Quatre's sidestory: Grief
I remember that day, as clearly as my memory will ever do. It had started as any Saturday had since the war. I can almost feel the warmth of my lover sipping into my back, as I laid spooned against him, and listening as the alarm clock ringed. For a second I had considered turning it of, and going back to sleep, but duty stopped me. I had to be at HQ in an hour, and it wouldn't be a good idea to make Une wait.
A soft kiss and a shower later, and I was on my way. Half-way there, I knew something was wrong. My space heart knew, even before the call came, that something BAD had happened. Yes, it practically screamed the capital letters at me.
I was in a full blown run by the time I got to the command center. I can clearly remember everyone's stunned expressions when I ran into the room and asked what was wrong. The stunned expressions turned to surprise, as the informed me that nothing was wrong, that all missions were going well, and.
The man never did finish his sentence, as Duo's voice came from the speakers. It's detachment frightened me more than anything, I had never heard him speak like that.
-"This is Preventer Duo Maxwell. Mission status: complete, one agent down. I'm requesting a cleanup crew to this coordinates. Transmitting."
Sally told me that I looked as white as a sheet when I ran into Une's office to relay Duo's message. One down. Hell, I hadn't even been told who Duo's partner for that mission had been, and yet, somewhere deep inside, I knew there was only one person that could make Shinigami act that way. I had seen it all too clearly after Siberia.
I've never seen a more hellish battlefield than the one we arrived to, four hours later. Whatever Duo did to win that fight on his own, I didn't (and still don't) want to know. We found Duo curled up in Deathscythe's cockpit, crying like a baby. He barely managed to explain what happened before Sally decided that he needed to be sedated.
We searched for days, but we found nothing except charred bodies. No-one in the area, except Duo, had survived that battle.
The funeral was a week later. A small, very simple affair, that left us all wanting. for conclusion. for the friend that was gone. the friend we all desperately hoped had somehow survived.
I remember that day, as clearly as my memory will ever do. It had started as any Saturday had since the war. I can almost feel the warmth of my lover sipping into my back, as I laid spooned against him, and listening as the alarm clock ringed. For a second I had considered turning it of, and going back to sleep, but duty stopped me. I had to be at HQ in an hour, and it wouldn't be a good idea to make Une wait.
A soft kiss and a shower later, and I was on my way. Half-way there, I knew something was wrong. My space heart knew, even before the call came, that something BAD had happened. Yes, it practically screamed the capital letters at me.
I was in a full blown run by the time I got to the command center. I can clearly remember everyone's stunned expressions when I ran into the room and asked what was wrong. The stunned expressions turned to surprise, as the informed me that nothing was wrong, that all missions were going well, and.
The man never did finish his sentence, as Duo's voice came from the speakers. It's detachment frightened me more than anything, I had never heard him speak like that.
-"This is Preventer Duo Maxwell. Mission status: complete, one agent down. I'm requesting a cleanup crew to this coordinates. Transmitting."
Sally told me that I looked as white as a sheet when I ran into Une's office to relay Duo's message. One down. Hell, I hadn't even been told who Duo's partner for that mission had been, and yet, somewhere deep inside, I knew there was only one person that could make Shinigami act that way. I had seen it all too clearly after Siberia.
I've never seen a more hellish battlefield than the one we arrived to, four hours later. Whatever Duo did to win that fight on his own, I didn't (and still don't) want to know. We found Duo curled up in Deathscythe's cockpit, crying like a baby. He barely managed to explain what happened before Sally decided that he needed to be sedated.
We searched for days, but we found nothing except charred bodies. No-one in the area, except Duo, had survived that battle.
The funeral was a week later. A small, very simple affair, that left us all wanting. for conclusion. for the friend that was gone. the friend we all desperately hoped had somehow survived.