This is an inspiration I got
from listening to one of my maniacally depressing CD's
Anyone found a muse for me
yet? Please? Whimper
Gundam Wing is not
mine. Is that disclaimer enough?
Angst! And lot's of it, I think. It's kind of short though. And sucky.
Be wary. Read, Enjoy and
Review!!
~*~
He sat in the room, in
complete darkness. The moon was gone,
hidden behind the angry red storm clouds.
He stared into space, tears rolling down his expressionless face. Slowly, he reached up and felt one of the
salty drops. It glistened in the dark
and the brown haired teen gazed at it, small wonderment in his blue eyes. His hand dropped away again slowly. Another tear dripped off his face and
landed, mingling with the blood that was already on the wooden floor.
A half sob escaped him as he
fell forward on his knees slowly and cradled the cold body on the floor. The corpse looked up at his former lover
with empty amethyst eyes, his crimson tinted hair falling in clumpy damp
waves. An animalistic cry tore through
Heero and he wept harshly, his tears disappearing into the once chestnut locks
of hair.
He rocked back and forth
slowly, crying to himself. "Why, oh
god, why Duo?" he wailed; silence answered him. He pulled the longhaired boy closer to his face and buried his
tears and sobs in the stiffening body.
His hands traced the empty face longingly and more tears escaped his
dark eyes. "Oh, God, Duo," he choked
out softly. "Duo..."
His small hands caressed the
pale body's face, softly brushing away strands of the once golden brown
hair. Heero's face contorted into one
of pure, raw pain, and he let out a heart-wrenching cry. His hands trembled and he pulled the cold body
into his lap, propping it up slightly.
The sobbing teen let his hands run down Duo's thin arms, and gently
stroke the deep cuts on the violet-eyed teen's wrists. "Duo…"
"I'm sorry Duo," came the
soft apology. It was drowned in tears
and sniffles. "I love you, Duo. Why?
Why did I say those things? I
love you, Duo, I swear. I didn't mean
to say that I didn't. I'm so
sorry!" The brown haired teen looked
down at his dead lover. A tear fell
onto the pale flesh, and then rolled off.
"Duo!"
He sobbed even harder and
buried his face in his hands.
"I wish we hadn't fought this
morning," he whispered hoarsely. "I
wish I could take back what I said, Duo.
Please forgive me, Duo." Another
tear trailed down the tanned face. "I
love you so much, Duo," he sobbed through his hands. He looked up from where he sat and stared at his gun on the
dresser. His destiny. His savior.
Heero's tears continued to
fall, even as he lifted the American's body from off the floor. He carried the longhaired teen to the bed
they had once shared and laid him down gently.
The blue-eyed teen reached out slowly and gently closed his lover's
blank eyes, then placed a small kiss on the cold forehead.
A loud bang followed by a
muffled thud, came was heard from the room.
Heero Yuy died with a smile
on his face and a gun in hand.
A small note was left on the
table:
I hope the carpets don't
Stain.
~*~
Yeah, I know that
sucked. Sorry.
