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Promise To An Angel	By : Relena Category: Gundam Wing/AC > General Views: 720 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 4: Disbelief
Duo deserved my full attention even as my anger simmered beneath the surface. As meticulously as I could, I cleaned Duo up until he almost resembled the man that I had fought beside earlier today. Almost, all except for his hair. The long lustrous locks were now gone and I would never be able to feel the silky strands again beneath my calloused hands. I think I broke down at that point. The boy I was, retreated to hide in denial while the "Perfect Soldier" took his place. I was running on autopilot and I didn’t care. My whole body was numb with fatigue, disbelief, shock and terror.
Carefully, I wiped away all traces of Duo’s blood and bandaged his wounds. Placing him in clean clothes was the hardest thing I ever had to do. He was so cold to the touch by then. I hardly noticed but Quatre had. I was, and am, surprised that he managed to stay on his feet. I know he could feel my heart breaking. His aquamarine eyes betrayed him every time.
Taking Duo’s cross from around his neck, I cleaned up the emblem and placed it on my own. I may have lost Duo but I still needed him with me. After I finished making Duo as presentable as I could, I turned vacant eyes onto Quatre. I remember him looking at me with such sympathy that my "Perfect Soldier" facade shattered. Angrily, I pushed away from him and went to my cameras to retrieve the tapes. I had to know for sure who had done this to my love. I had to see.
Finding the hidden recordings, I locked myself into my room and began to play them. I played them enough to know for sure that Zechs was responsible and where my beloved’s hair got itself too. I left without saying a word once I realized Zechs had taken Duos hair as a trophy. I tucked my gun into the back of my jeans at the small of my back as I made my way to Wing Zero. I don’t even think Quatre realized I left. I hoped I had not left him there to die as well. But I had a promise to keep: a promise to a dead angel.
I found my target easily enough. He was boasting about how easy it was to track Duo and rape him and then kill him. I waited in the shadows of the twenty-four-hour bar. The place reeked of sweat, vomit, and sex, not a good combination in my estimation. My target had to be a fool, to be so easy to track. Either that, or he was wishing for death. I like to think he was the former but I know better. He knew what was going to happen to him when he began messing with the Gundam pilots. He was asking for death and I gave it to him out of sheer torment.
I could feel my anger coiling in the pit of my stomach as I listened to the drunken man’s degradation of my dead lover. He couldn’t even wait to tell his buddies what a good fuck Duo had been. My jaw clenched in burning white hatred. The lanky blond haired pilot must have sensed my animosity because slowly he turned on his stool to regard me. His slightly cloudy, dazed eyes meeting mine, an empty decanter in his hand.
I don’t know whether it was because he was drunk, careless, or just plain asinine, but he invited me over. Obligingly I crossed the darkened interior, my eyes betraying nothing as I inwardly cringed when I saw his drunken gaze settle heavily on me. I could tell that he wanted me the moment he laid eyes on me and for Duo I was willing to give it to him. The "Perfect Soldier" was back in command while I retreated from the twisted reality my life had become.
What happens next is somewhat foggy but with moments of alacrity. One of the strongest moments of clarity was when he led me back to his room. I remember smiling in triumph. The man was finally going to get what he deserved. I remember the sweet scent of lilacs from a burning pot of incense, the sickening sweet taste of the man’s breath, and the sweatiness of the blond’s palms. It was disturbing to say the least, but I had allowed this man access to my body and he was going to get it before I murdered him.
The blond didn’t seem to sense my anger or my frustration. His thoughts were purely centered on his self and his pleasure. He wanted gratification and he would take it no matter the cost. Immediately, I felt him begin to grope me through my clothes. It was disgusting. His kisses were sloppy and generally messy, but I clung to him. He still had Duo’s scent on him, after all. Morbid, I know, but oh so true. I could almost imagine he was Duo. Almost. But the half insane look he was giving me, made me realize just who this monster was, and that he was most definitely not Duo. I would never feel Duo’s warmth about me again because of this man, and he was going to pay for that, dearly pay.
I let him tear open my shirt, knowing what he would see and knowing he would react instantly to the golden cross. I was not disappointed. The moment his eyes landed on the cross, he raised his head in acceptance and acknowledgment. He knew who I was and why I was here but that didn’t mean he was going down without a fight. He spun away from me, trying to reach his own gun which lay only a few feet away. But his reflexes were slowed by alcohol, whereas mine were razor sharp and fueled on revenge. My gun came up and he was dead before his hand ever closed around the hilt of his own weapon. Impassively, I strode over to the man that had beaten and raped and killed my Duo. Spitting on him, I kicked him hard enough to crack and possibly even break some ribs. I hadn’t meant to kill him so soon. My mind must have had other ideas.
Looking down at his dead body, I felt nothing. I would have thought I would have felt something, anything. But I was totally numb and still angry as all Hell. The next thing I know, I am literally tearing the man apart. He deserved to be punished the way Duo had been. I don’t know how long I was at it but when I finally came back to my senses, I was covered in blood and Zechs Merquise was not even recognizable. I went through his drawers before leaving and found the precious coil of rope that was Duo’s hair. The sadistic Bastard had even re-braided Duo’s chestnut hair after he raped him, while Duo stared vacantly out at the still revolving world.
I think Duo was gone before the man ever killed him. I saw the blank look on my love’s face. He was hiding from reality. It’s a small comfort, I know. But it’s all I have. That and his cross. I buried Duo’s hair with him. I didn’t think it would be right for me to keep it. That night when I arrived back at the safe house, I immediately went to Duo’s side and held his hand. Quatre was fine, thank God, except I could tell he had been crying non-stop and was horrified at my appearance.
I don’t think I ever offered an explanation, but somehow he knew and didn’t ask. He accepted it and understood. The one of us, who was always sorry for killing had an evil gleam in his eyes at that moment, and I knew if I had not done something Quatre would have. I am glad it was me. His hands don’t need to be stained with anymore blood. I laugh but it comes out as a strangled gasp. Guess, he’s gonna have just a bit more blood on his hands. Mine.
I pick the gun back up and shakily place it against my temple. "I’m coming Duo," I say softly as I begin to squeeze the trigger. Suddenly I feel a cold force slam into me and my hand jerks away from my face, the bullet going wild. It smacks into the mirror above my head causing glass shards to rain down on my unprotected body. I shiver as the thin pieces embed themselves into my tender skin. Looking up in bewilderment, I gasp in surprise. I have to be hallucinating. That’s the only answer for what I am seeing, the only rational answer anyway, because what I was seeing simply wasn’t possible. Maybe it was an effect of the pills that I simply hadn’t counted on. Maybe . . . Oh Hell, who am I kidding? Did it really matter how I was seeing what I was seeing? The answer was an emphatic no.
"Duo?!" I yell out in disbelief, dropping the cold metal of the gun to the hard tile floor.
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