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Heero's hand quivered as he looked at the scene in front of him. "I'm sorry." The flames rose up, as if trying to touch the sky. "I didn't mean to leave you." Another explosion and the sparks began to fly. "Forgive me Duo, it wasn't supposed to end like this."
*~*~*
Quatre sipped his tea nervously as he looked at the clock. It was nearing 10 o'clock and there was still no sign of Heero or Duo. 'They've never been this late before. I hope they're all right. Blowing up a base shouldn't be that difficult unless...' Quatre shivered as he considered all the things that could possibly go wrong. 'Heero, Duo, if you can hear me, protect yourselves and return in one piece.'
Suddenly, as if in response to his prayers, he heard the mighty roar of a Gundam's engine overhead. The only problem was that he only heard one.
Quatre took another sip of the bitter Earl Grey and waited anxiously for the door to open. 'Please, let there be two people there. Oh please, let it not just be-' Heero walked through the door, shutting it behind him.
Immediately, Quatre noticed that there was something different about Heero. Something that hadn't been there before, or perhaps, a lack of something that had. His face, though normally pale, had an eerie pallor. His hands, once firm with the courage of a man, now shook like a scared child's. Then, there were his eyes. Quatre winced as he looked straight into Heero's eyes. The eyes that once burned with cobalt flame now stared back at him with a cloud of emotionless death.
'What happened?' Quatre yearned to ask. 'Where's Duo?' He took another quick glance at Heero's unfeeling eyes. 'What could've possibly happened to make him so... so... empty?'
As Quatre pondered the many questions he wanted to ask Heero, the disgruntled pilot sauntered toward his room, and, with a definitive slam of the door, left Quatre spellbound in wonder.
*~*~*
Days passed and Duo never came home. Likewise, Heero never emerged from his room. He didn't come out to eat. He didn't even come out to go to the bathroom. The other pilots were about to announce him legally dead, when...
It was feint, but Wufei could still hear it. In the midst of his meditations he could hear the quiet squeal of a rusty door hinge. But it wasn't just any door being opened; it was the door to Heero's room.
With an annoyed grunt, he opened his eyes to see what was going on. 'Could Quatre and Trowa be so disrespectful as to go into Heero's room?' After surveying the living room, a tiny beam of light caught his eye. As his eyes adjusted to the sudden light, he could begin to decipher the form that stood at the top of the stairs. "Yuy..."
Oblivious to Wufei's existence, Heero stepped slowly down the wooden stairs, never once taking his eyes away from the silver candle he held with his right hand. When he'd reached the end of the stairs, Heero knelt down to the cold, wooden floor, placing the brass candlestick in front of him. Wufei took a cautious step closer, trying to see what Heero could be doing. The Wing pilot shifted his glance and began to stare at his trembling hands.
Wufei stared into the once Perfect Soldier's eyes. They were bloodshot and swollen from tears. His skin was pale and tight against his protruding cheekbones. It was obvious that the Wing pilot was merely a shell of his former self, but why?
Heero picked up the rouge flame once more and returned to his feet. As he turned to leave, however, he placed the candle on a nearby table. Again, Heero looked solemnly at his hands. Grabbing his left arm with his right hand, he placed it over the candle, covering the flame. "The stains of an innocent's blood never disappear unless the death is reconciled. Mission: accepted." With that, he climbed the stairs and returned to his bedroom.
*~*~*
Trowa skimmed through the mail as he sat down at the kitchen table. 'Junk, junk, bill, junk...' He sighed. There was no mail for him today. As he got up to stir his cheese fondue, he noticed a letter sitting on the table. It was addressed to Heero. 'Hm, no return address,' he noted with a shrug. 'Oh well, even if he is dead, I probably should give it to him.'
With a quick stir of the cheddar glop, he walked upstairs. From outside the door, he could hear the feint sounds of life. 'I guess Wufei's right... for once.' He was about to knock on the door when he stopped abruptly. 'Maybe Heero just needs some time alone. Whatever happened really hit his persona... hard.' So instead, Trowa slipped the white envelope under the door and listened. There was a pause, then the sound of footsteps. Finally, there was the sound of paper being ripped, another pause, and the infamous Heero Yuy opened the door and stepped out.
Trowa's eyes widened as he looked at the "new" Heero. This Heero who stood before him looked more ghost than human, with large, sunken eyes and bony waistline. Heero looked back at Trowa with animosity.
"What were you doing outside my door?" Heero growled.
"Something came in the mail for you," Trowa replied, avoiding the question.
"Hn." Heero pushed past his lanky comrade and stomped down the stairs.
Trowa stood in his same spot. 'Should I follow him? He shouldn't be going out in the kind of mental state he's in.' When he heard the sound of Wing Zero's rocket overhead, however, he knew what he had to do. 'Forgive me Heero, this is the only way.' But as walked toward Heavyarm's hanger, he was stopped by the 'clip, clip' sound of boots on a metal floor. He turned around, his gun pointed to the sound's source. "Stop where you are and no one gets hurt." But what he saw brought horror to his heart.
"Hey buddy! What're you pointing that thing at me for?" exclaimed a familiar, short boy with a meter long braid.
*~*~*
So what'd y'all think? Am I evil to leave you hanging, or what? Stay tuned for part 2 of "Empty", coming very soon! (It's written I thought I'd just do this to torture you... mwahahaha... : ) )
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Heero's hand quivered as he looked at the scene in front of him. "I'm sorry." The flames rose up, as if trying to touch the sky. "I didn't mean to leave you." Another explosion and the sparks began to fly. "Forgive me Duo, it wasn't supposed to end like this."
*~*~*
Quatre sipped his tea nervously as he looked at the clock. It was nearing 10 o'clock and there was still no sign of Heero or Duo. 'They've never been this late before. I hope they're all right. Blowing up a base shouldn't be that difficult unless...' Quatre shivered as he considered all the things that could possibly go wrong. 'Heero, Duo, if you can hear me, protect yourselves and return in one piece.'
Suddenly, as if in response to his prayers, he heard the mighty roar of a Gundam's engine overhead. The only problem was that he only heard one.
Quatre took another sip of the bitter Earl Grey and waited anxiously for the door to open. 'Please, let there be two people there. Oh please, let it not just be-' Heero walked through the door, shutting it behind him.
Immediately, Quatre noticed that there was something different about Heero. Something that hadn't been there before, or perhaps, a lack of something that had. His face, though normally pale, had an eerie pallor. His hands, once firm with the courage of a man, now shook like a scared child's. Then, there were his eyes. Quatre winced as he looked straight into Heero's eyes. The eyes that once burned with cobalt flame now stared back at him with a cloud of emotionless death.
'What happened?' Quatre yearned to ask. 'Where's Duo?' He took another quick glance at Heero's unfeeling eyes. 'What could've possibly happened to make him so... so... empty?'
As Quatre pondered the many questions he wanted to ask Heero, the disgruntled pilot sauntered toward his room, and, with a definitive slam of the door, left Quatre spellbound in wonder.
*~*~*
Days passed and Duo never came home. Likewise, Heero never emerged from his room. He didn't come out to eat. He didn't even come out to go to the bathroom. The other pilots were about to announce him legally dead, when...
It was feint, but Wufei could still hear it. In the midst of his meditations he could hear the quiet squeal of a rusty door hinge. But it wasn't just any door being opened; it was the door to Heero's room.
With an annoyed grunt, he opened his eyes to see what was going on. 'Could Quatre and Trowa be so disrespectful as to go into Heero's room?' After surveying the living room, a tiny beam of light caught his eye. As his eyes adjusted to the sudden light, he could begin to decipher the form that stood at the top of the stairs. "Yuy..."
Oblivious to Wufei's existence, Heero stepped slowly down the wooden stairs, never once taking his eyes away from the silver candle he held with his right hand. When he'd reached the end of the stairs, Heero knelt down to the cold, wooden floor, placing the brass candlestick in front of him. Wufei took a cautious step closer, trying to see what Heero could be doing. The Wing pilot shifted his glance and began to stare at his trembling hands.
Wufei stared into the once Perfect Soldier's eyes. They were bloodshot and swollen from tears. His skin was pale and tight against his protruding cheekbones. It was obvious that the Wing pilot was merely a shell of his former self, but why?
Heero picked up the rouge flame once more and returned to his feet. As he turned to leave, however, he placed the candle on a nearby table. Again, Heero looked solemnly at his hands. Grabbing his left arm with his right hand, he placed it over the candle, covering the flame. "The stains of an innocent's blood never disappear unless the death is reconciled. Mission: accepted." With that, he climbed the stairs and returned to his bedroom.
*~*~*
Trowa skimmed through the mail as he sat down at the kitchen table. 'Junk, junk, bill, junk...' He sighed. There was no mail for him today. As he got up to stir his cheese fondue, he noticed a letter sitting on the table. It was addressed to Heero. 'Hm, no return address,' he noted with a shrug. 'Oh well, even if he is dead, I probably should give it to him.'
With a quick stir of the cheddar glop, he walked upstairs. From outside the door, he could hear the feint sounds of life. 'I guess Wufei's right... for once.' He was about to knock on the door when he stopped abruptly. 'Maybe Heero just needs some time alone. Whatever happened really hit his persona... hard.' So instead, Trowa slipped the white envelope under the door and listened. There was a pause, then the sound of footsteps. Finally, there was the sound of paper being ripped, another pause, and the infamous Heero Yuy opened the door and stepped out.
Trowa's eyes widened as he looked at the "new" Heero. This Heero who stood before him looked more ghost than human, with large, sunken eyes and bony waistline. Heero looked back at Trowa with animosity.
"What were you doing outside my door?" Heero growled.
"Something came in the mail for you," Trowa replied, avoiding the question.
"Hn." Heero pushed past his lanky comrade and stomped down the stairs.
Trowa stood in his same spot. 'Should I follow him? He shouldn't be going out in the kind of mental state he's in.' When he heard the sound of Wing Zero's rocket overhead, however, he knew what he had to do. 'Forgive me Heero, this is the only way.' But as walked toward Heavyarm's hanger, he was stopped by the 'clip, clip' sound of boots on a metal floor. He turned around, his gun pointed to the sound's source. "Stop where you are and no one gets hurt." But what he saw brought horror to his heart.
"Hey buddy! What're you pointing that thing at me for?" exclaimed a familiar, short boy with a meter long braid.
*~*~*
So what'd y'all think? Am I evil to leave you hanging, or what? Stay tuned for part 2 of "Empty", coming very soon! (It's written I thought I'd just do this to torture you... mwahahaha... : ) )
