Author: hostilecrayon
Pairing: None
Warnings: Depressing as all hell? Death of 01, 02, 03 and 04. Wufei old and unhappy.
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing is owned by Hajime Yatate and Yoshiyuki Tomino.
Notes: Written for an OLD drabble prompt from lil_1337 for Wufei; it's not who's right, it's whose left.
Haunted
Every single day of my life, I realize I was wrong. I should have joined Preventers with the rest of the guys, but I just couldn't do it. Even Quatre had joined up for partial duty when it didn't interfere with his business, but I had not.
It makes me wonder if they would have survived if I would have been there to help them.
That mission haunts me. Just like every other, I wasn't there; but I feel even more guilty, if that's possible, because they had asked me to come.
I can remember it like it was yesterday and not several years removed.
Duo, in typical Maxwell fashion, had made jokes about it. "Come on, Wu, you too far out of the game to come have a little fun with us?"
Heero had taken a different tact. "Your skills are best suited for the job."
Quatre, in all his sunny glory, had went with tactics. "All of my calculations tell me this job is best done with your help, Wufei."
Trowa had just beseeched me with his gaze. "It's your choice, Wufei. We just thought we'd ask."
But I was too bitter to get back on the proverbial horse. Treize was dead, and I no longer wanted to be involved in the madness of war. We had stopped it twice - I just wanted it to end.
I never once thought that the four strongest people I knew would fail.
When I'd been able, I fought Une tooth and nail for a copy of the final report. I looked it over with disbelief, seeing the gaping hole that I would have filled. Their last words to me flitted through my mind and continue to do so.
They were right. I stared into the sun, wondering how much longer God would torture me with the pain before he'd finally take my life, or at least let me succumb to Alzheimer's. Jen, the nurse, came to roll me back inside and made some comment about the sun being bad for me.
I am eighty-seven years old, and I don't think I have truly lived since I was thirty years old. I may have been wrong, but I was the only one left.
What a horrible feeling.
OWARI
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