Trigger #6 - Ave Maria
Title: Ave Maria
Author: Luel Exana
Fandom: Gundam Wing
Pairing: 1+2
Rating: PG-13
Genre: drama, drabble, AU
Warnings: angst, Duo pov, unbetaed, maybe or maybe not a deathfic
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing, so not mine.
Notes: One day I will write something happy that is Gundam Wing. One day...
Also, damn it ralphiere, this community is the only thing that could ever get me to write fic. XD;;
They were hiding in a god damned graveyard of all places. Heero was bleeding all over his shirt, the scent of copper thick and heavy around him, mixing with the sharp musk of decaying leaves. He was dying, and they were hiding in a cemetery.
“Kind of ironic, isn’t it buddy?” Duo breathed lightly, the laugh no more than a whisper against Heero’s sweaty hair. It wasn’t the least bit funny, but if Duo didn’t crack a joke at that moment, he’d snap from the tension. He was having a hard enough time not breaking Heero’s spine from the death-grip he had around the boy’s waist.
In the distance he could hear dogs barking, the search party looking for them. Damn it. How had they gotten into this mess? He was just stealing some food, for Christ’s sake. He wasn’t really going to shoot the store clerk. He wasn’t that much of an ass. Not to mention that the clip in his gun had been empty for some time. Bullets weren’t cheap when you couldn’t even afford food. It was only luck that had Duo stumbling over the corpse of the poor sucker who had owned the gun before him. He’d filched the gun, and the few credits the poor sob had on him, but left it at that. Duo wasn’t a criminal, he was just trying to survive. And Heero, that damn stupid bastard, had had the bad luck to make friends with him and get himself shot.
He took another shaky breath of the icy air, and braved a peek around the gravestone they were hiding behind. The police were just outside the cemetery gates, the German shepherds straining against their leashes, eager to follow Heero’s trail of blood.
“You know buddy, this would have been a lot easier if you’d had the brains not to play hero,” he murmured. “Some people just don’t know when to quit. Damned overachiever.”
Tears stung his eyes, and he leaned his head against the cold granite. His could feel his heart pounding, could feel Heero’s heart slowing in counterpoint. He stared at the granite angel standing guard above them, holding a baby in its arms; Heero lay cradled in Duo’s arms in a twisted parody of the scene above them.
“Dear God,” Duo choked out. “Please don’t let Heero die…”
He hadn’t prayed in years. He could hear the dogs getting closer.
Author: Luel Exana
Fandom: Gundam Wing
Pairing: 1+2
Rating: PG-13
Genre: drama, drabble, AU
Warnings: angst, Duo pov, unbetaed, maybe or maybe not a deathfic
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing, so not mine.
Notes: One day I will write something happy that is Gundam Wing. One day...
Also, damn it ralphiere, this community is the only thing that could ever get me to write fic. XD;;
They were hiding in a god damned graveyard of all places. Heero was bleeding all over his shirt, the scent of copper thick and heavy around him, mixing with the sharp musk of decaying leaves. He was dying, and they were hiding in a cemetery.
“Kind of ironic, isn’t it buddy?” Duo breathed lightly, the laugh no more than a whisper against Heero’s sweaty hair. It wasn’t the least bit funny, but if Duo didn’t crack a joke at that moment, he’d snap from the tension. He was having a hard enough time not breaking Heero’s spine from the death-grip he had around the boy’s waist.
In the distance he could hear dogs barking, the search party looking for them. Damn it. How had they gotten into this mess? He was just stealing some food, for Christ’s sake. He wasn’t really going to shoot the store clerk. He wasn’t that much of an ass. Not to mention that the clip in his gun had been empty for some time. Bullets weren’t cheap when you couldn’t even afford food. It was only luck that had Duo stumbling over the corpse of the poor sucker who had owned the gun before him. He’d filched the gun, and the few credits the poor sob had on him, but left it at that. Duo wasn’t a criminal, he was just trying to survive. And Heero, that damn stupid bastard, had had the bad luck to make friends with him and get himself shot.
He took another shaky breath of the icy air, and braved a peek around the gravestone they were hiding behind. The police were just outside the cemetery gates, the German shepherds straining against their leashes, eager to follow Heero’s trail of blood.
“You know buddy, this would have been a lot easier if you’d had the brains not to play hero,” he murmured. “Some people just don’t know when to quit. Damned overachiever.”
Tears stung his eyes, and he leaned his head against the cold granite. His could feel his heart pounding, could feel Heero’s heart slowing in counterpoint. He stared at the granite angel standing guard above them, holding a baby in its arms; Heero lay cradled in Duo’s arms in a twisted parody of the scene above them.
“Dear God,” Duo choked out. “Please don’t let Heero die…”
He hadn’t prayed in years. He could hear the dogs getting closer.