In Love, Life and Death part 3
By Anonymous Donor
AD's note: Yo, Anonymous here. All the disclaimers and stuff are the same from part 1. It's sad. Poor Duo. No miracle cure or anything. Such is life. Anyway, I hope you few and loyal readers enjoy this, the last part of the. trilogy. I had an interesting time writing it with the whole needing to research the disease as to have the right symptoms and treatment and all. Onto the fic!
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Wufei looked down at the ground almost blankly. His eyes skipped over to Quatre and Trowa. Trowa was doing his best to comfort the sobbing blonde. He looked at Heero and Sally. She was dabbing at her eyes, one hand on Heero's knee as a comforting presence. Heero looked about as dead as Wufei felt. He looked over at his own wife, Catherine. She was wiping her eyes with a white handkerchief. He looked back at the ground.
He was gone. Forever. There was nothing they could do. He was just gone. At least Duo hadn't wanted an open casket. None of them could've handled it. It was too much as is. Wufei was there as Duo was given his last rites, something he requested. The same preacher was there now, giving the 'ashes to ashes' speech. He wasn't Catholic, so he didn't understand anything that the priest was saying. This is just what Duo wanted.
Although he told everyone that he didn't want any of them to cry over it, he knew that was something impossible to give him. He wanted them to be happy that he was now at peace, finally right with himself and the world. Wufei felt hollow inside. Duo was his first true friend. He hadn't given up on the irate Chinese guy, and that's what really counted to Wufei. As he began to think about it more, the more empty he felt. He sighed shakily, feeling that unfamiliar sting in his eyes as he rested his temple on Catherine's shoulder.
//Why does "God" only take the best?// he asked himself silently as a single tear leaked out onto the shoulder of Catherine's dress.
Heero looked over at Wufei. He'd never seen the young man so shaken. He sighed and looked at the small stone angel marker they had as a memorial for Duo on this little plot of land. The ashes were supposed to stay there, but Heero intended to keep his promise to Duo. He'd found a spot that was perfect.
That afternoon, he told the others the rest of what Duo had said, about wanting to watch the ocean for eternity. They all agreed and followed Heero- and Duo- to the spot he had picked out. It had a beautiful view. The gray, stormy waves crashed up upon the rocks, breaking at the shoreline. Off in the distance, you could see the whales migrating, spouting and singing. He could watch that every year. Heero smiled a little. The small cliff was perfect, he decided and looked to the other for approval.
"This is what Duo wanted, Heero. He asked you to pick him his perfect spot. Do what you think is right," Trowa told him quietly as Quatre sniffled again. Heero nodded. Not truly knowing the proper way to spread ashes, he decided to let the salty air take his friend to where he needed to go on this grassy hill for the best view. He carefully poured the small mound of ashes in a pile on the hill, then watched the wind carry them off. After what seemed hours of watching and contemplation, Heero turned back to the others with a small smile, set the urn down behind where the small mound off ashes was, and walked away, slowly followed by the rest after they gave their own final fairwells. That night, the all felt a little warmer, as if they were not alone.
**One year later to the day.*
Heero steadily climbed the hill, astonished to see Wufei already there. Wufei looked at him, then back down at the ground, as if studying something very hard. As Heero finally reached the top of the cliff, he looked over Wufei's shoulder. He knew what had caught the young man's attention. A single, thorny, white rose had crept up from the earth in front of the urn where Duo's ashes had been, taking the perfect watching spot on the cliff. Heero smiled at Wufei. He hadn't even noticed Quatre and Trowa's arrival. They, too, smiled softly. Quatre sighed contently, then tugged at Trowa. Within in an hour, they had all left, leaving Heero to be the last to say goodbye once again.
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AD's note: Yeah, I know it was short and abrupt and sorta sappy, but sue me. I'll cry you a puddle. Actually, it wasn't Heero that didn't know how you actually would spread the ashes. That would be my fault. Heh heh. Well, I hope you enjoyed that. Now to finish up the others! *runs off to research the Salem Witch Trials* Joy, of joys, I dig myself in deep!
By Anonymous Donor
AD's note: Yo, Anonymous here. All the disclaimers and stuff are the same from part 1. It's sad. Poor Duo. No miracle cure or anything. Such is life. Anyway, I hope you few and loyal readers enjoy this, the last part of the. trilogy. I had an interesting time writing it with the whole needing to research the disease as to have the right symptoms and treatment and all. Onto the fic!
~*~*~*~*~*~
Wufei looked down at the ground almost blankly. His eyes skipped over to Quatre and Trowa. Trowa was doing his best to comfort the sobbing blonde. He looked at Heero and Sally. She was dabbing at her eyes, one hand on Heero's knee as a comforting presence. Heero looked about as dead as Wufei felt. He looked over at his own wife, Catherine. She was wiping her eyes with a white handkerchief. He looked back at the ground.
He was gone. Forever. There was nothing they could do. He was just gone. At least Duo hadn't wanted an open casket. None of them could've handled it. It was too much as is. Wufei was there as Duo was given his last rites, something he requested. The same preacher was there now, giving the 'ashes to ashes' speech. He wasn't Catholic, so he didn't understand anything that the priest was saying. This is just what Duo wanted.
Although he told everyone that he didn't want any of them to cry over it, he knew that was something impossible to give him. He wanted them to be happy that he was now at peace, finally right with himself and the world. Wufei felt hollow inside. Duo was his first true friend. He hadn't given up on the irate Chinese guy, and that's what really counted to Wufei. As he began to think about it more, the more empty he felt. He sighed shakily, feeling that unfamiliar sting in his eyes as he rested his temple on Catherine's shoulder.
//Why does "God" only take the best?// he asked himself silently as a single tear leaked out onto the shoulder of Catherine's dress.
Heero looked over at Wufei. He'd never seen the young man so shaken. He sighed and looked at the small stone angel marker they had as a memorial for Duo on this little plot of land. The ashes were supposed to stay there, but Heero intended to keep his promise to Duo. He'd found a spot that was perfect.
That afternoon, he told the others the rest of what Duo had said, about wanting to watch the ocean for eternity. They all agreed and followed Heero- and Duo- to the spot he had picked out. It had a beautiful view. The gray, stormy waves crashed up upon the rocks, breaking at the shoreline. Off in the distance, you could see the whales migrating, spouting and singing. He could watch that every year. Heero smiled a little. The small cliff was perfect, he decided and looked to the other for approval.
"This is what Duo wanted, Heero. He asked you to pick him his perfect spot. Do what you think is right," Trowa told him quietly as Quatre sniffled again. Heero nodded. Not truly knowing the proper way to spread ashes, he decided to let the salty air take his friend to where he needed to go on this grassy hill for the best view. He carefully poured the small mound of ashes in a pile on the hill, then watched the wind carry them off. After what seemed hours of watching and contemplation, Heero turned back to the others with a small smile, set the urn down behind where the small mound off ashes was, and walked away, slowly followed by the rest after they gave their own final fairwells. That night, the all felt a little warmer, as if they were not alone.
**One year later to the day.*
Heero steadily climbed the hill, astonished to see Wufei already there. Wufei looked at him, then back down at the ground, as if studying something very hard. As Heero finally reached the top of the cliff, he looked over Wufei's shoulder. He knew what had caught the young man's attention. A single, thorny, white rose had crept up from the earth in front of the urn where Duo's ashes had been, taking the perfect watching spot on the cliff. Heero smiled at Wufei. He hadn't even noticed Quatre and Trowa's arrival. They, too, smiled softly. Quatre sighed contently, then tugged at Trowa. Within in an hour, they had all left, leaving Heero to be the last to say goodbye once again.
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AD's note: Yeah, I know it was short and abrupt and sorta sappy, but sue me. I'll cry you a puddle. Actually, it wasn't Heero that didn't know how you actually would spread the ashes. That would be my fault. Heh heh. Well, I hope you enjoyed that. Now to finish up the others! *runs off to research the Salem Witch Trials* Joy, of joys, I dig myself in deep!
