Disclaimer: The usual "don't own them and not making any money off of this" deal.
Warnings: AU, yaoi, swearing, angst, lemons later
Pairings: 1x2, 2xOriginal Character, 3x4.
A/N: This is a revised version of the original one I wrote and posted a couple years ago. A lot of stuff has been added to make it better. Keep in mind that I am well out of the loop of fanfiction (and writing) for a good four years now. Well, enjoy and don't forget to R&R! P.S. Normally, I am a happy person!
FALLEN
Prologue
Friday night 8PM.
Loud music. Colorful confetti. Cheap beer. Drunk people. Laughter.
I glanced at my watch once more. He was an hour and a half late for my birthday party. Where the hell could he be? Strolling past the elegantly placed balloons and streamers, I waved to my best friend. "Hey Quat! Quat!" Once I saw that I had gotten his attention. I mouthed the words "have you seen Heero."
He shook his head. He mouthed back might have he was just running late. I frowned. It was not like him to forget or be late at all. I dialed his cell phone for the umpteen time. Straight to voicemail. Again.
I could not possibly enjoy the party without Heero. Grabbing my leather jacket, I ducked out of house and hopped on my motorcycle. My fingers automatically zipped up the jacket and strapped on the helmet. Revving up the engine, I sped down the street he would have taken from his house.
Ten minutes into riding, I heard sirens behind me.
Coming up fast.
Going in the same direction.
Shit.
I think I knew it before I saw it.
My heart sank to my stomach and suddenly I felt like puking all over myself.
I swallowed hard and sped after the squad cars. Not far along, I could see a smoke signal at least ten stories high. The smell of... burning... gasoline... reached my nose.
"Noooo!" I cried.
I leapt off the bike, casting it carelessly to the side and ran toward the crash site. My eye darted from car to car desperately trying to spot the black Mercedes. I broke past the yellow tape and the officers guarding the accident.
"Hey! Sir, please stay back!"
"Sir! Sir! Come back here!"
"You're going to get yourself killed!"
The warnings... the warnings were just noise. There was screaming, crying, begging, and praying. But I could not hear my lover. "Heero, c'mon, baby answer me!"
There! What was that? Black Mercedes. Bloody hand. Messy chocolate hair.
"Heero!" I forced myself to run faster and dodged two of officers that tried to snatch me. Scrambling down, I seized his hand and squeezed. There was no reaction. "C'mon baby. You can make it," I sobbed.
His eyes cracked open a bit. "...Duo." He tried to smile but it quickly turned to a scowl. That was not a good sign. The slightest smile made the strong man squirm. His eyelids began to lower. The blue was fading from his eyes.
"Heero," I ran my fingers along his face, tracing from his bleeding temple to his angular jaw. He leaned slightly into it. His breathing began to slow. "Don't die on me. Please, I need you. I can't... fuck, I don't know what to do. Tell me what to do if you just up and died on me!" Anger filled my stomach. I felt like puking and I started to scream. "Why are you fucking around with me? You promised, bastard! You're suppose to be protecting me, not leaving me here to fucking die. You dumb shit! Wake the fuck up!" I shook him as hard as I could and there was no reaction. "Wake up!"
Two enemy hands tore me away form the body of my lover. My legs kicked the air and I swung my arms wildly around me. I screamed and cried, managing to bite his arm once. I fought him every step of the way, cursing him and his family to hell, blaming him for my misfortune. But I bawled into his shoulder as I watched the flames rise. I begged him to let me go, plead him to, but he continued to forcefully pull me away from the heat licking at our heels.
There was an explosion and we were both hurled back twenty feet. I couldn't breathe. Fuck.
The officer gently pushed me off, swiftly checking all my vital signs. He raised his walky-talky and spoke into it. Squinting, I saw his lips move but I could only catch a few words. "...Concussion... broken ribs... ambulance coming... hold on." He wiped his bloody lip and stroked my hair. "...It's okay."
My eyesight began to blur. The last thing I saw was the officer's gleaming name tag. Chang.
