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Easier to Run	By : kainogenesis Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1515 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing/AC, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Easier to Run
- 2-Chapter Two - Homecoming
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*Author�s Notes: This fic begins after the war. I have taken great
liberties with the timeline (in this fic, Endless Waltz never happened), so
don�t be surprised. This is a work in progress. I have the entire fic outlined
(it�s been floating around in my head for months now), but I am posting it as I
write it, so any suggestions/critiques/complaints/encouragement are greatly
appreciated.

This fic was inspired by the song Easier to Run, by Linkin Park.

*Warnings: Yaoi. This means boys who love boys. If this makes you feel
like a rabid hate-monger who wants to flame me for being a twisted heathen,
please save both of us the trouble, and don�t read this fic. Also
contains angst, Duo-sufferitis, language, etc.

You have been warned.

*Disclaimers: I don�t own Gundam Wing, the Gundam Wing characters, or a
beach house in Jamaica. Don�t sue me.

**********

Chapter 1

I hit the floor beside the bed with a sickening thud, my
ears filled with the ragged sound of my own breathing, coming in sobbing pants.
I struggled for a moment before realizing that my legs were not tied down, just
tangled impossibly in the sheets. I raised a trembling hand to wipe my
sweat-soaked bangs out of my face and tried to get my bearings. Tried to
convince myself that the hands I could still feel on my skin were only in my
imagination.

A quiet voice calling my name made me flinch before I
realized it was just Hilde. She was standing in my bedroom doorway, looking at
me with concern, and, I�m ashamed to admit, a little fear. She didn�t come any
closer. I appreciated that--I was too shaky to deal with the proximity of
another person. The last time she�d tried to awaken me from a nightmare, she
made the mistake of touching me. You never touch a sleeping soldier. Never. I
had nearly strangled to dto death before I came fully awake.

�Are you alright?�

I felt myself blush. I didn�t particularly like for anyone
to see me like this. �I�m fine, Hilde. Soldiers have nightmares. Go back to
sleep.� I tried to smile, to soften the harshness in my voice, but I�m sure it
came out looking more than a little sickly. I couldn�t help it, and she didn�t
comment, so I let it drop. I pulled myself up off the floor and adjusted the
sheet around me. I had on boxer shorts, but I didn�t want anyone looking at me
right now. I still felt too raw, too exposed, from the nightmare. I wouldn�t
meet Hilde�s eyes, hoping she would swallow her curiosity, as she usually did,
and just leave me alone.

Thankfully, she did. After nodding to me once, she turned
and left. I breathed a sigh of relief, and stumbled to the bathroom to splash
some cold water on my face. There was no way in hell I could go back to sleep.
Even if I had felt sleepy, I wouldn�t have chanced it. The nightmare was
just...too much to take twice in one night.

Yes, *the* nightmare. Just one, and it had nothing to do
with the war, despite what I might have told Hilde about soldiers. It was more
memory than nightmare, but I shied away from acknowledging that fact. Nothing
like a little self-denial. I cursed to myself as I turned on the water in the
sink, leaning over it to stare at my haggard reflection in the mirror on the
wall above it. I thought I had gotten rid of the nightmare; thought that I had
nearly worked it out of my system with my painting, and I had, somewhat. Until
I recieved the first of many calls from an...admirer?...stalker?...monster from
my nightmares?...a few weeks ago. I shuddered violently, remembering.

�Duo, have you missed me?� A deep voice, a husky laugh,
both sounding muted and mysterious on the phone. There was no vid feed, and the
caller remained faceless. �Why didn�t you tell me you were back on L2? My
little Duo. My little whore...� I could hear the laughter for hours after
slamming the phone down.

I looked down in some surprise at my bloody fist, and the
pieces of broken glass litterring the sink. Well, look at that. I caught myself
before I could giggle. Apparently I wasn�t currently in the mood to look in the
mirror. I left the glass in the sink, carefully picking my way out of the
bathroom. My options welearlear--I couldn�t remain here, in this house or on
L2, any longer. Hilde didn�t need to deal with this shit, and I didn�t need the
constant reminders of my past. The problem was I didn�t have anywhere else to
go, and only one person I felt I could call. I thought again of the messages
and calls I rec recieved, and quickly made a decision. Not bothering to
calculate the time on earth, I picked up the phone and dialed. In a moment, Trowa�s
face was looking at me in surprise from the vidscreen. I grimaced, having
nearly forgotten about him in my agitation.

�Err...hey, Tro. Quatre around?�

He hesitated, staring at me hard, before answering. �Hold
on a minute, Duo.�

Quatre�s face was filling the screen so quickly, I
realized he had been close by. �Duo! I�m so glad you called! How are you?�

text-autospace:none'>He seemed to consider me for a moment. �Duo, you look like
shit,� he said finally, surprising a laugh out of me. �What�s wrong?�

I gave him a Maxwell grin, glad that I had called him.
�Long, boring story,� I said. �Look, Quat. I�m moving to earth, but I need
someplace to stay while I find a place of my own. Would you...�

He cut me off. �Of course, Duo! You know you�re always
welcome here,� he said, practically beaming.<
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I was grateful for his instant iatioation, and felt a tightening
in my throat. �Thanks, man. It�ll only be for a little while, I promise.�

He shook a finger at me. �You stay as long as you like,
Duo, and we�ll be glad to have you. I�m just glad you�re finally moving closer
to the rest of us.�

text-autospace:none'>I stiffened at the thought of �the rest of us�. �Look,
Quat, about that...don�t tell Heero, okay? And don�t tell Wufei, either.� I
knew Wufei would never keep a secret from Heero. They were partners, after all.

�Duo,� Quatre begath ath a sigh, but I didn�t want to hear
it.

�No, Quatre. If you can�t promise, I�ll stay somewhere
else. I mean it.�

He pouted for a moment, but I wouldn�t budge, and he knew
it. �Fine,� he said. �I promise--but you have to tell me what�s wrong when you
get here.�

�Fine.� We spent the next few minutes hashing out details,
and I hung up with the assurances that Quatre would take care of all travel
arrangements, having the pertinent information to me first thing in the
morning, my time. I thanked him and hung up the phone, finally beginning to feel
as if my life might come back together.

At least, as long as I could manage to avoid Heero, but
I�d cross that bridge when I came to it. I turned on my bedroom light, and
began to pack. I didn�t know exactly when I�d be going, but I knew if it could
be arranged in a day, then Quatre was the one to do it. That guy could pull
more strings than anyone I knew. Besides, it�s not like I had a lot, anyway.
Just my clothes, some cds, and a few personal items. The bulk of the packing
would be for my paintings and supplies.

I made a mental note to myself to send a forwarding
address to the gallery manager on L2. My work had seen some small success
there, and I didn�t see the need to cut off ties with him. I wasn�t too worried
about it, though. The move would actually simplify things, as the agent Quatre
had found for me had his offices on earth, anyway. Being closer would enable me
to keep interaction with the public to a bare minimum, a definite selling
point.

After all, it was my interaction with the public that got
the stalker�s attention in the first place. At least, I hoped that was what got
his attention. I was afraid, though, that it had been inevitable.

I thought I knew him, you see. He had haunted my nightmares
for nearly ten years, and continued to do so. How could I forget him? He was
the first man I had ever killed. Those types of things stick with you.

That�s why I was on L2 in the first place. I had been
running from Heero.

...to be continued...
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