|Skeren Dreamera (skeren) wrote,|
@ 2005-05-05 01:05:00
|Entry tags:||duo, gw|
Title: The Signs
Author: Skeren Dreamera
Series: Gundam wing
Category: Angst, Drabble/Ficlet
Disclaimer: No, I don’t own the character. Or Maxwell and Skyline, they really are next to each other. I only own Fortune.
Spoilers: Endless Waltz
Notes: I was at work and I saw those two streets next to each other. They just begged me to write about them.
Duo leaned back against the broken down building that had once been a church, a bitter smile on his face as he regarded the street signs in front of him, laden with irony. He’d avoided being seen and known about for a long time after he first war, and it had been for the best. He now wore the dubious title of “Hero” and it was like a chain holding him to the ground.
After Mariemaea’s failed coup, the pilots had been confined to Earth, no longer allowed on shuttles or to fly. To Duo, it was torture, and his quick mind couldn’t help making connections that just weren’t there. He had found a street called Maxwell. It was named after him, and he couldn’t help a dark amusement that it ran through both the best, and the worst, parts of Sanq. He then looked to his right, where another street lay.
Duo let out a bitter laugh, pushing away from the ruin he’d been lurking in for the last hour as he came to stand near the gray sign. “Skyline.” Duo shook his head as he spoke, then tilted his head to look at the blue sky so high above him. “Yeah, that’s where I want to be. In the Skyline. In the clouds, space. Damn fools took Wufei’s actions as a rule and stole space from me. It’s the only place I ever wanted to be…” Duo shook his head roughly, looking back to the signs.
He was in the bad part of town, the abandoned places that left so much that could be done, and it suited as irony. He looked to the cross street of Maxwell and Skyline. “And then there is Fortune. The only way that me and the sky are ever gonna get anyway near each other again. Why is it that it’s in the most hopeless area of the city, eh?” He asked the question of thin air, a smile twisting his lips as he shook his head. “Because it’s for the desperate, but I knew that.” Duo shook his head again, hitching his backpack higher on his shoulder.
He saluted the signs and started moving down Fortune. “And I’m desperate.”
It was in the news the following week that the Preventer monitoring station for air traffic had been bombed, and the records wiped. Duo smirked as he saw the broadcast. “Thanks for the inspiration.” He flicked a mocking salute down on the Earth from space, then adjusted his controllers. He was headed to the Asteroid Belt, and he knew that space would never be stolen from him again.