Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Gundam Wing nor will I ever.
Notes: This is a weird~ fic I thought of. It's sad and not very humorous, but I hope you will enjoy. An Original mind swelling fic from yours truly Angel of Hell, from the depths of my underworld, I opened my tall book shelf of fics and brought out a old dust covered notebook and flipped to the pages that contained this story, and brought it to you, reborn and new, for all to read.
ALSO: Ah.yes re-re-posting this fic sorry ppl well the 5th chapter is up! YAY! Enjoy my new Pen Name is The SCANTY Fan..^_^
Chiisana Ichi (Little One)
The dead beat of breathing, collapsing over and over again, restlessly, fast and uneven. The violet eyes burst open into cups of quivering dull light, the smooth pale skin of his gleaming like moonlight. The young boy sat stiffly on his bed, eyes large and starring blankly. He rocked slightly, right to left, right to left, over and over again.
Strands of his lovely brown hair falling against his sweating complexion. The boy's eyes began to slowly well with tears as he gripped his hands around his shoulders and dug his nails into his soft skin, his ragged blacks clothes hanging off of his skinny bonny body, clinging to the bones that were all too visible underneath the pearly white flesh.
He hiccupped painfully and silently the tears fell, streaming rivers of pain down his cheeks, yet he couldn't find his voice inside his throat any longer, no he had lost everything, he couldn't remember...no he couldn't remember.
This once, alive, happy boy was now in a breakdown of sorts, he had been taken prisoner during one of the many missions him and his fellow pilots had been on, but he had been captured....and they had never come for him.
They had tortured him, beat him all the time, and raped him constantly. He was like a doll to them, a little rag doll they could have their way with. But the worst thing was he couldn't remember...anything! He remembered being hit over the head with something extremely heavy and he had been out for what felt like days.
When he had awoken he was starving and aching and he had forgotten all he ever knew. He didn't know his name, but the mean people who hurt him, they called him Bird. He didn't know why they did but he supposed that was his name. All he felt was that something was missing and he knew he shouldn't be here....but how...who was supposed to get him out!?
When he slept he dreamed of someone, but couldn't put his finger on who he was, but he knew he loved him. He was taller then himself with dark jagged brown hair and piercing indigo blue eyes, that stole his breath away. But he was always awaken by some solider before he could ever get to talk to his dream man and find out who he was.
"Bird!" they would yell and throw open the door. The sharp white light hurting the boys eyes and he tried to crawl into a dark corner, but they would always grab him by the arm and pull him over to his bed. "Time for your medicine little bird." they would snicker then began to rip at his clothes grabbing up between his legs.
He use to cry out, telling them to stop, but they never listened so he just gave up, he couldn't take it anymore, he was going to die either way.
So now he sat there rocking and waiting, soon it would come, his medicine and all the pain and beating, he was just waiting, waiting to hear those footsteps. He looked down at his hands, his long once delicate fingers were now cut up and dirty, blood was underneath his finger nails, he often would claw at his rapists breaking the flesh, but they never backed down.
The boy was suddenly jolted almost off his bed. There had been a huge explosion just now, and the whole building had shaken a little. Dust and plaster billowed down from the ceiling and onto his head and he ducked and covered at his eyes. The door was suddenly pushed open and down, crashing into the ground.
In the doorway lurked an image, silhouetted from the eyes as only a black form of a young boy standing there. It suddenly bolted over to the boy sitting on the bed, and he fell back afraid once again, was it time for his medicine?
"Duo!" The voice rang out loud and clear, and the name struck a note in the boys head and made his brain hurt and he closed his eyes tightly. Strong hands grabbed hold of his arms and he stiffened and tried to push away. "Come on we got to go!" Suddenly the unknown boy picked him up in his arms and bolted out of the room.
/I can't see! I can't see!!!!/ He kept thinking as the light was so bright and he clenched his eyes even tighter. Suddenly he felt a rush of air and he made his eyelids draw back. He was...he was outside!! God the sun! The fucking sun was shinning down on him, warming his cheeks. He saw color once again and blue sky!
He found he was still being held still and was going very fast. He swerved his head around and saw the boy from his dreams holding him, his eyes focused on something ahead of them, eyebrows creased together in thinking. Another explosion echoed from back behind them and the boys head fell on his shoulders, this was all too much for him, too much...he didn't understand....he couldn't remember.
He heard chirping, soft light chirping; he hadn't heard that sound in months, heck years it felt like. The boy shifted gently and opened up his eyes. He was in a room with lots of sunlight beaming in through an open window. He was lying on a large bed, with soft flannel sheets and a soft comforter pulled up to his chest. The boy sat up now and gazed around.
His long chestnut hair was falling around his face and closing in around his eyes. He was still wearing his old clothes and he felt gritty and gross, he hadn't taken a shower since, God knows how long.
Suddenly the door to the room creaked open. In came another young boy, he had soft blond hair and velvet looking cheeks, his blue eyes sparkling when he saw his old dear friend.
"DUO!" he cried and ran over to hold him but the boy backed away.
"Who are you?....are you a new Solider...is..Is it time for my medicine?" Quatre's eyes clouded over with tears and he reached a hand out to Duo and brushed at his cheek.
"You don't remember us do you?"
"No....should I?"
"Oh God Duo...."
"Bird...." Duo said quietly.
"What?" Quatre asked, confused and upset about his friend's state.
"My name, I don't know who Duo is, but I'm Bird...." Tears fell down Quatre's face and he suddenly grabbed Duo around the neck, sobbing hysterically.
"You're DUO! Duo Maxwell!!" Duo or perhaps Bird became frightened and began to dig his nails into the blonde boys arm and pushing at him to get away. "Duo it's me! Quatre-"
/Quatre!!! Who...wait I know this! I know him....but who...who...I can't remember/BR
Duo stopped struggling and looked into those crystal blue eyes. "Q...." he said, he didn't know why, but it felt right to say. Quatre smiled and nodded.
"Yes, that's what you use to call me for short!" Quatre laughed happily. "Don't worry Duo; we'll help get your memory."
"We?" Duo asked.
"Yes....me, Trowa, Wufei......and Heero."
/HEERO!!??/
Duo grabbed his head with pain and bent himself over forward. "I can't remember!" he cried and began to sob. Quatre held him gently, and Duo awkwardly let him hold him. Quatre rested a hand on Duo's back and saw threw a ripped part of his shirt, a large bloody scratch deep, enough that it could get infected and bruises lined his arms and one was on his left side of his cheek, it was quite fresh and a little swollen.
"Duo....shhhh~ Duo?" The Violet eyed boy took awhile to recognize the name before realizing it was what Quatre was calling him. "Why don't you take a shower?"
The boy nodded, that would be wonderful, he couldn't remember how great it felt but he knew it would have to feel better then this.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------- "Can you do it yourself?" the helpful boy asked as he watched his friend stare at the tub.
"I-I think so."
"I'll wait out here for you, if you need anything call." He shut the door and sat down in a chair across from the door, and picked up a book. He couldn't read though, no he was too upset and scared for Duo. Footsteps pounded down the hall outside the door and Quatre turned his gaze up to the now opening door.
Heero opened it and looked at Quatre. "How is he?"
"He....he doesn't really remember any of us, he remembered he use to call me Q...and when I said your name he started to cry and said he couldn't remember."
Heero felt his heart ache, he loved Duo so much, and their relationship had just really started to develop before he had been captured. Heero looked at the floor and opened his mouth to say something when they heard a loud thump come from the bathroom.
They bolted up and over to the door opening it quickly. The skinny Duo was slowly trying to stand up again in the tub of slowly filling water, his long ragged hair falling down around his body and sticking to his sweaty hot sides. His eyes circled up to Quatre then he saw Heero and almost fell again, but Quatre and Heero ran over grabbing him by the arms.
"Duo are you-" Duo was looking up into Heero's eyes, he looked upset and his eyes moved back in forth watching those blue orbs, trying to remember trying to understand, he knew he loved this boy, but did this boy love him...and why did he love him?BR
"We'll help you Duo, don't worry." Quatre smiled and pulled a piece of Hair out of Duo's sight. Heero left shortly after, Quatre had taken him aside and told Heero that he was almost positive that Duo had been battered by the Soldiers and rapped, and that right now Duo really only remembered Quatre and that it might be easier if he just helped him out tonight.
Heero had agreed, he tried to hide it but Quatre could detect the hurt. "It'll work out Heero; we'll get our Duo back." The Japanese boy nodded and left the room. Quatre returned to the bathroom and helped Duo into the tub.
Quatre almost began to cry again when he saw how skinny and beat up Duo was. The small boy fumbled with the shampoo as he looked over Duo's wounds. He gently poured some Strawberry scented shampoo in his hand and began the task to kneading it into Duo's scalp gently.
He washed his hair out a couple times and each time dirty brown and reddish colored water rinsed out of it. Then he helped him bathe, gently and letting Duo have his space. "There done!" Quatre smiled and grabbed a large fluffy red towel and wrapped it around Duo tightly. "Okay, step out." Duo followed the command and then Quatre fetched him some Pajama's to wear. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------
"Good night Duo, if you need anything tonight, me and Trowa's room are the next one over and Heero's two doors down to the right, Wufei sleeps downstairs so you probably won't have to go ask him for help okay?"
"Bird...." Duo said blankly, "That's what they called me...but that wasn't my name was it?" Quatre took Duo in his arms once again and held him to his chest gently.
"No....no its not...your name is Duo...not Bird...Duo Maxwell." Duo nodded and hugged Quatre gently back.
"Thank you Q....I am beginning to remember you....little....by..little." The Arabic smiled and rose from Duo's bed. "Don't worry Duo....soon, you'll remember everything." ------------------To Be Continued------------------------------------------- ------------------- I hope u all like it? Please review it would mean a lot to me, I know I have a lot of stories, but thou shall not worry, they will all be completed sometime k~? And hopefully the next part of this will be out soon Well luv ya The SCANTY Fan
Notes: This is a weird~ fic I thought of. It's sad and not very humorous, but I hope you will enjoy. An Original mind swelling fic from yours truly Angel of Hell, from the depths of my underworld, I opened my tall book shelf of fics and brought out a old dust covered notebook and flipped to the pages that contained this story, and brought it to you, reborn and new, for all to read.
ALSO: Ah.yes re-re-posting this fic sorry ppl well the 5th chapter is up! YAY! Enjoy my new Pen Name is The SCANTY Fan..^_^
Chiisana Ichi (Little One)
The dead beat of breathing, collapsing over and over again, restlessly, fast and uneven. The violet eyes burst open into cups of quivering dull light, the smooth pale skin of his gleaming like moonlight. The young boy sat stiffly on his bed, eyes large and starring blankly. He rocked slightly, right to left, right to left, over and over again.
Strands of his lovely brown hair falling against his sweating complexion. The boy's eyes began to slowly well with tears as he gripped his hands around his shoulders and dug his nails into his soft skin, his ragged blacks clothes hanging off of his skinny bonny body, clinging to the bones that were all too visible underneath the pearly white flesh.
He hiccupped painfully and silently the tears fell, streaming rivers of pain down his cheeks, yet he couldn't find his voice inside his throat any longer, no he had lost everything, he couldn't remember...no he couldn't remember.
This once, alive, happy boy was now in a breakdown of sorts, he had been taken prisoner during one of the many missions him and his fellow pilots had been on, but he had been captured....and they had never come for him.
They had tortured him, beat him all the time, and raped him constantly. He was like a doll to them, a little rag doll they could have their way with. But the worst thing was he couldn't remember...anything! He remembered being hit over the head with something extremely heavy and he had been out for what felt like days.
When he had awoken he was starving and aching and he had forgotten all he ever knew. He didn't know his name, but the mean people who hurt him, they called him Bird. He didn't know why they did but he supposed that was his name. All he felt was that something was missing and he knew he shouldn't be here....but how...who was supposed to get him out!?
When he slept he dreamed of someone, but couldn't put his finger on who he was, but he knew he loved him. He was taller then himself with dark jagged brown hair and piercing indigo blue eyes, that stole his breath away. But he was always awaken by some solider before he could ever get to talk to his dream man and find out who he was.
"Bird!" they would yell and throw open the door. The sharp white light hurting the boys eyes and he tried to crawl into a dark corner, but they would always grab him by the arm and pull him over to his bed. "Time for your medicine little bird." they would snicker then began to rip at his clothes grabbing up between his legs.
He use to cry out, telling them to stop, but they never listened so he just gave up, he couldn't take it anymore, he was going to die either way.
So now he sat there rocking and waiting, soon it would come, his medicine and all the pain and beating, he was just waiting, waiting to hear those footsteps. He looked down at his hands, his long once delicate fingers were now cut up and dirty, blood was underneath his finger nails, he often would claw at his rapists breaking the flesh, but they never backed down.
The boy was suddenly jolted almost off his bed. There had been a huge explosion just now, and the whole building had shaken a little. Dust and plaster billowed down from the ceiling and onto his head and he ducked and covered at his eyes. The door was suddenly pushed open and down, crashing into the ground.
In the doorway lurked an image, silhouetted from the eyes as only a black form of a young boy standing there. It suddenly bolted over to the boy sitting on the bed, and he fell back afraid once again, was it time for his medicine?
"Duo!" The voice rang out loud and clear, and the name struck a note in the boys head and made his brain hurt and he closed his eyes tightly. Strong hands grabbed hold of his arms and he stiffened and tried to push away. "Come on we got to go!" Suddenly the unknown boy picked him up in his arms and bolted out of the room.
/I can't see! I can't see!!!!/ He kept thinking as the light was so bright and he clenched his eyes even tighter. Suddenly he felt a rush of air and he made his eyelids draw back. He was...he was outside!! God the sun! The fucking sun was shinning down on him, warming his cheeks. He saw color once again and blue sky!
He found he was still being held still and was going very fast. He swerved his head around and saw the boy from his dreams holding him, his eyes focused on something ahead of them, eyebrows creased together in thinking. Another explosion echoed from back behind them and the boys head fell on his shoulders, this was all too much for him, too much...he didn't understand....he couldn't remember.
He heard chirping, soft light chirping; he hadn't heard that sound in months, heck years it felt like. The boy shifted gently and opened up his eyes. He was in a room with lots of sunlight beaming in through an open window. He was lying on a large bed, with soft flannel sheets and a soft comforter pulled up to his chest. The boy sat up now and gazed around.
His long chestnut hair was falling around his face and closing in around his eyes. He was still wearing his old clothes and he felt gritty and gross, he hadn't taken a shower since, God knows how long.
Suddenly the door to the room creaked open. In came another young boy, he had soft blond hair and velvet looking cheeks, his blue eyes sparkling when he saw his old dear friend.
"DUO!" he cried and ran over to hold him but the boy backed away.
"Who are you?....are you a new Solider...is..Is it time for my medicine?" Quatre's eyes clouded over with tears and he reached a hand out to Duo and brushed at his cheek.
"You don't remember us do you?"
"No....should I?"
"Oh God Duo...."
"Bird...." Duo said quietly.
"What?" Quatre asked, confused and upset about his friend's state.
"My name, I don't know who Duo is, but I'm Bird...." Tears fell down Quatre's face and he suddenly grabbed Duo around the neck, sobbing hysterically.
"You're DUO! Duo Maxwell!!" Duo or perhaps Bird became frightened and began to dig his nails into the blonde boys arm and pushing at him to get away. "Duo it's me! Quatre-"
/Quatre!!! Who...wait I know this! I know him....but who...who...I can't remember/BR
Duo stopped struggling and looked into those crystal blue eyes. "Q...." he said, he didn't know why, but it felt right to say. Quatre smiled and nodded.
"Yes, that's what you use to call me for short!" Quatre laughed happily. "Don't worry Duo; we'll help get your memory."
"We?" Duo asked.
"Yes....me, Trowa, Wufei......and Heero."
/HEERO!!??/
Duo grabbed his head with pain and bent himself over forward. "I can't remember!" he cried and began to sob. Quatre held him gently, and Duo awkwardly let him hold him. Quatre rested a hand on Duo's back and saw threw a ripped part of his shirt, a large bloody scratch deep, enough that it could get infected and bruises lined his arms and one was on his left side of his cheek, it was quite fresh and a little swollen.
"Duo....shhhh~ Duo?" The Violet eyed boy took awhile to recognize the name before realizing it was what Quatre was calling him. "Why don't you take a shower?"
The boy nodded, that would be wonderful, he couldn't remember how great it felt but he knew it would have to feel better then this.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------- "Can you do it yourself?" the helpful boy asked as he watched his friend stare at the tub.
"I-I think so."
"I'll wait out here for you, if you need anything call." He shut the door and sat down in a chair across from the door, and picked up a book. He couldn't read though, no he was too upset and scared for Duo. Footsteps pounded down the hall outside the door and Quatre turned his gaze up to the now opening door.
Heero opened it and looked at Quatre. "How is he?"
"He....he doesn't really remember any of us, he remembered he use to call me Q...and when I said your name he started to cry and said he couldn't remember."
Heero felt his heart ache, he loved Duo so much, and their relationship had just really started to develop before he had been captured. Heero looked at the floor and opened his mouth to say something when they heard a loud thump come from the bathroom.
They bolted up and over to the door opening it quickly. The skinny Duo was slowly trying to stand up again in the tub of slowly filling water, his long ragged hair falling down around his body and sticking to his sweaty hot sides. His eyes circled up to Quatre then he saw Heero and almost fell again, but Quatre and Heero ran over grabbing him by the arms.
"Duo are you-" Duo was looking up into Heero's eyes, he looked upset and his eyes moved back in forth watching those blue orbs, trying to remember trying to understand, he knew he loved this boy, but did this boy love him...and why did he love him?BR
"We'll help you Duo, don't worry." Quatre smiled and pulled a piece of Hair out of Duo's sight. Heero left shortly after, Quatre had taken him aside and told Heero that he was almost positive that Duo had been battered by the Soldiers and rapped, and that right now Duo really only remembered Quatre and that it might be easier if he just helped him out tonight.
Heero had agreed, he tried to hide it but Quatre could detect the hurt. "It'll work out Heero; we'll get our Duo back." The Japanese boy nodded and left the room. Quatre returned to the bathroom and helped Duo into the tub.
Quatre almost began to cry again when he saw how skinny and beat up Duo was. The small boy fumbled with the shampoo as he looked over Duo's wounds. He gently poured some Strawberry scented shampoo in his hand and began the task to kneading it into Duo's scalp gently.
He washed his hair out a couple times and each time dirty brown and reddish colored water rinsed out of it. Then he helped him bathe, gently and letting Duo have his space. "There done!" Quatre smiled and grabbed a large fluffy red towel and wrapped it around Duo tightly. "Okay, step out." Duo followed the command and then Quatre fetched him some Pajama's to wear. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------
"Good night Duo, if you need anything tonight, me and Trowa's room are the next one over and Heero's two doors down to the right, Wufei sleeps downstairs so you probably won't have to go ask him for help okay?"
"Bird...." Duo said blankly, "That's what they called me...but that wasn't my name was it?" Quatre took Duo in his arms once again and held him to his chest gently.
"No....no its not...your name is Duo...not Bird...Duo Maxwell." Duo nodded and hugged Quatre gently back.
"Thank you Q....I am beginning to remember you....little....by..little." The Arabic smiled and rose from Duo's bed. "Don't worry Duo....soon, you'll remember everything." ------------------To Be Continued------------------------------------------- ------------------- I hope u all like it? Please review it would mean a lot to me, I know I have a lot of stories, but thou shall not worry, they will all be completed sometime k~? And hopefully the next part of this will be out soon Well luv ya The SCANTY Fan