In Love, Life and Death
By Anonymous Donor
Disclaimer: I don't own any of it, not even the title. The title is from a friend of mine. Thanks, babe, I stole it! ^_^
Pairings: 1xS, 3x4, 5xC (weird, I know.)
Warnings: Death, angsty, depressing
Dedication: To all the people who know what it's like to go through this on either side. May you live forever in our minds.
AD's note: Hey, I got this idea after a long trip, so be warned. My muse likes to inspire me while I'm in a bad mood. Bad Kawaii-Baka, no biscuit!
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**AC 195, right before the fall of the White Fang.**
The four youths slipped into the candle lit room, eyeing the darkness warily. The last of them was not there.
"Heero, why did you call this meeting?" a voice finally called out softly in the dreary room. Heero shook his head.
"I didn't call the meeting Quatre. I don't know who did," Heero answered stonily. This was taking away from good hacking time and it annoyed him, yet at the same time, he felt something very important was about to happen.
"I called it," the voice of the fifth and final pilot said as the black clad figure closed the door and bolted it, leaving the rest with bewildered looks on their faces. Never had they heard such a tone from Duo.
"Maxwell, what are we doing in this dark, damp, not to mention cold room?" the Chinese boy asked irritably, rubbing his eyes. He had been roused from a very comfortable sleep and was getting near glaring daggers at the braided pilot. Duo nodded to the five candles that had been set up in the middle of the room, motioning for them to take a seat in between them. Duo sat, taking the last remaining spot, staring anxiously at the others.
"This past year," he began in a tone that was a complete opposite of his usually cheerful tone. It had a somber, almost dirge like ring to it. ".we've gotten close, very close," he continued. "You guys are my only family, and I want it to stay that way," he told them quietly as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his pocket knife. Quatre stared back at him.
"Yes, Duo, we all feel that way, but you know what war can do." he said softly as the others, even Heero and Wufei, nodded. Duo nodded also.
"Of course I do, Quatre, better than most, but that's why I wanted you guys here now," he said, looking back at Quatre, blue-violet eyes shimmering. He opened the knife and cut shallowly into his hand, letting the crimson liquid that emerged pool in his palm. Wufei stared with amazement. "I want to make a pact, sealed with blood- our blood." He heated the blade and held it out. "Will anyone else do the same?" After a moment of no one moving, Heero slowly reached out and took the blade, doing similar damage to his hand, heated the blade and passed it on to Trowa, then Trowa to Wufei and finally to Quatre. The young braided man held his hand up, palm out to the middle of the circle of people and candles. Soon, they all had their palms pressed together, blood joining and dripping to the floor in a small red pool. Duo smiled.
"We take care of each other, watch each other's backs, forever now. We're brothers, friend and confidantes from now on. In love, life and death.."
**AC 199 Christmas, three years after Marimeia had been taken down.**
Heero sat at the Preventer's party, huddled in a corner. He'd been away from battle for a while, but he still didn't like people all that much. He only went to these social events for Sally. He sighed as he gazed over the room, watching the people drinking and getting drunk, and so on and so forth. He hadn't heard from anyone but Quatre and Trowa lately, Quatre always keeping contact and up to dates of life with the Winner corporation. Wufei was with Catherine at the Beijing sector of the preventers, a proud father to be. Duo, however, had stopped writing and calling two months ago. Heero wasn't bothered. The young braided ex-pilot had been working hard to rebuild the church that had been demolished by soldiers.
"Mr. Yuy?" Heero looked over at a young girl and nodded. She swallowed and handed him a small sheet of paper. "I was asked to give this to you. They said it was important." she told him before bowing and scurrying quickly away. He rolled his eyes and unfolded the small sheet of paper. It was from Trowa and Quatre. Heero blinked as he looked at it. He had never had anything sent to him that was written by Trowa. He read the note, then read it again. The paper floated down to the floor as Heero bolted over to Sally and gave her a kiss and a promise to contact her soon. She watched as the young man sped from the room. She walked to where he had been standing and picked up the paper, reading it quickly.
"Heero,
Please come to the L2-53427 hospital immediately. Duo's in trouble. We all need to be here.
1 Trowa and Quatre"
She shook her head. "Oh, no."
**Hospital waiting room on L2-53427.**
Heero stepped into the sterilized white room, looking around. He hated hospitals. He had too many memories of them and he didn't want to be here now, but if what the letter said was true, he needed to be here.
"Yuy." Heero's head shot in the direction of the voice and he found himself staring right at Trowa. Or a reasonable facsimile of him. The young man in front of him looked tired and worn out, eyes red and blood shot. He looked older, but there was no doubt in his mind that this was in fact Trowa.
"Barton," he acknowledged, then looked around. "Why did you call me here? What's happened?" he asked calmly, even though his insides were jumping. Without another word, Trowa led him to a room, solemn, white and unhappy. As the door opened, Heero looked in and saw the blonde Arab sitting and holding the hand of a thing and pale young man with a long chestnut braid. The once cherubic face smiled up at him, and Heero didn't want to believe that this, this white, frail looking body was that of his best friend from days past. But the blue violet eyes in front of him told him that it was. Those unmistakable purplish orbs that still sparkled like they always had. Heero hadn't even felt himself move, but he was now at Duo's side, sitting in a high backed, uncomfortable chair.
"Hey, Hee-chan," Duo said, his voice stronger than his body looked, the smile still there. Heero sighed at the nickname.
"How many times have I told you not to call me that, baka?" Heero said, but it was less of a scolding and more of relief. He smiled slightly at the young man, then his face turned serious again. "Duo. What happened to you?" Duo shook his head.
"No, no, no. Not until the final arrival gets here." Just as Duo said that, they all heard cursing in Chinese and an irate voice yelling at someone.
"WOMAN!!! GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME! I AM NOT A BUM!" When they heard this, Duo laughed softly and Trowa stepped out of the room to escort Wufei in. Wufei was still muttering and cursing as he made his way in. It was no wonder they thought he was a transient there for free hand outs. He was in a ragged, but clean, pair of pants and his old blue tank top. Heero hadn't even bothered to change out of the uniform he was in. Wufei also looked astonished at the way Duo looked. "Maxwell, what the hell happened to you?" he asked gently. Duo rolled his eyes.
"Well, gee, hello to you too, Wu-man. What a nice greeting." Wufei bowed slightly.
"Sorry. Hello, Duo," he said with a bit of irritation in his voice. Quatre cleared his throat softly. He was still the ever polite young man.
"Um, Duo. Why don't you tell them now?" he urged gently. Duo sighed and shrugged, but with a slight smile.
"Alright, but there isn't much to tell, really," he said in a casual voice as if it were nothing at all. "Heero, Wufei, I'm dying."
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AD's note: Hey people! Kind of depressing, ne? Did you like it? Should I continue it? I probably will anyway even if people don't like it. Feedback, please?
By Anonymous Donor
Disclaimer: I don't own any of it, not even the title. The title is from a friend of mine. Thanks, babe, I stole it! ^_^
Pairings: 1xS, 3x4, 5xC (weird, I know.)
Warnings: Death, angsty, depressing
Dedication: To all the people who know what it's like to go through this on either side. May you live forever in our minds.
AD's note: Hey, I got this idea after a long trip, so be warned. My muse likes to inspire me while I'm in a bad mood. Bad Kawaii-Baka, no biscuit!
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**AC 195, right before the fall of the White Fang.**
The four youths slipped into the candle lit room, eyeing the darkness warily. The last of them was not there.
"Heero, why did you call this meeting?" a voice finally called out softly in the dreary room. Heero shook his head.
"I didn't call the meeting Quatre. I don't know who did," Heero answered stonily. This was taking away from good hacking time and it annoyed him, yet at the same time, he felt something very important was about to happen.
"I called it," the voice of the fifth and final pilot said as the black clad figure closed the door and bolted it, leaving the rest with bewildered looks on their faces. Never had they heard such a tone from Duo.
"Maxwell, what are we doing in this dark, damp, not to mention cold room?" the Chinese boy asked irritably, rubbing his eyes. He had been roused from a very comfortable sleep and was getting near glaring daggers at the braided pilot. Duo nodded to the five candles that had been set up in the middle of the room, motioning for them to take a seat in between them. Duo sat, taking the last remaining spot, staring anxiously at the others.
"This past year," he began in a tone that was a complete opposite of his usually cheerful tone. It had a somber, almost dirge like ring to it. ".we've gotten close, very close," he continued. "You guys are my only family, and I want it to stay that way," he told them quietly as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his pocket knife. Quatre stared back at him.
"Yes, Duo, we all feel that way, but you know what war can do." he said softly as the others, even Heero and Wufei, nodded. Duo nodded also.
"Of course I do, Quatre, better than most, but that's why I wanted you guys here now," he said, looking back at Quatre, blue-violet eyes shimmering. He opened the knife and cut shallowly into his hand, letting the crimson liquid that emerged pool in his palm. Wufei stared with amazement. "I want to make a pact, sealed with blood- our blood." He heated the blade and held it out. "Will anyone else do the same?" After a moment of no one moving, Heero slowly reached out and took the blade, doing similar damage to his hand, heated the blade and passed it on to Trowa, then Trowa to Wufei and finally to Quatre. The young braided man held his hand up, palm out to the middle of the circle of people and candles. Soon, they all had their palms pressed together, blood joining and dripping to the floor in a small red pool. Duo smiled.
"We take care of each other, watch each other's backs, forever now. We're brothers, friend and confidantes from now on. In love, life and death.."
**AC 199 Christmas, three years after Marimeia had been taken down.**
Heero sat at the Preventer's party, huddled in a corner. He'd been away from battle for a while, but he still didn't like people all that much. He only went to these social events for Sally. He sighed as he gazed over the room, watching the people drinking and getting drunk, and so on and so forth. He hadn't heard from anyone but Quatre and Trowa lately, Quatre always keeping contact and up to dates of life with the Winner corporation. Wufei was with Catherine at the Beijing sector of the preventers, a proud father to be. Duo, however, had stopped writing and calling two months ago. Heero wasn't bothered. The young braided ex-pilot had been working hard to rebuild the church that had been demolished by soldiers.
"Mr. Yuy?" Heero looked over at a young girl and nodded. She swallowed and handed him a small sheet of paper. "I was asked to give this to you. They said it was important." she told him before bowing and scurrying quickly away. He rolled his eyes and unfolded the small sheet of paper. It was from Trowa and Quatre. Heero blinked as he looked at it. He had never had anything sent to him that was written by Trowa. He read the note, then read it again. The paper floated down to the floor as Heero bolted over to Sally and gave her a kiss and a promise to contact her soon. She watched as the young man sped from the room. She walked to where he had been standing and picked up the paper, reading it quickly.
"Heero,
Please come to the L2-53427 hospital immediately. Duo's in trouble. We all need to be here.
1 Trowa and Quatre"
She shook her head. "Oh, no."
**Hospital waiting room on L2-53427.**
Heero stepped into the sterilized white room, looking around. He hated hospitals. He had too many memories of them and he didn't want to be here now, but if what the letter said was true, he needed to be here.
"Yuy." Heero's head shot in the direction of the voice and he found himself staring right at Trowa. Or a reasonable facsimile of him. The young man in front of him looked tired and worn out, eyes red and blood shot. He looked older, but there was no doubt in his mind that this was in fact Trowa.
"Barton," he acknowledged, then looked around. "Why did you call me here? What's happened?" he asked calmly, even though his insides were jumping. Without another word, Trowa led him to a room, solemn, white and unhappy. As the door opened, Heero looked in and saw the blonde Arab sitting and holding the hand of a thing and pale young man with a long chestnut braid. The once cherubic face smiled up at him, and Heero didn't want to believe that this, this white, frail looking body was that of his best friend from days past. But the blue violet eyes in front of him told him that it was. Those unmistakable purplish orbs that still sparkled like they always had. Heero hadn't even felt himself move, but he was now at Duo's side, sitting in a high backed, uncomfortable chair.
"Hey, Hee-chan," Duo said, his voice stronger than his body looked, the smile still there. Heero sighed at the nickname.
"How many times have I told you not to call me that, baka?" Heero said, but it was less of a scolding and more of relief. He smiled slightly at the young man, then his face turned serious again. "Duo. What happened to you?" Duo shook his head.
"No, no, no. Not until the final arrival gets here." Just as Duo said that, they all heard cursing in Chinese and an irate voice yelling at someone.
"WOMAN!!! GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME! I AM NOT A BUM!" When they heard this, Duo laughed softly and Trowa stepped out of the room to escort Wufei in. Wufei was still muttering and cursing as he made his way in. It was no wonder they thought he was a transient there for free hand outs. He was in a ragged, but clean, pair of pants and his old blue tank top. Heero hadn't even bothered to change out of the uniform he was in. Wufei also looked astonished at the way Duo looked. "Maxwell, what the hell happened to you?" he asked gently. Duo rolled his eyes.
"Well, gee, hello to you too, Wu-man. What a nice greeting." Wufei bowed slightly.
"Sorry. Hello, Duo," he said with a bit of irritation in his voice. Quatre cleared his throat softly. He was still the ever polite young man.
"Um, Duo. Why don't you tell them now?" he urged gently. Duo sighed and shrugged, but with a slight smile.
"Alright, but there isn't much to tell, really," he said in a casual voice as if it were nothing at all. "Heero, Wufei, I'm dying."
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AD's note: Hey people! Kind of depressing, ne? Did you like it? Should I continue it? I probably will anyway even if people don't like it. Feedback, please?
