Songfic by S.
Valentine
Disclaimer: I don't own the Gundam boys, some rich company does. If I owned them, I wouldn't be writing fics about them either. The song Monday Morning doesn't belong to me either. Anyway…
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What
do you do when your best friend goes one day?
Somebody
takes their life away?
Heero stared
longingly at the space beside him on the bed. Pain distorted his thoughts,
making him think he saw Duo right there, grinning like a nut. When he blinked
his sleep-deprived eyes, the vision of the free-spirited American vanished.
Just like how the real Duo vanished. For good.
Don't
wanna wake up... Monday morning
And
how are you supposed to deal with everything you gotta do?
When
you can barely believe it's true
Desperately Heero
grasped the sheets which still bore the scent of Duo's cheesy cologne. Now he
would never smell it again, nor would he see those violet eyes, shining when
they saw Heero.
The whole scene
played in his mind like an auto-repeat movie, displaying the worst part in
agonizing slow motion. "Why, Duo...?" Heero whispered, his voice
getting caught in his throat. "Why did you sacrifice your life for mine? I
need you..."
Don't
wanna wake up... Monday morning
And
I don't think I can go to school today
Without
you...
Maybe this was all
just a nightmare, and maybe if he got out of bed, he would see Duo, lounging on
the couch, his hair in its trademark braid. But the harsh reality plagued
Heero's mind and he knew he was lying to himself. He was try anything he could
think of to stop the pain.
The only person
Heero had ever really opened up to was gone... gone forever. but why?
Without
you...
Without
you...
Monday
morning
"Heero?"
A voice asked.
"Duo!"
Heero cried, jumping up. Life could begin
again! But it was only Quatre. "Oh, Quatre..." And it stopped again...
"Do you think that you can go
to school today?" The blonde Arabian asked. Even though the events from
the day before still haunted him, Quatre knew he had to move on. Poor Heero…
"N-no, I'm
not feeling well..."
"Okay then.
Goodbye Heero," Quatre said softly, as he shut the door.
And
missing you was something I never thought I'd have to do
You
were always there, I was there for you too
Life without Duo.
It was a reality that Heero had never wanted to face. As he walked around the
empty house, everything seemed to remind him of the braided pilot. Heero felt
like a zombie: his body was there, but his mind -his heart- was somewhere else.
Duo was always
there for him. Always. He knew when there was a problem, and wore Heero down
until he told Duo what the problem was. Heero never thought he would have to
grieve for Duo Maxwell.
Don't
wanna wake up... Monday morning
And
all the evil souls that do survive
It wasn't fair.
How could those heartless fools in OZ take Duo's life like it was nothing?! How
could they do that? Those heartless bastards didn't care who they ran over
until they controlled everything. It made Heero want to go out and kill every
single one of them, revenge for what they took away from him.
But was revenge
worth it? Would that bring Duo back? No... it wasn't the answer. But Heero felt
only guilt and anger inside, he blamed himself for letting his love sacrifice
his life for him. Heero's fist shook with anger, as he saw Duo's smiling face,
remembering his DeathScythe had been sliced in half... the explosion... the
last words out of Duo's mouth were, "Ai shiteru, Heero. Always..."
How
could this world take such a beautiful life?
Don't
wanna wake up Monday morning
And
I don't think I can go to school today
Life seemed so
empty, so meaningless without the other half of his soul. For years he was the
perfect soldier, then it was Duo who opened up his eyes and his heart. AT first
he had only wanted Duo to shut up and leave him alone but, as time passed, his
heart opened up and he found that he loved Duo. With all his heart.
Could he go on?
Heero trudged down the stairs to the den. Lifeless eyes fell upon a photograph
taken only a few days. There he was, one arm around Duo, who was clad in a
bright orange one-peice snowsuit, giving a thumbs up. Heero himself was wearing
a shiny leather jacket and black pants, a small smile on his lips. Heero's hand
shook and a tear fell onto the glass frame.
Without
you...
Without
you...
Monday
morning
Heero remembered
that day well. It was one of the most wonderful moments of his life. He was so happy,
as it was wonderful any day he was with Duo. "Why, Duo?" He whispered
again, looking at the picture. "Why did you throw away your beautiful life
for mine?" Truth was, why couldn't he see the reason behind Duo's
sacrifice? It meant so much, yet Heero was blinded by pain and guilt.
But life wasn't
empty when Duo was alive. It was full and happy. It was with Duo that Heero
learned to love. But now, could he go on? Was it worth it, without Duo here to
comfort him, keep him on his toes...?
Something's
coming over me, I'll never be the same
And
how can the same world that brought you here
Just
come and take you away?
Why was it always
the ones he loved that were killed? Was he cursed to be alone? To never love
again? What he would give to see those violet eyes one more time. How could the world just take such a beautiful life?
"Duo... my
angel... come back to me... I need you," Heero whispered, collapsed on the
couch. He then did something he had never done before-- Heero began to pray.
And
if there's a way
You
can hear me when I pray
When
I wake up... Monday morning
He prayed. Heero
prayed that he would have the strength to go on. Killing himself wasn't the
answer. Dou wouldn't have wanted him to end his life like that. He prayed to
Duo in heaven, that he would make it through this day and the next, for Duo.
His angel...
The memories were
painful, replaying in his head numerous times. Heero didn't know if he could go
on. But he knew, one way or another, he would. He had promised. And he never
broke a promise to Duo.
I
don't think I can go to school today
Without
you...
Owari