Gold
By Shinigami Maxwell
Disclaimer: Yeah yeah...we all know the characters don't belong to me....la da da...
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" Take it!" The voice pleaded with him.
But no, he couldn't. He had worked with the boy long enough to know that even something as simple as a small trinket meant the world to the braided one. He would not take it.
"Please.." His voice was weaker this time and more desperate. His breathing was shallow and a bit wet. The bullet had pierced his lung.
"No." Was the simple reply.
"Heero...take it, please. Keep it for me." Weaker...
Heero couldn't bring himself to take the small gold cross that was in Duo's hand. Taking it would simply confirm the one thing that Heero was praying, to whoever would listen, wasn't true.
" I can get us out of here, baka. You're wasting time."
The foot steps from heavy boots could be heard running this way and that. They were coming and Heero knew that they would be found soon. The bullet had come out of nowhere. Heero was shocked by it but his instincts kicked in and he had somehow gotten Duo and himself into a hiding space beneath a stairwell in the lowest level of the OZ base.
"No, you can't. I'm dying and we both know it." His voice was barely louder then a whisper but the firmness in it compelled Heero to obey. "Take it!"
And he did. With a nod he grabbed the chain and said nothing. Duo's eyes held relief, and he smiled. Even when he was on the brink of death he smiled. "Now go.." Heero had to strain to hear those last words before Duo went limp in his arms. The blue eyed teen barely had a second to react before shouts could be heard not ten feet away. Taking one last look at the once vibrant and full of life Duo, he turned and ran.
~*~
It had been a week since then, but to Heero it may as well have been a million years. A lack of missions left him to do nothing. Wing was perfect, a result of Heero toiling over it every chance he got. The radio and tv were things he avoided. OZ liked to brag, and the death of a Gundam Pilot was no small feat. He now sat in his room staring out the window, a glazed look in his eyes. Heero and Duo weren't together. They were just friends. Close ones. It would have been something more....rather it could have been. But Heero had refused to admit to himself how much Duo meant to him. And now he was gone.
Gold glinted in the fading sunlight that streamed through Heero's window. In his hand he held Duo's cross. It was simple, small and it seemed so fragile. Just like Duo before he died. The room was silent and not even the hum of a laptop could be heard. *Heero!! Come on! You Do sleep don't you? Get off that laptop already!* Heero shook his head to avoid thinking about it more. The laptop had been given to Quatre. Heero couldn't deal with looking at it. He could barely sleep in the room that he had once shared with the violet eyed pilot. The others were shocked when he came back without Duo. Their expressions asked the question before any of them had opened their mouths. Heero didn't want to tell them. He just walked away. Let them find out themselves, he though then. He remembered Quatre's scream followed by crying that could be heard in any corner of the giant mansion they were in. He wasn't there to see how Wu Fei and Trowa took it, but he could guess. Duo was gone. But still Heero didn't want to believe that. Suddenly, Heero blinked and realized it was dark. The sun had set hours ago and his eyes hurt.....everything hurt....Silently, he got up from his seat by the window and slipped into Duo's bed and dreams of gun powder and blood.
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By Shinigami Maxwell
Disclaimer: Yeah yeah...we all know the characters don't belong to me....la da da...
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" Take it!" The voice pleaded with him.
But no, he couldn't. He had worked with the boy long enough to know that even something as simple as a small trinket meant the world to the braided one. He would not take it.
"Please.." His voice was weaker this time and more desperate. His breathing was shallow and a bit wet. The bullet had pierced his lung.
"No." Was the simple reply.
"Heero...take it, please. Keep it for me." Weaker...
Heero couldn't bring himself to take the small gold cross that was in Duo's hand. Taking it would simply confirm the one thing that Heero was praying, to whoever would listen, wasn't true.
" I can get us out of here, baka. You're wasting time."
The foot steps from heavy boots could be heard running this way and that. They were coming and Heero knew that they would be found soon. The bullet had come out of nowhere. Heero was shocked by it but his instincts kicked in and he had somehow gotten Duo and himself into a hiding space beneath a stairwell in the lowest level of the OZ base.
"No, you can't. I'm dying and we both know it." His voice was barely louder then a whisper but the firmness in it compelled Heero to obey. "Take it!"
And he did. With a nod he grabbed the chain and said nothing. Duo's eyes held relief, and he smiled. Even when he was on the brink of death he smiled. "Now go.." Heero had to strain to hear those last words before Duo went limp in his arms. The blue eyed teen barely had a second to react before shouts could be heard not ten feet away. Taking one last look at the once vibrant and full of life Duo, he turned and ran.
~*~
It had been a week since then, but to Heero it may as well have been a million years. A lack of missions left him to do nothing. Wing was perfect, a result of Heero toiling over it every chance he got. The radio and tv were things he avoided. OZ liked to brag, and the death of a Gundam Pilot was no small feat. He now sat in his room staring out the window, a glazed look in his eyes. Heero and Duo weren't together. They were just friends. Close ones. It would have been something more....rather it could have been. But Heero had refused to admit to himself how much Duo meant to him. And now he was gone.
Gold glinted in the fading sunlight that streamed through Heero's window. In his hand he held Duo's cross. It was simple, small and it seemed so fragile. Just like Duo before he died. The room was silent and not even the hum of a laptop could be heard. *Heero!! Come on! You Do sleep don't you? Get off that laptop already!* Heero shook his head to avoid thinking about it more. The laptop had been given to Quatre. Heero couldn't deal with looking at it. He could barely sleep in the room that he had once shared with the violet eyed pilot. The others were shocked when he came back without Duo. Their expressions asked the question before any of them had opened their mouths. Heero didn't want to tell them. He just walked away. Let them find out themselves, he though then. He remembered Quatre's scream followed by crying that could be heard in any corner of the giant mansion they were in. He wasn't there to see how Wu Fei and Trowa took it, but he could guess. Duo was gone. But still Heero didn't want to believe that. Suddenly, Heero blinked and realized it was dark. The sun had set hours ago and his eyes hurt.....everything hurt....Silently, he got up from his seat by the window and slipped into Duo's bed and dreams of gun powder and blood.
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