Reflection of Heero straight after peace descends on Space. A reload.
Wish Of An Old Soldier
By DSA
I want to die.
'The war is over....'
I want to die.
'Yes, it really is.'
I want to die.
'...Toast this with...'
Voices are faded in and out of Heero's conscious. Unconsciously he pulled at Wing's controls, seeking comfort from its coolness.
'...Heero? Oy, did you hear me Heero, I said....'
I want to die....
'I heard you.'
His mouth moved on its own. Heero stared glassy eyed at his screen panel. Duo appeared on screen.
'Then it's a promise, okay? Let's celebrate this together.'
'....'
'Heero...?' An odd expression past Duo's face. 'Are you okay'
No.
'Yes'
'Liar.'
How did he know?
'Tell me what's wrong?' Duo's voice suddenly grew louder and clearer. He had switched to a private channel. 'Don't lie to me. I can tell something's-'
The screen went suddenly blank. Heero had switched the screen off. The hand which he had pressed the off switch with rested steadily against the switch, its finger outstretched in a perfect line.
'Nothing is wrong,' he stated to the blank screen.
I want to die.
'All missions... completed'
The war was over. And so was his life.
Fin.
(Not death fict- the end reflects a desire when one realises... one is useless).