My first Gundam Wing story!! *jumps for joy* I really hope it's good! Enjoy!
(and if anyone can come up with a better title than I have, please inform me, cause I made this one up on the spot so I could post the first chapter and see if I should start writing more…thanks!!)
Disclaimer: I do not own anything that has to do with the anime Gundam Wing so please don't sue me!
Background: It's after the war (considering I didn't see the last half of the series, I kinda had to put it this way) but it's not that much afterward so they are still around 15 or 16 in age. Like I said, I didn't really see but half the series so I'm sorry if I mess up some important info. If I make a mistake, please feel free to correct me in a review or e-mail me. ( [email protected] ) Ok, on with the story!
Visiting Hours
Chapter One
Duo's POV
I was devastated when it happened.
My best friend, Kurt, had just died trying to stop a gang from raping some girl he had never seen before in his short life. That's how caring he was when it came to others; reminded me a lot of Quatre.
Maybe that's why I called him and not one of the other pilots. We had become closer during the war and I knew would show emotion for me unlike the "perfect soldier."
So there I stood outside of his mansion. Dark clouds hung over but no rain fell fitting my mood perfectly. I heard the doorbell echo through the giant house and the light footsteps making their way toward the door. I noticed Quatre had grown thin as he opened his door to me. Seeing the sadness in his is aqua colored eyes, I couldn't stand anymore. I dropped my bag of clothing to the ground as my knees gave way beneath me. I fell into Quatre's unsuspecting arms and felt him flinch at the sudden weight on his weak arms. He recovered before falling over himself and held me close as I wept all over him. He grabbed my bag from the ground and closed the door behind us.
I had been expecting for one of his many butlers to help him but saw no one anywhere.
With one of his arms around my waist and my arm hanging loosely around his shoulder, we slowly made our way to a sitting room. He led me to an armchair in the middle of the room and sat my bag on a table next to me before sitting in his own seat not too far away.
I knew he was waiting for me to speak as we sat in silence but I just couldn't, not yet. I needed some time to sort my words and compose myself. As if sensing my needs, Quatre rose and walked towards the kitchen asking if I wanted anything to eat or drink. I asked for a glass of water and he was off. Slowly, I closed my teary eyes and took a few deep breathes. Quatre set the glass next to my bag and I thanked him before taking a big gulp and turning to him.
His blue-green eyes were full of worry as he gazed at me; reminding me sadly of Kurt. That's when the tears came again. I sobbed into my palms for a while before calming and drawing in some shaky breathes. I blinked and before I knew it I was telling my story of me and Kurt. How we met, how we had become friends, how the war had affected us, and how he died with so much more in between it all. Tears streamed down my cheeks in rivers the entire time and didn't stop even when I was done.
I held my head in my hands so I could see the floor through my parted fingers but still hide my wet tears. I heard as Quatre stood and began walking towards me until I could see his feet through my fingers. It seemed that as soon as he has begun walking, he stopped; nearly two feet away from me. I blinked as I saw Quatre's knees begin to tremble and again as his feet gave way beneath him. My eyes grew wide and I rushed to help him. His eyes, red from crying for my loss, were open too wide as he looked in fear to his far right.
I had no time to follow his eyes as I stood on my knees in front of him and caught him as he fell into me. I looked down at his face and noticed the dark rings under his eyes. His hand clutched my shirt for the moment as I gazed at his slender neck. His faint and strained voice caught my attention.
"D…Duo," I looked back to his face in horror. "Duo, get…out of…here…now!"
His voice grew before his eyes rolled back and he went limp in my arms. I lay his body down and again observed his neck to find the paralyzing dart stuck in the side. I gently ripped it out to look closely but had no time to react as through the windows five men crashed into the room and surrounded us.
How was it??? I'll take any praise or criticism you may have. I have the second chapter already written and I'm working on the third but I wanted to see if I got any feedback on this chapter before I started to write something that no one is going to read. Please review and thanks a lot for the time you took (or wasted L) in reading my story! Don't forget about any corrections or suggestions for the title or anything like that! Thanks again!
(and if anyone can come up with a better title than I have, please inform me, cause I made this one up on the spot so I could post the first chapter and see if I should start writing more…thanks!!)
Disclaimer: I do not own anything that has to do with the anime Gundam Wing so please don't sue me!
Background: It's after the war (considering I didn't see the last half of the series, I kinda had to put it this way) but it's not that much afterward so they are still around 15 or 16 in age. Like I said, I didn't really see but half the series so I'm sorry if I mess up some important info. If I make a mistake, please feel free to correct me in a review or e-mail me. ( [email protected] ) Ok, on with the story!
Visiting Hours
Chapter One
Duo's POV
I was devastated when it happened.
My best friend, Kurt, had just died trying to stop a gang from raping some girl he had never seen before in his short life. That's how caring he was when it came to others; reminded me a lot of Quatre.
Maybe that's why I called him and not one of the other pilots. We had become closer during the war and I knew would show emotion for me unlike the "perfect soldier."
So there I stood outside of his mansion. Dark clouds hung over but no rain fell fitting my mood perfectly. I heard the doorbell echo through the giant house and the light footsteps making their way toward the door. I noticed Quatre had grown thin as he opened his door to me. Seeing the sadness in his is aqua colored eyes, I couldn't stand anymore. I dropped my bag of clothing to the ground as my knees gave way beneath me. I fell into Quatre's unsuspecting arms and felt him flinch at the sudden weight on his weak arms. He recovered before falling over himself and held me close as I wept all over him. He grabbed my bag from the ground and closed the door behind us.
I had been expecting for one of his many butlers to help him but saw no one anywhere.
With one of his arms around my waist and my arm hanging loosely around his shoulder, we slowly made our way to a sitting room. He led me to an armchair in the middle of the room and sat my bag on a table next to me before sitting in his own seat not too far away.
I knew he was waiting for me to speak as we sat in silence but I just couldn't, not yet. I needed some time to sort my words and compose myself. As if sensing my needs, Quatre rose and walked towards the kitchen asking if I wanted anything to eat or drink. I asked for a glass of water and he was off. Slowly, I closed my teary eyes and took a few deep breathes. Quatre set the glass next to my bag and I thanked him before taking a big gulp and turning to him.
His blue-green eyes were full of worry as he gazed at me; reminding me sadly of Kurt. That's when the tears came again. I sobbed into my palms for a while before calming and drawing in some shaky breathes. I blinked and before I knew it I was telling my story of me and Kurt. How we met, how we had become friends, how the war had affected us, and how he died with so much more in between it all. Tears streamed down my cheeks in rivers the entire time and didn't stop even when I was done.
I held my head in my hands so I could see the floor through my parted fingers but still hide my wet tears. I heard as Quatre stood and began walking towards me until I could see his feet through my fingers. It seemed that as soon as he has begun walking, he stopped; nearly two feet away from me. I blinked as I saw Quatre's knees begin to tremble and again as his feet gave way beneath him. My eyes grew wide and I rushed to help him. His eyes, red from crying for my loss, were open too wide as he looked in fear to his far right.
I had no time to follow his eyes as I stood on my knees in front of him and caught him as he fell into me. I looked down at his face and noticed the dark rings under his eyes. His hand clutched my shirt for the moment as I gazed at his slender neck. His faint and strained voice caught my attention.
"D…Duo," I looked back to his face in horror. "Duo, get…out of…here…now!"
His voice grew before his eyes rolled back and he went limp in my arms. I lay his body down and again observed his neck to find the paralyzing dart stuck in the side. I gently ripped it out to look closely but had no time to react as through the windows five men crashed into the room and surrounded us.
How was it??? I'll take any praise or criticism you may have. I have the second chapter already written and I'm working on the third but I wanted to see if I got any feedback on this chapter before I started to write something that no one is going to read. Please review and thanks a lot for the time you took (or wasted L) in reading my story! Don't forget about any corrections or suggestions for the title or anything like that! Thanks again!