Angelic Voice
By Hachi Mitsu
07.09.01
Phase Four
The breeze still blows about,
Carrying your voice far above,
The chaotic world burning beneath.
Confusion, hatred, anger, seethe.
But only your words still remains clear
Only you, I still can hear
Above all other noise
I still can hear your
Angelic voice.
AN: whoooah, for those who had
been keeping track of the Blood Red – Angelic Voice series for about a year
now, I think I'm finally going to end it ;_; sad sad sad, very sad =( I think I'm
going to have this, and then an epilogue just to tie up all loose ends… geez,
an entire year!!!
Ooo brings back nice memories… *sigh*
this summer sucks, I have to take classes AND work!! Last summer I only had to...
er... take classes and work... um... never mind .
Anyways, enjoy this last (?)
full chapter of Angelic Voice! (btw – read the little note at the end
concerning sequel – what happens – and explanation… etc)
"It's
like gathering for the final scene... here I am, after all those years of
searching, and here you are, you're dead, but you're still here."
"Duo..."
"Shut
up!!! You were never alive! You lied!!! The entire time!!" I felt my
voice break beneath the screaming. I wanted to hate him so badly. I couldn't...
when I spoke again, I could hardly hear my own voice "Why did you have to die?"
I
turned around to look into the emotionless eyes of Heero, or who I thought to
be Heero. His eyes were quiet, analyzing and deliberate, just like when I first,
or rather believed to be the first, time I met him at the military base.
"I
died- no, Heero died that first night, when he fell into the sea." He
explained, as if reading my thoughts. "He didn't know anything about this,
about your past. Then again, maybe he did... But I- I was so lost, I didn't
know who I was, but I knew about the past, and I still had things to
take care of."
"How
are you?"
I
turned around in time to catch a flicker of pain in his eyes. "Don't you
remember? In the cell?"
"Andre"
A sad smile tugged on my lips. "So you did die..."
A
shrug. "What was I to expect? I died a long time ago, and for the longest
eternity, I was lost, I didn't know who I was, why I was still around. And
then, I saw you, I saw you shooting Heero to protect the girl and I started to
remember. I remembered the dusty days in the library, the afternoon sun
filtering through the stain-glass windows. I remembered the excitement of after
people, trying to find information. I remembered the despair and death... but
then, I remembered being given another chance! The soft hum of the machinery,
the watery grave, but another chance... I didn't know it then, but it was more
than anything I could possibly have hoped for... what I wouldn't give now to be
there again, even though I had hated it then, up until that last moment, I had
hated it. But now? I die all over again to be sitting in that chair hundreds of
feet underground..."
There
was something important that he's saying which I'm missing. I know it. But I can't
tell what it is. Something that I have to know...
He
continued, leaning over a rusted railing. "When that happened, I realized that
even though I was no longer... myself, I still had my chance." He paused, and
frowned. "I don't know why I did. I didn't deserve yet another chance, I really
didn't! But I woke up in a hospital tied down onto that metal thing." He
turned to me almost desperate to make a point. "So you see? Duo Maxwell never
really met Heero Yuy."
"But
back then, before they destroyed this place" I waved my hands around the wreckage
around me "wasn't that the real Heero?"
It
was his turn to smile sadly. "But that weren't really Duo Maxwell, now was it? At
least not who you are now..."
"What
do you mean?"
"If
you can't figure it out by yourself, then maybe you shouldn't know..." His eyes
glazed over, just a bit, as if he was seeing into another place, another time. "Listen,
can you hear them gathering? The thoughts of your friends. No, the final scene
ended a long time ago, they're only reappearing for their bow... Isn't it
iroinic? It was here where it all began and ended, the hopes the dreams of
light. And then years and years later, it ended all over again in a little club
house sitting above where it all started."
I
started to cry suddenly, quiet sobs as I remembered that night. "Why?" I whispered, I don't think he heard me, but
that was ok, it wasn't really meant for anyone to hear.
"I
hope you'll forgive them someday. It wasn't really their fault. The people who
made them... made you, programmed all of you to forget everything if their
cover was ever blown. You were programmed to detect traces of memories from
those like you and to destroy them if they do remember. Maybe Heero had
remembered you, maybe you didn't shoot him because of that girl. Maybe you shot
him because you couldn't help it. Do you still remember that feeling of
helplessness? If you can, then maybe you'll find it in your heart to forgive
them. They were your friends after all."
But
why did they attack? I didn't remember anything back then. The dreams must have triggered it. Dreams...
all just dreams, I wanted to believe that so badly. I can remember it now, that
cold bitter night years and years ago, wandering around starving before Solo
found me, before I lost him too. Before I became Duo Maxwell, and in a way, all
over again. No it wasn't a dream. The stage is set, but will anyone still come?
"What will you do now?"
He
shrugged. "I died centuries ago, what does it matter now? It's gone a full
circle... I'm back where I started out. Maybe I'll go and find out who
destroyed this place, but what good will that do?"
His
voice was so bleak and lost, not like the Heero I knew... but then again who
was the Heero I knew? He turned to leave.
"Goodbye
Duo." The voice was emotionless again, the mask back on. But the finality of
the words cut through me like a knife. I felt like crying again even though I had
promised myself years ago I would never. Another thing coming to an end I guess.
I turned back to the railing just cause I don't think I could stand seeing him
leave yet again.
"Andre?"
There
was a slight pause. For a moment I feared that he had left already. But the
familiar smoothness of his quiet voice washed over me.
"Yes?"
A
ghost of a smile lit my face.
"Say
hello to Heero for me"
There
was a pause again. I imagine that he might have smiled too, or nodded. The
footsteps continued until they were swallowed by the sound of machinery waking
from their long sleep, drowned out by the crying of the souls. And so the
curtain closes, but there's no applause, only an unrest silence.
***
The
sunlight drenched the balcony with life, but inside it was dark and cold. Heero's
stuff was gone as if it were never there, leaving the room lifeless. I didn't
want to stay here anymore, yet I don't know where I want to go.
The
sun sank a bit more, casting a ray of light through the branches and onto
something sitting on the desk that I hadn't noticed before. It was the book I had
found in the library last night. I opened it to the page where a piece of paper
was tucked in, it wasn't a paper, it was a picture. It was the group picture, a
little torn and still a bit stained with tears it would have seemed dead, but the
light glazed it with a warm red making it seem so... alive. I looked down, lost
in the sea of little squares of black and white pictures, I picked out my face.
Smiling optimistically. Below it were
the usual set of numbers and information, but beneath that was something
I hadn't seen the first time.
Class
A: Duo Andre
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AN: oooo!
I'm writing an epilogue to tie up all loose ends as well as a little
explanation to explain the story a bit since I can imagine how confused lots of
you must be o.O;;
And guys!
Please review with suggestions of how to end it. Seriously anything you want, I'll
even try bringing some people back if you want ^^;; if I get enough interesting
suggestions, I might even write a sequel! Of a prequel of something ^___^
Kk, so
please review!!