SVX: Well first I would like to say this is not going to be 1x2 or 3x4 or anything like that. It's not that I am anti-yaoi it is just I choose not to write it. Flame me if you must but it is just my opinion. I read yaoi I just don't write it. So with that said enjoy part 3!
A Gundam Christmas Carol
A sound of laughter filled Heero's dreams and he felt himself being returned to reality. He opened his eyes and noticed light pouring through the cracks of the door. He stood from his bed shaking the lingering sleep from his head. As he opened the door a bright light caused him to flinch and cover his eyes.
"Welcome master Yuy, come in."
"What do you mean come in this is my place."
"Ah, your very observant allow me to introduce myself I am the ghost of Christmas Present," He smiled and his red beard followed. His green velvet robe was garnished with white fur and holly. His fire red hair was crowned with a wreath of holly and candles. Heero found himself gawking at the ridiculous outfit. "I am here to show you how all of you neglect and cruelty have affected the people you love."
"Listen, I've done what I've had to in order to survive." The man in the room stared at him and then burst into laughter.
"I think you could survive with out causing the execution of your friend." Heero winced and looked at the floor. 'Why must I always be reminded of his death…Why?' His thoughts were interrupted by the howl of the spirits laughter, which caused Heero to shoot a glare that would kill a living person. The spirit stopped laughing and looked at Heero with amusement.
"Well then shall we be off?"
"Let's get this done with." The spirit chuckled and threw the tail of his robe around Heero and then back into place. Heero looked around the now lavish living room that he recognized as the Winner's. Across the way he saw Quatre and Trowa sitting around a table with several other people Heero didn't recognize. In the corner he noticed Wufei casually chatting with Sally Po and Lucrezia Noin. Everyone seemed to be enjoying him or herself when Quatre stood and clanked a fork against his glass.
"I'm glad that you all were able to make it and I would like to take this moment to remind us of those we've lost in the past year. Duo Maxwell will always be remembered." With this said they all bowed their heads in remembrance and then brought their attention back to the young Arabian. "I also want to have everyone wish a wonderful holiday to those who chose not to be with us this Holiday season."
"Forget it Quatre if Heero wants to push us out of his life I say let him," came Wufei's cold reply from the corner. Heero flinched as his once comrade and 'friend' coldly brushed him off.
"Now Wufei this year has been hard on him what with Duo's death…"
"Yah that he caused," Trowa quietly interrupted. Quatre turned towards Trowa his eyes filled with shock at the usually kind pilot's words. An eerie silence fell over the room and Quatre stumbled over his words trying to lighten the mood.
"Well…um…Let us enjoy this season Merry Christmas everyone." The rest of the room's occupants raised there glasses and some even gave an enthusiastic "Here, here" and drank.
"Maybe you should think of being a little less anti-social hmm," said the spirit that stood next to Heero. Heero only answered by a cold glare choosing not to say anything. "Come there is more to see." Once again with a quick flick of green satin they were in another lavish room only this time it was a bedroom. He recognized it quickly as Relena's and found himself searching for the young women frantically with his eyes. He let out a breath of relief as his eyes rested on her familiar form. She was sitting on her bed holding a picture in her hands while tears filled her eyes.
"Heero…" she mouthed the name as the tears fell from her eyes and rolled along her cheeks to moisten her lips. He walked behind her and stared at the picture. It was that of the day the whole group had decided to go out on a picnic to celebrate the won peace. Him and Relena were in the background his head was resting on her lap as she read a book in the shade. Wufei was not in the picture but was probably practicing his martial arts. Quatre and Trowa were enjoying some sandwiches and Duo was talking with some local children in the background. He always loved telling children war stories and they always loved to hear them. Heero was brought out of the daydream as a tear hit the picture. He stepped back and wished he could hold her but he knew she wasn't real.
"Well I think we should be moving on."
"No please can't we stay longer?"
"I'm sorry but my time grows short." With a flash of velvet Heero looked around the dismal room filled with sleeping children.
"Why are we here?"
"Don't tell me you don't recognize the young man in the corner?" Heero turned and nearly fainted as he saw a young boy with long chestnut brown and violet eyes shivering in the corner of the room.
"Spirit he looks almost exactly like…"
"You didn't know Duo had a son?"
"No…no he never said anything, why is he here?"
"Shortly after Duo's death the mother Hilde Schibecker past away as well leaving the boy on the streets, he was soon found by the police and brought here." Heero watch as the young boy went into a fit of coughs and finished with such violent shivering the bed he sat on shook beneath him.
"What's wrong with him spirit?"
"He is very ill and there isn't that good of a medical staff in this orphanage."
"Where is this orphanage?"
"On the L2 colony I believe." Heero stared at the young child. His violet eyes were dull with pain and his face was drained of its color.
"Spirit…will he die?"
"That is not for me to say but I can tell you I see an empty cot where that child once slept."
"No…" Heero watched the child until he faded away into the blackness. Heero found himself back in his bed eyes and cheeks moist from tears. "Funny I don't remember crying?" Heero turned to go back to sleep but stopped cold as a cold wind ripped through the room and the tower outside chimed 3:00am. Heero felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise as a cold presence filled the room. He turned to see a shadowy cloaked figure in the corner of his room. Heero need not ask whom it was he stood from his bed and walked towards the spirit.
"I'm ready." The spirit merely nodded and led Heero into a black void that used to be one of his walls. Heero swallowed the lump in his throat and walked into the darkness.
SVX: Whelp that's it for number 3 hopefully I will get number for out soon. I hope your enjoying this. I hope this chapter cleared up any confusion about the couples in this story.