Warning: Alcohol use?
Author:Joe
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Weak and Powerless
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or Weak and Powerless: Property of APerfectCircle
Tilling my own grave to keep me level
jam another dragon down the hole
Digging to the rhythm and the echo of a solitary siren
One that pushes me along and leaves me so
The silent clicks of the cold weapon he held in his hand as he played with the trigger dulled his mind. Helped him lose his senses in how close to death he was, rather then concentrate on more pressing issues. Heero's life had become like this for a while now. Every morning, every night, he'd pick up the gun, twirl it around on nimble fingers, and place it to his head. A simple procedure playing with one's life was.
Always alone though, never with another. It was selfish, and anti-social, but wasn't she the reason he wasn't those things anymore. Her beautiful voice was gone now, possibly to never speak again. A constant porcelain reminder of his failure, at life both hers and his.
Without her he was lost, among a torrent of water that continued to push him to the edge of sanity. He couldn't function without that cornerstone, that final piece that made him. Relena would forever be his beacon.
Desperate and Ravenous
I'm so weak and powerless over you
"There's no change in her condition at the moment. It's a standard coma Mr. Yuy, and it's one of the things that science hasn't been able to overcome." The female doctor tried to sound compassionate, as if she had experienced his pain.
"Is there hope for recovery?" It was coughed out, as if the words finalized her condition and his acceptance of it.
"Of course, but at this point in time it's just a waiting game." She spoke again as if she had felt his pain, it was sickening, false and degrading.
"That's fine, Leave please." The last word was ground out of Heero's mouth, the polite attitude he had mustered to come to the hospital completely gone upon learning of his uselessness. His inability to act had led her to this. It was his fault.
Someone feed the monkey while I dig in search of China
White as Dracula as I approach the bottom
"You did all you could man, and she's going to get better, she's always been a fighter that one." Duo spoke in his melancholy tone, the one reserved for the moments he felt down.
If he had expected conversation, he would be disappointed, a grunt was Heero's response. His eyes landing on the bottle of Vodka in front of him. Another shot would do it.
"My weakness allowed this to happen, if I had paid more attention, and gotten better guards, this would not be a problem." Heero's eyes followed the clear liquid as it poured into the glass, swirling around then settling.
He quickly took the shot into his hand and led it into his mouth. The burn going down woke him up a little more everytime and helped dull the failure.
Desperate and Ravenous
I'm so weak and powerless over you
Her face was a porcelain white, her hair was growing back, the doctors had had to shave it when she first came in. The bullet had shattered upon impacting her head, it had kept her from dying, but the long golden locks she had once had were now in a bio-dump somewhere.
Still lying there with cuts on her face, hairless, and near death, she was beautiful to him. His hand covered one side of her face, his cheek touching hers on the other side. His love in life taken from him, didn't he deserve this? Why did he have to suffer continuously?
Little angel go away
Come again some other day
The devil has my ear today
I'll never hear a word you say
He promised I would find a little solace
And some piece of mind
Whatever just as long as I don't feel so
Heero liked Vodka and Beer and Wine to. Any alcohol would do actually, just as long as he didn't have to think, didn't have to remember what happened that night. Always in private though, the drinking had taken up his suicide time, but every now and then he found time to point a hollow point at his temple. He was closed to passing out again that night when he felt a hand clutch the bottom of his pants leg.
"Daddy, where's mommy, I'm hungry?" That kid again, couldn't he see that he was busy.
"Mommy isn't here." He growled the words out, narrowing his eyes and gave a glare that screamed anger towards the child.
The kid let go of him and ran off somewhere. It didn't matter, he wouldn't remember to much of this night after he finished this last bottle of rum, or whatever it was he was drinking. Tonight, he'd be senseless, like he used to be.
TBC
The Thirteenth Step 2/?
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poor kid! Heero, you ass!
Forgot about your own kid...
Sheesh. :x
keep it up
Forgot about your own kid...
Sheesh. :x
keep it up

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i cant believe that heero would allow himself to be so cold to his own child after he finally let himself love. hopefully relena gets better and heero comes to his senses soon
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