A/N: Hello one and all, haven't updated in over a year due to 1) no internet access until recently 2) too lazy to write 3) lost my thumb drive containing my fiction and have suffered writer's depression. So this is my first in over a year. Also, remarkably I wrote this in thirty minutes at work on my break, so give me a little leniency if it's not great.
Disclaimer: Don't own don't gain, simply to entertain.
"Hey Heero, do you know why the sun sets red?"
"Because Duo, red light travels the farthest of all the color spectrum that make up a sunset."
Duo tilted his head at the information as he gazed into the red and gold light that was sinking into the night. "Really? I've always heard something different."
Heero would usually just ignore the braided boy as he sat on the grassy slope side, overlooking the fuming destruction of an OZ base, but he decided to humor him. Hn, maybe he was spending too much time with the baka. "What did you hear?"
Duo was silent for a moment. "Father Maxwell always told me that the sun set red because the blood of all the people who died would stain the sky, and it would allow people to mourn over their loved ones always, so they would never forget them and all that."
"Hn." Heero just went back to typing on his ever present laptop, and he almost missed what Duo said next.
"Maybe that's why the sunset over a battlefield is always the reddest."
Heero was transported back to the present, where another OZ base was destroyed and another sunset was glowing in the sky. He walked down the prairie that was behind the destruction until he sat on a rise, where he continued to watch the sun dip below the horizon into darkness. This battle had been one of the bloodiest yet, and Heero himself was the worse for wear, with multiple wounds scattered about his still form. But he didn't care about them. Just immersing himself in the past, where a smile could fix everything, and a joke and a prank could cause him to forget ever being angry or upset. But a smile couldn't fix this.
Nothing could fix this.
Heero gazed over the battlefield one last time before setting his Prussian blue eyes on the pale and bloody form of the Shinigami. The God of Death. Duo.
"You weren't supposed to die today Duo," Heero said, like they were conversing about the weather and his best friend and partner was still breathing, "You said you were going to be the last one of us to go. You said that you would be the one to lead all of us to those pearly gates you kept talking about. Was that a lie, Duo? Will you leave us all with a lie as your final memory? You said you never lied…"
The sun finally hid itself from the world, resting its tired face for tomorrow, to be replaced with its glowing white counterpart the moon.
Heero sighed and gazed up at the moon, the final lingering lights of the sunset in the distance, quickly going from blistering red into a deep violet. Like his eyes were.
Were. Heero tried to shake his head of the thought and turned his attention back the lights of heaven. Hn, heaven, maybe he did spend too much time with him. Maybe he should've spent more.
With the last of the blood red dipping into the skyline, Heero thought, for the first time, that maybe Duo had been the one who was right after all.
A/N: Buttons here, if you have time to read the fiction, then you have enough time to give me a five word review. Please R&R, I do this for learning too you know.
Ja ne~