Here's To The Night…A
Song Fic
By: Eve Six
So denied, so I lied?
Are you the now or never kind?
Heero read the letter again to make
sure he had read it correctly. It was from Dr. J.
"But how did it get here? Heero asked himself. "Dr. J. is
dead and has been for 6 years. How could a letter from him dated just before he
was killed be getting here now, six years later?" Heero assumed that it had
just been a simple mistake on the mail service's part. After all it looked like
it had been forwarded a few times. Heero read the letter again.
A.C.
195, Dec. 22
Heero,
Your
last mission is to kill yourself. After this war is over you will be needed no
longer. Pass this message on to the other pilots. You have 24 hours from when
you get this letter to complete this mission.
Dr.
J.
Heero threw
the letter down on the table beside the door to his small apartment and started
to walk away but then turned back. He cursed under his breath then stated
emotionlessly, "Mission accepted."
In a day and a day love I'm gonna be gone for good again.
Are you willing to be had?
Are you cool with just tonight?
Heero
reached for the phone and paused before he dialed. He thought of whom he should
call. "Should I call Relena and tell her what I'm about to do? No," He answered
himself, "she would just try to stop me. I'll tell the boys and no one else."
Heero called each of the boys and it was decided that it would be done that
night. Before midnight they would all be dead. The world would be rid of the
Gundam pilots that brought nothing but destruction…and peace after 2 wars.
Here's a toast to all those who hear me all too well.
Heero
unlocked the door to his apartment and set the case of beer on the floor beside
the door. He closed and locked the door for the last time. Figuring he would
just get drunk and then shoot him self or something? He would figure it out
when the time came.
Trowa took
a can of beer out of his fridge in his trailer and sat at the small kitchen
table. He hadn't figured out how he would go about the "deed" but he still had
a couple of hours before midnight to figure it out.
Here's to the night.
Sweet felt alive.
Duo
walked into the bar and made his way to the counter. He sat at a stool and
ordered a strong drink. Like Heero he figured he would just get drunk as hell
and then just before he passed out he figured he would just take the handful of
pills he just happened to have in his pocket.
Here's to the tears you knew you'd cry.
Quatre
locked himself in his room and poured himself a glass of expensive champagne
and slouched against the wall swirling the liquid around in his glass. He let
one tear escape and then another and another. He slowly lowered himself to the
ground and with his back leaning against the wall, took another sip.
Here's to goodbye.
Tomorrow's gonna come too soon.
Wufei
got out of the car and took another drink from the bottle he held in his hand.
He stepped onto the deserted beach and walked toward the surf. "Meiran loved
the water." Wufei thought taking another drink.
Put your name on the line, along with place and time.
Before
getting drunk Heero decided to boot up his laptop once more. He sat for a long
moment and then, after some thought, he opened a writing program and stared at
the blank screen for a minute. Finally he typed. He put his code name and his
real name and the date. He slowly began to explain what he was about to do and
why he was doing it. He then went a little further and decided to tell about
his childhood and how he had become a Gundam pilot. He kept writing. Anything
that came into his mind he wrote down. It would be a record, a record of what
it was like to be a Gundam pilot.
I wanna stay.
About to go.
I wanna ditch the logical.
Here's a toast to all those who hear me all to well.
Duo
tried to focus on the watch on his wrist. He tried to make out the time but he
just couldn't seem to get it. All he knew was that it was almost midnight. He
had to do it soon before he passed out. He reached into his pocket and pulled
out a few of the pills. He popped them in his mouth and swallowed them with a
sip from his glass; he had lost count of what number this was. He reached in
his pocket again and pulled out more pills. He didn't bother to count how many.
He swallowed again and again reached into his pocket for the last of the pills.
He swallowed these and made his was slowly to the back of the bar. He would
pass away in peace. After a few minutes the pills began to take affect and soon
there after, all was silent…
Here's to the night.
Sweet felt alive.
Wufei threw
the empty bottle out into the ocean. He watched until it disappeared underneath
the surf. He slowly made his way out into the freezing water. He walked slowly
going farther out and it became hard to stand upright because of the waves that
threatened to overtake him. One after another the waves crashed over him,
until, all was silent…
Here's to the tears you knew you'd cry.
Quatre
poured the half empty glass out onto the floor and slowly stood up. He tried to
focus through the tears as he made his way to the bathroom a little before
midnight. He turned on the water for the bathtub and looked in the cabinets for
a razor. When he found one he waited for the water to fill up and then he held
his wrists under water and quickly cut both of them. First the left wrist, then
the right one. He let the tears spill as he waited for the end. He slowly
lifted his hands out of the water and laid his back against the tub. After a
long wait, all was silent…
Here's to goodbye.
Tomorrow's gonna come too soon.
Trowa
looked around the small trailer for something to use. After a minute he found a
rope. Holding it in his hands he walked outside and towards the large circus
tent. When he got inside he walked toward the high wire and started to climb the
ladder. When he reached the top he grabbed hold of the trapeze and carefully
tied the rope into a noose. When he was finished he put the rope around his
neck and jumped off the platform. After swinging for a moment, all was silent…
All my time is full of emotion.
Can't I stay and hour or two or more?
Don't let me let you go.
Heero
wrote about his life and all that had happened. He wrote about how he felt
about Relena and wished he could tell her. He thought that all his life he was
supposed to live and then, if God was good, die. But now he didn't want to die.
He wanted to stay and live his life like he wanted too. He looked over at the
clock. It said 11:55. "I have 5 minutes left…" Heero thought. He quickly ended
his long autobiography of a sort and saved it. He then lifted a gun to his head
and looked at the untouched case of beer on the floor where he had left it a
few hours earlier. How odd, he was perfectly sober. He pulled the trigger just
as the clock said 12:00. All was silent…
Here's to the night.
Sweet felt alive.
Here's to the tears you knew you'd cry.
Here's to goodbye.
Tomorrow's gonna come too soon.
Too soon…
Well I
hoped you liked it! I had a lot of fun writing it! I was thinking about writing
a second chapter and that chapter would be Heero's autobiography thing. But the
more I thought about it I just really don't think I'd be able to get it quite
right! So if anyone would like to write that…I would give you credit, of
course, and put it in as the second chapter! So if anyone is up to do that you
can write it and send it to me at, Christian.m.hall@att.net
and I'll read it and it depends on how many people do this and how soon you
send it to me if I'll pick yours or not. Don't feel bad if I don't pick yours
because everyone who sends me something will be mentioned in the second chapter
for their efforts. Arigato gozamas!
