10-Dec-2000
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N-no...?
::bawls::
Heh. Sorry. Anyway, I wrote (or re-wrote, whatever) this instead of doing my term paper. I hope you enjoy it... excuse any discrepancies in information; I tried to research it to the best of my ability, but I've still had no personal experience with the subject matter. Yet, at least. ;P
Draft: Final
Posted: 12/10/00
Author: Jay / carboxylated@yahoo.com
Archive: Gundam Wing Addiction (Tyr), Desolation Angels (Ashura, if she wants it)
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Title: Follow Me Around
Category: Songfic, yaoi, AU
Timeline: AU
Pairings: 1+2
Rating/Warning: R. The story will (hopefully) mess a bit with your mind. It's dark, more creepy than sad... well, you be the judge.
Feedback: Craved, desired, wanted, coveted, yearned for, wished for, and longed for. C&C will be repaid with dancing G-boys, my endless adoration, as well as a nice slice of karma.
Note: I wrote the original version of this story about a year ago for a friend who mine who liked surprise endings. Just a whim of sorts. Titled it "Angela," we had a good laugh over it. However, the more I think about it, the more I like the idea of this. I'm almost positive that this isn't an original concept-- I probably saw it on 'The X-Files' or something. ::grins:: But I decided that it would be a pretty entertaining fanfic as well. Of course, titling it "Heero" isn't very exciting, so it evolved into a songfic.
The song, "Follow Me Around" is by Radiohead, and was previewed on their video, "Meeting People is Easy." It is used without permission.
Thanks: Diane! ^^ My beta-reader, who has to endure pieces like this one...
[... ...] = lyrics
[...I see you in the dark /
falling down the fast lane /
calling out to me /
oh, that's where I'll be /
crawling out to me /
crawling out to me...]
Heero stared at the clock, mentally noting the hour hand half past the 10, and the minute hand on the five. His dark hair skimmed over his eyes, messy and unruly, accented by dark circles under a fringe of eyelashes.
A small man was smiling at him from behind a desk, clutching a yellow legal pad, a sharpened pencil poised over the lines. "Well. I see. Ah... Heero Yuy. And, ah...?"
"Duo Maxwell," Heero said. "D-U-O Maxwell."
"Hmm." Dr. Brown made a small note in his pad. "You are how old?"
"Twenty. We're both twenty."
"All right. Tell me about it, Heero," Dr. Brown urged. He adjusted his eyeglasses and coughed nervously; the hand holding the pencil twitched, scraping lead against the paper.
Heero shivered, pulling his jacket tighter around his body. 10:26 AM now. Sunlight was streaming in through the windows, and he realized it hurt his eyes. He licked his dry, chapped lips, and tapping his foot against the carpet, opened his mouth to speak. For a moment, it hung open, words dangling on the tip of his tongue before his mouth snapped shut and they rolled back.
"Heero," Dr. Brown said gently. "I... we can't help you, if you don't tell me about your... relationship with this boy, and why you need to get away from him." His forehead creased. "Please. Let me help."
[...you follow me around /
you follow me around /
you follow me around /
you follow me around...]
Scrubbing a side of his face with his hand, a cracked whimper escaped Heero's lips. "He won't leave me alone." Tremulous blue eyes regarded the man behind the desk. He repeated himself, voice low and breathy. "He won't leave me alone." His eyes slid to the window-- Dr. Brown followed his gaze-- to a solemn figure that stood, arms crossed over his chest, face obscure in the shadow.
"Heero..." Duo's voice was low and pleading, with the barest edge of anger and frustration. "Heero, why are you doing this?"
"I... need to," Heero replied helplessly, eyes riveted. In the background, he could hear Dr. Brown's pencil scratch, scratch, scratching.
Duo tilted his head-- beams of sunlight fell upon it, illuminating the handsome lines and the striking violet eyes-- and irritably grasped the end of a yard-long chestnut braid. "Heero." Now the tone was clearly angry. "A restraining order? Why? I love you. You love-- loved-- me."
"We need time apart."
Duo's eyes flashed. "Why?"
Dr. Brown's voice echoed the question. "Why?"
[...Even when you're coming down /
and I'll take you for a walk /
then I can see you /
I'm feeling it coming down...]
"You're everywhere," Heero said softly. "Everywhere I am, you are. You follow me. I-- you're in my bedroom in the morning, my window at night... I see you on the streets, in stores... you..." He swallowed, glancing at Dr. Brown. He wore an undecipherable expression on his face.
In a careful, neutral voice, Dr. Brown asked, "When did you two meet?"
Duo's grim air broke. He smiled, wistfully. "His nineteenth birthday..."
Heero found himself softening at the memory. "I was watching the sun set on Westerlyn Lake."
"Lying in the grass."
"It was summer."
"I tripped over him."
"The two of us, sprawled in a heap."
"He was terribly embarrassed."
"I apologized and we got to talking."
"His nineteenth birthday."
"He offered to take me out for some coffee. As a dual apology and present."
"I was instantly taken."
They lapsed into silence.
"I see," Dr. Brown offered awkwardly. "But it soured."
"Last month," Heero said. "He... he became obsessive." Duo scowled, but said nothing.
"You want a separation?"
"Temporary," Heero said quickly. Duo looked away.
"I believe... we can arrange something."
"Heero... don't." Duo strode over, kneeling by the chair Heero sat in. His hands clasped Heero's, ignoring the way the blue-eyed boy recoiled from him. There was still a yearning in those navy eyes, though. Duo could see it. "I... please, God, don't. It'll be the greatest mistake of your life." Violet eyes filled Heero's vision. "I love you, Heero. I exist for you."
Heero blinked rapidly, willing the tears to retract. "I'm sorry," he choked, voice broken.
"I'll change. Anything, Heero. Anything."
"It's too late," Heero murmured. "It's too late. I'll never be able to do this if I don't now." His shoulders slumped. "Go away. Please, go away Duo... go away..."
"I..."
Dr. Brown watched silently, a pained look on his face. He had set down his pencil and pad.
"Please."
Duo rose. "I understand," he said hollowly.
[...you follow me around...]
Heero looked up at Dr. Brown. "You have papers?" His voice teetered, threatening to shatter.
Dr. Brown looked at him curiously. "Are you sure you want this, Heero?"
Duo looked at him with glittering eyes.
[...you follow me around...]
"Y-yes. Give them to me. I... I'll sign."
With deliberate slowness, Dr. Brown walked from his desk to Heero, brushing by and ignoring Duo. Heero fumbled with the pen cap, and stared at the dotted line.
"Goodbye Heero." Duo's voice was faint.
[...you follow me around...]
HEERO YUY____
He printed his name and stared at the black ink.
"Goodbye Duo."
[...you follow me around...]
"Very well," said Dr. Brown, striding briskly back to his desk. "I'll call Mary. She'll arrange transportation to Dayville Institution."
Heero's eyes snapped to the smiling man behind the desk. He vaguely noted the time. 10: 45 AM. Sunlight was streaming in.
"What?"
"I understand, Heero..." Duo was waving now-- waving goodbye.
[...I feel it...]
"I'm proud of you, Heero. For deciding to get help."
The air was suffocating. Heero felt his throat constrict. Duo was still waving, violet eyes brimming with tears.
The doctor looked up with serious, benevolent eyes. "They'll help you there, Heero. They'll make him go away."
A high pitched whine escaped from Heero's throat.
[...I feel it...]
Mary Pritchard stared down the hall, goosebumps creeping up her arms. She never got used to how they looked, struggling and screaming...
"Duo!" A sob ripped from the thin figure. She could barely see him between the tall forms on either side of him. "Duo! Please! I-- I want to come back! I'm sorry!" It was high and thin, a pleading call for help. "I-- Duo! God, please... take me back to him."
"Heero," came Dr. Brown's reassuring voice, "please, calm down."
They disappeared around a corner.
She shivered, afraid that madness could catch. Then, straightening herself, she glanced at the sheet of yellow legal paper and began typing it up.
PATIENT: Heero Yuy
REFERRED BY: Q. R. Winner
DIAGNOSIS: Schizophrenia, paranoid (stable) type
MEDICATION: 1,000mg flupenthixol decanoate daily; lowering as therapy and related treatment at facility progresses.
NOTES: Patient is in active phase, characterized by bizarre delusions and hallucinations. Most prominent hallucination has taken "identity" as DUO MAXWELL. Patient believes himself to have stalked on a daily basis by D.M., which interferes with social interaction. Schizoaffective Disorder and a mood disorder with psychotic features have been ruled out, as patient exhibits no symptoms of manic depression. Both hallucinations and delusions have been present for about 14 months, being continuous throughout. Patient originally referred by Q. R. Winner, a close friend and associate of the patient, on basis on social withdrawal and severe changes in behavior.
For a moment, her eyes slid to Dr. Brown's office door. Mary thought she could discern the imprint of a shadow against the glass-- a dark outline of a phantom figure-- before it slid into the light and folded into itself, disappearing.
She grimaced. Shaking off her unease, Mary prepared to fax a copy of the report to the Dayville Institute.
[...you follow me around...]
The End
Obligatory Disclaimer: The Gundam Universe of Mobile Suit Gundam Wing is © Sotsu Agency, Sunrise, ANB, and Bandai America, Inc. Characters, places, timeline and other elements of the Gundam Wing series are used without permission (under title 17, section 102, U.S. Copyright Code [not extending to ideas, concepts, names, phrases, etc.]; also, under title 17, section 107, point 4, U.S. Copyright Code [fair use for nonprofit purposes]). The original material herein is © the author and not considered public domain. I fervently hope that this will protect my poor American ass from the wrath of Japanese corporations looking for blood. I'm a victim, the product of public education! Please don't sue. I'm in a perpetually non-prosperous state and all spare change usually goes into coffee or Diet Coke. ^^;;
Come on, it was interesting. Give me that, at least...
Jay