*Notes: This story is written from two points of view, Heero's and Duo's. It will switch back in forth throughout the story to give each character's view on the occurring events.
*Disclaimer: I do not, never have, and, sadly, never will own any characters from any of the anime shows I love; I'm only borrowing them for a little while. ^_~
Please let me know what you think! Comments motivate me to write more. ^_^
Until the Sunrise
(Heero's Point of View)
As the sun set, I could feel the cool, moist night air settle around my room. It was heavy and damp against my clammy skin. Long shadow fell across the walls creating abstract pictures that danced with the changing light. Millions of thoughts wandered incessantly in and out of my head as I lay motionless on the bed. The pain in my side had changed from an intense ache to a dull throb, but I continued to ignore it. The blood from the wound had seeped through the material of my tank top and was now forming a dark stain on the sheets beneath me. All of my survival skills were screaming at me to take care of myself, but I refused to give in to them.
My life had always been one full of confusion and pain, which I hid under the mask of a perfect soldier. My training had caused me to always be precise in my actions, and allowed me no room to turn back once I had chosen my path. Then things had seemed to be set in stone, unquestionable, irreversible. Now nothing seemed sure. My mind remained full of doubts and I felt I had little left to live for. There was nothing left to motivate my will to survive. No longer did anyone seem to have a need for soldiers.
As my mind drifted, I found myself thinking back on my companions, my friends. Duo, Trowa, Quatre, Wufei, we had all been through so much together, but now it had been so long since I had seen any of them. I guess after the war none of us were quite sure what to do with ourselves. We were all so used to the way things were, the way things had always been for us. Life had been a game of survival with very real stakes. Now that all of that was over, no one wanted to stay in the same place, so we all moved on, eventually. Some faces were just harder for me to let go of and move away from, but all of us had different dreams and aspirations. We all wanted something different out of life. At first we attempted to stay in touch, mailing and e-mailing letters back and forth and every once in awhile, getting together. As time went on, it became harder. Some of us had managed to start all over again, and were now too busy to even try. I wasn't too busy; I just didn't try.
Before today, it had been almost six months since I had contacted any of them. Today, something in me missed all of the social aspects that had slowly faded from my life. I don't usually seek out others to talk to; however today, I did. I longed for someone to speak to, perhaps just a familiar voice of comfort in the midst of chaos. I found no one, nothing but the continual rings of an unanswered phone. Perhaps if I had found what I was looking for, I wouldn't be lying here, letting my life slip slowly through my fingers. Life is cheap, especially mine.