Standard disclaimers aply
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Little Lamb
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Warnings: well for one it's a death fic, and for annother
i can't spell, or anything. so yeah, have fun. sowwy! wu-kins is only
mentioned at the end (i think... *flips through the fic* yeah.. i
think. anyways enjoy)
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Heero coughed, his throat burning with bile. Lately he had
been feeling under the weather. But he couldn't pinpoint why. Oh,
sure it was cold and nasty outside, and none too pleasant inside,
but he was Heero Yuy; the Perfect Soldier. Cold wouldn't make him
sick.
As if to prove him wrong, his lungs started up annother fit
of coughing.
"Ne, Koi?" A husky voice said from the receses of Duo and
Heero's bed.
"Aa?" Heero said, closing his laptop carefully, lovingly.
Duo leavered himself up on an elbow, cocking head to
one side. He looked irresitable, with his masses of unbound cestnut
silk cascading over his naked shoulders. Duo's pale, soft skin
radiating warmth and musk. "Come to bed." The angelic boy said,
his features looking haunting in the dim light of pre-dawn. His
beautiful violet eyes heavey lidded, and his soft mouth turned up at
the corners.
Heero was going to protest, but he was cold, and so tired.
He stood in one fluid movement, exacting noise of aproval from his
braided lover, and promply colapsed in their bed. The familiar heat
and smell making him feel overwhelmingly tired.
Duo didn't push him, or ask him to do anything. He
understood the exhaustion, better than any one else ever could. Duo
understood everything, all the pain and guilt, the wearyness. The
loss of the will to live. /Maybe that's what's making me feel so
awful,/ he mused, eyes shut to the world, /maybe I'm not suposed to
feel this loss, maybe I'm not suposed to feel anything at all./
His mind grew fuzzy even as he thought the none too pleasant
thoughts. His beautiful Shinigami watching him, half lidded eyes
looking on wearily in the half dark.
Duo would keep him safe, as he would for his beloved.
Mutual, that's how their relationship had been for all these
monthes of tormoil and despair.
Duo was the light at the end of his tunnel of guilt and
pain, as he knew he was Duo's.
They drifted off to sleep in each other's arms. Safe. Home.
***
"Hee~ro! *Eat* something bakayaro! Your going to starve, and
then there wont be any cusion for my pushin'" He said, leering at
Heero.
"Duo," Heero said coolly.
"Hai?" The innocent boy said, his eyes round with feined
curiosity.
"Urusai." Heero said, grabing the tip of Duo's obserdly long
braid. /It's obserd, but you love it. Could you live with him any
different? Could you love him if he weren't the same?/ That annoying
little voice that told you steeling cookies before dinner is bad
said in his head.
/Yes./ Heero told the small voice sternly. /I could love him
if he was bald./ A small smile tugged at his lips from the thought.
But, obserd or not, Heero loved the silken masses of
chestnut and gold. So imesurably soft under his calloused hands. Duo
was more perfect than he could ever know. All Duo saw when he looked
in the mirror was Death, staring back with wide, violet eyes.
Heero saw so much more.
"I'm not hungmMMGH!"
Duo had taken advantage of Heero's open mouth by shoving a
*very* large fork full of fried potatos past Heero lips. He laughed
softly to himself, as Heero looked startled for a minute. But it was
only a minute. His expresion quickly realized it wasn't right, and
contorted - or uncontorted, as the case happened to be - back into
it's usual, stoic unemotional mask.
Heero had no choise but to chew the mouthful, but he glared
at Duo the whole time. "Baka." He mumbled, once he had swalowed. He
resumed his typing on that infernal peice of crap. As Duo so often
refered to it.
"So I've heard," Duo said wearly, but with a small smile
none the less.
Heero stared at the small computer screen, /That's
interesting./ He thought suspiciously. There was an encripted
message for Duo. And it required *his* password to start decrypting
it. "For you." He grunted, pushing the laptop so if faced Duo.
"Really?" The braided pilot said in bewilderment. "Why
didn't you read it?" He asked, placing his hands on the keys.
"It needs your password. Even I don't know it." Heero said,
watching Duo's reaction.
"That's because I change my password too much to update
you." The American said with a small husky laugh.
"Aa. Your nurotic."
"Hai." Duo said with a large grin. He typed in his password,
and the computer beeped with aproval. It started decoding the
message so that Duo could read it. It beeped once again when it was
done.
Duo looked at the screen, making sure to keep his face
plastered with his usual grin. /This is very disturbing./ He thought
to himself, fighting to keep his smile firmly in place. /This is
definatly NOT good./
"What is it?" Heero asked, trying to look over the other's
shoulder.
Duo skillfully avoided the question with annother question.
"Quatre? Do we have any more potatos?" and spun the lap top around
so that Heero couldn't see it.
"Hai, they're over here in the pan." Quatre said absently,
jerking his head towards the large pan still on the stove. Then
went back to the dishes in the sink.
Duo bounced up, fliped off the laptop and closed it. Then he
bounded over to the stove; grabbed a fork; and ate right out of the
pan.
"Baka." Heero snorted.
Duo looked up, his mouth full of potatos "Well it's not like
any one else is gonna eat 'um!"
Heero just sighed; and started coughing. But it subsided
quickly.
Quatre found Duo's potato antics very amusing.
"Duo, what was the message about?" Heero asked again.
"Just some reconisance. Nothing big. Dr. G thought I would
be best for it cause slippin' in and out unnoticed is my specialty."
Duo said with a wink.
"Aa." Was all Heero said.
"When do you leave?" Quatre asked, drying a plate.
"Oh I have a while. About a month actualy." He said, eyeing
said potatos, fork poised to dig in once again.
"Nani?" Heero said, he looked hurt...that is to say as hurt
as Heero 'Perfect Souldier' Yuy could look.
"You heard me." Duo said indignantly.
"Why on earth would they give you a monthes notification?"
"There's a lot of preparation to do. I have to make a fist
full of modifications on Shinigami before I can even atempt it. I
guess the Doctors desided to be nice for once." Duo said dryly.
But that wasn't all the braided boy wanted to say. Heero
could see his braided lover holding something back. The strain was
obvious - to him - in those bottomless violet eyes.
Heero coughed again, stiffling it behind a fist.
***
"Well," Duo said, rising from his place on the couch next to
Heero. "I'm tired, and if I want to be ready for my little mission,
I'll have to get modifying soon." He said with a streatch and a jaw
cracking yawn.
"Don't stay up to late" Quatre said with a wink and a
knowing smile.
"Ja ne." Duo said with a rueful smile and a wave over his
shoulder.
Duo walked into the hanger, fliping on four light switches.
Shinigami stood illuminated in the flurecent lights, his masive
form a constant reminder of Duo's pourpose in life. Of what he was,
and would be, forever.
Death, with his gleaming thermal scythe and cheerfully
insane eyes. He was Death, in a too femine body, in love with the
beautiful Perfect Soldeir, with his pale horse - er..his gundam.
And he was the happiest he had ever been since his child hood.
"Gomen Shinigami, but I'm gonna have to take you apart a
bit." He said to his cold metal partner. The modifications were
going to be a bitch.
***
"Heero!" Duo gasped. His lover was coughing constantly now,
and it was getting worse. Nothing he gave the Wing pilot was
helping. They had tried cough medicine, antibiotics, some viral
drugs, and even some illegal drugs.
Nothing had worked, and Duo's nearves were nearly gone. Heero
wasn't getting any better, and Duo only had half a month left.
He dashed over to Heero and caught him as he doubled over
in a particularly harsh coughing fit.
"I'm fine." Heero said between gasping and coughing.
"No your not. Lets get you some water and put you to bed. No
more computer for sick little Koi." Duo said, his concern for Heero
serfacing.
Heero noded, he knew that Duo was right. Duo flung one of
Heero's arms around his slender shoulders. Duo suported his Japanese
lover into the kitchen and got a glass of water and some Advil.
He hoped that Advil would help somehow.
Once Heero was safely tucked into bed, Duo got back to the
modifications he had to make to his Shinigami.
"Oi, partner, what do you think about Heero? Think he's gonna
be ok?"
Silence.
"Yeah me too. He's Heero, ne? 'Course he'll pull through.
Stupid of me to even think that way."
The only sounds were the click of the keys inside Shinigami's
cockpit, where Duo sat scrolling text.
He was nearly done the modifications.
***
"Get better Heero." Duo whispered sadly to his sleeping lover.
He thought it best to leave now, in the wee hours of the morning,
so that he wouldn't have to face Heero.
He had finished all his work on Deathscythe a week before his
departure, on what he, and the powers that be, though was going to be
his very last mission.
"I love you Heero. I will always love you Heero. Forever and
Always. Even after we're gone." The braided American said before
bending down to brush a soft kiss across Heero's lips. His kiss was
met with soft weazing breath. Heero still wasn't getting better.
Duo left the safehouse with his brows furrowed, worried over
his sick lover. He just hoped they would both be able to see each
other again.
***
As soon as Heero opened his eyes he knew something was wrong.
Duo wasn't there. There was only a lingering warmth and rumpled
sheets greeted him.
And then he remebered what day it was, and that Duo had been
gone for two days. Duo's mission. He had nothing to worry about. Duo
always came back, even if he was worse for wear, he always came back.
He would come back again. Forever.
Heero tried to get up to go into the kitchen, but as soon as
he tried to move, a wave of coughing hit him hard. His whole body
spasmed with the force of the coughing.
Quatre heard his hacking and came dashing into the room.
"Heero! Heero can you breath?" He sensibly asked. They had all stopped
asking if he was ok. Because he was obviously not.
Trowa came in on Quatre's heels. His concern showed in his
eyes, or his visible eye that is.
Heero couldn't stop coughing, he held his hands up to his
mouth to try and styffle the sound, but to no avail. Something warm
and sticky spattered on his hands. He removed them from his mouth, so
that he could get a look at the stuff.
His hands were covered in dark sticky blood, he was still
coughing, and he couldn't breath. He wouldn't be able to fule his
hacking. He slumped in his bed, utterly spent and exausted from
coughing. He was weazing heavily, and breathing was getting very hard.
"All right," Quatre said firmly, "Hospital time." And with
that Trowa lifted Heero in his arms and carried him to the car.
***
Duo felt a twinge in his chest. He didn't know how he knew,
but there was something very wrong with his koi.
An OZ soldier took advantage of Duo's lack of atention by
trusting his MS's claw strait trough Shinigami's chest.
Preasure built inside the cockpit, and water poured in the
dimly lit confines. The streams of water glittered in the light of
all the gadgets and monitors. Duo marvled in the beauty around him.
Death was more beautiful then he had ever thought.
Torents of angry bubbles streamed from the reckage of a once
proud moble suit, trying to fight their way the the surface. The
bubbles swirled aruond the suit, morning for the loss of it's pilot,
angry at the destruction.
***
Heero couldn't stop crying. But it made no sence. He wasn't
in pain anymore, and dying didn't frighten him. Duo's face danced
acros his vision.
He wasn't crying for himself, he was crying for Duo.
"No." He whispered horsely. "No no no no no no!" He shouted
into the white stearil hospital room. But his sudden outburst caused
a violent round of coughing.
When two nurses flung the door open, they found a flat line,
and a lot of blood.
"I'm terribly sorry," A very distrough nurese told a small
blond boy and his taller friend. His lungs were filled with blood,
and he didn't seem to want to live." She wrung her hands and looked
down at her crisp white clogs.
"Oh God." Quatre gasped and hid his face in Trowa's chest. The
coffee Quatre had been holding splashed all over the floor, the paper
cup crumpled under foot.
Trowa folded his arms around his blond angel, trying to fight
the tears in his eyes.
***
"Trowa," Quatre said, a sad smile playing across his lips,
"Look at this."
Quatre had cracked Duo's cod - it had been 'Heero' the one
thing that Heero would never have thought of - and looked at the
message that G had sent to his dead friend.
Trowas smoothed his black turtleneck, and walked over to
Quatre and Heero's laptop. He turned the screen so that he could read
the message.
=+=+=
Duo-
We are of the opinion that you are best suited for this mission.
Deathscythe is the best equiped for sneaking in and out unnoticed
and your skills as a terrorist are most refined in this feild.
But, this mission is going to be very dificult, even for you. We
believe that if any one can do this it is you, but be aware that
in most cases this would be a suiside mission.
You are to infiltrate an underwater OZ base, at the bottom of
the Picific Ocean, aprox. 20 miles under the sand and water. You
will need to make pressure controle modifications to your Gundam,
and you will need spare oxygen. A cockpit breach under these
contitions will kill you, nearly instantly. Heart failure and
brain malfuctions due to the pressure are your biggest obsacle.
Extreme cold is also a problem.
Once you gain entrance to the compound you will not have to
worry about the pressure. There is a highly sofisticated pressure
system in the base. But outside is most likely where most of your
fighting will occure. Be careful, you have one month and four
days (mission will begin March 20) to prepare.
Good luck, Duo Maxwell.
-G
=+=+=
"He knew he was going to die. That's why he never showed any
of us this thing." Quatre said, tears glitering on his cheeks in the
laptop light.
Wufei sat in the corner, his eyes gleaming with tears, his
hair unkempt and hanging loose. His usually white clothes had been
replaced with the black of mourning.
Soft sniffling and outright sobbing filled the small
safehouse. No one ate that day, no one slept. No one wanted to move,
or speak. They just wanted their friends back.
***
Two figures floated lazily across the marred surface of the
moon. Hand in hand, the figures watched as it tilted slowly on it's
gleaming silver axis.
"I'd always thought the moon was so desolate," One of them
mused, his long hair floating behind him in waves of chestnut silk,
bathed in the pearlesant light of the moons rays.
"Iie, it's beautiful." The other replied, turning to his
lover. "Mine." He proclaimed to the sky.
The long haired boy turned to his lover, "Hai, Heero." He
said with a weary voice. "I will always love you... Forever and
Always. Even after we are gone." He said quietly.
The two insubstancial figures floated down to earth, locked
in a kiss that lit their disent with firey sparks. Their misty feet
hit the ground as they broak apart.
"Duo," Heero sighed, on hand holding the braided boy around
his waist, the other settled firmly at the nape of Duo's neck,
tangled most pleasantly in Duo's hair. "It's time to go." He said
quietly.
"All right." Duo said with a sad smile. "But your going to
have to catch me first!" He laughed, dodging out of reach and
bounding away, across the silvery, moon lit landscape.
Heero sighed; smiled faintly; and gave chase.
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~OWARI~
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*sniffles* man, I dun think I'll be able to do that again...
*whipes tears away* well...maybe I will *wicked smile* hope ya liked
the little death ficish thing.
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Little Lamb
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Warnings: well for one it's a death fic, and for annother
i can't spell, or anything. so yeah, have fun. sowwy! wu-kins is only
mentioned at the end (i think... *flips through the fic* yeah.. i
think. anyways enjoy)
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Heero coughed, his throat burning with bile. Lately he had
been feeling under the weather. But he couldn't pinpoint why. Oh,
sure it was cold and nasty outside, and none too pleasant inside,
but he was Heero Yuy; the Perfect Soldier. Cold wouldn't make him
sick.
As if to prove him wrong, his lungs started up annother fit
of coughing.
"Ne, Koi?" A husky voice said from the receses of Duo and
Heero's bed.
"Aa?" Heero said, closing his laptop carefully, lovingly.
Duo leavered himself up on an elbow, cocking head to
one side. He looked irresitable, with his masses of unbound cestnut
silk cascading over his naked shoulders. Duo's pale, soft skin
radiating warmth and musk. "Come to bed." The angelic boy said,
his features looking haunting in the dim light of pre-dawn. His
beautiful violet eyes heavey lidded, and his soft mouth turned up at
the corners.
Heero was going to protest, but he was cold, and so tired.
He stood in one fluid movement, exacting noise of aproval from his
braided lover, and promply colapsed in their bed. The familiar heat
and smell making him feel overwhelmingly tired.
Duo didn't push him, or ask him to do anything. He
understood the exhaustion, better than any one else ever could. Duo
understood everything, all the pain and guilt, the wearyness. The
loss of the will to live. /Maybe that's what's making me feel so
awful,/ he mused, eyes shut to the world, /maybe I'm not suposed to
feel this loss, maybe I'm not suposed to feel anything at all./
His mind grew fuzzy even as he thought the none too pleasant
thoughts. His beautiful Shinigami watching him, half lidded eyes
looking on wearily in the half dark.
Duo would keep him safe, as he would for his beloved.
Mutual, that's how their relationship had been for all these
monthes of tormoil and despair.
Duo was the light at the end of his tunnel of guilt and
pain, as he knew he was Duo's.
They drifted off to sleep in each other's arms. Safe. Home.
***
"Hee~ro! *Eat* something bakayaro! Your going to starve, and
then there wont be any cusion for my pushin'" He said, leering at
Heero.
"Duo," Heero said coolly.
"Hai?" The innocent boy said, his eyes round with feined
curiosity.
"Urusai." Heero said, grabing the tip of Duo's obserdly long
braid. /It's obserd, but you love it. Could you live with him any
different? Could you love him if he weren't the same?/ That annoying
little voice that told you steeling cookies before dinner is bad
said in his head.
/Yes./ Heero told the small voice sternly. /I could love him
if he was bald./ A small smile tugged at his lips from the thought.
But, obserd or not, Heero loved the silken masses of
chestnut and gold. So imesurably soft under his calloused hands. Duo
was more perfect than he could ever know. All Duo saw when he looked
in the mirror was Death, staring back with wide, violet eyes.
Heero saw so much more.
"I'm not hungmMMGH!"
Duo had taken advantage of Heero's open mouth by shoving a
*very* large fork full of fried potatos past Heero lips. He laughed
softly to himself, as Heero looked startled for a minute. But it was
only a minute. His expresion quickly realized it wasn't right, and
contorted - or uncontorted, as the case happened to be - back into
it's usual, stoic unemotional mask.
Heero had no choise but to chew the mouthful, but he glared
at Duo the whole time. "Baka." He mumbled, once he had swalowed. He
resumed his typing on that infernal peice of crap. As Duo so often
refered to it.
"So I've heard," Duo said wearly, but with a small smile
none the less.
Heero stared at the small computer screen, /That's
interesting./ He thought suspiciously. There was an encripted
message for Duo. And it required *his* password to start decrypting
it. "For you." He grunted, pushing the laptop so if faced Duo.
"Really?" The braided pilot said in bewilderment. "Why
didn't you read it?" He asked, placing his hands on the keys.
"It needs your password. Even I don't know it." Heero said,
watching Duo's reaction.
"That's because I change my password too much to update
you." The American said with a small husky laugh.
"Aa. Your nurotic."
"Hai." Duo said with a large grin. He typed in his password,
and the computer beeped with aproval. It started decoding the
message so that Duo could read it. It beeped once again when it was
done.
Duo looked at the screen, making sure to keep his face
plastered with his usual grin. /This is very disturbing./ He thought
to himself, fighting to keep his smile firmly in place. /This is
definatly NOT good./
"What is it?" Heero asked, trying to look over the other's
shoulder.
Duo skillfully avoided the question with annother question.
"Quatre? Do we have any more potatos?" and spun the lap top around
so that Heero couldn't see it.
"Hai, they're over here in the pan." Quatre said absently,
jerking his head towards the large pan still on the stove. Then
went back to the dishes in the sink.
Duo bounced up, fliped off the laptop and closed it. Then he
bounded over to the stove; grabbed a fork; and ate right out of the
pan.
"Baka." Heero snorted.
Duo looked up, his mouth full of potatos "Well it's not like
any one else is gonna eat 'um!"
Heero just sighed; and started coughing. But it subsided
quickly.
Quatre found Duo's potato antics very amusing.
"Duo, what was the message about?" Heero asked again.
"Just some reconisance. Nothing big. Dr. G thought I would
be best for it cause slippin' in and out unnoticed is my specialty."
Duo said with a wink.
"Aa." Was all Heero said.
"When do you leave?" Quatre asked, drying a plate.
"Oh I have a while. About a month actualy." He said, eyeing
said potatos, fork poised to dig in once again.
"Nani?" Heero said, he looked hurt...that is to say as hurt
as Heero 'Perfect Souldier' Yuy could look.
"You heard me." Duo said indignantly.
"Why on earth would they give you a monthes notification?"
"There's a lot of preparation to do. I have to make a fist
full of modifications on Shinigami before I can even atempt it. I
guess the Doctors desided to be nice for once." Duo said dryly.
But that wasn't all the braided boy wanted to say. Heero
could see his braided lover holding something back. The strain was
obvious - to him - in those bottomless violet eyes.
Heero coughed again, stiffling it behind a fist.
***
"Well," Duo said, rising from his place on the couch next to
Heero. "I'm tired, and if I want to be ready for my little mission,
I'll have to get modifying soon." He said with a streatch and a jaw
cracking yawn.
"Don't stay up to late" Quatre said with a wink and a
knowing smile.
"Ja ne." Duo said with a rueful smile and a wave over his
shoulder.
Duo walked into the hanger, fliping on four light switches.
Shinigami stood illuminated in the flurecent lights, his masive
form a constant reminder of Duo's pourpose in life. Of what he was,
and would be, forever.
Death, with his gleaming thermal scythe and cheerfully
insane eyes. He was Death, in a too femine body, in love with the
beautiful Perfect Soldeir, with his pale horse - er..his gundam.
And he was the happiest he had ever been since his child hood.
"Gomen Shinigami, but I'm gonna have to take you apart a
bit." He said to his cold metal partner. The modifications were
going to be a bitch.
***
"Heero!" Duo gasped. His lover was coughing constantly now,
and it was getting worse. Nothing he gave the Wing pilot was
helping. They had tried cough medicine, antibiotics, some viral
drugs, and even some illegal drugs.
Nothing had worked, and Duo's nearves were nearly gone. Heero
wasn't getting any better, and Duo only had half a month left.
He dashed over to Heero and caught him as he doubled over
in a particularly harsh coughing fit.
"I'm fine." Heero said between gasping and coughing.
"No your not. Lets get you some water and put you to bed. No
more computer for sick little Koi." Duo said, his concern for Heero
serfacing.
Heero noded, he knew that Duo was right. Duo flung one of
Heero's arms around his slender shoulders. Duo suported his Japanese
lover into the kitchen and got a glass of water and some Advil.
He hoped that Advil would help somehow.
Once Heero was safely tucked into bed, Duo got back to the
modifications he had to make to his Shinigami.
"Oi, partner, what do you think about Heero? Think he's gonna
be ok?"
Silence.
"Yeah me too. He's Heero, ne? 'Course he'll pull through.
Stupid of me to even think that way."
The only sounds were the click of the keys inside Shinigami's
cockpit, where Duo sat scrolling text.
He was nearly done the modifications.
***
"Get better Heero." Duo whispered sadly to his sleeping lover.
He thought it best to leave now, in the wee hours of the morning,
so that he wouldn't have to face Heero.
He had finished all his work on Deathscythe a week before his
departure, on what he, and the powers that be, though was going to be
his very last mission.
"I love you Heero. I will always love you Heero. Forever and
Always. Even after we're gone." The braided American said before
bending down to brush a soft kiss across Heero's lips. His kiss was
met with soft weazing breath. Heero still wasn't getting better.
Duo left the safehouse with his brows furrowed, worried over
his sick lover. He just hoped they would both be able to see each
other again.
***
As soon as Heero opened his eyes he knew something was wrong.
Duo wasn't there. There was only a lingering warmth and rumpled
sheets greeted him.
And then he remebered what day it was, and that Duo had been
gone for two days. Duo's mission. He had nothing to worry about. Duo
always came back, even if he was worse for wear, he always came back.
He would come back again. Forever.
Heero tried to get up to go into the kitchen, but as soon as
he tried to move, a wave of coughing hit him hard. His whole body
spasmed with the force of the coughing.
Quatre heard his hacking and came dashing into the room.
"Heero! Heero can you breath?" He sensibly asked. They had all stopped
asking if he was ok. Because he was obviously not.
Trowa came in on Quatre's heels. His concern showed in his
eyes, or his visible eye that is.
Heero couldn't stop coughing, he held his hands up to his
mouth to try and styffle the sound, but to no avail. Something warm
and sticky spattered on his hands. He removed them from his mouth, so
that he could get a look at the stuff.
His hands were covered in dark sticky blood, he was still
coughing, and he couldn't breath. He wouldn't be able to fule his
hacking. He slumped in his bed, utterly spent and exausted from
coughing. He was weazing heavily, and breathing was getting very hard.
"All right," Quatre said firmly, "Hospital time." And with
that Trowa lifted Heero in his arms and carried him to the car.
***
Duo felt a twinge in his chest. He didn't know how he knew,
but there was something very wrong with his koi.
An OZ soldier took advantage of Duo's lack of atention by
trusting his MS's claw strait trough Shinigami's chest.
Preasure built inside the cockpit, and water poured in the
dimly lit confines. The streams of water glittered in the light of
all the gadgets and monitors. Duo marvled in the beauty around him.
Death was more beautiful then he had ever thought.
Torents of angry bubbles streamed from the reckage of a once
proud moble suit, trying to fight their way the the surface. The
bubbles swirled aruond the suit, morning for the loss of it's pilot,
angry at the destruction.
***
Heero couldn't stop crying. But it made no sence. He wasn't
in pain anymore, and dying didn't frighten him. Duo's face danced
acros his vision.
He wasn't crying for himself, he was crying for Duo.
"No." He whispered horsely. "No no no no no no!" He shouted
into the white stearil hospital room. But his sudden outburst caused
a violent round of coughing.
When two nurses flung the door open, they found a flat line,
and a lot of blood.
"I'm terribly sorry," A very distrough nurese told a small
blond boy and his taller friend. His lungs were filled with blood,
and he didn't seem to want to live." She wrung her hands and looked
down at her crisp white clogs.
"Oh God." Quatre gasped and hid his face in Trowa's chest. The
coffee Quatre had been holding splashed all over the floor, the paper
cup crumpled under foot.
Trowa folded his arms around his blond angel, trying to fight
the tears in his eyes.
***
"Trowa," Quatre said, a sad smile playing across his lips,
"Look at this."
Quatre had cracked Duo's cod - it had been 'Heero' the one
thing that Heero would never have thought of - and looked at the
message that G had sent to his dead friend.
Trowas smoothed his black turtleneck, and walked over to
Quatre and Heero's laptop. He turned the screen so that he could read
the message.
=+=+=
Duo-
We are of the opinion that you are best suited for this mission.
Deathscythe is the best equiped for sneaking in and out unnoticed
and your skills as a terrorist are most refined in this feild.
But, this mission is going to be very dificult, even for you. We
believe that if any one can do this it is you, but be aware that
in most cases this would be a suiside mission.
You are to infiltrate an underwater OZ base, at the bottom of
the Picific Ocean, aprox. 20 miles under the sand and water. You
will need to make pressure controle modifications to your Gundam,
and you will need spare oxygen. A cockpit breach under these
contitions will kill you, nearly instantly. Heart failure and
brain malfuctions due to the pressure are your biggest obsacle.
Extreme cold is also a problem.
Once you gain entrance to the compound you will not have to
worry about the pressure. There is a highly sofisticated pressure
system in the base. But outside is most likely where most of your
fighting will occure. Be careful, you have one month and four
days (mission will begin March 20) to prepare.
Good luck, Duo Maxwell.
-G
=+=+=
"He knew he was going to die. That's why he never showed any
of us this thing." Quatre said, tears glitering on his cheeks in the
laptop light.
Wufei sat in the corner, his eyes gleaming with tears, his
hair unkempt and hanging loose. His usually white clothes had been
replaced with the black of mourning.
Soft sniffling and outright sobbing filled the small
safehouse. No one ate that day, no one slept. No one wanted to move,
or speak. They just wanted their friends back.
***
Two figures floated lazily across the marred surface of the
moon. Hand in hand, the figures watched as it tilted slowly on it's
gleaming silver axis.
"I'd always thought the moon was so desolate," One of them
mused, his long hair floating behind him in waves of chestnut silk,
bathed in the pearlesant light of the moons rays.
"Iie, it's beautiful." The other replied, turning to his
lover. "Mine." He proclaimed to the sky.
The long haired boy turned to his lover, "Hai, Heero." He
said with a weary voice. "I will always love you... Forever and
Always. Even after we are gone." He said quietly.
The two insubstancial figures floated down to earth, locked
in a kiss that lit their disent with firey sparks. Their misty feet
hit the ground as they broak apart.
"Duo," Heero sighed, on hand holding the braided boy around
his waist, the other settled firmly at the nape of Duo's neck,
tangled most pleasantly in Duo's hair. "It's time to go." He said
quietly.
"All right." Duo said with a sad smile. "But your going to
have to catch me first!" He laughed, dodging out of reach and
bounding away, across the silvery, moon lit landscape.
Heero sighed; smiled faintly; and gave chase.
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~OWARI~
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*sniffles* man, I dun think I'll be able to do that again...
*whipes tears away* well...maybe I will *wicked smile* hope ya liked
the little death ficish thing.