Language, Weird, Yaoi
Pairings: 1+2, Solo+2
Note: Well Sonny and I watched that Disney movie Newsies last night and
we both decided that 'Spot Conlon' or rather the actor that plays him,
Gabe Damon would make the cutest Solo. So I basically described him when
I described Solo. ^^ You can see pics of him here: http://stellarsoldiers.homestead.com/gabe_solo.html
Side of Death + Part Two
Heero sat on the couch in the small living room with his arms folded over
his chest. The other two pilots had returned some time ago and he had
the feeling that more had happened on their trip than anyone was telling
him. Duo had immediately fled to the room that they shared, closing the
door behind him. Quatre on the other hand was sitting on the reclining
chair, staring out the window; his face was pinched with worry.
"Do you want to tell me what happened or should I ask Duo?"
Heero asked flatly.
Quatre's eyes widened and his mouth dropped open. "W...what? Nothing
Heero's eyes narrowed and he glared at the blonde. "Do you want to
tell me what happened, or should I ask Duo?" he repeated coldly.
"Heero..." Quatre sighed heavily and rubbed his fists over his
eyes. "I promised Duo that I wouldn't say anything. It's really no
"If it's no big deal, why did he make you promise not to tell me?"
The Wing pilot asked shrewdly.
"I--" Quatre stopped and glared at him. "You know what?
I really do not appreciate the two of you putting me in the middle of
these things. You can fight entire battalions of mobile dolls and blow
up bases but you can't even get along with each other!"
Heero's eyes narrowed dangerously but Quatre didn't stop there. He was
on a roll.
"If you two hate each other so much, why do you always want
to room together anyway? Why do you always request him for your back-up
when you go on missions? I think the reason why you guys argue so much
is just a bunch of unresolved sexual tension!"
Heero eyes widened and he nearly choked. His eyes bugged out for a moment
as he stared at Quatre in shock but he quickly regained his composure
and glared harder. "Are you done?"
"Good. Now tell me what happened."
"You are really annoying, Heero. I want you to know that."
"Spit it out, Quatre."
"Duo is having some problems. I think it has something to do with
the fact that he hasn't been sleeping very well," Quatre started
"What kind of problems?" Heero demanded.
"Well - I think he may be having hallucinations. When we were in
the store I found him aiming his gun at a shelf and saying something about
a girl being there, but I saw no one."
"Is it possible that someone had been there before you approached?"
Quatre shook his head slowly and sighed. "I don't think so. When
I came up behind him ...he was speaking as if he was talking to someone
but no one was there!"
Heero narrowed his eyes again. "I see."
"Look Heero, I know what you're thinking--"
"You're thinking that if he is hallucinating he could put us all
in danger in a battle. You're thinking that he is a liability and that
he will get in the way. But before you do anything, give him time. See
if this gets better. I mean this is the first time anything like this
has happened and he is a part of this team. He is an excellent pilot and
a brilliant soldier, Heero!"
Heero frowned. "You're acting like I've condemned him already."
"Haven't you?" Quatre asked coldly.
"I am fully aware of everything you are saying Quatre, but if it
comes to it I will do what needs to be done," the Japanese teen snapped
before standing up and stalking out of the room.
Quatre slumped in his chair and closed his eyes. "Oh Trowa . . .
I wish you were here with me. I don't know how to handle this anymore
. . ."
Heero sat in the cockpit of Wing, his eyes closed as he contemplated everything.
Ever since that night three weeks ago, Duo had been acting strangely.
He had been quiet, moody, and Heero had noticed that the other pilot had
barely been eating or sleeping. Heero knew that no simple nightmare could
cause such a dramatic change in a person. There had to be more to this
than met the eye. It was obviously not a simple case of insomnia since
Duo was supposedly having hallucinations as well.
Heero's brow creased as he thought about it and he slumped in the seat.
It bothered him that something was wrong with Duo--something that he could
not fix or control. He knew his concern wasn't just because this could
endanger the mission. A large part of his concern came because he cared
for Duo. He cared for him and thought of him in ways that were supposed
to be forbidden between two men and forbidden for someone that had trained
under Doctor J.
With a soft sigh the Wing pilot opened a hidden file on his system. Once
during a mission, he and the normally cheerful pilot had been in space
awaiting orders in their Gundams. As usual Duo had been speaking to him
through their comms but after awhile he had grown strangely silent. Curious,
Heero had opened the vid connection and saw that Duo had fallen asleep.
He had been completely caught off guard at the beauty and peace that graced
the other pilot's features. He looked so young and even innocent. Instead
of cutting the connection, Heero had watched him sleep and he had even
gone so far as to save the file. Ever since that mission, he would open
the file and stare at Duo's exquisite features, wondering about things
he had no business wondering about.
Now Heero opened that same file and watched as his comrade slept peacefully
in the safety of his mobile suit. He had never fully appreciated Duo's
smiles and laughter, until now. Now, it was as though Duo was an entirely
different person; his face was gaunt and his eyes were shadowed by dark
circles. Heero sighed again and gazed at the old Duo--the Duo who made
his heart clench and his breath catch in his throat. The recorded Duo
smirked in his sleep and murmured something softly. Heero felt a small
smile form on his own lips as he eyed that smirk. It was a smirk that
was usually accompanied by some mischievous thought or idea.
Heero spent the next few hours watching his secret recording until he
drifted into a restless sleep.
Duo adjusted the drawstring of his sweatpants and eyed the black punching
bag in front of him. After his eventful trip to the market with Quatre,
he had went to his room and paced for a couple of hours. He was afraid
to fall asleep because the last thing he wanted to do was have those nightmares.
However he was too wound up to sleep anyway, too many thoughts were running
through his brain. Maybe he was going insane, the idea wasn't that bizarre.
With a sigh, Duo dropped into a fighting stance and swung at the punching
bag. It was always the same with him. He was always the one with the problem--the
one to get captured, the one to get called an idiot . . . the one to be
called a bad soldier.
Cross jab, uppercut.
Of course no one ever notices how the others fuck up too, but they always
point out when he does. Heero can gun down a shuttle of pacifists and
no one says a word, but the flighty American gets captured and Wufei holds
it against him forever.
Jab, jab, left hook, snap kick.
He had overheard Heero interrogating Quatre a little while ago and it
had pissed him off. Mad because Heero always assumed something was up
with him and pissed because Quatre could never just keep his mouth shut.
Duo wasn't fighting this war for any of them and none of them were his
superiors, so what right did they have to decide if he was a liability
or not. G thought he could handle it and he let him have control. As the
thoughts ran through his head, Duo got madder and madder; his moves becoming
Uppercut, front snap kick, rear uppercut.
And why did it have to be him to get the kooky visions and hallucinations?
Why couldn't it be one of the others? Why did the weird shit always have
to happen to him? Was it even a hallucination or was this 'Takai' real?
Why did he have to be the one who couldn't concentrate on his missions?
Why did he have to be the one with the nightmares? Duo didn't bother wiping
the sweat from his brow as it dripped down the sides of his face.
Lead jab, cross jab, uppercut, roundhouse kick.
Why did he have to be the orphan street kid from L2? Why did he have to
be looked down upon by people like Relena just because he hadn't had the
privilege to have grown up with a family and a home? Why did his best
and only friend have to die? Why did Maxwell Church have to burn down?
Why did he always get fucked?
"My. Life. SUCKS!" Duo shouted as he pummeled the bag. "EVERYONE
SUCKS!" He screamed at no one in particular. "FUCK THIS WAR!
FUCK HEERO! FUCK THAT PINK BARBIE DOLL BITCH AND FUCK . . . FUCK SHINIGAMI!"
As soon as the words left his mouth, Duo's head spun and his vision dimmed.
"What the...?" Then the ground was suddenly rushing up to meet
Duo opened his eyes and winced as a searing pain shot through his head.
With a groan he slowly sat up and glared at Takai. He wasn't surprised
to see that he was in the dreamscape from his nightmares--the large open
space with no light or color. Just black everywhere. "Quatre's right,
I am going crazy."
Takai made a 'tsk tsk' sound and rolled her eyes. "Still a nonbeliever,
Duo studiously ignored his 'hallucination' and got to his feet, still
wary of his pounding headache. "Yup, I have finally gone insane."
"I'd think you would believe in me since you go around shouting my
name in vain." She narrowed her eyes at him. "I do not take
kindly of you cursing me, boy."
"Well, I don't take kindly to going crazy either, so we're even."
She sighed softly and ran a hand through her bangs. "Duo, you're
not going crazy. I am Shinigami. It's the truth. You are one of the strongest
souls I have ever encountered and if you were going to go insane you would
have done it when Maxwell Church burnt down. The only reason I have chosen
to show myself to you, is because certain events are going to take place
very soon that will have very bad consequences and it's all up to you
to prevent them from happening."
"It's all up to me? Huh. Why do I feel like I'm in a Marvel comic
or something? 'Duo Maxwell, you are the only one who can save the world!'"
Takai smirked. "Actually, that's quite accurate."
Duo quirked an eyebrow and smirked right back. "Give me a break."
"Remember those visions I sent you, Duo? That is what will happen
if you were to die before this war ends. The outcome of the war does not
rest solely on your shoulders because the other pilots play a large part
as well, however without you . . . many things that could have been prevented
won't be and many will die."
She eyed him for a moment before speaking. "That one with Quatre
and Trowa is complicated because many other events are tied into it that
I can not tell you. I am already telling you too much. However that battle
will take place in space months from now and if you survive, you will
save them. The one with Wufei and Heero is pretty self explanatory I think.
They will be fighting alone against tremendous odds, but without you and
the others they can not win. Their Gundams will be destroyed and they
will be beaten to death by White Fang soldiers. The last vision with Earth
being destroyed is what Marquise will do if he wins the war."
"What? What's White Fang? And what about the one with Relena and
Heero?" The words were coming out of his mouth so fast that he had
to take a breath.
Another long pause accompanied by an appraising look. "After you
die, Heero will shut down every single emotion he has allowed to seep
into his heart since he came to earth. He will only think of the mission
and become something like a mindless robot. He will get an assignment
to kill Relena and instead of hesitating as he would do if you were to
survive, he will kill her."
Duo's eyes widened and his mouth opened and closed several times before
he could speak. "Why would he care if I die? I'm expendable, right?
He doesn't give a damn about me."
Takai's face was unreadable. "Don't assume you know how he thinks.
He feels more than you know."
The long-haired pilot raked a hand through his bangs nervously as he mulled
all of it over in his mind. "How can I trust this? How do I know
that this isn't all one big hallucination? How do I know you're really
Shinigami? Prove it to me somehow."
Thin purple lips turned up into a smirk. "I had a feeling you would
say that. Hmm. Don't start crying like a little girl when you see him
or I'll be really disgusted," she said mysteriously.
Duo blinked at her. "Him?"
Instead of answering, she gave another mysterious smirk and looked at
something over his shoulder. "Isn't he precious?"
"Stuff it, ya old broad," a familiar accented voice snapped.
Duo's heart stopped and he slowly turned around. "Solo . . ."
he whispered softly. One hand flew to his mouth and tears sprang to his
wide eyes as he stared at his long-dead friend.
"In tha flesh, baby," Solo said with a familiar lopsided smirk.
He was just how Duo remembered him. It was like he had stepped right out
of Duo's memories . . . They had never really been sure just how old Solo
was but now as Duo stared, he could see that he had been maybe 14 or 15
when he'd died. They were almost the same height now, but Solo was still
a couple of inches taller than Duo's 5'1. He looked exactly the same!
The same slender lanky limbs and cream colored skin. His light brown hair
was tucked behind his ears and hidden by a backwards baseball cap. He
had the same shockingly-pale, cyan-colored eyes and pert button nose.
His stance was even the same--head cocked to one side and hands on his
hips as he eyed everything cynically. Jesus, he even wore the same faded,
bedraggled jeans with the torn hems and black button down shirt with the
sleeves rolled up to his elbows.
"Solo!" Duo couldn't stop the happy cry from escaping his mouth
as he grabbed the other boy and hugged him tightly. "I've missed
you so much!"
"Oi! No need to get all mushy 'n shit, I ain't goin' nowheres for
tha time bein'," Solo said, putting up his tough guy front even though
he hugged Duo back just as tightly. They stayed like that for several
moments; just clutching each other. "I missed ya, Kid," He whispered
softly in Duo's ear.
"I'm so sorry! It's all my fault you died! I should have died! It
should have been me!" Duo babbled as he smothered his face in his
"Hey! Cut that out! Ain't none of it your fault and you know it.
If it's anyone's fault it's that broad over there. She's the one who be
takin' souls," Solo said as he jerked a thumb in Takai's direction.
She glowered at him. "I'm tired of your mouth. You should learn to
have more respect, boy," she snapped.
Solo snorted and raised his chin defiantly. "I ain't gotta respect
no one. Why dontcha go count corpses or whatever you morbid bitches do.
This is a private moment, ya know. Go on, scram!" Duo smothered his
laughter in his friend's shirt. Only Solo would curse out the God of Death
and not piss his pants in fear.
Takai sneered. "You have five minutes, boy. Use it wisely."
Then she disappeared.
"I bet she's watchin' us right now. Freakin' pedophile probly likes
you," Solo muttered as his keen eyes swept over the expanse of darkness.
Duo pulled back and chuckled. "You haven't changed at all, man."
Solo smirked again and looked Duo up and down with a leer. "You have,
Kid. You're prettier than you were when we was kids."
A surprised bark of laughter escaped Duo's mouth and he blushed furiously.
It made him shockingly happy to hear that Solo thought he was good-looking.
"We're still kids," he reminded the ghost dryly.
The blue eyed boy smirked and began sauntering around Duo; eyeing his
form. "Nah, youse a kid, I just got a kid's body. I got the mind
of a 22 year old man." He stopped circling Duo when they were face
to face. "Damn Kid, if I had lived I woulda jumped your dick, no
Solo laughed and slung an arm around Duo. "I'm proud of ya, Kid.
You done good for yaself. Gots a big ass weapon of mass destruction, got
good comrades and ya fight better than any of them old alley cat bastards
who useta mess with us. If Spotty McCoy could see ya now he'd shit himself!"
Duo felt warm inside at the praise. Solo had always been his hero, the
person he admired and looked up to. To hear these words made him practically
glow. "I wish you could come back with me," he said sadly.
Solo's smile faded and he reached out, touching the side of Duo's face.
"Me too, Kid. I miss ya more than you could ever know."
Then, before Duo could react, those soft, thin lips were pressing to his
mouth and his best friend was kissing him. Surprise ran through Duo and,
even though he had strong feelings for Heero, this felt all too right.
With a soft sigh he parted his lips and kissed Solo back. It was a sweet
kiss. Gentle and slow, each of them trying to memorize the taste of the
other because they knew they would be separated soon. Once again tears
welled in Duo's violet eyes and they spilled onto Solo's cheeks as they
When they pulled apart, they were both misty eyed and Duo was filled with
grief at the idea of losing Solo yet again. "God, why can't you come
with me?" he wailed softly.
"I wish I could, but you know I can't," the taller boy said
as he blinked back tears of his own. He gave Duo a watery smile and pulled
his hat off, raking a hand through his straight hair. "Don't forget
me, Kid. We gonna see each other again someday. And do me a fava? Think
about me sometimes when ya jerkin' off instead of always fantasizin' bout
Duo laughed through his tears and nodded. "Sure thing, Solo."
Solo sighed heavily and looked at him from under half-closed lids. "I
love ya, Kid."
"I love you too, man," Duo said honestly.
"Kick some Romefellar ass for me and listen to the old broad. She
knows what she's talkin' about," Solo said as he began to fade away.
'I love you,' Duo mouthed.
"Forever . . ." Solo whispered sadly and he allowed a look of
anguish to wash over his features right before he disappeared.
Duo slowly sank to his knees as he stared at the spot where Solo had just
been standing. A strangled sob escaped his throat and he sank to his knees
tiredly. "Okay Takai, you win. I believe," he whispered. Then,
once again, his head spun and his consciousness faded away.
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