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by: Chiri-chan

hiya guys... this is a journal I did for my composition honors class while I was very depressed... of course, I won't tell my friends I was depressed at that time, but that's ok. it involves a 3x4, which is YAOI!!!! and remember people, it's a DEATHFIC!!! that means DEATH!!!! which in turn means people DIE! ok, now with that said, I'm going to tell you, it's a very very short fic, and if I get depressed enough, then I might just write a prequel, to show how it happened. thank you for your time.

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"Quatre, please, don't speak!" sobbed Trowa, his breath coming in short ragged breaths. Quatre lay in his blood-covered arms, wearing a look of pain.

"Trowa, you know... there was always someth..."Started Quatre, but was cut off by Trowa's warm lips on his own.

"Bakayarou...I'm going to get you out of here, so don't waste your energy talking! save that for Duo, when him and Heero meet up with us!" yelled Trowa, tears streaming down his one visible eye. He gently picked up Quatre, and ignoring the gaping hole in the blonde's stomach, continued down the too-quiet hall.

"Trowa... you'll never make it out if you're carrying me. What if we run into more guards?" gasped Quatre, it now obvious that his breathing was very labored. he was also getting cold to the touch in Trowa's arms, but didn't let that get to him. ::once you get Quatre out, you can all be a happy family again...maybe even make a family.::

"Then I'll take them out. After all, they were the ones that did that to you." growled Trowa viciously, running around a corner, then stopped when he heard Quatre cough.

"Hold on, Quatre, I'll try to find us a vacant room, then I can patch you up till we can see Sally Po." said Trowa, starting to walk away.

"Trowa... Don't leave me...!" cried Quatre in pain, reaching out for Trowa; Crystal blue eyes tearing from the hurt.

Trowa knelt and kissed Quatre's tears away, then held the blonde as close as he could without damaging his already bleeding body. " I will never leave you, little one. I love you too much to do that. I promise on my own life that we will always be together."

Quatre gave one of his peaceful smiles, and leaned into Trowa's warm embrace. "Then also promise me that you'll get out alive... I love you too...Trowa..." gasped Quatre, then gave out a final sigh, and rested his head on Trowa's chest.

"Quatre?"

"........................"

"QUATRE!!!!!!!!!" Sobbed Trowa, not caring who his cries alerted. He had lost the only friend and companion he'd ever really known.... and also his first love.

Trowa got up just as the door opened on the side of the hall, and murmured, "I can't keep your promise, Quatre. I first promised you that I'd never leave you; NO MATTER WHAT!!"

The guard walked up, but never noticed the dead look in Trowa's eyes. He was also too late to see the pin Trowa had pulled out of the grenade held in his hand.

Trowa held the grenade to his heart, and waited to be reunited with Quatre again; his soul mate.

TBC..... maybe...

I hope I get responses for this... this really drained me emotionally..... dunno why... maybe it's cuz this fic actually came from a perspective that, since I don't like writing deathfics AT ALL, came as a shock to me. I never try to write this kinda stuff, only humor. but if people think I'm good at writing it, then I'll try to write more.