Title: Nobody Cares
Archive: GW Addiction (http://www.geocities.com/fenris_wolf0/) and if she will, Darkflame (http://members.xoom.com/riouka/gwpage.html)
Category: Dark, Language
Pairings: kinda 1+2 at the very end, nothing really.
Warnings: If you don't like lotsa cusing, get out now.
This was a really pissed off fic...
Disclaimer: GW doeesn't belong to me, blah-di blah-di blah...
Feedback: Yes, please. If you wish.
NOTES: This is an old fic I wrote. Don't have to tell me how you liked it if you don't want to. This was a depression fic. I wrote it to make myself FEEL better. It kinda worked, so I don't care if you C&C cause I got out of it what I was looking to get out of it.
They say they care. Hn, what truth lies in their words? Everyone, everytime. They all say the same thing.
"This is for your own good, we wouldn't do it if we didn't care for you." On and on, but do they really care?
They say they say they care, the other pilots. Quatre, he could have possibly have meant it origionally, but after the Wing Zero incident, I don't think so. Trowa, he's too unfeeling, so cold just like Heer. Heero doesn't care. I'm just some one that gets in the way of the mission to him. Wufei's the same. He only cares about what he wants to accomplish.
They all lie like dogs. I hate it! I hate it all! Damn them, damn them all! Those OZie bastard for the war, everyone who said that they cared but left me high and dry.
My mother and father most. Damn them for treating me like shit, leaving me to fend for myself. Damn Solo, for saying he cared then leaving me alone. Damn Sister Helen and Father Maxwell even though they were good people with good intentions, but they still lied to me and left me.
Damn Quatre for acting like he cares, Damn Trowa and Heero and Wufei for saying that they care. Damn me for listening.
I hate them all, but most of all I hate myself.
I am Shinigami, I am damned anyway. Hell, I care about them, that's why I hate it so much that I can't trust them when they say they care.
I've lost it now. I yell at them and scream that I hate them. Wufei and Trowa leave the room. Quatre comes over to me and tries to comfort me, but I yell at him, I tell him I hate him. I don't but I yell it at him anyway. He looks at Heero uncertain as to whether he should leave or not. Heero must have given him an affirmative sign, for he got up and left quietly.
Heero kneels down, even while I scream at him and try to push him away. He grabs a flailying wrist in his iron hard grasp. I wince as I feel the bones grate together. I'm utterly shocked by what he does next.
He pulls me into his arms and rubs my back, soothing me. I break down and cry. I tell him everything. I poor my heart out to him.
God, why do I have to be so weak? Heero Yuy, mister no-emotion, soothing me, Duo Maxwell? Yet, somehow I find comfort in his arms and his rich soothing voice. Soon I am asleep in his arms, exhausted from my raving.
I wake up to a pair of cobalt eyes. He smiles slightly at me. He asks if I feel better. I just look at him. His smiles widens, it actually reaches his eyes and they sparkle with an inner light that I never knew was there.
He says something else and I start. I repeat it, dumbfounded. His gaze bores into me. I remember that I told him *everything*. All that I had hold up in me. All my rage... and more. He knows and yet he...
He smiles again as comprehension of what he said flutters over my face. He hugs me again adn whispers in my ear. I hug back. I never want to let go.
He truly cares. He stayed with me through my rage, my flying insults and he will stay with me till the bitter end. He truly *cares*!