The
End Of The Line
Re-uploaded for your viewing pleasure!
Disclaimers: I don't own Gundam Wing or the song 'End of the Line.'
Bandai stuff and Offspring own em. Not me.
Warnings: Umm..implied character death...possible OOC. Enjoy!
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Being a princess sure had its advantages. Though, it also had many, many
downsides. Which involuntarily, or maybe voluntarily, led me to my final
decision. One of the better perks of being a high official is that many
won't question when given a reason to shut up. Another is the
connections. Especially to old enemies. A fake kidnapping, a few well
placed 'clues' and 'ransoms'…and a death. To think, only those few things
could set a person free.
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When the siren's flash is gone
And we're left to carry on
All the memories are too few
A lone man of twenty years walked at a slow pace down the empty streets of the
kingdom in mourning. Though his head was bent, his Prussian blue eyes peeked up
through messy brown bangs to watch the crowd grow closer and closer. The
wind that flapped the tails of his black trench coat brought with it the cries
of the saddened crowd.
After another five minutes of walking, the boys' boots crunched on the gravel
of the center of the city where thousands had gathered to mark the passing of
their princess. He did not want to push his way through the crying crowd
to confirm what he already knew was there in center court.
An open coffin.
Filled to the brim with flowers.
But no cold dead body.
'Relena…' The choked inner voice of Heero Yuy sobbed.
When the pastor's music plays
And that casket rolls away
I could live again if you
Just stay alive for me
Heero stood at the very edge of the crowd the whole time. Soon, after
hours of mourning and mingling, the crowd began to thin out. The final
cords of the organ music drifted his way. In the fading light of the day,
Heero could see the coffins last two mourners move towards it. Milliard
Peacecraft and his wife, Lucrezia Peacecraft, made their way over, failing to
wipe away the tears that flowed like rivers. Milliard put his hand on the
open flap, shuddered one last time, and closed it. He turned away and
started to walk away, only to fall to his knees and bury his face in his hands,
weeping uncontrollably. Lucrezia was by his side immediately, rocking him
back and forth soothingly. Heero bowed his head away from the sight,
concentrating on paying his own respects and keeping his own tears and emotions
hidden.
Please stay now, you left me here alone - it's the end of the line
Please stay I can't make it on my own - it's the end of the line
Make it on my own
It's the end of the line
'Relena…why? How could I have let them get you? Damnit! I
promised to always protect you, and instead, it got you killed. I could
have done something more. I could have saved you if I had tried harder. I
could be looking into your beautiful blue eyes, but instead…' Heero's
thoughts trailed off. He couldn't think about that now. This wasn't
the place. He put a hand to his head. 'I can't do this! I don't
want to live alone anymore. If only I had said something sooner…
But I couldn't. Damn training!'
Heero's muddled mind barely acknowledged a fleeing figure, clicking its heels
down an alleyway. Acting on autopilot, he turned his head towards the
direction, only catching a glimpse of the suns last dying rays dancing through
wheat blonde hair.
Now that you are dead and gone
And I'm left to carry on
I could never smile cause you
Won't stay alive for me
The end of the week brought Heero and the other pilots, their families, the
public, and media at the gravesite of a freshly dug grave. Tears flowed
freely down the females' faces, as well as Milliard, Quatre Raberba Winner, and
Duo Maxwell. The service ended and the public and media trickled away.
Heero was numb. He couldn't think anymore. He didn't want to think
anymore. She was dead. She would never laugh at him anymore, or be
there to make him laugh. She would never be there to give him a quick hug
hello or good-bye that he always had taken for granted. She would never
smile her beautiful twinkling smile again.
"Smile." Heero picked up his head to see Hilde Schbeiker standing in
front of him, hands clasped in front of her black-clad body. She tried
her best to smile, but it only came out wavering. He tried. He
really did try. But only the bare corners of his mouth picked themselves
up for barely a millisecond. It just didn't feel right to smile and laugh
anymore.
Finally,
Your final resting day
Is without me
I weep
And think of brighter days
What about me?
Heero always thought he would be the one to go before her. It was his way of
life. It was his duty, to protect her till the day he or she died.
Hopefully, him first. He never wanted to see her die.
'Damnit!' He mentally berated himself. 'I should have
gone before you. That's how it was supposed to turn out. I survived
the whole war for you. I was ready to die at a moments notice, but you
pulled me through. Now what?'
Heero bowed his head and turned away from Hilde and all the others. Tears
he couldn't hide anymore came rushing out.
"Gomen ne, Hilde-san. I'm just going to go for a walk." Even though
he wasn't looking at her, Hilde nodded her head and turned back towards the
group of the crying compatriots.
Heero walked away and weaved among the trees that dotted the area. throwing
shadows all over the ground. Tears that had flowed so freely before had
stinted themselves to nonexistence. After another 10 minutes of walking,
Heero let out an uncharacteristic sigh and leaned against a tree. Deep in
his thoughts and self-loathing and depression, he did not her the steps against
the grass approaching till a flutter of white-blonde hair brushed past his vision. He picked up his
heavy head and watched as Dorothy Catalonia walked inches passed him, then turn
sideways to look at him out of the corners of her eyes.
"Sorry to hear about Relena-sama. We all know you tried your best.
But I guess you just can't win every time." With that, she turned,
flipping her hair backwards and smiling her old, cruel smile. Heero
sneered at her retreating back as she walked towards a waiting black car.
Heero picked himself up from the tree trunk and made his way back slowly.
As Heero walked, a flash of golden caught his eye. He snapped his
head up and turned around, only catching a glimpse of a tiny figure running
down the pathway, away from the grave. Normally, he would not have paid
it a second thought, but the golden wheat colored sea of hair that floated
behind the running form stirred an unfamiliar feeling within him.
'So…familiar. It couldn't be, could it?' Acting on impulse,
he ran after the figure. 'Relena…'
You can't take back, the one mistake
That still lives on after life it takes
In that one day, that changed our lives
And bitter memories are left behind
That hair. That beautifully weaven gold spun though blonde silk. He knew
that color. It was the first thing he had seen on that beach. As he
had been brought back to consciousness by warm arms and a gentle voice, he
remembered the fading sun's rays playing and dancing in her billowing hair.
Had it not been wartime, and had he not been brought up the way he had,
he would have acted differently. As it was, he had to quickly suppress
the urge to run his flight-suit covered hand through it.
'Relena…' It had to be her. He knew it. Just as
she could always pick him out in the thickest of crowds just by feeling his
presence, he knew it was her.
"Relena!" He shouted. The figure stopped abruptly, seeming very
hesitant to neither stay nor run. Finally, after he had run a few feet
behind her and catch his breath, she turned around, just a few inches.
The wind blew her radiant hair into her face, obscuring it. Through a
crack in the wall of her hair, he saw one turquoise blue eye shinning at him,
and a smile peeked its way through. Before another word could be spoken,
she dashed of again and into an awaiting black car.
'It WAS her! She's alive!' Were Heero's first coherent
thoughts minutes after the car had sped away. "But why? How?'
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End...for now....
Um...yeah...I used to have this under my old name, GabuyGomamon. But then
I changed the name and took down all my fics to fix them and sperate them.
All my digimon fics are now under Pepper Breath, and all Gundam Wing
ones'll be under this one. I know this is a cliffhanger. And I
sorta have a sequel idea running around, but dun't expect it too soon. I
haven't written any GW fics in awhile....
