Last Chances

~~~Wow! Spur of the moment I get this great idea for a fic and had to sit and write it! It’s going to be original and completely mental, so bare with me and hang on for a wild ride! And, as always, expect a Moon/ Yui romance- it’s what I’m best at! ~~~

~~~VERY IMPORTANT: Rated R- for strong violence and dark, adult themes

~~~I DO NOT BELIEVE IN DISCLAIMERS

Chapter One: They’re Coming…

*The old song ‘they’re coming to take me away ha-ha, they’re coming to take me away ho-ho… to the funny farm…’ ran through her head. What the hell was wrong with these people? She was fine! Was what she did any of their business?

They were taking her away, away from her home, away from her life. They would force her to do things she didn’t want to do, they would pretend to care- worse, in her mind, then actually caring.

It wasn’t like anyone else cared what she did. Everything was so simple, so black and white in her mind. This was crazy, but she was not. Struggling harder, she twisted and wriggled, in hopes that it would make holding on to her more difficult. But nothing she did helped.

“Let me go!” She cried out, pleading that something would deter them. But they simply shrugged and grimaced, clenching down on her arms tighter. “You can’t do this to me! Stop!”

“It’s for your own good dear!” Her mother called from the door. Like hell it was!

“No!”

“I love you!” Came the sickeningly sweet voice again.

“You don’t, or you wouldn’t let them do this to me! There’s nothing wrong with me! Let me go!” She cried out in desperation. “Let me go!” She kicked even more. And still they dragged her away, into the black and white car with the flashing red lights. As they threw her into the backseat, she bumped her head hard against the glass window on the other side. But she didn’t feel it. She didn’t feel anything anymore… how could she when there was nothing left to feel?

“I’ll see you soon dear!” Her mother called to her again- safely tucked away in the doorway of the broken down apartment building. But she was too tired to respond by now. All of her struggling and the bump on her head were beginning to take effect, as well as the sedatives the idiots had force-fed her. The only thing she could do now was bend over and hang her head as she lurched, emptying the meager contents of her stomach onto the floor of the cop car.

“Crap!” She could hear the policemen up front swearing at her for stinking up their car. But she didn’t care anymore. Nothing mattered… bastards… all of them- pure bastards.

As she sat up, she looked at them with a dangerous eye and smiled, her teeth yellow with puke and her face sweaty and ghostly white. She could see their eyes widen in fear. Yes… be afraid of me… fear me…

“Rot in hell!” She screeched loudly and rattled at the cage-like separator between her and them. And then everything went black.

The next time she woke, everything around her was bright and blurry. She stared up at the pristine white ceiling, knowing where she was but wishing she were far away. Finally she was able to pull herself to a sitting position and look around. Just as she had suspected. The walls were white. The bed she sat on was white. The floors were a shiny white. And her clothes… she wore a white hospital gown. They were mental if they thought she would put up with this! She wasn’t going to stand for this, no! She did not belong in a mental institution.

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“Put the gun down! Please Hiiro! Think about it! If you shoot him, everything is gone! Finished! Ruined! You can’t do this anymore!”

“Damnit Quatre, shut up!” Hiiro sneered softly at Quatre, who stood behind him. In front of him sat a trembling Duo, holding his head high, but fear evident in his eyes.

“Hiiro, I didn’t mean to touch your laptop, honestly! It was an accident!”

“Hnn.” Duo cringed even more. Hiiro had always been eccentric, but this was taking it too far.

Earlier that day Hiiro had left his laptop on, and Duo, who had been working down in the basement, had blown a fuse, shorting the power in the house. Hiiro had walked in a few moments later to find that everything on his computer- everything- was gone. Lost. And he had snapped.

Taking his rage out on Duo, he had hunted the boy out and beaten him. Now he had his gun out and pointed at the poor boy, ready to shoot, and Duo was truly scared that maybe Hiiro really was going to do it this time…But Quatre had walked in just at the right time.

“Hiiro, you can’t kill Duo. He’s your best friend!” Quatre tried to talk some sense into the crazed boy. This had to stop! Since the wars had ended, Hiiro had become more and more violent. It was as if the fighting during the wars had been the way to release his bottled up anger. But surely… that was it! Quatre sighed in relief! He knew how to stop Hiiro.

“Hiiro, you’re perfect. Perfection does not include showing emotions, such as anger. If you kill Duo, you’ll be less than perfect!”

“Hnn.” Hiiro grunted. But then what Quatre said registered slightly. He looked down at his gun. He could see his trigger finger shaking, ready to pull on a second’s notice. He looked past the barrel of the gun to see his best friend, Duo, curled up in a small ball, trying to defy him. Duo’s face was covered in blood. Both his eyes were swollen and black, his nose had been shattered, his lip spilt, and his head had a long gash from his left temple to his jaw. Had he… done… that… Hiiro dropped the gun.

“Duo…” He whispered, falling to his knees. “Duo, I’m sorry…” But Duo stayed down, still trembling. Hiiro cringed. His friend had been through as much as he during the war, and nothing had ever scared him before. But he, Hiiro, had scared him. The one who was supposed to be his friend… had scared him….

“Duo!” Quatre ran to Duo the moment Hiiro had dropped the gun. Quatre cradled Duo’s shaking form and glared at Hiiro. Then his eyes became sympathetic when he saw how much Hiiro meant his apology.

“It… it’s ok Hiiro…” Duo managed to gasp out finally.

“No… it’s not.” Hiiro picked up the gun again. He could feel his own hand shaking. “I hurt you, and I can’t even cry for you. It’s not ok…” He raised the gun to his own head and though his hand was shaking, he could feel the cool metal against his temple was steady. A shot rang out.

“Yui, suicide is not an honorable thing to do.” Wufei yelled from the doorway, tears in his eyes. Trowa was holding a gun in his hand beside him, his expression not much better. Hiiro hand still stung from where Trowa had shot the gun out of his grasp.

“It would be a fitting punishment.” Hiiro muttered.

“No Hiiro, it wouldn’t.” Trowa picked him up and set him on his feet. Wufei helped Quatre do the same for Duo.

“Hiiro, don’t worry about it.” Duo grinned, and his lips began to bleed again.
“I’ve had worse.”

“From your own friend?” Hiiro spat.

“No, but that’s besides the point.”

“I’m leaving.” Hiiro pulled out of Trowa’s grasp.

“Hiiro, you leave, and who knows who’ll you’ll go after next? Not everyone is as strong as Duo or Quatre or Wufei and I. They won’t be able to survive the beating, much less your shot.” Trowa warned. Hiiro stopped.

“And what should I do? Stay here and kill you?”

“You need help Hiiro.” Quatre told him gently.

“Hnn.”

“There is no shame in getting help Hiiro.” Wufei added.

“Hnn.”

“Please Hiiro?” Duo chimed in. “As punishment for what you did to me?” Hiiro looked at his broken friend. He really looked. And then he nodded.

“As punishment.” The four pilots around him managed slight, forced smiles at each other. Hiiro was finally getting help. None could decide whether this day was a good one, or a bad one. *

~~~Do you think this is ok? It’s rated for a reason, but please don’t think all of it will be this dark. I promise it will have some humor… I hope… Much love, Vixen ~~~