Standard disclaimers apply to this fic. I do not own Heero, Duo, Quatre, Gundam wing, Japan or anything remotely connected to them. It's just baaad fic writing.
This fic is shounen ai, and a deathfic. If you're sensitive then don't read it.
I Knew You
It was cold outside. Very, very cold. It seemed an oddly fitting way to say goodbye to the cheerful Shinigami pilot. Heero's eyes focused on the open grave in front of him, attempting to come to terms with what had happened.
"Heero, Heero I love you,"
His eyes glinted coldly. The fool, exposing himself like that.
"Heero don't go, I'm sorry,"
Never listening. Throwing away the most important thing because of fear.
The wind wrapped itself around him. The bitterness of the cold was nothing compared to the realization that Heero would never see the violet-eyed pilot again. He would never be able to pull on Duo's chestnut braid, never call him baka, never wake up to Duo's gentle snoring.
He was gone.
Up above a cold rain began to fall as if God himself were looking down in disapproval. Crying for Duo. He deserved that much. But he deserved so much more than this.
Duo deserved to live.
/And I did this to him/
"Heero I don't know what I'll do without you. You can't go. Please don't leave me."
"You'll go on. Get over it baka. I never loved you."
And then Heero turned and left him. Then was startled by the loud crack that followed. Turned to see Duo slumped on the floor blood falling from his chest an almost cheerful look on his face.
Duo, smiling even in death.
"He was so cold," Heero whispered shaking from the chill that descended him. "I did this to him."
Heero jumped as he felt a warm hand on his back. Quatre.
"Are you sure you'll be all right Heero," Quatre asked, his aqua eyes full of concern and compassion. Heero brusquely shook him off.
"I'll be fine," he snapped angrily. "Why wouldn't I be?"
"Oh Heero," Quatre said sadly. He turned and walked back to Trowa, leaving Heero to the newly falling rain, and his own self-pity.
Heero stood bye the grave long after everyone else had left. Exhausted Heero finally gave in to the emotions that had been ravaging him for days. He began to sob, his tears mingling with the rain.
"I'm sorry," he screamed at the top of his lungs. "I'm sorry,"
It wouldn't work. Duo was dead. And soon Heero would be joining him.
