I don't own gundam...I never will, I only own Quatre...bla bla bla bla, and all the stuff that makes this legal.
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Act III- Trowa
"No Quatre don't leave, don't leave, don't!" A piercing scream of agony filled the building. 3 soldiers awoke. Trowa was covered in sweat as he stared at the body on the bed, the bed right next to his. Quatre's eyes were closed, his hair fell in soft waves down his face, and he was covered in flowers, flowers that were quickly wilting. "He looks just like he's sleeping, except there's no breath, maybe he's still in there somewhere, but his body is broken, it doesn't work any more." Trowa's thoughts at this time were primal, childish, and incomplete, he was nothing without the sun, his sunshine. "Maybe we can fix him, just like we fix the gundams, him and Wufei, and we can be happy." Trowa lay back down. Wufei hadn't let the fever kill him, he died an "honorable death" by his own blade. But it took them forever to clean him up. Duo knew Trowa was going, he knew it, and Trowa seemed…not fully there with Quatre gone. Heero could feel it too, it made them uneasy, knowing that Trowa's body would soon occupy the bed he was in now. It was still early in the day, Duo went back to sleep and when he woke Trowa was gone. "Never, never, never leave me, don't leave me again! Please, take me with you, can't you take me with you? Please, please…please?" Tears streamed down Trowa's sleeping face. When duo had found him, he was laying in a field of golden flowers, asleep, clutching what seemed to be one of Quatre's spare shirts. Duo almost let out a cry, he couldn't stand to see Trowa like this, and it made him angry, so angry. But there was really only one person to be angry at, himself. How many wives and husbands had suffered at his hand, how many parents, how many children, how many lovers, and how many friends? He blocked the guilt and moved to Trowa, coaxing him into consciousness. "He left again, he can't take me with him, but I'll be there soon, just wait…I'm coming, my sunshine" Trowa was in hysterics. He had never told a soul about what he called Quatre in his head, and here he was hugging Duo in a field and letting everything out. Every stolen glance, every time he wanted to take him in his arms, every missed opportunity to do so. Oh how he wished for the past, if he could he would go back, a world in turmoil is better than a dead one. He needed Quatre, "I need you!" he screamed and jumped from Duo's clutch, "kill me! Do it! We have killed so many, so many, and never thought…never thought about pain, about death, I've lived around death all my life, and never understood…never understood it. Now I do, I'm ready, do it." Trowa came to his senses as he said this, his eyes changing from frightening hysteric gleam to a normal, sensible emerald. "Here" his voice was smooth and calm as he slid the dark gun across the dirt floor of the field. And shut his eyes "I'm not gonna do it Tro, never, I couldn't" Duo's voice shook, but another hand grasped the weapon. It was Heero, "I will, I'll take you out of your misery" He pointed the gun at Trowa and aimed "don't, don't Heero…this guy, he doesn't know, doesn't know what he's doing" Duo stood between the gun and Trowa. "And I suppose you know what I'm doing? You don't understand death, You couldn't…and still kill" Trowa's eyes were full of tears, tears that should have been shed long ago. "Please…Trowa, I know it's painful, but you can't. I need you for as long as I can, I know…I have done a lot of bad things, I'm probably dammed. But I just can't see one of my friends give up because he's a quitter and can't take a little pain" Duo scoffed returning to his world, his normal world, and it felt so good but so empty. "I'm not quitting, Duo, Quatre wasn't just…its not just pain, its murder…why hesitate if I'm already dead?" Trowa's words were calm, and he seemed to be lulled by some inner force. Duo was surprised that Trowa was not angry, but it wasn't really a time to fight with the only guys that were fighting with you. That time ended when the plague began. They walked back to the hanger and went to bed, in the dark they heard Trowa whisper softly "goodnight, goodnight guys. Don't worry I'm not scared, I'm not scared of anything" Then there was silence, the silence of sleep bringing with it the silence of death, their beautiful friend was no more.
Act V-Duo
Duo held the body for hours, all night, felt it as it got cold. Then he took it to the base, the place they used to store their gundams. Other than his colony, he thought Heero would want to stay here. Heero was on his bed. Duo walked out of the large building to where there used to be some flowers. There still was, a small patch, but they were beautiful, golden like the sun. The sun meant life; Duo hadn't seen the sun for days. He took the flowers, five. He walked to the warehouse. Now he had all the bodies, all together, always together. A flower for Quatre, a flower for Trowa, a flower for Wufei, a flower for Heero, a flower for duo. 5 flowers, 5 deaths. Heero said the soul never dies, Duo's soul was dead. Now for the rest of him. He kissed Heero, kissed the others, kissed the parts of deathsythe he had managed to salvage. He looked at them, no more sparkling eyes, no more warmth, and no more evenings of chat and drinking. Everything was finished everything but him. He was so tired, so very tired. He took up the revolver, cold, dark weapon. Oh how he wanted to die a warm death, but it was no good. Everything would finish…everything with a single moment. A prayer, he prayed to die. Would his soul live on even after the last of his blood had spilled from his wounds. Would he join the others…no, never, not the god of death. He was dammed, he had killed so many. The fear of death from the past couple of days was no more. The anger was gone, the pain would be gone. Yes, he knew this was something he must do. He held the gun to his head and pulled the trigger, nothing. Duo laughed, he didn't know why…something up there must have been looking out for him.
"It always fails just as you push the self-destruct button!" he said to no one in particular. There it was death. He didn't know how but he could feel it, it was here, it was different then any other time. Oh yes death was a feeling, a gut wrenching feeling, but Duo had gotten used to it. Always death, it was always there, but this time its intentions were clear. It was finally his turn. He lay on the bed, and smiled. " "Thanks!" he saluted the sky.
"Guess this is it Duo ole' buddy, time to make sure all the boys are in Order I'm coming…" he looked at his dead comrades, soon they would be with him.
"I'll miss this planet, it's so beautiful, well goodnight…goodnight earth, beautiful planet" He whispered softly as his eyes closed. And surely it came, something he had never felt before, the last breath eased out of his lungs. Death was warm.
-Hello! please review, please please please please!!!! I'll cry if you don't! oh, I'm already crying....I shouldn't write so many deathfics! anywho, thats all so review pulleeezzee!!
sukiyo
Naie
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Act III- Trowa
"No Quatre don't leave, don't leave, don't!" A piercing scream of agony filled the building. 3 soldiers awoke. Trowa was covered in sweat as he stared at the body on the bed, the bed right next to his. Quatre's eyes were closed, his hair fell in soft waves down his face, and he was covered in flowers, flowers that were quickly wilting. "He looks just like he's sleeping, except there's no breath, maybe he's still in there somewhere, but his body is broken, it doesn't work any more." Trowa's thoughts at this time were primal, childish, and incomplete, he was nothing without the sun, his sunshine. "Maybe we can fix him, just like we fix the gundams, him and Wufei, and we can be happy." Trowa lay back down. Wufei hadn't let the fever kill him, he died an "honorable death" by his own blade. But it took them forever to clean him up. Duo knew Trowa was going, he knew it, and Trowa seemed…not fully there with Quatre gone. Heero could feel it too, it made them uneasy, knowing that Trowa's body would soon occupy the bed he was in now. It was still early in the day, Duo went back to sleep and when he woke Trowa was gone. "Never, never, never leave me, don't leave me again! Please, take me with you, can't you take me with you? Please, please…please?" Tears streamed down Trowa's sleeping face. When duo had found him, he was laying in a field of golden flowers, asleep, clutching what seemed to be one of Quatre's spare shirts. Duo almost let out a cry, he couldn't stand to see Trowa like this, and it made him angry, so angry. But there was really only one person to be angry at, himself. How many wives and husbands had suffered at his hand, how many parents, how many children, how many lovers, and how many friends? He blocked the guilt and moved to Trowa, coaxing him into consciousness. "He left again, he can't take me with him, but I'll be there soon, just wait…I'm coming, my sunshine" Trowa was in hysterics. He had never told a soul about what he called Quatre in his head, and here he was hugging Duo in a field and letting everything out. Every stolen glance, every time he wanted to take him in his arms, every missed opportunity to do so. Oh how he wished for the past, if he could he would go back, a world in turmoil is better than a dead one. He needed Quatre, "I need you!" he screamed and jumped from Duo's clutch, "kill me! Do it! We have killed so many, so many, and never thought…never thought about pain, about death, I've lived around death all my life, and never understood…never understood it. Now I do, I'm ready, do it." Trowa came to his senses as he said this, his eyes changing from frightening hysteric gleam to a normal, sensible emerald. "Here" his voice was smooth and calm as he slid the dark gun across the dirt floor of the field. And shut his eyes "I'm not gonna do it Tro, never, I couldn't" Duo's voice shook, but another hand grasped the weapon. It was Heero, "I will, I'll take you out of your misery" He pointed the gun at Trowa and aimed "don't, don't Heero…this guy, he doesn't know, doesn't know what he's doing" Duo stood between the gun and Trowa. "And I suppose you know what I'm doing? You don't understand death, You couldn't…and still kill" Trowa's eyes were full of tears, tears that should have been shed long ago. "Please…Trowa, I know it's painful, but you can't. I need you for as long as I can, I know…I have done a lot of bad things, I'm probably dammed. But I just can't see one of my friends give up because he's a quitter and can't take a little pain" Duo scoffed returning to his world, his normal world, and it felt so good but so empty. "I'm not quitting, Duo, Quatre wasn't just…its not just pain, its murder…why hesitate if I'm already dead?" Trowa's words were calm, and he seemed to be lulled by some inner force. Duo was surprised that Trowa was not angry, but it wasn't really a time to fight with the only guys that were fighting with you. That time ended when the plague began. They walked back to the hanger and went to bed, in the dark they heard Trowa whisper softly "goodnight, goodnight guys. Don't worry I'm not scared, I'm not scared of anything" Then there was silence, the silence of sleep bringing with it the silence of death, their beautiful friend was no more.
Act V-Duo
Duo held the body for hours, all night, felt it as it got cold. Then he took it to the base, the place they used to store their gundams. Other than his colony, he thought Heero would want to stay here. Heero was on his bed. Duo walked out of the large building to where there used to be some flowers. There still was, a small patch, but they were beautiful, golden like the sun. The sun meant life; Duo hadn't seen the sun for days. He took the flowers, five. He walked to the warehouse. Now he had all the bodies, all together, always together. A flower for Quatre, a flower for Trowa, a flower for Wufei, a flower for Heero, a flower for duo. 5 flowers, 5 deaths. Heero said the soul never dies, Duo's soul was dead. Now for the rest of him. He kissed Heero, kissed the others, kissed the parts of deathsythe he had managed to salvage. He looked at them, no more sparkling eyes, no more warmth, and no more evenings of chat and drinking. Everything was finished everything but him. He was so tired, so very tired. He took up the revolver, cold, dark weapon. Oh how he wanted to die a warm death, but it was no good. Everything would finish…everything with a single moment. A prayer, he prayed to die. Would his soul live on even after the last of his blood had spilled from his wounds. Would he join the others…no, never, not the god of death. He was dammed, he had killed so many. The fear of death from the past couple of days was no more. The anger was gone, the pain would be gone. Yes, he knew this was something he must do. He held the gun to his head and pulled the trigger, nothing. Duo laughed, he didn't know why…something up there must have been looking out for him.
"It always fails just as you push the self-destruct button!" he said to no one in particular. There it was death. He didn't know how but he could feel it, it was here, it was different then any other time. Oh yes death was a feeling, a gut wrenching feeling, but Duo had gotten used to it. Always death, it was always there, but this time its intentions were clear. It was finally his turn. He lay on the bed, and smiled. " "Thanks!" he saluted the sky.
"Guess this is it Duo ole' buddy, time to make sure all the boys are in Order I'm coming…" he looked at his dead comrades, soon they would be with him.
"I'll miss this planet, it's so beautiful, well goodnight…goodnight earth, beautiful planet" He whispered softly as his eyes closed. And surely it came, something he had never felt before, the last breath eased out of his lungs. Death was warm.
-Hello! please review, please please please please!!!! I'll cry if you don't! oh, I'm already crying....I shouldn't write so many deathfics! anywho, thats all so review pulleeezzee!!
sukiyo
Naie