Fic: Gundam Wing; At the End of the Street; G
Title: At the End of the Street
Fandom: Gundam Wing
Rating: G
Word Count: 814
Warnings: Angst, maybe Death!fic
Pairing/Characters: Heero Yuy, Duo Maxwell, hints of 1x2, OC POV
Spoilers: n/a
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing isn't mine... sadly.
Author's Note: From a prompt by keotorin - Gundam Wing, Heero x author's choice, old soldiers never die, they simply fade away - at comment_fic.
Summary: future!fic. There's a strange man who lives in the house at the end of the street. The children are scared of him.
He lives at the end of the street and comes out ever morning at exactly 7.30 for his morning jog, though he looks like he should have given that up years ago. His hair is white and his skin is wrinkled but his eyes are a clear, brilliant blue.
The older boys say he’s a monster, the bogey man who’ll eat you up if you get to close. The younger kids hide behind their parents’ legs, to the adults’ embarrassment.
Mickey, down the street, once rang his doorbell then ran away. The look on the man’s face was almost eager, when he came out, and when he saw no one there, he crumpled in on himself that little bit further.
Then one day, the worst thing ever happens. They’re playing on the street and Jon’s decided to take his new football out even though his mother said that he should wait, but he never listens.
Then Ras (short for something even he can’t pronounce) kicks the ball too high and up it goes over the wall. That wouldn’t de so bad except it’s his wall.
Ras runs away as soon as he sees what he did, so there’s no sending him to go get it. It turns into a game of baggsy and Tom’s just that little bit too slow.
The others huddle in a group across the street as he makes his way to the green door.
He knocks; once, twice, on the door, pulling his hand back as quickly as he can when he’s done. Then he waits. There are muffled footsteps and a shadowy figure comes into view. He almost bolts right then, except the other boys are watching, and there’s no way he’s going to be chicken. He’s already the smallest, if he doesn’t do this then they’ll never let him play with them.
The door swings open and it takes the man a moment to work out that his visitor is a lot shorter than he expects.
“Hello,” the man says, as though he hasn’t said hello in a long time.
“Hellomisterpleasecanwehaveourballbackplease?” he whispers. Despite the volume, the man seems to hear him clearly, which is odd, because Tom’s grandma, who’s at least as old as the bogey man, can never hear anything he says even when he yells really loudly.
“We?” he asks, curiously, before looking up and seeing the others. The giggling stops immediately. “Oh, I see…” he steps aside. “Come through.”
This is it, Tom’s sure he’ll be eaten. But if he isn’t, if he makes it out, then he’ll have been inside the bogey man’s house. That should have the other kids in awe for days.
He hurries in. The man, Mr Yuy, he says after Tom stammers ‘Mister’ a few times, leads him through to the back garden and as soon as he’s there Tom runs over to claim his prize and clutches it tightly before him like a shield.
“Would you like…” Mr Yuy says, and he doesn’t sound very evil to Tom, but his mother’s always telling him that evil people never look evil. Mr Yuy just sounds tired, very tired, like when his Dad comes back from a long day and puts his feet up while his mother clucks her tongue. “I’m sorry, I’m not really used to children.”
Tom’s about to say that that doesn’t make much sense if Mr Yuy eats them, when a picture on the wall distracts him - a man with long hair, longer than Tom’s sister Janey’s hair, which is long enough to sit on if she tilts her head back.
“Why does he have long hair?” he asks, holding the ball tighter as soon as the words leave his mouth. Mr Yuy stops, dead still, in the middle of the hallway and Tom’s certain as certain can be that he’s going to be gobbled up.
“He never really told me…” Mr Yuy says though, sighing heavily. “And I never thought to ask.”
“Who is he?” Tom asks, feeling brave all of a sudden.
“A… friend of mine, from long ago.”
“Do you miss him?”
“Yes.”
They are at the door, but Tom can’t help thinking about the man in the picture with the long hair and the huge smile. He has never seen Mr Yuy smile like that.
“I’m sorry,” he says holding out his hand like his Dad had shown him. Mr Yuy opens the door before taking his hand, so that they shake solemnly in front of all the kids outside - a larger group than before.
Then Tom hares off down the garden path, the ball still firmly in his hands and he feels strange, like when he overhears his parents talking about things he doesn’t understand.
The sun is still high in the sky, they have their football back and Tom is the hero of the hour, so he ignores it.
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Fandom: Gundam Wing
Rating: G
Word Count: 814
Warnings: Angst, maybe Death!fic
Pairing/Characters: Heero Yuy, Duo Maxwell, hints of 1x2, OC POV
Spoilers: n/a
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing isn't mine... sadly.
Author's Note: From a prompt by keotorin - Gundam Wing, Heero x author's choice, old soldiers never die, they simply fade away - at comment_fic.
Summary: future!fic. There's a strange man who lives in the house at the end of the street. The children are scared of him.
He lives at the end of the street and comes out ever morning at exactly 7.30 for his morning jog, though he looks like he should have given that up years ago. His hair is white and his skin is wrinkled but his eyes are a clear, brilliant blue.
The older boys say he’s a monster, the bogey man who’ll eat you up if you get to close. The younger kids hide behind their parents’ legs, to the adults’ embarrassment.
Mickey, down the street, once rang his doorbell then ran away. The look on the man’s face was almost eager, when he came out, and when he saw no one there, he crumpled in on himself that little bit further.
Then one day, the worst thing ever happens. They’re playing on the street and Jon’s decided to take his new football out even though his mother said that he should wait, but he never listens.
Then Ras (short for something even he can’t pronounce) kicks the ball too high and up it goes over the wall. That wouldn’t de so bad except it’s his wall.
Ras runs away as soon as he sees what he did, so there’s no sending him to go get it. It turns into a game of baggsy and Tom’s just that little bit too slow.
The others huddle in a group across the street as he makes his way to the green door.
He knocks; once, twice, on the door, pulling his hand back as quickly as he can when he’s done. Then he waits. There are muffled footsteps and a shadowy figure comes into view. He almost bolts right then, except the other boys are watching, and there’s no way he’s going to be chicken. He’s already the smallest, if he doesn’t do this then they’ll never let him play with them.
The door swings open and it takes the man a moment to work out that his visitor is a lot shorter than he expects.
“Hello,” the man says, as though he hasn’t said hello in a long time.
“Hellomisterpleasecanwehaveourballbackplease?” he whispers. Despite the volume, the man seems to hear him clearly, which is odd, because Tom’s grandma, who’s at least as old as the bogey man, can never hear anything he says even when he yells really loudly.
“We?” he asks, curiously, before looking up and seeing the others. The giggling stops immediately. “Oh, I see…” he steps aside. “Come through.”
This is it, Tom’s sure he’ll be eaten. But if he isn’t, if he makes it out, then he’ll have been inside the bogey man’s house. That should have the other kids in awe for days.
He hurries in. The man, Mr Yuy, he says after Tom stammers ‘Mister’ a few times, leads him through to the back garden and as soon as he’s there Tom runs over to claim his prize and clutches it tightly before him like a shield.
“Would you like…” Mr Yuy says, and he doesn’t sound very evil to Tom, but his mother’s always telling him that evil people never look evil. Mr Yuy just sounds tired, very tired, like when his Dad comes back from a long day and puts his feet up while his mother clucks her tongue. “I’m sorry, I’m not really used to children.”
Tom’s about to say that that doesn’t make much sense if Mr Yuy eats them, when a picture on the wall distracts him - a man with long hair, longer than Tom’s sister Janey’s hair, which is long enough to sit on if she tilts her head back.
“Why does he have long hair?” he asks, holding the ball tighter as soon as the words leave his mouth. Mr Yuy stops, dead still, in the middle of the hallway and Tom’s certain as certain can be that he’s going to be gobbled up.
“He never really told me…” Mr Yuy says though, sighing heavily. “And I never thought to ask.”
“Who is he?” Tom asks, feeling brave all of a sudden.
“A… friend of mine, from long ago.”
“Do you miss him?”
“Yes.”
They are at the door, but Tom can’t help thinking about the man in the picture with the long hair and the huge smile. He has never seen Mr Yuy smile like that.
“I’m sorry,” he says holding out his hand like his Dad had shown him. Mr Yuy opens the door before taking his hand, so that they shake solemnly in front of all the kids outside - a larger group than before.
Then Tom hares off down the garden path, the ball still firmly in his hands and he feels strange, like when he overhears his parents talking about things he doesn’t understand.
The sun is still high in the sky, they have their football back and Tom is the hero of the hour, so he ignores it.
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