Thanks to everyone who's putting up with my uploading pattern!!!!! This chapter would be dedicated to two of my favorite online friends: Corinna and Mitsugi but this chapter isn't that happy....
If anyone made a death fic it would be a curse to dedicate it to someone. It's like here's you're fic, now die!!!!
Now I goa go read the fic Corinna recommended to me and I need to read the chapter Mitsugi's uploading!!!!
My heart skipped a beat...
Sure enough, Duo was sitting in the well-lit room. I was expecting him, but he still startled me. He was perched on the center of a metallic table, an array of weapons spread out around him. He cradled his left arm in his lap and held a roll of gauze in mouth. He looked incredibly vulnerable and lost in the clinical atmosphere around him. Slowly he turned to look at me. At first his eyes were emotionless and dead, but when he finally was looking at me, his eyes sparked back to life.
"Hay Haro, whas upp? Ey whaz jus hinkin 'bou you." the fallen angel intelligently said to me around the gauze in his mouth. His grin brighter than any of the lights in the world or space for that matter...
'Shut up. Can't you see he's hurt?'
I didn't respond. But I felt a smirk creeping onto my face, so I turned and locked the door. My smirk completely gone, I turned back to face Duo. "What's the matter with your arm?" I asked him, fighting to keep my voice and thoughts in control.
" 'S nuthin'. "
It clearly wasn't nothing. I walked up to him and took a look at his arm. He didn't try to hide the wound but I saw a blush creep on to his face. His arm had a deep gash. Maybe one of the soldiers had gotten close enough to use a knife? I gingerly took the gauze from his mouth. Taking an antiseptic wipe out from my pocket, my fingers brushed against his knife.
I took the knife and placed it into his free hand. While he was distracted, I cleaned the gash.
"Shit!" he exclaimed loudly, more from the shock than the pain.
I could smell his lavender shampoo. It was doing weird things inside my head. It was hard to focus, being so close to him.
'What the hell is happening to me?'
My fingers trembling, I slowly unraveled the gauze, hoping Duo wouldn't notice. Looking down at him, I was sure he knew something was wrong. He looked at me, biting his lip in concentration, the concern evident in his violet eyes.
"What's wrong with you?" he asked, genuinely concerned.
'As a partner...'
"Nothing," quickly changing the subject I asked him "what happened to your arm?"
(Duo's P.O.V.)
"C'mon you're obviously not well. What's wrong?"
Heero didn't acknowledge me saying anything. Instead he tightened his grip on my arm.
"Heero! You know I'm right! Just tell me what's wrong..."
Standing before me, I could see Heero's eyes narrow significantly. Beads of sweat started to stream down from his forehead. I could practically see the tension radiating off of him. His fingers hadn't stopped trembling since he walked into the room.
'Is he sick? Heero's never gotten sick before... maybe one of the Oz soldiers poisoned him?'
Giving one last tug, Heero finished tying the bandages. He was visibly sagging against the table, a MAJOR deal, for him. Heero, the perfect soldier who had a back as straight as a board and would never be caught dead showing a weakness, was now trembling. Something. Was. Majorly. Wrong.
'Something must've happened'
Heero let his arms dangle at his sides. He was staring at my wounded arm, and wouldn't look directly at me.
"Heero! Would you stop being so stupid and tell me what's wrong?!"
Unable to stop himself in time, he looked me straight in the eyes. His blue eyes were over flowing with pain and confusion. It was heart wrenching, just looking at him. He'd gotten noticeably paler, making the dark rings under his eyes seem bigger and making him look a lot more weak than he was. But then again, he could have been dying from an Oz chemical at that very moment and I would have just been sitting there thinking about him.
Slowly he opened his mouth to say something. It seemed like an incredibly hard thing to do. I wasn't sure if it was caused by his condition or by him trying to open up to me, but whichever it was, it looked like it was taking it's toll on him.
"I-just... I wan-ted..." suddenly Heero collapsed. His eyes widening in shock, and then quickly shutting. As close as he was, he fell into my outstretched arms. At the first touch, I could tell he was burning up with a fever.
Struggling just a bit, I pushed my collected weapons to one side and I laid Heero onto the table. It wasn't exactly a 5 star bed, and it looked like a gurney... how appropriate... Ripping off a portion of my black shirt, I looked down at my shirt in vain.
'There goes another shirt' I thought sarcastically, trying to shield myself from the great concern I was feeling for the other pilot.
I took the cloth and gently soaked up the sweat from Heero's forehead, trying my best to not disturb him. As soon as I lifted the cloth away from his forehead, I realized he had slipped into R.E.M.
Fever induced nightmares...
Heero's dreams were NEVER pleasant. Yes, I admit I pay more attention to him than I should at safe houses... But the point is that fever induced nightmares had a tendency to be bad, and at the same time Heero dreams were definitely bad. Meaning Heero was about to have some very, VERY bad dreams... In the middle of an Oz base no less
'Gah, Heero, you pick the worst times...'
I could see Heero's muscles start to twitch. The sweat seemed to impossibly increase and Heero's eyebrows began to furrow. Before I could react, I heard footsteps out side the door. "I found him! He's in here!" came a shout from outside the door. Then the sound of more hurried footsteps resonated throughout the silent room.
'Oh shit!'
(Heero's P.O.V.)
I could feel myself being drawn towards Duo's wide violet eyes. His eye's violet depths were endless, and I could feel myself falling into it. Then in an instant, I was plunged into complete darkness.
At first I didn't move and checked on my status. The sweating and the other abnormalities were gone. But the sense of foreboding wasn't.
Ever so slowly the things around me came into focus. I was in a large white room, it was empty at first, but soon a single door and a video camera came into view. Lastly and slowest of all, a clear glass box came into existence. Inside was a small figure, around 5 years of age, I couldn't tell if it was male or female much less who it was. Even slower still, the messy brown hair came into detail, and not long after, the wide Prussian blue eyes.
'It's me...'
'I know what's going to happen...'
I heard the door open, instinctively, I thought it was an Oz soldier, but in the back of my head, I knew exactly who it was.
A gray haired old man walked into the room. He wore small glasses, the type the mad men in horror movies would wear. Everyone knew him as Dr. J. Behind him walked a woman in her mid-thirties. She had mid-length light brown hair and sky-blue eyes.
"You are not going to do anything else!" She shrieked in a heavy Japanese accent.
"This is for the good of humanity. You'll do as I say," replied Dr. J
"I do not care about humanity! I gave you Odin in exchange for my freedom you imbecile!" Her voice was rising higher and higher. The younger me, in the box started to cry. I knew why. The woman was my mother; I could barely recognize her even when I was young. She never acknowledged me and I usually never saw her. I didn't know about the argument, but I knew what was going to happen next.
"The name is now Heero Yuy. This will be your last test ok?"
"Hmph. Finally," said the woman indignantly.
Taking metal chains, Dr. J. strapped the woman's back to the top of the box. Finding she couldn't move, the woman started to panic.
"What are you doing?" she asked, not sure if she could trust the doctor or not.
"Your last test..." the doctor snorted, not even trying to hide his laughter.
I could see the knife materialize in the younger Heero's hand.
"Heero. Kill her." He stared at the boy expectantly.
"No..." replied Heero looking hurt and betrayed.
"Soldiers have no use for emotions," said J in a reprimanding and cynical tone.
"But...she's my ...momma," said the boy in between sobs.
"Those are the emotions that will kill you in the end. Kill her now, before I kill both of you."
The little boy started sobbing so hard that he couldn't even respond.
"Kill her now."
Realizing the doctor was seriously about to let her be killed, the woman started to scream loudly.
"Do it now." His voice wasn't loud, and the screams were deafeningly loud. Yet I heard him like he had screamed it in my ear.
I tried to move from where I was standing, and I couldn't. I wanted to do anything possible not just stand there. But I couldn't move, couldn't cover my ears, couldn't stop looking at screaming woman, couldn't stop myself from the unmasked horror in my own eyes and I couldn't ignore the amused look on Dr. J's face.
"Kill her."
What Dr. J said surprised me. He was looking straight at me. Not my younger self. I blinked, and suddenly I was sitting inside the box, able to see everything I could all those years back. But now I could also see my younger self.
I could hear the woman struggling in the bonds. She thought I was going to kill her. I grasped the knife, weighing it, testing it to see if it was real or not some horrible nightmare. It was heavy, 10 pounds at least, but it was like an ethereal feather in my hands. I flipped it over. A sense of déjà vu overwhelmed me. It was the same knife I gave Duo. The same knife he engraved 'Death do us part' on. The same knife I used to kill my mother.
Why hadn't I remembered?
Before I could do anything, the younger me sprang up against the glass of the box. He held the knife up to his throat. I looked at the knife in my hand. Slowly it dissolved into nothingness, even as I held it.
"I'll do it. I don't care."
This caused Dr. J to break out into a fit of maniacal laughter.
"Kill her. Now!" exclaimed J instantly losing all the mirth from his voice, and instead, as sharp as the knife I once held in my hand.
The younger me, finally seeing the hopelessness of the situation, lowered the knife from his neck. In a monotone voice he, or rather I, stated, "Mission acknowledged".
Quicker than what should have possible, the younger me jammed the knife into the woman's back. The tip of the knife pierced through her, and came out in the middle of her chest. With a gurgling noise from deep within, the woman slumped against the box.
Dr. J smiled triumphantly, "For your punishment, you're going to have a little," he trailed off for a moment. Opening the door, he walked out. Right before he shut the door, he glanced back at me "time out." Treating me like a normal kid, like I was a regular 5 year old, not someone who had just killed his own mother.
The younger Heero cried out. The strangled sob echoed around the silent room. Slowly, the blood, no longer absorbed by the blood-soaked shirt, started seeping out of the dead body. Seemingly drip by drip, the blood began overflowing and drained down the glass walls.
Suddenly ripped apart from my younger self, I stood in the center of the fading room. I could still see the cube; it was covered in blood. And I could faintly see the shadow of my younger self, trying vainly to hold his mother. We were two different people; I was so far out now, I didn't even compare to the boy.
With one last strangled gasp, he fell to the floor. No longer indistinguishable from the corpse above him.
The room around me faded to black.
Maybe we have one thing in common... neither if us cry...
I felt a drop of liquid hit me squarely in the forehead. It was warm and sticky. Fearing the worst, I rubbed it off with my hand. Looking down, I saw it was blood.
I looked up. Whichever way was up, in the epitome of darkness I was stranded in. I saw it seemed like the whole sky, was painted a dark crimson color. But I knew better than that. Life would never be that easy on me. It was blood...
In less than a minute, and yet agonizingly slowly the blood had reached me. It seemed to creep down the walls around me. And soon I was knee-deep in it. The most horrible fact was that it was still warm. Like it was flowing from someone who'd been just killed.
I could no longer see any blackness. All I could see was the dark red blood flowing down the walls. The crimson blood....
The crimson walls...
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If anyone made a death fic it would be a curse to dedicate it to someone. It's like here's you're fic, now die!!!!
Now I goa go read the fic Corinna recommended to me and I need to read the chapter Mitsugi's uploading!!!!
My heart skipped a beat...
Sure enough, Duo was sitting in the well-lit room. I was expecting him, but he still startled me. He was perched on the center of a metallic table, an array of weapons spread out around him. He cradled his left arm in his lap and held a roll of gauze in mouth. He looked incredibly vulnerable and lost in the clinical atmosphere around him. Slowly he turned to look at me. At first his eyes were emotionless and dead, but when he finally was looking at me, his eyes sparked back to life.
"Hay Haro, whas upp? Ey whaz jus hinkin 'bou you." the fallen angel intelligently said to me around the gauze in his mouth. His grin brighter than any of the lights in the world or space for that matter...
'Shut up. Can't you see he's hurt?'
I didn't respond. But I felt a smirk creeping onto my face, so I turned and locked the door. My smirk completely gone, I turned back to face Duo. "What's the matter with your arm?" I asked him, fighting to keep my voice and thoughts in control.
" 'S nuthin'. "
It clearly wasn't nothing. I walked up to him and took a look at his arm. He didn't try to hide the wound but I saw a blush creep on to his face. His arm had a deep gash. Maybe one of the soldiers had gotten close enough to use a knife? I gingerly took the gauze from his mouth. Taking an antiseptic wipe out from my pocket, my fingers brushed against his knife.
I took the knife and placed it into his free hand. While he was distracted, I cleaned the gash.
"Shit!" he exclaimed loudly, more from the shock than the pain.
I could smell his lavender shampoo. It was doing weird things inside my head. It was hard to focus, being so close to him.
'What the hell is happening to me?'
My fingers trembling, I slowly unraveled the gauze, hoping Duo wouldn't notice. Looking down at him, I was sure he knew something was wrong. He looked at me, biting his lip in concentration, the concern evident in his violet eyes.
"What's wrong with you?" he asked, genuinely concerned.
'As a partner...'
"Nothing," quickly changing the subject I asked him "what happened to your arm?"
(Duo's P.O.V.)
"C'mon you're obviously not well. What's wrong?"
Heero didn't acknowledge me saying anything. Instead he tightened his grip on my arm.
"Heero! You know I'm right! Just tell me what's wrong..."
Standing before me, I could see Heero's eyes narrow significantly. Beads of sweat started to stream down from his forehead. I could practically see the tension radiating off of him. His fingers hadn't stopped trembling since he walked into the room.
'Is he sick? Heero's never gotten sick before... maybe one of the Oz soldiers poisoned him?'
Giving one last tug, Heero finished tying the bandages. He was visibly sagging against the table, a MAJOR deal, for him. Heero, the perfect soldier who had a back as straight as a board and would never be caught dead showing a weakness, was now trembling. Something. Was. Majorly. Wrong.
'Something must've happened'
Heero let his arms dangle at his sides. He was staring at my wounded arm, and wouldn't look directly at me.
"Heero! Would you stop being so stupid and tell me what's wrong?!"
Unable to stop himself in time, he looked me straight in the eyes. His blue eyes were over flowing with pain and confusion. It was heart wrenching, just looking at him. He'd gotten noticeably paler, making the dark rings under his eyes seem bigger and making him look a lot more weak than he was. But then again, he could have been dying from an Oz chemical at that very moment and I would have just been sitting there thinking about him.
Slowly he opened his mouth to say something. It seemed like an incredibly hard thing to do. I wasn't sure if it was caused by his condition or by him trying to open up to me, but whichever it was, it looked like it was taking it's toll on him.
"I-just... I wan-ted..." suddenly Heero collapsed. His eyes widening in shock, and then quickly shutting. As close as he was, he fell into my outstretched arms. At the first touch, I could tell he was burning up with a fever.
Struggling just a bit, I pushed my collected weapons to one side and I laid Heero onto the table. It wasn't exactly a 5 star bed, and it looked like a gurney... how appropriate... Ripping off a portion of my black shirt, I looked down at my shirt in vain.
'There goes another shirt' I thought sarcastically, trying to shield myself from the great concern I was feeling for the other pilot.
I took the cloth and gently soaked up the sweat from Heero's forehead, trying my best to not disturb him. As soon as I lifted the cloth away from his forehead, I realized he had slipped into R.E.M.
Fever induced nightmares...
Heero's dreams were NEVER pleasant. Yes, I admit I pay more attention to him than I should at safe houses... But the point is that fever induced nightmares had a tendency to be bad, and at the same time Heero dreams were definitely bad. Meaning Heero was about to have some very, VERY bad dreams... In the middle of an Oz base no less
'Gah, Heero, you pick the worst times...'
I could see Heero's muscles start to twitch. The sweat seemed to impossibly increase and Heero's eyebrows began to furrow. Before I could react, I heard footsteps out side the door. "I found him! He's in here!" came a shout from outside the door. Then the sound of more hurried footsteps resonated throughout the silent room.
'Oh shit!'
(Heero's P.O.V.)
I could feel myself being drawn towards Duo's wide violet eyes. His eye's violet depths were endless, and I could feel myself falling into it. Then in an instant, I was plunged into complete darkness.
At first I didn't move and checked on my status. The sweating and the other abnormalities were gone. But the sense of foreboding wasn't.
Ever so slowly the things around me came into focus. I was in a large white room, it was empty at first, but soon a single door and a video camera came into view. Lastly and slowest of all, a clear glass box came into existence. Inside was a small figure, around 5 years of age, I couldn't tell if it was male or female much less who it was. Even slower still, the messy brown hair came into detail, and not long after, the wide Prussian blue eyes.
'It's me...'
'I know what's going to happen...'
I heard the door open, instinctively, I thought it was an Oz soldier, but in the back of my head, I knew exactly who it was.
A gray haired old man walked into the room. He wore small glasses, the type the mad men in horror movies would wear. Everyone knew him as Dr. J. Behind him walked a woman in her mid-thirties. She had mid-length light brown hair and sky-blue eyes.
"You are not going to do anything else!" She shrieked in a heavy Japanese accent.
"This is for the good of humanity. You'll do as I say," replied Dr. J
"I do not care about humanity! I gave you Odin in exchange for my freedom you imbecile!" Her voice was rising higher and higher. The younger me, in the box started to cry. I knew why. The woman was my mother; I could barely recognize her even when I was young. She never acknowledged me and I usually never saw her. I didn't know about the argument, but I knew what was going to happen next.
"The name is now Heero Yuy. This will be your last test ok?"
"Hmph. Finally," said the woman indignantly.
Taking metal chains, Dr. J. strapped the woman's back to the top of the box. Finding she couldn't move, the woman started to panic.
"What are you doing?" she asked, not sure if she could trust the doctor or not.
"Your last test..." the doctor snorted, not even trying to hide his laughter.
I could see the knife materialize in the younger Heero's hand.
"Heero. Kill her." He stared at the boy expectantly.
"No..." replied Heero looking hurt and betrayed.
"Soldiers have no use for emotions," said J in a reprimanding and cynical tone.
"But...she's my ...momma," said the boy in between sobs.
"Those are the emotions that will kill you in the end. Kill her now, before I kill both of you."
The little boy started sobbing so hard that he couldn't even respond.
"Kill her now."
Realizing the doctor was seriously about to let her be killed, the woman started to scream loudly.
"Do it now." His voice wasn't loud, and the screams were deafeningly loud. Yet I heard him like he had screamed it in my ear.
I tried to move from where I was standing, and I couldn't. I wanted to do anything possible not just stand there. But I couldn't move, couldn't cover my ears, couldn't stop looking at screaming woman, couldn't stop myself from the unmasked horror in my own eyes and I couldn't ignore the amused look on Dr. J's face.
"Kill her."
What Dr. J said surprised me. He was looking straight at me. Not my younger self. I blinked, and suddenly I was sitting inside the box, able to see everything I could all those years back. But now I could also see my younger self.
I could hear the woman struggling in the bonds. She thought I was going to kill her. I grasped the knife, weighing it, testing it to see if it was real or not some horrible nightmare. It was heavy, 10 pounds at least, but it was like an ethereal feather in my hands. I flipped it over. A sense of déjà vu overwhelmed me. It was the same knife I gave Duo. The same knife he engraved 'Death do us part' on. The same knife I used to kill my mother.
Why hadn't I remembered?
Before I could do anything, the younger me sprang up against the glass of the box. He held the knife up to his throat. I looked at the knife in my hand. Slowly it dissolved into nothingness, even as I held it.
"I'll do it. I don't care."
This caused Dr. J to break out into a fit of maniacal laughter.
"Kill her. Now!" exclaimed J instantly losing all the mirth from his voice, and instead, as sharp as the knife I once held in my hand.
The younger me, finally seeing the hopelessness of the situation, lowered the knife from his neck. In a monotone voice he, or rather I, stated, "Mission acknowledged".
Quicker than what should have possible, the younger me jammed the knife into the woman's back. The tip of the knife pierced through her, and came out in the middle of her chest. With a gurgling noise from deep within, the woman slumped against the box.
Dr. J smiled triumphantly, "For your punishment, you're going to have a little," he trailed off for a moment. Opening the door, he walked out. Right before he shut the door, he glanced back at me "time out." Treating me like a normal kid, like I was a regular 5 year old, not someone who had just killed his own mother.
The younger Heero cried out. The strangled sob echoed around the silent room. Slowly, the blood, no longer absorbed by the blood-soaked shirt, started seeping out of the dead body. Seemingly drip by drip, the blood began overflowing and drained down the glass walls.
Suddenly ripped apart from my younger self, I stood in the center of the fading room. I could still see the cube; it was covered in blood. And I could faintly see the shadow of my younger self, trying vainly to hold his mother. We were two different people; I was so far out now, I didn't even compare to the boy.
With one last strangled gasp, he fell to the floor. No longer indistinguishable from the corpse above him.
The room around me faded to black.
Maybe we have one thing in common... neither if us cry...
I felt a drop of liquid hit me squarely in the forehead. It was warm and sticky. Fearing the worst, I rubbed it off with my hand. Looking down, I saw it was blood.
I looked up. Whichever way was up, in the epitome of darkness I was stranded in. I saw it seemed like the whole sky, was painted a dark crimson color. But I knew better than that. Life would never be that easy on me. It was blood...
In less than a minute, and yet agonizingly slowly the blood had reached me. It seemed to creep down the walls around me. And soon I was knee-deep in it. The most horrible fact was that it was still warm. Like it was flowing from someone who'd been just killed.
I could no longer see any blackness. All I could see was the dark red blood flowing down the walls. The crimson blood....
The crimson walls...
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