04-Oct-2000
Disclaimer: I OWN IT ALL!!! YOU MUST PAY ME LOTS OF MONEY TO EVEN READ THIS FIC!! Er... Ano... I mean...
Warning! Sinful Shounen Ai mush! Ack!
Anyone recognize where the lines come from? If so, pleeeeease email me! I'd love to talk! I use 'ss' instead of 'ß' because some people can't type it.
As I look back, I'm not very pleased with this one. Heero kind of contradicts himself the whole time. It makes very little sense... And the song doesn't exactly fit how the fic ended up. It's also pretty bad that this is my first finished fic, when it's about the eighth one I've started... I'm not counting the vignette. Cause technically, it's part of another, extrememly unfinished, fic.
*several months later* Ick... I really don't like this one. Heero's kinda OOC, in my opinion... *sigh*
[100 days in desert sand
A drifter in no man's land
Following someone else's caravan]
"Ninmu ryoukai." Those solitary words, and a terrifying machine turns away from explosions of its own making, abandoning those dead and dying. Another day, another mission. He recalled a line he had read in a book he had read, for some school, somewhere, some other lifetime, it seemed. 'My skin is not my own...' Not the way it was used by the character, but apt for this situation, as well. New orders should be in soon. Something else to blow up, more people to kill. He knew what it did to most people, to himself, to Trowa. What defense did Duo have?
[I feel like a nomad since I left
Soaking in solitude
I can go without water but not without you]
He surveyed the destruction surrounding him, a dark cloud of death. 'Huh... Those words much better suit Duo...' Shinigami himself. Slowly he'd realized that he needed Duo, needed someone to keep from the dark edge... He was dangerously close to losing himself. The only person who could bring him back was gone. He'd never told him, but he'd felt much more at peace whenever he was around Deathscythe's pilot. 'Huh... Peace. Here...' Emotions were strange... He didn't understand them. They couldn't be predicted, categorized. Sometimes he preferred not having them. It was easier that way.
[100 200 300 days since I saw you
100 200 more - It's up to you, to rescue me
100 days one summer]
Another mission, another school. 'Suppose they'll all be dead soon.' And all for one man. Hm. So went missions. Get in, get target, leave. Sometimes without regard of anyone around the target. If only there wasn't that one boy... With a round face and large blue eyes. Shit. 'I hate this.' He wasn't sure if we would be able to kill him. And he was so close to the target.
'Duo... Help me...'
[Two hundred degrees, I'm burning down
I don't sleep at all at night I lie awake
wondering if you're alright]
'Too hot...' The latest mission, in Africa, had put him in a small rural school with no air conditioning. Even he'd been able to sleep - he was accustomed to the cold of space, or perfect climate control of the colonies, not this - He wasn't sure he wanted to. Lately his sleep had been plagued with dreams of Duo - Duo being blown up, Duo being captured, Duo being betrayed. He shuddered and stared at the ceiling. By the end of his week here he should have every line memorized...
[Civilization rises up
Cities come into view
Mirages of places I once went with you]
'They've rejected us... Why, Duo?' The very thing he was fighting for had just decided it didn't need him after all. He - and Duo, and Quatre, Trowa, and Wu Fei - were all just last year's soldiers, the fighters who had been discarded for the newer model. Tin soldiers made for one use and then thrown out. Several had even been destroyed. By Quatre, none the less. 'So the colonies don't need us anymore, eh, Duo?' He turned onto hi side, curled into a ball.
'I need you, Duo...'
[Three hundred time put to the test
A sultan without a land
Looking for someone who could understand]
Another mission, another 'ninmu kanryou.' 'You could even say I conquered it. And what do I get?' More opposition, more hate. More people to fight. More enemies. Some kingdom. 'Why you do it, Duo? The same reason I do? Why do I?'
'Help me, Duo...'
[One hundred days in desert sand
It didn't go how I planned
I never knew missing you would hurt so bad]
'So it was here, Duo?' The base was long abandoned, Duo had made sure of that before... No one had noticed or cared when a huge mecha landed, or when someone had climbed out to move disparately through the ruins of the base to here. The weeds and grass were already growing over the crumbled, covering up all signs that this cliff had once been extended. Several dozen feet. But the ground was still scorched, dead trees hanging, blackened concrete being slowly colonized by various plants and animals. There was no sign of a brown braided pilot with laughing blue eyes and a beautiful smile. Soon there also be no sign of his partner, either. Life would go on without them.
'I'm coming, Duo...'
Owari
Erk... o.o *sigh* Well, I guess it wasn't horrible. I've written better, but I've also written worse...
Ryan Harbin
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