I actually wrote another fic! Very short.
My first deathfic. (cringes)
I don't ever want to write another one.
"Rapport"
By Caer
The ship was called Capricorn.
It was almost an exact replica of the Libra, built
by the Catalonia clan to get revenge on the Earth. For two years, the colonies and Earth had been ensconced in
rebuilding a lasting peace, only to realize that it was in vain. The Maremaia incident had been a brilliant
and perfectly planned distraction to cover the unignorable launching of the monstrous death ship, built
with a beam cannon that had enough power to take out Earth and the rest of the
colonies in a matter of weeks. They had
barely rebuilt the Gundams in time.
Quatre cried out as Sandrock was hit from behind by
the Mobile Doll's beam cannon.
"You ok Quatre?"
Heero asked as he took out the MD with Wing Zero's Saber, but grunted as
a mass of the offending Mobile Suits bore down on him.
Trowa watched as his friends were slowly but surely
pushed back. The boy's stoic features
and calm eyes showed nothing, but there was fear in his heart. The odds had never been this great. The stakes had never been this high.
Duo and Wufei seemed to be a little better off, but
they weren't as close to the deadly ship as the other three. Heero fought desperately to get close enough
to stop the giant cannon from powering up again, but the Mobile Dolls were
coming faster than even the Gundams could handle.
Quatre sighed as a volley of Heavyarms' missiles
gave him enough time to breathe. His
eyes hardened as he planned out what they must do to save the Earth… to save
everyone.
"Go Heero!"
He yelled. "Sandrock can't do
the job. I'll hold them off the only
way I can. You know what you have to do Heero."
Trowa's eyes widened.
"Right."
Heero said and let a blast from his own beam cannon clear his way. He headed toward the ship at a breakneck
speed. Making his way into the barrel
of Capricorn's giant cannon. Sandrock
stood proud and unmoving as thousands of Mobile Dolls swarmed it.
Trowa looked in horror at Sandrock… then at Wing
Zero.
He followed Heero.
"Wait Heero.
You can't do this. Let me."
"I can't do it Trowa." Heero said as he sped his Gundam further into the ship. "You can't die. You have to take care of Quatre."
Trowa's eyes widened. Quatre? His eyes
narrowed again and he let go another blast of missiles to protect Wing as he
continued to follow. Behind him, he
could see Sandrock beginning to glow the signature glow of self-destruct, but
it didn't matter to Trowa as he continued to follow the Japanese boy. Didn't he know? Didn't he understand? He
cried out as he saw 01's Gundam enter the cannon and saw on his sensor screen
that Wing's beam cannon had begun to power up.
"Heero you can't!
Please! You won't survive!"
Heero smiled sadly in the silence and clarity that
came before death.
"It doesn't matter.
Life is cheap Trowa. Especially
mine."
He aimed into the center of the cannon and fired.
Trowa closed his eyes against the brightness of twin
explosions and clutched his head in pain even as he heard twin cries. On in his head and on from his
communications console as the love of his life was finally claimed by
death. Heavyarms was thrown back, but
Trowa was too consumed with grief to care.
He hoped against hope that the Mobile Dolls would take him too, but they
were silent. Silent as death.
After what seemed like hours, Trowa opened his eyes
and numbly made his way back to where the pod that was all that was left of
Sandrock should be. When Quatre had
rebuilt the Gundams, he had built the Gundanium pods around the cockpits to
protect them against their own self-destruct systems. He had gone on and on about how important human life was and how
he didn't want to lose anyone else in this never ending war. But inside the giant beam cannon of
Capricorn, even the strongest Gundanium armor could not defend against an
explosion of such immense proportions.
Sure enough, Quatre's pod floated calm and safe amid
a cluster of Mobile Doll bits. Yes, the
pod had worked, but to Trowa it didn't matter.
Heero was dead.
Deathscythe hovered close by, clutching the broken but
not beaten Shenlong. Trowa wondered
briefly if Wufei was alive, but he didn't much care. He opened Heavyarms' cockpit and vaulted himself toward the life
pod to retrieve Quatre and go home. As
he released the hatch of the pod and stood on the lip of the entryway, he
paused briefly and looked down, closing his eyes in pain.
Damn you
Heero. How could you let yourself
die. Didn't you care?
Then he knelt down and gathered the silent blond to
him. He looked lovingly down at the
beautiful face, eyes closed in eternal sleep and a tiny rivulet of blood almost
dried trailing from the corner of his mouth.
The slim pale fingers were clutched in a death grip upon the gathered
cloth of his dress shirt above his
heart. Trowa reverently kissed the
still lips as tears began to pool upon the rims of his eyes, eventually
spilling out and raining upon his blond lover's face. Trowa's shoulders began to shake.
Damn you
Heero.
All this time. All this time trying to make sure that you
stayed alive… and you still didn't understand.
I thought you were so intelligent.
I figured it out the first time you tried to self destruct. Why didn't you? Why didn't you make the connection?
Trowa's eyes once again grew
hard and cold as he lifted his small burden and made his way toward
Heavyarms. Wufei and Duo said nothing
as the three remaining Gundam pilots made their way back to Earth to mourn… to
bury the beautiful loving blond prince.
His heart forever connected to the late Heero Yuy, the soul of outer
space.
Owari…
