Song of the Motherless Orphan 2/?
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yellowhordeDisclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing and I make no money from this or any other story I write.
Pairings: None
Category: Angst, poem-fic
Rating: R Warnings: I don't know. Duo torture, perhaps?
Title: Song of the Motherless Orphan
Author: yellowhorde
Status: Dead
Note: This story is inspired by a poem that is from what is supposed to be the only known book of ancient Mayan lyrical poetry in existence, 'Y-Kolon- Che, the songs of Dzitbalche.' 'The Mourning Song of the Poor Motherless Orphan' was transcribed by Ah Bam and translated by John Curl // Lines from the poem // (Thought)
//Two days ago my friends died And left me insecure Vulnerable, alone. Ay ay!//
Listlessly Duo wandered the streets, as night descended upon the colony, his heart heavy and his mind burdened. He had been walking all day and had paid no attention to where his feet took him, not that it really mattered one way or another to him now. It had been two days since Solo's death and Duo's eyes were red from all the tears he had shed. It wasn't fair that he had lived while his friend had died and misery welled up in his soul for he believed that he had failed Solo when he had needed him most.
Duo's one goal now was to gather up his friends again. They were all the family he had now, and family always took care of family. Solo had taught him that. But he didn't know where to look. Fear of the plague had sent the children into a blind panic and they had scattered like autumn leaves before the wind. Tracking them down would be a difficult and time- consuming task.
Hundreds of questions filled Duo's mind as he walked aimlessly. Once he found them, where would they stay? And for how long? The warehouse, although certainly big enough, had been drafty and practically falling apart around their ears. Before he had fallen ill, Solo had been searching for a more suitable location, but he had been unsuccessful. What would they eat? The authorities and vendors had been unusually vigilant of late making it next to impossible to steal enough food for one child let alone a whole group of them.
Duo's new self-imposed responsibilities weighed heavily on his heart and mind. He missed Solo so much. He had always known what to do in any given situation. He had been their leader, their guiding light.
What would they do without him?
//That day I was alone And put myself Into a stranger's hands. Ay ay, my Lord!//
A loud rumbling from his stomach pierced the darkness that threatened to engulf Duo. Quickly, the child glanced about him hoping to see a fruit vendor or store where he might be able to snatch a few morsels from, but the streets were dark and deserted and the only sounds to be heard were the distant raucous laughter from a nearby bar. Red neon lights lit up the night with ugly indifference. The vendors had closed shop and returned to their homes long ago.
Home.
Duo's heart ached as fresh tears pooled in his eyes. That one word held promises of love and comfort. Of hot meals and laughter. A place where you were safe and warm. Would he ever know such bliss and happiness? With Solo and the others Duo had had a home of sorts. They may have often been cold and hungry but they had been together and they had cared deeply for each other.
Was there a home somewhere out there for him?
TO BE CONTINUED.
Pairings: None
Category: Angst, poem-fic
Rating: R Warnings: I don't know. Duo torture, perhaps?
Title: Song of the Motherless Orphan
Author: yellowhorde
Status: Dead
Note: This story is inspired by a poem that is from what is supposed to be the only known book of ancient Mayan lyrical poetry in existence, 'Y-Kolon- Che, the songs of Dzitbalche.' 'The Mourning Song of the Poor Motherless Orphan' was transcribed by Ah Bam and translated by John Curl // Lines from the poem // (Thought)
//Two days ago my friends died And left me insecure Vulnerable, alone. Ay ay!//
Listlessly Duo wandered the streets, as night descended upon the colony, his heart heavy and his mind burdened. He had been walking all day and had paid no attention to where his feet took him, not that it really mattered one way or another to him now. It had been two days since Solo's death and Duo's eyes were red from all the tears he had shed. It wasn't fair that he had lived while his friend had died and misery welled up in his soul for he believed that he had failed Solo when he had needed him most.
Duo's one goal now was to gather up his friends again. They were all the family he had now, and family always took care of family. Solo had taught him that. But he didn't know where to look. Fear of the plague had sent the children into a blind panic and they had scattered like autumn leaves before the wind. Tracking them down would be a difficult and time- consuming task.
Hundreds of questions filled Duo's mind as he walked aimlessly. Once he found them, where would they stay? And for how long? The warehouse, although certainly big enough, had been drafty and practically falling apart around their ears. Before he had fallen ill, Solo had been searching for a more suitable location, but he had been unsuccessful. What would they eat? The authorities and vendors had been unusually vigilant of late making it next to impossible to steal enough food for one child let alone a whole group of them.
Duo's new self-imposed responsibilities weighed heavily on his heart and mind. He missed Solo so much. He had always known what to do in any given situation. He had been their leader, their guiding light.
What would they do without him?
//That day I was alone And put myself Into a stranger's hands. Ay ay, my Lord!//
A loud rumbling from his stomach pierced the darkness that threatened to engulf Duo. Quickly, the child glanced about him hoping to see a fruit vendor or store where he might be able to snatch a few morsels from, but the streets were dark and deserted and the only sounds to be heard were the distant raucous laughter from a nearby bar. Red neon lights lit up the night with ugly indifference. The vendors had closed shop and returned to their homes long ago.
Home.
Duo's heart ached as fresh tears pooled in his eyes. That one word held promises of love and comfort. Of hot meals and laughter. A place where you were safe and warm. Would he ever know such bliss and happiness? With Solo and the others Duo had had a home of sorts. They may have often been cold and hungry but they had been together and they had cared deeply for each other.
Was there a home somewhere out there for him?
TO BE CONTINUED.
