Doushite
Author: Daemonchan
Warnings: Heero angst
--lyrics borrowed from
Rent by Jonathan Larson. I just couldn't get them out of my head ^_^
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Because reason
says...I should have died three years ago...
Heero sighed as his feet
sank into the warm sand of the beach. His legs were bare to the knee and he
wore a loose white shirt that revealed his heavily muscled chest.
He picked up a stray
rock, throwing into the oncoming white of the breaking wave. He put all his
frustration into the throw, not really surprised when he didn't feel any better
even after the stone disappeared into the thick foam.
I should have died
three years ago...
Why was he so angry?
Heero had asked himself the same question a billion times since he had found
himself on the road to this particular strip of sand...the same strip he had
washed up on three years ago.
The war was over. So why
couldn't he be happy now? Heero had thought it over in the months following
Marimeia's downfall, from recovering from the destruction of the Wing Custom,
until he gave up being Relena's bodyguard.
The answer had come to
him on a very stormy night, right after he had seen Duo with his salvage
operation on L2.
He was still here.
He was alive, when by all
rights he should have died a thousand times over. He never should have made it
through the first detonation of the Gundam Wing. He should have died after he
took out the falling meteor with the Wing Zero.
Because reason
says...I should've died three years ago...
He walked forward into
the surf, his feet tingling in the sudden cold. He waded out until his long
shorts were soaked with brine, the white shirt clinging to his waist.
He had nothing to lose
now. He had fulfilled his purpose...killed everyone he had been ordered to.
Protected a girl who had brought about peace to the world and colonies.
Should've died...
He stared into the red
sunset, arms raised as the next wave tried to push him back to shore. He
withstood the power and walked ahead.
Should have died...
~*Owari*~
