FanFiction : Survivalism
FanFiction : Survivalism
Title: Survivalism
Author: SuccumbDefeat
Warnings: Violence
Rating: T
Pairing: 2x1, 2x3
Part: 2
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing is not mine.
Summary: Heero is a photojournalist, trying to document the tensions between the World Government and an armed rebellion, known as Ragnarok. Yet he becomes ensnared in the conflict after meeting one man. AU.
“New idea, we’re going win the hearts and minds of the citizens.” Duo announced self-assured as he dropped the heavy newspaper, jarring the table where Trowa and Hilde were sitting. They both eyed Duo skeptically. Hilde grabbed the paper, scanning the front page. A large image portrayed riot-geared police banishing assault rifles, facing a mob of protestors in a haze of tear-gas. The bold and capitalized headline read: “Police Protect Citizens from Rebels.” Hilde tossed the paper aside, awaiting the leader of Ragnarok to explain.
“I met the guy who took those photos. I want to meet up with him again, and show him the slums.” Duo mentioned causally.
“Why? With a headline like that it’s useless.” Hilde criticized, her tone hinting at dejection.
“To show people all the bullshit of the government, how they fucking oppress those who aren’t citizens. We need to show their lives, the reason why we are fighting. Seeing how they are forced to live could make people understand. It’s harder to lie with pictures.” Duo defended firmly, his conviction steadfast.
“But not impossible.” Trowa interjected soberly, his facial features asserting challenge. Duo crossed his arms, and scoffed. Trowa proceeded undaunted, “Besides, how could we trust him?”
“He’s a kid. I can handle him.” Duo affirmed sincerely, his gaze falling to his feet for a moment. Trowa’s brow lifted subtly as he studied Duo.
“Oh.” Trowa stated flatly. He knew Duo all too well; being lovers for seven years gave him a keen insight. He could detect the subtext, the faint intrigue Duo felt for this young photographer. Duo idly glanced elsewhere from Trowa’s scrutiny, feeling the burden of judgment under his stare. They had spent their twenties together, living with each other. For awhile Duo could not imagine himself with anyone else. However, their relationship ended two years ago, efforts for the rebellion had siphoned away their affection. Love seemed trivial when your freedom was taken. Violence had jaded them. Though when Duo excessively drank, he would slink to Trowa’s apartment in the middle of the night, searching for sex. He was never denied.
“It couldn’t hurt.” Duo concluded before he nonchalantly exited Ragnarok headquarters, a dilapidated basement of a dive bar on the outskirts of the city.
Heero entered his apartment; it was cold and sparsely furnished, looking as if no one resided there. The orange glow from the street lights crept between the blinds, sweeping the shadows back. Flicking on the light, he indifferently approached the blinking red light on his answering machine. Removing his wallet and keys from his pockets, he listened aloofly to the robotic voice announcing he had one unheard message.
“It’s your sister. I just wanted to congratulate you on the getting the front page. I’m proud of you. When my schedule clears up, let’s get dinner to celebrate. Okay, bye, I love you.” The recorded message filled the austere apartment with the voice of Relena, his older step-sister. She was a pediatrician, causing his step-father to hold her in utmost esteem, stealing any hope of Heero to earn approval. Heero was not afflicted with the matter, his mother and Relena had always been fiercely supportive and loving for his twenty years of life.
Sequestered in his apartment, he sat his desk, idly mulling over the brutal images he had captured and presented to the public domain. His body ached, bruises colored his skin in too many places. Languidly Heero swept a hand through his hair, a faint sigh escaping his lips as he reclined into the chair. He felt accomplished, but considered the congratulations to be inappropriate. Being praised for documenting grievous inhumanity immensely saddened Heero
The phone shrilled, suddenly destroying the silence. Heero slowly lidded his eyes and decided to let the phone ring. Countless rings sounded before he heard his answering message dully announce, “Heero Yuy. Leave a message.” The speaker buzzed, indicting a large amount of background noise, before a familiar voice spoke.
“Hey buddy. It’s your pal Duo. --” Heero intently regarded the phone, and proceeded to pick up the receiver.
“How did you get my number?” He asked bluntly.
“Took some effort, I had to lay on the charm on a receptionist at that newspaper of yours. I really don’t care for its articles. I’m more interested in your photos.” Duo kindly explained with natural ease.
“Okay.” He replied, pausing before inquiring concisely, “What do you want?”
“Listen, I want to take you somewhere where I put you and your camera to work. You game tomorrow?” The older man’s voice subtly laced with his enthusiasm.
“I’m in.” Heero spoke resolute without considering any consequence. After agreeing upon a time, Heero divulged his address.
“See you later, pal.” Duo said through a smile and then the call was disconnected. Heero slowly placed the receiver back upon its cradle. Fascination was ignited, gradually uncoiling in Heero’s mind.
In the dead of night, the noise from the street traffic had subsided. Heero lay in bed, unable to be swayed by sleep. Heero’s gaze was focused on the ceiling. His thoughts would not quiet; rather they whispered to him in the dark, musing about the man who helped him, potentially saving his life. Three people died in that fray, allegedly all had antagonized the police through violence. He did not know what to believe, except that he escaped only mildly scathed and was able to complete his task. Aggravated by his inability to fall asleep, he rolled on his side, pulling the sheets with his body, and closed his eyes. Blackness turned to the gray haze, he envisioned Duo urging him forward, running, the grip of their hands tight. Abruptly Duo stopped, pivoting to face Heero, smiling sadly. They stood staring at one another, alone in the grey fog. Heero took hesitant steps forward, standing before the older and taller man. Hastily Duo was alerted, gaping past Heero. Heero turned, witnessing soldiers of the World Government charging at them, raising their assault rifles. The rapid crack of gunfire jolted him awake, his skin sweaty and the bedding tangled around his body. Glancing to the alarm clock, the time of 4:29 a.m. glowed.
Title: Survivalism
Author: SuccumbDefeat
Warnings: Violence
Rating: T
Pairing: 2x1, 2x3
Part: 2
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing is not mine.
Summary: Heero is a photojournalist, trying to document the tensions between the World Government and an armed rebellion, known as Ragnarok. Yet he becomes ensnared in the conflict after meeting one man. AU.
“New idea, we’re going win the hearts and minds of the citizens.” Duo announced self-assured as he dropped the heavy newspaper, jarring the table where Trowa and Hilde were sitting. They both eyed Duo skeptically. Hilde grabbed the paper, scanning the front page. A large image portrayed riot-geared police banishing assault rifles, facing a mob of protestors in a haze of tear-gas. The bold and capitalized headline read: “Police Protect Citizens from Rebels.” Hilde tossed the paper aside, awaiting the leader of Ragnarok to explain.
“I met the guy who took those photos. I want to meet up with him again, and show him the slums.” Duo mentioned causally.
“Why? With a headline like that it’s useless.” Hilde criticized, her tone hinting at dejection.
“To show people all the bullshit of the government, how they fucking oppress those who aren’t citizens. We need to show their lives, the reason why we are fighting. Seeing how they are forced to live could make people understand. It’s harder to lie with pictures.” Duo defended firmly, his conviction steadfast.
“But not impossible.” Trowa interjected soberly, his facial features asserting challenge. Duo crossed his arms, and scoffed. Trowa proceeded undaunted, “Besides, how could we trust him?”
“He’s a kid. I can handle him.” Duo affirmed sincerely, his gaze falling to his feet for a moment. Trowa’s brow lifted subtly as he studied Duo.
“Oh.” Trowa stated flatly. He knew Duo all too well; being lovers for seven years gave him a keen insight. He could detect the subtext, the faint intrigue Duo felt for this young photographer. Duo idly glanced elsewhere from Trowa’s scrutiny, feeling the burden of judgment under his stare. They had spent their twenties together, living with each other. For awhile Duo could not imagine himself with anyone else. However, their relationship ended two years ago, efforts for the rebellion had siphoned away their affection. Love seemed trivial when your freedom was taken. Violence had jaded them. Though when Duo excessively drank, he would slink to Trowa’s apartment in the middle of the night, searching for sex. He was never denied.
“It couldn’t hurt.” Duo concluded before he nonchalantly exited Ragnarok headquarters, a dilapidated basement of a dive bar on the outskirts of the city.
Heero entered his apartment; it was cold and sparsely furnished, looking as if no one resided there. The orange glow from the street lights crept between the blinds, sweeping the shadows back. Flicking on the light, he indifferently approached the blinking red light on his answering machine. Removing his wallet and keys from his pockets, he listened aloofly to the robotic voice announcing he had one unheard message.
“It’s your sister. I just wanted to congratulate you on the getting the front page. I’m proud of you. When my schedule clears up, let’s get dinner to celebrate. Okay, bye, I love you.” The recorded message filled the austere apartment with the voice of Relena, his older step-sister. She was a pediatrician, causing his step-father to hold her in utmost esteem, stealing any hope of Heero to earn approval. Heero was not afflicted with the matter, his mother and Relena had always been fiercely supportive and loving for his twenty years of life.
Sequestered in his apartment, he sat his desk, idly mulling over the brutal images he had captured and presented to the public domain. His body ached, bruises colored his skin in too many places. Languidly Heero swept a hand through his hair, a faint sigh escaping his lips as he reclined into the chair. He felt accomplished, but considered the congratulations to be inappropriate. Being praised for documenting grievous inhumanity immensely saddened Heero
The phone shrilled, suddenly destroying the silence. Heero slowly lidded his eyes and decided to let the phone ring. Countless rings sounded before he heard his answering message dully announce, “Heero Yuy. Leave a message.” The speaker buzzed, indicting a large amount of background noise, before a familiar voice spoke.
“Hey buddy. It’s your pal Duo. --” Heero intently regarded the phone, and proceeded to pick up the receiver.
“How did you get my number?” He asked bluntly.
“Took some effort, I had to lay on the charm on a receptionist at that newspaper of yours. I really don’t care for its articles. I’m more interested in your photos.” Duo kindly explained with natural ease.
“Okay.” He replied, pausing before inquiring concisely, “What do you want?”
“Listen, I want to take you somewhere where I put you and your camera to work. You game tomorrow?” The older man’s voice subtly laced with his enthusiasm.
“I’m in.” Heero spoke resolute without considering any consequence. After agreeing upon a time, Heero divulged his address.
“See you later, pal.” Duo said through a smile and then the call was disconnected. Heero slowly placed the receiver back upon its cradle. Fascination was ignited, gradually uncoiling in Heero’s mind.
In the dead of night, the noise from the street traffic had subsided. Heero lay in bed, unable to be swayed by sleep. Heero’s gaze was focused on the ceiling. His thoughts would not quiet; rather they whispered to him in the dark, musing about the man who helped him, potentially saving his life. Three people died in that fray, allegedly all had antagonized the police through violence. He did not know what to believe, except that he escaped only mildly scathed and was able to complete his task. Aggravated by his inability to fall asleep, he rolled on his side, pulling the sheets with his body, and closed his eyes. Blackness turned to the gray haze, he envisioned Duo urging him forward, running, the grip of their hands tight. Abruptly Duo stopped, pivoting to face Heero, smiling sadly. They stood staring at one another, alone in the grey fog. Heero took hesitant steps forward, standing before the older and taller man. Hastily Duo was alerted, gaping past Heero. Heero turned, witnessing soldiers of the World Government charging at them, raising their assault rifles. The rapid crack of gunfire jolted him awake, his skin sweaty and the bedding tangled around his body. Glancing to the alarm clock, the time of 4:29 a.m. glowed.