[Gundam Wing fanfiction] Ghosts
Title: Ghosts
Prompt: Jan 20, 2009 ~ all wars are useless to the dead
Fandom: Gundam Wing
Characters/Pairings: Zechs Merquize, Chang Wufei, Treize Kushrenada, 6x5, past 13x6 and 13x5
SPOILERS: The end of the anime
Rating: PG-13
Summary: They're haunted, but they don't mind.
Posted to 31_days
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They never really talked about him much, but he was there.
When Wufei practiced his sword katas, moving faster and harder until he was gritting his teeth in anger and sweat rolled down his tense shoulders, his imaginary opponent simply smirked.
When Zechs started thinking too much, sitting at the window and just staring out at the rain until his head hurt and his fists were clenched from trying to figure out what he could have done differently, the reflection in the glass was never his own.
They both knew it, and they both ignored it on the occasional times when the name they moaned in bed was the wrong one.
He haunted them still, and always would.
They never let the others know, because none of them would understand. They would only worry, and so they kept silent. The others would say they needed to move on, to learn to let go and heal. But Wufei and Zechs knew better. They had turned to each other, after the war, and that was enough for them. Treize would linger in their hearts and minds, and they didn't mind.
After all, he had never had the chance to live in the peace he'd fought so hard for, so he might as well see it through them.
And every time they passed through the upstairs hallway, they paused to bow respectfully to the portrait on the wall, and Wufei would burn incense at the small table shrine.
And once a year, they traveled together to a graveyard on Earth.
They let Treize linger, because they would never forget.
Prompt: Jan 20, 2009 ~ all wars are useless to the dead
Fandom: Gundam Wing
Characters/Pairings: Zechs Merquize, Chang Wufei, Treize Kushrenada, 6x5, past 13x6 and 13x5
SPOILERS: The end of the anime
Rating: PG-13
Summary: They're haunted, but they don't mind.
Posted to 31_days
~*~
They never really talked about him much, but he was there.
When Wufei practiced his sword katas, moving faster and harder until he was gritting his teeth in anger and sweat rolled down his tense shoulders, his imaginary opponent simply smirked.
When Zechs started thinking too much, sitting at the window and just staring out at the rain until his head hurt and his fists were clenched from trying to figure out what he could have done differently, the reflection in the glass was never his own.
They both knew it, and they both ignored it on the occasional times when the name they moaned in bed was the wrong one.
He haunted them still, and always would.
They never let the others know, because none of them would understand. They would only worry, and so they kept silent. The others would say they needed to move on, to learn to let go and heal. But Wufei and Zechs knew better. They had turned to each other, after the war, and that was enough for them. Treize would linger in their hearts and minds, and they didn't mind.
After all, he had never had the chance to live in the peace he'd fought so hard for, so he might as well see it through them.
And every time they passed through the upstairs hallway, they paused to bow respectfully to the portrait on the wall, and Wufei would burn incense at the small table shrine.
And once a year, they traveled together to a graveyard on Earth.
They let Treize linger, because they would never forget.