Fic by: Windsor
Duo tucked his chin to burrow even deeper into his trench coat. He was standing on forbidden grounds at his own risk. But he had to do this. The raw December wind swirled around him, playing with his braid and long bangs. He stared down at the object at his feet.
[maybe in another life
I could find you there]
"Heero." he rasped brokenly
[pulled away before your time
I can't deal, it's so unfair]
A brutal militia rebel faction that wished it to become as powerful as OZ had captured Heero. Duo's mouth broke quickly into a humorless sardonic smile. God, even five years after Mariemaia's defeat there were still people eager to try to take over the earth sphere and colonies. "No rest for us wicked, ne Heero?" He had asked the Zero pilot one time. "Hn." Heero continued to type on that damned laptop of his.
[and it feels
and it feels like
Heaven's so far away]
Duo's violet eyes stared unseeingly at the simple headstone.
A.C. 180-A.C. 201
"Perfect Soldier. Perfect Friend."
[and it feels
yeah it feels like
The world has grown cold
Now that you've gone away]
Duo figured that the others would be worried about him. If any of them were still awake. Duo, well, he had taken to walking at night since he didn't sleep anyway. *I always end up here, though* A tear, followed by another, slipped down Duo's cheeks. Soon they were flowing freely and Duo let them.
[leaving flowers on your grave
show that I still care]
He dropped the lone, blood red rose at the base of the headstone
[but black roses and Hail Mary's
Can't bring back what's been taken from me]
Duo's knees soon hit the soft turf. He slouched over and his salty tears hit the velvet soft petals of the single rose. Kit had been taking him with when she went to Mass. Telling him that God would help him through this turbulent time. But he didn't want God to help him now-he wanted God to have helped Heero then. A sliver of anger pierced Duo's haze of grief and he latched on to it and let it grow.
[I reach out to the sky
and call out your name]
"Why God?! Why!?" Duo screamed in pain toward the night sky. His voice bounced off the surrounding headstones and ricocheted back toward him mockingly.
[and if I could trade
I would]
After a few more shouts and epitaphs, his voice lowered down to almost a pleading whine, "Why not me? Heero had Kit and their life together. Me, I have no one. Not even my best friend."
[and it feels
and it feels like
Heaven's so far away]
"Duo," a voice whispered in the braided pilot's head. He looked up sharply with tear-blurred eyes. No one was there, yet it sounded like...
"Heero?" he whispered.
"Duo, you will always have me, inside, where it counts. You have to move on with your life."
"Yeah," Duo conceded, "But I miss you, Yuy."
"I miss you too, Duo, but I'm at peace now." Heero's voice was uncharacteristically gentle and full of emotion.
[and it stings
yeah it stings now]
"Heero? HEERO?!!" Duo yelled. He was gone, At Peace. It'd be a long time before Duo was at peace. He continued to kneel at Heero's grave-completely alone.
[the world is so cold
now that you've gone away]