Death, cold and dark and black. It hung here as it hung everywhere. 1,000 listless bodies, 3 billion unmarked graves. At least the war was over, but with no one to fight with, fight for, fight against, no cause, there was no solution. Only death, death on such a scale, most of the race had been wiped out, all the colonies, most of earth, only a few were left. Heero was alive, he knew it, he was close, and he could feel it. Then his form came into focus, an oddly shaped shadow amongst the fine mist.
"Heero?" duo's voice was thin with the strange sensation, the only sensation he had felt in days, it was so much easier when you didn't feel a thing. He stood across from Heero, and then fell into an embrace, Heero did not hug back, but had he ever? His form was cold and dirty but oh human contact felt so good, felt so warm against the death.
"Death is a swiftly moving river, swiftly moving for me, I don't have much longer" Heero's voice was like steel, but steel was better than darkness, silence.
"Do any of us have much longer?" their eyes met and gaze was held, held on a companion, a comrade, a friend. The eyes were warm, warm, warm like the sky before the death, before the plague, before the end. They held on, oh please just a little longer, don't leave now, please. Death was near, Heero thought, and then his mind stifled a laugh. Yes he's near; he's the one with his arms around your neck!
Heero had developed so many characteristics in the countdown, the process of dying, not really acquiring them, but knocking down walls and exposing them. Humor was one, and now another wall was coming down the feeling hit him like a flood, a wave, or a plague? Duo was warm, warm in his clutch and he brought his arms up, he hugged back, he hugged and he felt all he had lost to the walls. Nothing had ever felt this good, not even a mission complete, not even the rush of a fight fairly won. Nothing, then something, wetness from his eyes, on his face. Heero couldn't remember crying, not once, were those tears his, or duo's, did it matter? Oh please don't let go now, not while I'm dying. I want to die this way please, Duo pulled back and looked into his eyes again, he was crying, what was that? Heero never cried, he was dying, duo knew what death felt like, and here it was cold fingers on his best friend. Duo felt awful, only now did the souls of the hundreds he had killed come to him. He was good at blocking out the guilt, but it escaped and they were free, he had killed so many, so many for his cause. But now what? Was he to go to heaven and live amongst those he had murdered, surely not? Oh how he wanted to spend forever in this heaven of sorts, no, it was hell. Heero's arms were heaven, a heaven within a hell. He buried his wet face in Heero's shoulder.
"I don't want to die, Heero, I don't. I've never been this scared" Duo looked up
"Your soul never dies" Heero's eyes took on a graceful shine and he looked as serene as duo had ever seen him.
"Goodnight duo" Heero said as they both sank to the ground
"Goodnight" Duo managed to whisper as Heero's eyes softly closed and a soft rain began to fall duo held the body close, Heero was only a child, a child in a man's body.
"Goodnight" a whisper as the last breath of life escaped from Heero's softly parted lips.
"Heero?" duo's voice was thin with the strange sensation, the only sensation he had felt in days, it was so much easier when you didn't feel a thing. He stood across from Heero, and then fell into an embrace, Heero did not hug back, but had he ever? His form was cold and dirty but oh human contact felt so good, felt so warm against the death.
"Death is a swiftly moving river, swiftly moving for me, I don't have much longer" Heero's voice was like steel, but steel was better than darkness, silence.
"Do any of us have much longer?" their eyes met and gaze was held, held on a companion, a comrade, a friend. The eyes were warm, warm, warm like the sky before the death, before the plague, before the end. They held on, oh please just a little longer, don't leave now, please. Death was near, Heero thought, and then his mind stifled a laugh. Yes he's near; he's the one with his arms around your neck!
Heero had developed so many characteristics in the countdown, the process of dying, not really acquiring them, but knocking down walls and exposing them. Humor was one, and now another wall was coming down the feeling hit him like a flood, a wave, or a plague? Duo was warm, warm in his clutch and he brought his arms up, he hugged back, he hugged and he felt all he had lost to the walls. Nothing had ever felt this good, not even a mission complete, not even the rush of a fight fairly won. Nothing, then something, wetness from his eyes, on his face. Heero couldn't remember crying, not once, were those tears his, or duo's, did it matter? Oh please don't let go now, not while I'm dying. I want to die this way please, Duo pulled back and looked into his eyes again, he was crying, what was that? Heero never cried, he was dying, duo knew what death felt like, and here it was cold fingers on his best friend. Duo felt awful, only now did the souls of the hundreds he had killed come to him. He was good at blocking out the guilt, but it escaped and they were free, he had killed so many, so many for his cause. But now what? Was he to go to heaven and live amongst those he had murdered, surely not? Oh how he wanted to spend forever in this heaven of sorts, no, it was hell. Heero's arms were heaven, a heaven within a hell. He buried his wet face in Heero's shoulder.
"I don't want to die, Heero, I don't. I've never been this scared" Duo looked up
"Your soul never dies" Heero's eyes took on a graceful shine and he looked as serene as duo had ever seen him.
"Goodnight duo" Heero said as they both sank to the ground
"Goodnight" Duo managed to whisper as Heero's eyes softly closed and a soft rain began to fall duo held the body close, Heero was only a child, a child in a man's body.
"Goodnight" a whisper as the last breath of life escaped from Heero's softly parted lips.