Pull the Trigger and the Nightmare Stops�
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Gundam Wing/AC › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
35
Views:
7,119
Reviews:
60
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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Part 28
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the Gundam boys or their world, I just like to imagine them in my own little world (which is totally of my making). No profits (as in no money made by me) are made from this story, just gratuitous pleasure.
Summary: They were thrust together at the age of 14, members of an assassins guild, then rudely ripped apart at the age of 21. Now, three years later, Duo walks back into Heero's life. The rollercoaster ride has just begun as they must learn to live together once more and to love each other again. Life isn’t always easy, living with Duo, and Heero has to fight hard to remember that.
Rating: NC-17
Warning Codes: Anal,Angst,AR,H/C,Lang,M/M,OC,Oral,Violence,WAFF,WIP,Yaoi
Pairings: 1x2
A/N: Sorry this has been so long in coming. I haven’t really been feeling motivated to put anything up for some time. Just so you know, I will not leave this story unfinished, I just need to get back into writing it. I am really happy that there are still people who want to read it, and I will try to get the plot bunnies to come back from where ever they have gotten off to so that I can get back in to putting a decent ending to this story. Thanks once again for sticking with me.
Feedback is appreciated. I enjoy hearing from all of my readers. That you take the time to read is great, that you take the time to write is awesome. You are what makes writing worth while. I hope that you enjoy reading it and I look forward to your comments, so please review, it makes me so happy.
My sincere thanks to the following:
Anonymous: Thanks for taking the time to send me some inspiration. I appreciate it very much.
~*~
Pull the Trigger and the Nightmare Stops…
“dear my friends in the time we've spent forever after beyond this when will our nightmare ever end?
pull the trigger and the nightmare stops...”
Part 28
The lights were hot, shining brightly in his face, effectively hiding the crowd from his gaze, but he could hear them, the loud raucous noise beating in his ears in time to the music. His heart pulsed with the beat of the drums and the low cries of the bass, his blood streamed with the screaming of the guitars. Time had lost all meaning for the long-haired singer, but he felt as if he had been on the stage for an eternity. Sweat poured down his face, making his bangs stick to his forehead, and he was once again thankful that the rest of his long hair was held back in it’s customary plait. No amount of cajoling, pleading or threatening him, from either his manager or the produces, could make him let it fly loose around his writhing body during a performance. That was a sight for one set of eyes, and one set only.
The singer was tired and it was starting to show. Not just tired from his hour and a half stint on the stage tonight, but tired of it all. Tired of the lights, the crowds, the producers, his manager, all of it. But most of all, he was tired of waiting for that one special person to come and rescue him from his loneliness. In spite of all of the people who constantly surrounded him, he was lonely.
It wasn’t that he lacked for offers or opportunities. There was a dearth of girls who would give anything for just one night in his bed, and quite a fair number of boys too, for that matter. But none of them were what he wanted. Who he wanted. His heart belonged to one man, and to one man only, and to that man he would remain steadfastly true. No one would take that man’s place, in his heart or in his bed, not even for an instant.
But that didn’t stop the rumors or lies from circulating about him. How could someone that looked like him be so faithful to a memory, a shadow of a man who might not even exist? And so stories were made up about this mysterious singer with his clouded and uncertain past. But he ignored them, knowing in his heart that they had not even a shred of truth to them.
His meteoric rise to fame was nothing short of a phenomenon. He’d come from out of nowhere and took the pop world by storm. In one short year he had eclipsed many a well know name, shining brightly with his ethereal beauty and golden voice. The world was his for the asking and he didn’t want it.
He was tired of it all. He’d had it. It hadn’t accomplished his purpose, and so he was ready to move on. The stage had become cumbersome, therefore, he began to make his plans quietly. He knew that his manager and record label would never let him go voluntarily, and so he had to escape, to run away, to hide some place where they could never find him again.
Tonight. All of his silent planning would culminate tonight.
He finished the next to the last song from the last set, and took a moment to take a long drink from one of the many water bottles that had been strategically placed about the stage for his exclusive use. Then he turned to the musicians that made up his ‘band’.
“I’m making a change in the set,” he informed the guitarists and the bassist.
“You can’t do that,” said the bass player. “You know you have to stick to the set list. She’ll kill you if you deviate.”
“Screw her. This is my show, and I’ll sing whatever the fuck I want, with or without you guys,” the singer retorted hotly.
“It’s your funeral,” shrugged the guitarist. “What’s it going to be?”
“Play ‘The Last Song’ ,just like we do it when we’re warming up,” the singer replied.
And he turned back to his fans, the screaming mob who had come to see their idol, Shinigami.
“I want to thank you all for coming out here tonight. It’s people like you that gives someone like me the courage to go on. I love you all. And this is the last song,” said the singer, a tear standing in his indigo eye.
He launched into his swan song, his voice carrying the song before the instruments caught up with him.
This may be the last thing that I write for long
Can you hear me smiling when I sing this song?
For you and only you…
His voice had never held as much emotion as it did during the song, and the audience was going crazy.
As I leave will you be someone to say good-bye?
As I leave will you be someone to wipe your eye?
My foot is out the door and you can't stop me now
Those closest to the stage could see the tears running down the beautiful face as he sang to each and every one of them.
You wanted the best
It wasn't me
Will you give it back?
Now I'll take the lead
When there's no more room to make it grow
I'll see you again
You'll pretend you're naive
Is this what you want?
Is this what you need?
How you end up? Let me know
The sight would be forever etched into the hearts of those who were lucky enough to be in attendance.
As I go, remember all the simple things you know
My mind is just a crutch and I still hope
That you will miss me when I'm gone
This is the last song
The haunting words climbed to the rafters as he made his way though the song.
The hearts start breaking as the year is gone
The dream's beginning and the time rolls on
It seems so surreal
And now I sing it
Somehow I knew that it would be this way
Somehow I knew that it would slowly fade
Now I am gone
Just try and stop me now
The screaming of the crowd had slowly dwindled to a hush as the import of the words of the song broke through into their euphoric minds.
You wanted the best
It wasn't me
Will you give it back?
Now I'll take the lead
When there's no more room to make it grow
I'll see you again
You'll pretend you're naive
Is this what you want?
Is this what you need?
How you end up? Let me know.
The realization of what the long-haired idol was telling them broke over the stunned audience like a wave crashing over a rock.
As I go, remember all the simple things you know
My mind is just a crutch and I still hope
That you will miss me when I'm gone
This is the last song
The tears of the audience joined those of their beloved idol as he gave his heart to them, and prepared to forever eclipse his light.
Will you need me now?
You'll find a way somehow
You wanted to
I want it too,
In the last instrumental break, he took the opportunity to recompose himself somewhat. The hardest part was coming, and he couldn’t stop the tears, but his voice was steady and true
As I go, remember all the simple things you know
My mind is just a crutch and I still hope
That you will miss me when I'm gone
This is the last song
The singer could hear a brief outcry coming from the side of the stage but he ignored it as he launched into his final verse.
As I go remember all the simple things you know
My mind is just a crutch and I still hope
That you will miss me when I'm gone
This is the last song…”
The music stopped, the singer hung up his mic and walked to the edge of the stage. He paused and looked out over the stunned audience.
There was not even a murmur as he jumped from the stage and started to walk through the crowd.
The people broke before him like a wave before the bow of a ship, and closed in after him. He walked with grace and dignity, tears streaming down his face. All around him people murmured, reaching out to touch him as he passed by, tears streaming down their faces as well. One beautiful blonde boy caught his eye as the boy held out a hand to his idol. The singer touched it lightly, smiling through his tears and then continued his walk. The crowd closed tightly behind him, blocking his outraged manager from catching him. The musicians had unplugged all of the equipment and stood silently, unmoving, making it impossible for anyone to use it to call out to the falling star.
Everyone seemed to be respecting his decision and were doing what they could to help the star on his long plummet from the heights as he prepared to crash and burn.
Then he started to run. He could see a dark figure silhouetted by the lights of the lobby, standing in the doorway that was directly in front of him, and in his heart, he knew his hero had finally come to sweep him off of his feet and take him away from the madness…
“Duo…” the voice seemed to whisper, from far away. “Duo, come back to me…”
~*~
“Duo,” Heero called. “Duo, come back to me, babe. Wake up, please.”
~*~
Thanks for reading, hope your visit has been a good one. Please review, I enjoy hearing from you and every word of encouragement makes me want to write more.
(Words and lyrics for “The Last Song” by All-American Rejects.)
Summary: They were thrust together at the age of 14, members of an assassins guild, then rudely ripped apart at the age of 21. Now, three years later, Duo walks back into Heero's life. The rollercoaster ride has just begun as they must learn to live together once more and to love each other again. Life isn’t always easy, living with Duo, and Heero has to fight hard to remember that.
Rating: NC-17
Warning Codes: Anal,Angst,AR,H/C,Lang,M/M,OC,Oral,Violence,WAFF,WIP,Yaoi
Pairings: 1x2
A/N: Sorry this has been so long in coming. I haven’t really been feeling motivated to put anything up for some time. Just so you know, I will not leave this story unfinished, I just need to get back into writing it. I am really happy that there are still people who want to read it, and I will try to get the plot bunnies to come back from where ever they have gotten off to so that I can get back in to putting a decent ending to this story. Thanks once again for sticking with me.
Feedback is appreciated. I enjoy hearing from all of my readers. That you take the time to read is great, that you take the time to write is awesome. You are what makes writing worth while. I hope that you enjoy reading it and I look forward to your comments, so please review, it makes me so happy.
My sincere thanks to the following:
Anonymous: Thanks for taking the time to send me some inspiration. I appreciate it very much.
~*~
“dear my friends in the time we've spent forever after beyond this when will our nightmare ever end?
pull the trigger and the nightmare stops...”
Part 28
The lights were hot, shining brightly in his face, effectively hiding the crowd from his gaze, but he could hear them, the loud raucous noise beating in his ears in time to the music. His heart pulsed with the beat of the drums and the low cries of the bass, his blood streamed with the screaming of the guitars. Time had lost all meaning for the long-haired singer, but he felt as if he had been on the stage for an eternity. Sweat poured down his face, making his bangs stick to his forehead, and he was once again thankful that the rest of his long hair was held back in it’s customary plait. No amount of cajoling, pleading or threatening him, from either his manager or the produces, could make him let it fly loose around his writhing body during a performance. That was a sight for one set of eyes, and one set only.
The singer was tired and it was starting to show. Not just tired from his hour and a half stint on the stage tonight, but tired of it all. Tired of the lights, the crowds, the producers, his manager, all of it. But most of all, he was tired of waiting for that one special person to come and rescue him from his loneliness. In spite of all of the people who constantly surrounded him, he was lonely.
It wasn’t that he lacked for offers or opportunities. There was a dearth of girls who would give anything for just one night in his bed, and quite a fair number of boys too, for that matter. But none of them were what he wanted. Who he wanted. His heart belonged to one man, and to one man only, and to that man he would remain steadfastly true. No one would take that man’s place, in his heart or in his bed, not even for an instant.
But that didn’t stop the rumors or lies from circulating about him. How could someone that looked like him be so faithful to a memory, a shadow of a man who might not even exist? And so stories were made up about this mysterious singer with his clouded and uncertain past. But he ignored them, knowing in his heart that they had not even a shred of truth to them.
His meteoric rise to fame was nothing short of a phenomenon. He’d come from out of nowhere and took the pop world by storm. In one short year he had eclipsed many a well know name, shining brightly with his ethereal beauty and golden voice. The world was his for the asking and he didn’t want it.
He was tired of it all. He’d had it. It hadn’t accomplished his purpose, and so he was ready to move on. The stage had become cumbersome, therefore, he began to make his plans quietly. He knew that his manager and record label would never let him go voluntarily, and so he had to escape, to run away, to hide some place where they could never find him again.
Tonight. All of his silent planning would culminate tonight.
He finished the next to the last song from the last set, and took a moment to take a long drink from one of the many water bottles that had been strategically placed about the stage for his exclusive use. Then he turned to the musicians that made up his ‘band’.
“I’m making a change in the set,” he informed the guitarists and the bassist.
“You can’t do that,” said the bass player. “You know you have to stick to the set list. She’ll kill you if you deviate.”
“Screw her. This is my show, and I’ll sing whatever the fuck I want, with or without you guys,” the singer retorted hotly.
“It’s your funeral,” shrugged the guitarist. “What’s it going to be?”
“Play ‘The Last Song’ ,just like we do it when we’re warming up,” the singer replied.
And he turned back to his fans, the screaming mob who had come to see their idol, Shinigami.
“I want to thank you all for coming out here tonight. It’s people like you that gives someone like me the courage to go on. I love you all. And this is the last song,” said the singer, a tear standing in his indigo eye.
He launched into his swan song, his voice carrying the song before the instruments caught up with him.
This may be the last thing that I write for long
Can you hear me smiling when I sing this song?
For you and only you…
His voice had never held as much emotion as it did during the song, and the audience was going crazy.
As I leave will you be someone to say good-bye?
As I leave will you be someone to wipe your eye?
My foot is out the door and you can't stop me now
Those closest to the stage could see the tears running down the beautiful face as he sang to each and every one of them.
You wanted the best
It wasn't me
Will you give it back?
Now I'll take the lead
When there's no more room to make it grow
I'll see you again
You'll pretend you're naive
Is this what you want?
Is this what you need?
How you end up? Let me know
The sight would be forever etched into the hearts of those who were lucky enough to be in attendance.
As I go, remember all the simple things you know
My mind is just a crutch and I still hope
That you will miss me when I'm gone
This is the last song
The haunting words climbed to the rafters as he made his way though the song.
The hearts start breaking as the year is gone
The dream's beginning and the time rolls on
It seems so surreal
And now I sing it
Somehow I knew that it would be this way
Somehow I knew that it would slowly fade
Now I am gone
Just try and stop me now
The screaming of the crowd had slowly dwindled to a hush as the import of the words of the song broke through into their euphoric minds.
You wanted the best
It wasn't me
Will you give it back?
Now I'll take the lead
When there's no more room to make it grow
I'll see you again
You'll pretend you're naive
Is this what you want?
Is this what you need?
How you end up? Let me know.
The realization of what the long-haired idol was telling them broke over the stunned audience like a wave crashing over a rock.
As I go, remember all the simple things you know
My mind is just a crutch and I still hope
That you will miss me when I'm gone
This is the last song
The tears of the audience joined those of their beloved idol as he gave his heart to them, and prepared to forever eclipse his light.
Will you need me now?
You'll find a way somehow
You wanted to
I want it too,
In the last instrumental break, he took the opportunity to recompose himself somewhat. The hardest part was coming, and he couldn’t stop the tears, but his voice was steady and true
As I go, remember all the simple things you know
My mind is just a crutch and I still hope
That you will miss me when I'm gone
This is the last song
The singer could hear a brief outcry coming from the side of the stage but he ignored it as he launched into his final verse.
As I go remember all the simple things you know
My mind is just a crutch and I still hope
That you will miss me when I'm gone
This is the last song…”
The music stopped, the singer hung up his mic and walked to the edge of the stage. He paused and looked out over the stunned audience.
There was not even a murmur as he jumped from the stage and started to walk through the crowd.
The people broke before him like a wave before the bow of a ship, and closed in after him. He walked with grace and dignity, tears streaming down his face. All around him people murmured, reaching out to touch him as he passed by, tears streaming down their faces as well. One beautiful blonde boy caught his eye as the boy held out a hand to his idol. The singer touched it lightly, smiling through his tears and then continued his walk. The crowd closed tightly behind him, blocking his outraged manager from catching him. The musicians had unplugged all of the equipment and stood silently, unmoving, making it impossible for anyone to use it to call out to the falling star.
Everyone seemed to be respecting his decision and were doing what they could to help the star on his long plummet from the heights as he prepared to crash and burn.
Then he started to run. He could see a dark figure silhouetted by the lights of the lobby, standing in the doorway that was directly in front of him, and in his heart, he knew his hero had finally come to sweep him off of his feet and take him away from the madness…
“Duo…” the voice seemed to whisper, from far away. “Duo, come back to me…”
~*~
“Duo,” Heero called. “Duo, come back to me, babe. Wake up, please.”
~*~
Thanks for reading, hope your visit has been a good one. Please review, I enjoy hearing from you and every word of encouragement makes me want to write more.
(Words and lyrics for “The Last Song” by All-American Rejects.)