(GW) After Death
Jan. 30th, 2006 05:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tsukinofaeriiA "Duo Is Shinigami" sort of drabble. Er.
After Death 1/1
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tsukinofaerii
Rating: SNAP
Supernatural/Tragedy
Warnings: Violence
Spoilers: Episode Zero
Series: Gundam Wing
Pairings: No pairings
Summary: During the aftermath, sometimes extraordinary things make of point of not really happening. Complete ficlet.
This story is a work of transformative fiction, such being defined as a work which incorporates characters and situations which have been created by other authors/artists. No infringement of copyright is intended and no profit is being made from the creation or dissemination of this work. Gundam Wing was created and is owned by various people, most notably Bandai. It is used with respect and admiration for the work.
Author Notes: This just kind of... occurred to me.
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Duo stared at the carnage of what had once been the only place he could ever call home. The entire church had already burned away, leaving only the empty, smoking husk of his brief childhood behind. Slowly, step-by-step, he staggered closer, eyes large and dark in a too-pale face. A breeze brought the smell of violent death, and he cringed slightly. Only a few months ago, it had been a normal thing, as unnoticed as the metallic tinge of recycled air or the curving of the horizon overhead. Now it was back, bringing all its memories of the streets with it.
Under what was left of an overhang, he could see something sticking out from under a burning pile of wood. He didn't bother to investigate farther. There were very few things it could be, and none of them were remotely positive. He took another step, the drying blood sticking to the bottom of his shoe making an unpleasant sticky noise as he did so.
Out of the corner of his eye, something moved.
Duo turned to look, but a heavy hand on his shoulder stopped him.
"Damn it! Another one've the rats!" Something slammed into the side of his head, sending the world spinning off into brilliant colors and shades of white. A gunshot sent everything to black.
A few minutes later, Duo's eyes opened blearily. He pushed himself to his feet slowly, feeling like he was climbing through heavy mud. Eventually, whatever was holding him down gave way and he stood. Amazingly, it appeared that whoever had knocked him out had done only that. He didn't even have a headache. The movement that had distracted him was still there, but much less noticeable, as if whatever was making it didn't have much energy left. Without looking back, Duo took off towards the movement, short braid snapping behind him and feet making no sound as they slammed into the pavement.
If he had looked, he would have seen the smear of blood that he had just left behind.
After Death 1/1
By
tsukinofaeriiRating: SNAP
Supernatural/Tragedy
Warnings: Violence
Spoilers: Episode Zero
Series: Gundam Wing
Pairings: No pairings
Summary: During the aftermath, sometimes extraordinary things make of point of not really happening. Complete ficlet.
This story is a work of transformative fiction, such being defined as a work which incorporates characters and situations which have been created by other authors/artists. No infringement of copyright is intended and no profit is being made from the creation or dissemination of this work. Gundam Wing was created and is owned by various people, most notably Bandai. It is used with respect and admiration for the work.
Author Notes: This just kind of... occurred to me.
***
Duo stared at the carnage of what had once been the only place he could ever call home. The entire church had already burned away, leaving only the empty, smoking husk of his brief childhood behind. Slowly, step-by-step, he staggered closer, eyes large and dark in a too-pale face. A breeze brought the smell of violent death, and he cringed slightly. Only a few months ago, it had been a normal thing, as unnoticed as the metallic tinge of recycled air or the curving of the horizon overhead. Now it was back, bringing all its memories of the streets with it.
Under what was left of an overhang, he could see something sticking out from under a burning pile of wood. He didn't bother to investigate farther. There were very few things it could be, and none of them were remotely positive. He took another step, the drying blood sticking to the bottom of his shoe making an unpleasant sticky noise as he did so.
Out of the corner of his eye, something moved.
Duo turned to look, but a heavy hand on his shoulder stopped him.
"Damn it! Another one've the rats!" Something slammed into the side of his head, sending the world spinning off into brilliant colors and shades of white. A gunshot sent everything to black.
A few minutes later, Duo's eyes opened blearily. He pushed himself to his feet slowly, feeling like he was climbing through heavy mud. Eventually, whatever was holding him down gave way and he stood. Amazingly, it appeared that whoever had knocked him out had done only that. He didn't even have a headache. The movement that had distracted him was still there, but much less noticeable, as if whatever was making it didn't have much energy left. Without looking back, Duo took off towards the movement, short braid snapping behind him and feet making no sound as they slammed into the pavement.
If he had looked, he would have seen the smear of blood that he had just left behind.
