Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, or it's characters, no matter how much
I'd like to… -_-;
Nataku
Flowers surrounded me, some stained crimson or broken because of me. True, they are fragile and delicate, yet maybe even things as weak as they can be strong in their own way.
Like them, I am weak. I'm so close to death, I can feel its icy grip. It beckons to me, but something holds me back. I look up at the sky, it's so clear today, and somehow more beautiful than ever before.
Images flash through my mind of war and explosions, of death and so much fire. Vaguely I remember piloting the old MS, slashing and hacking at the enemy, the warrior blood of the Dragon clan coursing through me, urging me to fight.
And I fought.
But I fought knowing I could not win; Nataku had not chosen me. There was intense heat all over me, surrounding me, burning me, but I was too proud even then to cry out.
Someone helped me, protecting me from the Federation our enemies. At first I didn't know, couldn't understand who this pilot that Nataku had chosen could be. But then I realized. My husband.
I know that we fought, that our time together was short and for the most part miserable. Our marriage was nothing more than duty, to our parents, our clans, our honor. But somehow, I did love him.
I still do.
He is so strong my husband. I don't know why I didn't see it before. Perhaps I was too stubborn. I never wanted to be married in the first place, so I was expecting to dislike him even before I knew him. Maybe I expected that too much, to the point where I blinded myself to what was really there.
I looked around me at the flowers. He had carried me here, so that I might see the place that I had protected for the last time. The blood poured openly from my many wounds, but I didn't care anymore. The pain was gone.
But with the pain I felt my wind, my soul beginning to part from my body as the world faded before my eyes. I fought the urge to sleep, to slip into the eternal darkness.
I looked up into his cobalt eyes, seeing worry and fear, not what I'd been expecting, but it was there just the same. Maybe he cared, too…
"Was I strong?" I hear myself ask. My voice sounds so distant, so far away. His eyes shine with unshed tears, and I know that his shirt is covered in blood.
My blood.
I can feel a warmth in my stained hands, I can feel him holding it strongly as if he's trying to keep me in this world by doing so. As if he could fight death for me.
"Yes, you are strong Meiran," he says, but I can barely hear him now. The blood is drowning me, death holds its arms open, waiting to envelop me in its grasp.
I smiled. That was the first time he'd called me by my name. No more "onna" or "wife". "Aishiteru, Wufei," I whisper as I hear death call my name.
And I answered it.
Nataku
Flowers surrounded me, some stained crimson or broken because of me. True, they are fragile and delicate, yet maybe even things as weak as they can be strong in their own way.
Like them, I am weak. I'm so close to death, I can feel its icy grip. It beckons to me, but something holds me back. I look up at the sky, it's so clear today, and somehow more beautiful than ever before.
Images flash through my mind of war and explosions, of death and so much fire. Vaguely I remember piloting the old MS, slashing and hacking at the enemy, the warrior blood of the Dragon clan coursing through me, urging me to fight.
And I fought.
But I fought knowing I could not win; Nataku had not chosen me. There was intense heat all over me, surrounding me, burning me, but I was too proud even then to cry out.
Someone helped me, protecting me from the Federation our enemies. At first I didn't know, couldn't understand who this pilot that Nataku had chosen could be. But then I realized. My husband.
I know that we fought, that our time together was short and for the most part miserable. Our marriage was nothing more than duty, to our parents, our clans, our honor. But somehow, I did love him.
I still do.
He is so strong my husband. I don't know why I didn't see it before. Perhaps I was too stubborn. I never wanted to be married in the first place, so I was expecting to dislike him even before I knew him. Maybe I expected that too much, to the point where I blinded myself to what was really there.
I looked around me at the flowers. He had carried me here, so that I might see the place that I had protected for the last time. The blood poured openly from my many wounds, but I didn't care anymore. The pain was gone.
But with the pain I felt my wind, my soul beginning to part from my body as the world faded before my eyes. I fought the urge to sleep, to slip into the eternal darkness.
I looked up into his cobalt eyes, seeing worry and fear, not what I'd been expecting, but it was there just the same. Maybe he cared, too…
"Was I strong?" I hear myself ask. My voice sounds so distant, so far away. His eyes shine with unshed tears, and I know that his shirt is covered in blood.
My blood.
I can feel a warmth in my stained hands, I can feel him holding it strongly as if he's trying to keep me in this world by doing so. As if he could fight death for me.
"Yes, you are strong Meiran," he says, but I can barely hear him now. The blood is drowning me, death holds its arms open, waiting to envelop me in its grasp.
I smiled. That was the first time he'd called me by my name. No more "onna" or "wife". "Aishiteru, Wufei," I whisper as I hear death call my name.
And I answered it.