Final Cycle Through the Respiratory System
Or
Last Breath
The cold, unfeeling irredescence of space taunts me. The stars glitter like rare diamonds in an ebony sky, and I know somewhere out there, black holes were erupting, grand stars were being born, and other stars were collapsing in on themselves, exploding in giant balls of brilliant light.
I am going to die.
I've been trained for this, prepared for this for quite a while now. I am a soldier, a warrior. My life is meaningless, now. I guess it's always been. I'm nothing more than a mere soldier, who blindly stumbled upon the battlefield. I got lost, you could say, my hands becoming bloodied before I was able to find my way out.
Fate is a cruel thing. My life has been twisted in so many ways, with hatred, lies, death, bloodshed. Murder, backstabbing. Love is a rare thing. I guess you could say that my destiny lies in an intricate spider-web of painful strands, pulled tightly together, wrapped up to form a pathetic life.
I'm floating. Yes, I'm floating in space. I can almost still see, with my blurred and dying vision, the wreckage of my mobile suit drifting nearby. I can still almost see Quatre, in Wing ZERO, fighting Heero in the mobile suit issued by the enemy.
I can't breathe. I didn't think it was going to end like this. I thought I would die in battle, in the middle of a famed battle. Like I said, fate is cruel.
If I close my eyes now, I'm going to die.
Is there a reason to live? Is there a reason to walk on the ground, to breathe in the air, to consume food? Don't we all die? And when we die, aren't we forgotten about by the ones that love us?
Is it possible to be forgotton about when you have no loved ones?
Why do I struggle to keep my eyes open? I have no chance to live. None. I should close my eyes, accept my end, and put my weary, battle-torn soul to rest.
I don't know how, or why, I'm even slightly coherent. I don't know why I'm calm. Is it possible to be calm, breathing the last bit of oxygen you know you ever will?
Apparently so.
I just want to say goodbye. I don't know to what. My life? I am a nameless soldier, assuming the name of the head of the Barton family.
To my family? What family? Cathy will get along fine.
To Heero Yuy, the mechanical soldier? He is of value in this world.
To Duo Maxwell, the smiling, shadowed warrior? He was a "pal", so to put.
To Quatre Raberba Winner, the innocent soul? He was a friend. A true friend.
To Chang Wufei? Maybe he will complete my mission.
If, of course, Heero, Wufei, and Duo aren't all killed by the enemy.
I guess this is the end. I can almost feel my face turning blue, which I know isn't normal. My heart -- my cold, unfeeling heart -- pounds wildly against my ribcage, pumping blood that holds no oxygen to my body. My head feels light. I can't even feel my arms or legs.
My green eyes are half-lidded. I exhale my final breath, lips shaped, ready to say "Goodbye". And my heart stops.
I am Nanashi, the no-name soldier, and to this life I bid a farewell.
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A/N and Disclaimed: Don't own anything in this fic. The title is a joke, 'cuz I asked my friend Elly to help me with the name and that's what she gave me. *Waves* Oneechan.. just don't kill me. ^^() Ja minna. Drop me an email, or review, because I reeeeaaally 'preciate 'em. Serious! ^_^
