Title: "Farewell Heero"
Part: 1/1
Author: Leo
Archived: Not up yet
Warnings: Death, dementia, angst, POV
Pairings: 1x2, 3x4
Rating: R
Disclaimer: don't own them, don't claim to, don't sue
Notes: Happy Birthday Misuzu!!! Here's the angsty fic we promised! I
hope you enjoy! The other fic should be coming soon, and as for the
pic, still working!
"Farewell Heero"
I don't like it here. It's so white and bleak. Extremely depressing.
The other pilots seem to be avoiding me ever since we came to this
new safehourse, ever since that day, the day you died....
//flashback//
He's gone.
I can't belive he's gone. I can't believe I'll never see those
prussian eyes, with those secret smiles just for me, again.
Why did you leave me? WHY? You promised me.
Don't worry, I won't cry. Boys don't cry.
It's getting dark now. The sun has set but the stars aren't up. The
world is so eerily still. It's like it just stopped, for you.
I can feel the cold wind nipping at my chest, even beneith my black
jacket; it stings and claws it's way against the smooth flesh until
it burns. But I don't mind, it's nothing compared to losing you.
The dirt is still fresh here, atop your grave. See, I can move it
with my foot? No, of course you can't see, you're gone... forever.
My fingers begin to toy with the silver chain around my neck,
unconciously clasping my cold metal cross, cold like I imagine your
hand would be now. What I wouldn't give to warm it for you.
I'm not very religious, but I would be, for you. Only for you. You
were my god, my entire world.
Quatre is calling me away now, telling me I'll chatch my death in
this cold. Is that so bad? Me dying. I don't think I'd mind if it
meant I could somehow see you again.
No. You wouldn't want that. I must live for the sake of gaining
peace. Everything for the mission, right?
Guess I'd better go, but wait for me. I'll be back.
---
Two days have passed, and I still miss you. I miss you more than ever
now as I lie here, awake in my lonely bed. I miss your warmth, your
smell, you unruley bangs. I miss the way you'd hold me when I had
another nightmare. I miss the way you'd watch over me in every fight,
like a guardian angel. Most of all, I miss your touch, how you'd pour
your love into me in such a simple caress.
You were so quite, yet so eloquent in your own way. Your touch was
enough to tell me how you feel. Even if you had found the words, even
if you swore your love on high, I don't think I would have ever
understood just how much you loved me.
---
It's so lonely here. Did I tell you that?
The other pilots locked the door. I think they are scared to let me
go out and fight. I think they are scared of who I will kill. Can't
really blaim them, who'd want to fuck with a PO'd pilot who isn't
affraid of death?
---
Hey, it's me.
You know, sometimes, in the middle of the night, I reach out to the
braid that isn't there, just as I'd reach out for you.
Oh, did I not tell you? I chopped it off. Yep, did it the day you
died.
I know how much you loved my hair, it just seemed like a fitting
tribute. Besides, I don't want anyone else to see it or touch it. It
belonged to you, so now it is with you, forever.
---
That strange man's back again, insisting on making me take some
stupid blue pill. I don't like it. It messes me up.
He says it's to help me, make me better, make me sane again.
I think HE's the one who's crazy! Can you believe it, he called me
Heero the other day.
HEERO?!
Ha. Ha. Doesn't he know that your dead, burried six feet under? That
your rotting flesh is being eaten, even as we speak, by thousands of
tiny worms?
Ha. Ha. Poor guy's flipped!
I tried to calmy corrected him, but he just ignored me and shoved
those damn pills down my throat. How dare he fuck with Shinigami!
He'll pay for this! But not now, no not now.
The white room is starting to blirr again, and I can feel my binding
jacket chaffing my skin. Guess I'd better go.
I love you... Heer... Duo.
~*~Fin~*~
Notes: Yes, that was Heero the whole time. And yes, Duo is the one
who died. He just couldn't handle it and slowly began to replace Duo
the only way he could, by becoming him (and thus why he's in the
crazy house). That's also why at the grave it really could have been
either Heero or Duo's POV, but slowly it became clear that it was
Heero who was supposively dead, for in a way he was. I mean, in a
twisted way, Duo lives on in Heero and the Heero persona died.
Strange, ne? Hope you liked, and HAPPY BIRTHDAY MISUZU!!!!!!!!!
Part: 1/1
Author: Leo
Archived: Not up yet
Warnings: Death, dementia, angst, POV
Pairings: 1x2, 3x4
Rating: R
Disclaimer: don't own them, don't claim to, don't sue
Notes: Happy Birthday Misuzu!!! Here's the angsty fic we promised! I
hope you enjoy! The other fic should be coming soon, and as for the
pic, still working!
"Farewell Heero"
I don't like it here. It's so white and bleak. Extremely depressing.
The other pilots seem to be avoiding me ever since we came to this
new safehourse, ever since that day, the day you died....
//flashback//
He's gone.
I can't belive he's gone. I can't believe I'll never see those
prussian eyes, with those secret smiles just for me, again.
Why did you leave me? WHY? You promised me.
Don't worry, I won't cry. Boys don't cry.
It's getting dark now. The sun has set but the stars aren't up. The
world is so eerily still. It's like it just stopped, for you.
I can feel the cold wind nipping at my chest, even beneith my black
jacket; it stings and claws it's way against the smooth flesh until
it burns. But I don't mind, it's nothing compared to losing you.
The dirt is still fresh here, atop your grave. See, I can move it
with my foot? No, of course you can't see, you're gone... forever.
My fingers begin to toy with the silver chain around my neck,
unconciously clasping my cold metal cross, cold like I imagine your
hand would be now. What I wouldn't give to warm it for you.
I'm not very religious, but I would be, for you. Only for you. You
were my god, my entire world.
Quatre is calling me away now, telling me I'll chatch my death in
this cold. Is that so bad? Me dying. I don't think I'd mind if it
meant I could somehow see you again.
No. You wouldn't want that. I must live for the sake of gaining
peace. Everything for the mission, right?
Guess I'd better go, but wait for me. I'll be back.
---
Two days have passed, and I still miss you. I miss you more than ever
now as I lie here, awake in my lonely bed. I miss your warmth, your
smell, you unruley bangs. I miss the way you'd hold me when I had
another nightmare. I miss the way you'd watch over me in every fight,
like a guardian angel. Most of all, I miss your touch, how you'd pour
your love into me in such a simple caress.
You were so quite, yet so eloquent in your own way. Your touch was
enough to tell me how you feel. Even if you had found the words, even
if you swore your love on high, I don't think I would have ever
understood just how much you loved me.
---
It's so lonely here. Did I tell you that?
The other pilots locked the door. I think they are scared to let me
go out and fight. I think they are scared of who I will kill. Can't
really blaim them, who'd want to fuck with a PO'd pilot who isn't
affraid of death?
---
Hey, it's me.
You know, sometimes, in the middle of the night, I reach out to the
braid that isn't there, just as I'd reach out for you.
Oh, did I not tell you? I chopped it off. Yep, did it the day you
died.
I know how much you loved my hair, it just seemed like a fitting
tribute. Besides, I don't want anyone else to see it or touch it. It
belonged to you, so now it is with you, forever.
---
That strange man's back again, insisting on making me take some
stupid blue pill. I don't like it. It messes me up.
He says it's to help me, make me better, make me sane again.
I think HE's the one who's crazy! Can you believe it, he called me
Heero the other day.
HEERO?!
Ha. Ha. Doesn't he know that your dead, burried six feet under? That
your rotting flesh is being eaten, even as we speak, by thousands of
tiny worms?
Ha. Ha. Poor guy's flipped!
I tried to calmy corrected him, but he just ignored me and shoved
those damn pills down my throat. How dare he fuck with Shinigami!
He'll pay for this! But not now, no not now.
The white room is starting to blirr again, and I can feel my binding
jacket chaffing my skin. Guess I'd better go.
I love you... Heer... Duo.
~*~Fin~*~
Notes: Yes, that was Heero the whole time. And yes, Duo is the one
who died. He just couldn't handle it and slowly began to replace Duo
the only way he could, by becoming him (and thus why he's in the
crazy house). That's also why at the grave it really could have been
either Heero or Duo's POV, but slowly it became clear that it was
Heero who was supposively dead, for in a way he was. I mean, in a
twisted way, Duo lives on in Heero and the Heero persona died.
Strange, ne? Hope you liked, and HAPPY BIRTHDAY MISUZU!!!!!!!!!