25 Feb 2001
Category: Songfic, shounen-ai, angst?
Rating: PG
Pairings: None exactly
Warnings: Angst-like and the ending is deliberately ambiguous.
Feedback: C&C
Notes: It's short. It's evil. It's Nine Inch Nails. Enjoy!
'--denotes thoughts--'
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and its characters belongs to Bandai, Sunrise and Sotsu Agency and are only being used for non profit entertainment purposes.
[Tried to save myself but myself keeps slipping away]
Mission failure. Duo was only thankful Heero wasn't around to remind him of his screw-up. What should have been an easy break in went sour. He barely made it out in one piece. Wearing a coat he stole at the train station to hide his hastily bandaged wounds, he hopped on the train trying to make it back to the others.
[Talking to myself all the way to the station
Pictures in my head of the final destination
All lined up
(All the ones that aren't allowed to stay)
Tried to save myself but myself keeps slipping away]
'Can't close my eyes,' Duo thought, 'Might not wake up if I do.' The idea of death didn't frighten him, after all he was Shinigami, God of death, or at least a damn good facsimile of it. 'I probably should have called them to let them know, maybe have someone pick me up,' was the random thought. He shook his head. 'I need to think clearly on why things got fucked up.' He wasn't ready to start answering questions for which he had no answers to ... yet.
[Tried to save a place from the cuts and the scratches
Tried to overcome the complications and the catches
Nothing ever grows and the sun doesn't shine all day
Tried to save myself by myself keeps slipping away]
'Dammit! I can't believe I'm bleeding this much. I hope no one gets too close and notices.' Speaking of noticing, 'Is the compartment getting darker or is it just me? Dammit, no! I refuse to die here like a loser on a train. I need to do a Yuy, find a way to die on the battlefield. Only I wouldn't have someone like Trowa coming to my rescue. I wonder if Heero has ever figured out that Trowa has a crush on him? I know everyone thinks that Heero and I are together because we room a lot together, but I think he rooms with me for the noise. He's too quiet, I'm too noisy it's a match made in heaven.'
"Itai!" Duo yelped as his heavy head hit the window he was sitting by. 'I am NOT going to die here. I was hoping to ... survive the war ... to see what life in peacetime could be like. I ... wanted ... to tell ... Wufei ... that I cared about him. Wanted ... to tell ... Trowa ... to stop leaving Quatre and Heero in the ... dark (man, it is getting dark in here) about ... his ... feelings. Dammit, Duo! Snap out of this. You are not going to die! If you were you'd see people from your past, right? I would be seeing Father Maxwell and Sister Helen and Solo. I don't see any of them, so I'm not dying.'
[Tried to save myself by myself keeps slipping away]
His stop approached. He slowly got up and staggered like a drunk man to the exit. Every step became a mantra to him. 'You are twenty steps from the phone. You are nineteen steps from the phone ... you are eighteen steps ...' So deep in concentration of making it to the phone, he never saw a flash of white move before him. Strong arms stopping him. He looked straight into obsidian eyes, wracked with concern.
"Duo?" Wufei said.
"Must... be... in... trou... ble... You never... call... me... Duo," the braided boy said with a lopsided smile before his world turned to black.
OWARI
Yeah, I'm a stinker. Is the glass half empty? Or half-full? I leave it up to you.
(:./babaca/intovoid)
