thought to himself.
He knocked loudly at the door hoping someone would answer it. For all he knew Duo wasn't even alive anymore, but then they could've at least found his body. No Duo was hiding, he knew that much.
After a few more unsuccessful tries with the door, he tried something a little more unorthodox. He barged through it with all his might. The door gave way on the first try; it was just too old to care anymore.
"Come on in, we're home." The eight-year-old girl snorted at the remark and took her brothers hand to follow Uncle Quatre through the door.
Once inside there was no sign that anyone lived there, not even left over food. Though it was obvious that someone hadn't bothered to clean up in a long time. Sighing to himself Quatre didn't even bother to look around the house, he knew he wouldn't find anything. Instead he yelled at the top of his lungs. " Duo get your sorry behind down here. I need to talk to you, it's important."
As expected, no one replied.
"Duo, I'm serious this time. It's no time for games. I have something for you."
Again no reply, Quatre would have even been happy with a "Fuck off!" or a "Leave me the hell alone!" But received no such luck. Realizing once again that he wasn't getting anywhere with this, Quatre decided to use his trump card, the only one he had. "Its about Heero. He left you something."
After waiting for maybe five or then minutes, Quatre was finally convinced that he wasn't going to get a reply from his old friend. But soon after this realization hit him, a lone figure emerged from the shadows. He was wearing an old pair of track pants and a similarly old, smelly, black T-shirt. The young man was abnormally pale and had huge dark bags under his eyes.
He looked over to Quatre and said in an eerily quiet voice. "What is it Quatre? What did Hee-Hee... 'He' leave me."
Quatre was about to reply when Duo noticed the two silent children standing away from Quatre. He gave them a once over and stopped at the youngest. A pained expression crossed his eyes as he glared at the young boy.
The boy's eyes grew wide under the scrutiny and he ran to hide behind his sister.
Duo looked up at Quatre with disgust in his eyes. "You bastard, bringing THEM here to my house. You fucking bastard, how dare you presume... how dare you think that I would even look at HER children."
He started to turn away again but Quatre's pleas stopped him. "She's dead Duo."
Quatre wasn't sure he should be discussing this in front of the children, but he needed them there. His words must have worked because Duo slowly turned around with disbelief in his eyes. "What?"
"She's dead, died shortly after Heero did. I think you can figure out how."
"I don't care why, what's this got to do with...oh no, you can't mean. NO, Quatre NO!"
"Duo stop and listen for a second. It was in his will, he left them to you."
"NO!"
But Quatre didn't give up; at least Duo was staying put for the moment.
"He left them to YOU. And do you know why?"
Looking somewhat nervous and uneasy, Duo threw his arms up into the air.
"I don't care."
"He left them to you because he thought you would make a better parent than he or Relena ever was."
"How the hell would he know that." Duo said, pointing and accusing finger at his old friend." Do I look like the father of the year to you? Well DO I??"
He was screaming now, so Quatre said the only thing he could to calm Duo down. He stepped closer to Duo so that the kids couldn't hear and whispered quietly with tears in his eyes.
"Listen for once, you selfish bastard. Despite what may have happened between you two, he loved you, more than Relena, more then himself and as hard as it is to believe, more than those kids over there. And damn it, he really loved those kids, they were his life."
"Funny thing Heero, always seems to leave the things that he loves behind."
"Oh God Duo, that may be true, but he did love them. And the last thing he wanted was some pampered family raising his kids. There was only one person he could see fit to raise them, and it wasn't even Relena, it was you. So I don't care if you want to or not, you're raising them, and you're going to do a good job too."
Duo stood there stunned for a moment trying to pry his eyes away from the sight of the two children...Heero's children.
Quatre took advantage of this and without warning, ran out the door as fast as he could. Not knowing what he was doing, but was damned if he was going to stay, Duo needed incentive. Jumping into the back seat of the car, he told the two officers to drive off without the kids.
He knew that Duo wouldn't follow them, or try to return the children somehow. He hadn't stepped out of that door in 3 months, and Quatre figured he wasn't about to start now.
Duo would take care of those kids, even if he had to force him to. And Quatre had a feeling he might have to do just that.
As predicted, Duo remained inside the house glaring at the front door. He couldn't believe Quatre had just left the kids here with him. Mumbling to himself he voiced that opinion. "I can't believe he just left you two here."
"Tell me about." A sarcastic voice responded to his comment.
Duo's deadly gaze quickly found the almost trembling girl in front of him. She tried to look proud, but he could tell she really wanted to cry or run, or maybe both. The braided man's mind was so overcome by the situation, he couldn't even figure out what to do.
As much as he wanted to just leave the kids outside on the porch, his long lost humanity wouldn't allow it. Besides he knew Quatre would be back with food and clothes in the morning, and then Duo could give them back.
Glaring at the two kids, Duo didn't even try to disguise his distaste of the situation. "I guess you two royalty get to stay at Hotel Maxwell. I hope its up to the standards that you're used to, and if not, well, that's life...HA, my life. There's food in the fridge, two spare bedrooms, I'm sure you can find them without my help, and a T.V in the living room. No, I don't' know if it works, don't ask!"
The small children looked up at Duo with scared eyes unwilling to say anything. "Ah damn it, you two are about as talkative as your father."
That was what did it, the two kids were now in tears. Scared, hungry, tired and generally not pleased with the situation, they cried as much and as loud as they could.
Duo was not used to talking all that much in the last few years, but he still didn't have the ability to stay quiet when there was people around. Old habits die-hard. " Alright, alright, enough already, stop crying. Now you sound just like you mother." This had the absolutely reverse effect that Duo had been aiming for, and the children began to bawl even more.
Duo tried a few more times to get them to calm down but was even more unsuccessful. He eventually threw his arms up in the air and snapped out loud. "That's it, you're not my problem. You can cry all you want. See if I care." He then turned on his heals leaving the two kids huddled together and crying their little eyes out.
It wasn't until much later that night, that Duo found himself unable to get to sleep. Intense Prussian blue eyes haunted his every thought, and so did the two now quiet kids. With a start he realized that he hadn't even bothered to learn their names. Not that it mattered, because after tomorrow he would never see or hear from them again, he'd make sure of that.
But for the moment, he still couldn't just forget about them. Standing up, Duo grabbed the only blanket in the house, his, and made his way over to one of the spare bedrooms. The two kids lay quietly huddled together with dry puffy eyes, and softly sleeping in the moonlight. It hurt so much to look at them, but at the same time he couldn't tear his eyes away. His breathing started to become haggard, and he realized that he was starting to hyperventilate. He quickly pulled the cover over the small children and ran out of the room as fast as he could.
Later as he lay in his bed, Duo still couldn't get to sleep. He shivered continuously for the rest of the night, but knew it wasn't from the cold.
TBC...
Well here is a story that I plan to continue like it or not. I really hope you all give it a chance. AND I REALLY need your comments for this one, I am so worried that people will take it the wrong way. So please tell me what you think.
(:./sony/hers1)
