Re-Humanize Me.
The four remaining pilots walk into the eerily quiet room. They each easily recognized the aura of death but this was one of the first times it really reached the darkened and scarred conciseness' of the young soldiers. The four approached the silent clerk.
Heero: "We're here for the waking of Duo Maxwell."
His voice was calm and cool, yet had an unusual melancholy ring. The pale man nods and ushers the boys into a small red velvet room. There were old fashion chairs lining the walls and a doorway to the next room. Each of the boys silently took their turn signing the guest book before sitting down. There's a respectful pause of silence before anyone dared to speak.
Quatre: "So…who's going in first?"
He tugs uncomfortably on his tux. The others started to do the same. Heero stands up quietly, his hands trembling as he stands before the gray door frame. He takes a deep breath before stepping through. A cold chill sweeps his body and he bites his lip. He'd seen bodies before…Hell, he'd caused their deaths. This shouldn't be so hard, he thought. He closes his eyes as he stands before the oak coffin. Maxwell had done so much for him. He'd stayed by Heero even after the war, saying that it was his personal duty to see that Heero move on and lead a normal life. He promised to re-humanize him. Heero slowly opens his eyes and peered at his best friend. He looked so young, so natural. Except for the grim expression instead of the Maxwell signature smile. He was hardly ever seen without it, the last time Heero had seen Duo was the second time he'd seen that look. He was leaving Heero's apartment, his eyes blank, his face pale and that grim expression gracing his lips. Now that he thought about it, Duo looked better now.
Heero's blue eyes rested on his braided friend. Until now he'd never realized how much Duo had actually devoted himself to Heero, and how little Heero had known about his smiling friend. Only when the hospital had called did he first find out that Duo was on drugs. He was in a coma from an overdose of Anti-depressants. Duo Maxwell, a chronic depressant, it still seemed so unreal. He'd rushed to the hospital, demanding an explanation for how this could've happened. Duo would never have committed suicide, no matter how depressed. The only alternative they could offer him was that maybe Duo's body had created a natural immunity to the drugs and unknowingly he'd upped his dosage.
Heero had stayed with him night and day for the two weeks he was in, he was there right to the moment when Duo passed away. Heero felt like crying. Why hadn't Duo told him? He could've helped. They could have worked through their problems together instead of focusing on Heero. The braided pilot had worked for months with Heero, teaching him to once again feel. To love life, to love himself and to once again love others. Once again though, Duo was sucking him into the void of pain and hate. Heero pounded on the side of the coffin. Why had Duo done this to him? Why had he left? The three remaining pilots peeked in curiously. Heero was bent down, his head buried in his arms and sobbing lightly. Quatre put his hand on Heero's shaking back.
Duo had given him his humanity back.
~ Fin ~
I tried. Oh well. It looks alot more dramatic with a black backround and white letters.
Yah, another fic named after a song. "Re-Humanize Me" By Mir. They're the best. Well, them and the Wallflowers. Anyway, Reveiw if ya want, leave if you don't.