Something Missing
by Trunks
Here we are all gathered in what seems to be the centre of the storm
neighbours once friendly now stand each side of the line that has been drawn
they've been fighting here for years, but now there's killing on the streets
while small coffins are lined up sadly, now united in defeat
-Both sides of the story, Phil Collins
Damn you, Heero... Damn you..
The ground was cold, almost as cold as I felt inside, but I remained seated. It could have
snowed and stormed and I wouldn't have noticed.
Soft sobs next to me were the only reminder that I was still alive and not dead. It almost
wasn't right, sitting here and starring at the cold stone, instead of being somewhere else.
Shifting my eyes down to the dishwater blonde, I sighed, refusing to allow myself to push her
off of my arm. She needed a shoulder to cry on and I just happened to have the closest shoulder.
We had never been close, by any means. After all, we were after the same guy, which made it
awfully difficult to be friendly towards each other. Of course, that didn't mean we hadn't
tried once in a while, but the results were not positive.
She had taken his death pretty hard, considering she hadn't really known him that well.
She would follow him to the ends of the earth, do anything to win his affection, do anything for
him to feel the same way, but she didn't really know him.
No one did. Not even me, who spent the most time with him. He wasn't exactly an open book, more
like the opposite.
You always knew what he would say, but you never knew what he was thinking.
"Heero.." Came the soft sound from the sobs, although the girl tried desperately to choke back
her tears.
My gaze shifted from the cold stone to Quatre, whom had also not managed to stop a few tears that
fell from his face.
Quatre had always cared about us all, as if we were his brothers. Sure, none of us had been
close to Heero, but, still, he was our friend... Even if he didn't want to be.
I wouldn't cry. I refused to cry. Tears would not bring him back, nor would they help me get over
his death.
Besides, Heero would hate to see all of us bawling over him. He just wasn't like that.
Wufei had even come with us, to the cemetery. I hadn't expected him to, although I had hoped.
We all needed to be here for each other. It was always worse if you were alone.
Even Relena, whom I could not stand most of the time, I had wanted to be there. I had a soft
spot somewhere in my heart, even though I hate to admit it.
Trowa also came, although he hadn't left Quatre's side since the beginning. I suppose the death
of a friend makes you begin to realize things, although they had been together since the end
of the war.
Rising up to my feet, along with Relena, still on my shoulder, I pause to look at the grave, my
eyes resting on the engraved name and date.
Trowa and Quatre have already started back towards the car, along with Wufei.
Relena pulls away from me, almost reluctant to be by herself to cry, then nodded slowly at me.
"Thank you, Duo."
Turning, she walked back towards the car, although her sobs had ceased.
Reaching up to my neck, I unfastened my cross necklace and layed it on the grave, giving a grin
at the stone.
Then, turning around towards the end of the cemetery, I frowned again.
I wouldn't cry. I wouldn't cry. I would never cry.
But my heart would.
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Author's Notes: Just a short piece, eh? ^_^ I just wanted to do a quick little one-shot. And I am actually proud of myself for not bashing Relena. That's probably a first for me :)
by Trunks
Here we are all gathered in what seems to be the centre of the storm
neighbours once friendly now stand each side of the line that has been drawn
they've been fighting here for years, but now there's killing on the streets
while small coffins are lined up sadly, now united in defeat
-Both sides of the story, Phil Collins
Damn you, Heero... Damn you..
The ground was cold, almost as cold as I felt inside, but I remained seated. It could have
snowed and stormed and I wouldn't have noticed.
Soft sobs next to me were the only reminder that I was still alive and not dead. It almost
wasn't right, sitting here and starring at the cold stone, instead of being somewhere else.
Shifting my eyes down to the dishwater blonde, I sighed, refusing to allow myself to push her
off of my arm. She needed a shoulder to cry on and I just happened to have the closest shoulder.
We had never been close, by any means. After all, we were after the same guy, which made it
awfully difficult to be friendly towards each other. Of course, that didn't mean we hadn't
tried once in a while, but the results were not positive.
She had taken his death pretty hard, considering she hadn't really known him that well.
She would follow him to the ends of the earth, do anything to win his affection, do anything for
him to feel the same way, but she didn't really know him.
No one did. Not even me, who spent the most time with him. He wasn't exactly an open book, more
like the opposite.
You always knew what he would say, but you never knew what he was thinking.
"Heero.." Came the soft sound from the sobs, although the girl tried desperately to choke back
her tears.
My gaze shifted from the cold stone to Quatre, whom had also not managed to stop a few tears that
fell from his face.
Quatre had always cared about us all, as if we were his brothers. Sure, none of us had been
close to Heero, but, still, he was our friend... Even if he didn't want to be.
I wouldn't cry. I refused to cry. Tears would not bring him back, nor would they help me get over
his death.
Besides, Heero would hate to see all of us bawling over him. He just wasn't like that.
Wufei had even come with us, to the cemetery. I hadn't expected him to, although I had hoped.
We all needed to be here for each other. It was always worse if you were alone.
Even Relena, whom I could not stand most of the time, I had wanted to be there. I had a soft
spot somewhere in my heart, even though I hate to admit it.
Trowa also came, although he hadn't left Quatre's side since the beginning. I suppose the death
of a friend makes you begin to realize things, although they had been together since the end
of the war.
Rising up to my feet, along with Relena, still on my shoulder, I pause to look at the grave, my
eyes resting on the engraved name and date.
Trowa and Quatre have already started back towards the car, along with Wufei.
Relena pulls away from me, almost reluctant to be by herself to cry, then nodded slowly at me.
"Thank you, Duo."
Turning, she walked back towards the car, although her sobs had ceased.
Reaching up to my neck, I unfastened my cross necklace and layed it on the grave, giving a grin
at the stone.
Then, turning around towards the end of the cemetery, I frowned again.
I wouldn't cry. I wouldn't cry. I would never cry.
But my heart would.
-
Author's Notes: Just a short piece, eh? ^_^ I just wanted to do a quick little one-shot. And I am actually proud of myself for not bashing Relena. That's probably a first for me :)