This is due to the people who tell me I should write about Duo’s son (which I was surprised there are actually quite a few). So here it is, the sequel to The Pasts We Wish We Didn’t Have. I suppose I should have worked on my other fics first, but I have been experiencing writer’s block when it comes to those. This story I already I have ideas for. Anyway, this takes place after Duo has turned 35. I know it’s gonna be hard to picture the Gundam boys all growed up, but try, please. Oh and when my angel’s say ‘Earth’ they mean the human realm, not just Earth, so bare that in mind.

 

 

Wings and Tears: Part One

 

“My Son,

 

I am your father. I know a lousy letter won’t make up for what I’ve done. As I am writing this I’m looking at your sleeping mother and I know she will never forgive me. I know she will not speak of me to you. I pray and hope this does not mean that you will never forgive me as well. I hope this does not mean that you will hate me too. I can’t say I love you, I don’t know you, but I can try to explain why I never learned to love you. I hope that Michael at least has told you about me. Please understand my life on Earth changed a lot of things inside of me. I can honestly say that I stopped loving your mother. I’m so sorry. I never meant for this to happen. I didn’t mean for that virus to make me forget her, and the events of my life after that changed me even more. I think when I turn seventy I won’t hate the fact I’m no longer immortal. I wish I could have gotten to know you, but please, my son, please try to understand my motives for hurting Lorelei and for abandoning you. I’m so sorry. Really, I never wanted to leave you. Even now, though, knowing you are forming inside your mother’s sleeping form, I know I cannot stay. I wish one day you can forgive me. Any questions you have, feel free to ask Michael. I’m sure he’ll be happy to explain things to you. I’m sorry.

 

Duo Maxwell”

 

 

 

            The youthful angel looked up from the paper to Michael’s beautiful face. “Well young one?” Michael asked.

            “This is him? This is my father?” the young angel’s violet eyes were wide and anxious.

            “Yes.” Michael took the letter again and slowly folded it up.

            “Why are you the only one who talks about him to me? Not even Grandfather does, and whenever I ask a question to Grandmother her eyes get teary and she runs from the room. And Mom…well, she just…hates him. I can feel it.” He thought for a second, “I look like him don’t I?”

            Michael looked from the letter to regard the young angel again, “Yes, yes you do. Except you have your mother’s hair color.”

            “I told her I wasn’t planning on cutting it, she started to cry again. I think she’s plotting to cut it while I sleep.” He whispered the last sentence, joking with his friend. Michael laughed along with him.

            “Michael, he says I can ask you anything about him.”

            “You can, and you have, remember?” Michael asked, raising an eyebrow and smiling.

            “I’m serious, Michael.” He paused to give the older angel time to somber-up, “Do you think he would have liked me?”

            “Ah, kid, he would have loved you.” There was a moment of silence.

            “I hate this! We talk about him like he’s dead! But he’s not! He just left us to go live in Earth. With him!” The young angel placed his head in his folded arms, “I hate him for it.” He added, quietly. Michael sighed and put the letter by the younger angel’s arm, who quickly swooped out his to make the paper fall to the ground. He watched its path, “I hate him,” he repeated.

            “You know I don’t believe that, little one.”

            “Little one? Michael don’t pretend I’m not a freak. I have to body of a sixteen year old human. I’ve only been alive for a few years, a little over a decade even. I shouldn’t even be an adolescent yet.”

            “And you know, that nobody knows exactly how the condition of your parents would have affected your body.”

            “Condition of my parents?” the younger one repeated in disgust, “They were simply born on the same day, that’s all!” He smirked, singling the statement as a sarcastic joke.

            Michael sighed, “God help me, you are just like Duo.” The younger angel raised an eyebrow and then smiled.

            “Michael, I have an idea, but you have to promise not to tell my Mom.”

            “Not tell me what?” Michael and the youth turned to see Lorelei at the doorway of the classroom. A classroom with only two desks, one of which her son was sitting in right now.

            “That he aced yet another test, you know how modest he is.”

            The youth sighed and glared at Michael, playing along. Lorelei smiled and came to kiss her son and hug him.

            “I’m so proud of you!” she beamed. He accepted her smothering kisses.

            “Listen, I’m gonna go make you lunch. Michael, do you want some?”

            Michael looked up to her, “Sure, why not?” Lorelei left, they both trailed her with their eyes, “Well, what’s the secret?” Michael asked his young pupil.

            “I’m going to Earth, to get a name, tonight!”

            Michael glared at him, “Maybe that’s not a good idea. At least not tonight, ok?” Michael whispered, his gorgeous blue eyes dead serious.

            “Why? What’s tonight?” the young angel asked.

 

~~

 

 

            Duo stepped from the vehicle and glanced over at Heero who had just gotten out of the driver’s side. They both looked at the mansion, Duo flipped out sunglasses and placed them over his eyes.

            “I never understood why Quatre had to make a statement with his house.” They had been to this mansion thousands of times, yet it always impressed Duo.

            “Are you jealous?” asked Heero jokingly. Duo looked at his long-time partner and shot him a ‘give-me-a-break’ look, which was returned by a smirk.

            “UNCLE DUO! UNCLE HEERO!” screamed a high-pitched female voice as its owner came running from the entrance of the enormous house. A small blonde, green-eyed girl, about ten years in age, came sprinting towards them. She jumped into Duo’s outstretched arms. 

            “Well?” she asked him, “Where’s my gift?” She turned her cheek on him and he kissed it, then she turned her other cheek and he kissed that one as well.

            “Hey Hanna, how are you sweetie?” Heero asked.

            “I’m fine Uncle Heero. Daddy said that I would have to go back to school, but I don’t want to!”

            “Honey, but school is good for you.” And it was the reason her family had moved to Earth.

            “Yeah, I know, Uncle Duo, but there is a boy, Ragat, and he picks on me! I hate him.”

            “Well Hanna, sometimes when little children pick on each other it means they like each other.”

            “Like when you met Uncle Heero and you shot him twice?”

            “Where did you hear that story, certainly not your fathers?” Heero said, smiling, Quatre and Trowa where far too protective of Hanna to tell something like that.

            “From Wuffie, he just got here too.” ‘Wuffie’ was the name Hanna called Wufei, it originated from her toddler years, when she couldn’t pronounce his name correctly.

            “I see, so you decided to plead your case to them now too?” Trowa asked. He, Quatre and Wufei had been walking leisurely towards them.

            “Um…it’s not like that Papa!” She cried, to cover for herself.

            “Sure it isn’t Sweetheart.” Trowa recounted, smiling at his daughter. Hanna was the result of gene-splicing. After they were married Trowa and Quatre had made the decision of having a child, and with the support of their friends and family, they went to scientist who combined a sample from each of them into a single reproductive gene. This gene was then introduced to a female donor’s egg and developed inside a test-tube like artificial womb, the same type of womb that had ‘give birth’ to all of Quatre’s sisters and the entire Maquanac Corp. When she had been born her fathers gave her the name ‘Hanna’, which means ‘Happiness’. They then committed themselves to raising her without help of live-in nurses and maids, because of that they really truly loved her and she loved them back.

            “Well anyway, shall we go back inside?” Wufei asked, smiling.

            “Sure.” Duo said, and Hanna dropped from his arms and grabbed one hand of each of her fathers.

            “Papa and Daddy got you two the best gift ever!”

            “Really?” asked Heero.

            “But that’s because they have million of dollars!” She continued.

            “Honey…” Quatre started, as they started to climb the stairs to the impressive doorway. A servant came to take Duo and Heero’s rented car to the garage.

            “That’s what Wuffie said!” She declared. Four pairs of adult eyes turned to Wufei.

            “What? It’s the truth isn’t it?” he asked before walking inside.

            Trowa shook his head and followed, his daughter linking him to his love.

            “Are you a bad influence to Hanna, Wuffie?” Duo taunted as they moved to a sitting room.

            “No he’s not!” Hanna cried, climbing into Wufei’s lap as soon as he sat down.

            Duo glanced around the room; on the mantel above the homily-looking fireplace were framed pictures of Trowa and Quatre’s wedding. In a crystal vase, along with the pictures, was a single white rose, which needed no water to support its beauty. This flower was the case of mystery among Quatre’s hired help. A rose that never wilted and always bloomed. A rose that was perfect, all year long, year in and year out. Some said that as long as the two males loved each other it would continue blooming, and their love was the type you read about in story-books. They were living their ‘happily ever after’.

            A maid came in with six filled glasses, two of sparking apple cider, one with red wine and three of champagne. She passed them out, the cider going to Hanna and Quatre and the wine to Wufei.

            “Anyway,” said Quatre lifting his glass, “Heero, Duo, I would just like to say, Happy Anniversary.”

            “Here, here!” said Trowa, everyone in the room lifted their glasses.

            Before he drank Wufei commented, “No one thought it would last this long.”

 

~~

 

            It was raining. A white dove fluttered by red blood. Blood that was being thinned by the water pouring from the sky. A crouched figure was clutching someone, crying over and over, “No, no, come back, please.” He couldn’t see their faces, but the sobbing voice was so familiar, only he remembered it filled with laughter, not agony. The figure looked to sky, lightening flashed, soaked black hair clung to a face. “I HATE YOU!” screamed the sorrowful voice. “I HATE YOU!” It repeated, louder and more convinced. Angry eyes, but what color are they?! “I’ll kill you all.”

            The young angel woke with a start, and looked around. His mother was sleeping on the chair of his room, he hadn’t woken her. He often woke to find her sitting there and he looked at her now, trying to catch the remaining glimpses of his nightmare. That voice had been so familiar, but he had forgotten it now, he only remembered the words it had spoken. Cautiously he got out of his bed, his black wings carefully folded behind him, and walked to his mother. He reached out and touched her cheek. She woke with a start, “Duo?” she asked, seeing only the dim shape of her son, who did look remarkably like his father, and the difference in the hair color and length couldn’t really be spotted in the room’s dim light.

            “No, Mom, it’s just me.”

            “Oh,” she said sleepily and he noticed the dried track of tears on her cheeks. “I’ll leave you then.” She started to get up.

            “You can sleep in here if you want to.” He walked back to his bed and she followed him, he made room for her to climb in next to him.

            “I love you.” She said, nestling down next to him.

            “I love you too Mom.” He answered, happy that Michael had convinced him to stay, at least for this night. He wondered about the nightmare as she fell asleep in his arms. But when he woke up the morning he remembered nothing of it.