Faded Pilots
By Fal Carton
I'd love to own Gundam Wing, but, alas, I don't.
Poor Trowa. I should say poor Quatre. Trowa doesn't seem affected by the most recent turn of events, even though they should affect him the most. The pure irony in the accident. Quatre needed help to fix the safe-house's roof, so he asked Trowa to help. Trowa, of all people, slipped on a loose tile and fell off the roof into a pile of bricks we had to fix the walls. That such a tragedy could happen to the most nimble of us all, it would be called an injustice, but Duo would say I'm ranting again. Quatre has been hit the hardest by these events. He feels it is his fault because he asked for help. The only thing keeping him sane is Trowa's assurances that he will be fine, even though we know this fall has caused internal injuries that will be fatal to him.
* * * *
"Quatre, I'll be okay."
"I know, you've said it many times, but I'm still worried."
"Just don't worry."
"If Trowa says he'll be okay, he'll be okay."
"But Wufei....."
"But nothing. Trowa knows what he's saying."
"Trowa, are you sure you are okay."
"Yes, I'll be fine now."
"Trowa.... what's happening. I feel you leave..., you're fading!"
"I'll be fine."
"Good pilots do not die, they just fade away."
* * * *
I do not know what had prompted me to say that. It just seemed right. I think my calm attitude came easily because Merian had left in the same way. She had just faded from my arms.
I miss her.
The leaving of Trowa has left a gap in our group. Heero has become even more silent than before, and for once Duo is quiet. Quatre says he can still feel Trowa's presence. I would not be surprised if he could, he is a new-type. The sadness is almost unbearable.
* * * *
"Quatre, are you okay."
"Yes Wufei, I'm fine. I just wanted you to hear a composition I wrote."
"I'm listening."
"Thank you, I'll get my violin."
*The piece was exquisite. It reminded me of Trowa. It was a low, soft tune with a hint of sadness.*
"That was beautiful Quatre. I didn't know you could compose. What is it called?"
"I didn't know I could compose either. The song just came to me. I hope to see you again someday."
"What do you mean? Where...."
"See you again, ..... someday."
* * * *
He faded away like Trowa. He never did tell me the name of that piece. Duo's silence has gotten worse since the loss of Quatre. Heero and I do not know what to do with him, all he does is mope.
* * * *
"Duo, there was no way we could have prevented them from doing that."
"I know, but two of us disappearing the same way. I just can't stand it anymore."
"Duo, you're fading."
"Yeah, I guess I am. See ya, Wu-man."
* * * *
Heero and I are the only ones left. I fear I may be the only sane one left. Heero hasn't done anything since Duo disappeared but play with that broken detonator from Deathscythe. It never has worked.
* * * *
"Heero, you know you should eat."
"......"
"Why do you incessantly play with that detonator. You know it has never worked."
"It will."
*Pause*
"I guess it did."
* * * *
He had faded away with a push of that button. Trowa, Quatre, Duo, and now Heero. I am the last pilot left. I wish they had not left. I wish I could join them.
* * * *
Wufei set down his pen. A single teardrop splattered on a piece of paper in front of a now vacant chair.
By Fal Carton
I'd love to own Gundam Wing, but, alas, I don't.
Poor Trowa. I should say poor Quatre. Trowa doesn't seem affected by the most recent turn of events, even though they should affect him the most. The pure irony in the accident. Quatre needed help to fix the safe-house's roof, so he asked Trowa to help. Trowa, of all people, slipped on a loose tile and fell off the roof into a pile of bricks we had to fix the walls. That such a tragedy could happen to the most nimble of us all, it would be called an injustice, but Duo would say I'm ranting again. Quatre has been hit the hardest by these events. He feels it is his fault because he asked for help. The only thing keeping him sane is Trowa's assurances that he will be fine, even though we know this fall has caused internal injuries that will be fatal to him.
* * * *
"Quatre, I'll be okay."
"I know, you've said it many times, but I'm still worried."
"Just don't worry."
"If Trowa says he'll be okay, he'll be okay."
"But Wufei....."
"But nothing. Trowa knows what he's saying."
"Trowa, are you sure you are okay."
"Yes, I'll be fine now."
"Trowa.... what's happening. I feel you leave..., you're fading!"
"I'll be fine."
"Good pilots do not die, they just fade away."
* * * *
I do not know what had prompted me to say that. It just seemed right. I think my calm attitude came easily because Merian had left in the same way. She had just faded from my arms.
I miss her.
The leaving of Trowa has left a gap in our group. Heero has become even more silent than before, and for once Duo is quiet. Quatre says he can still feel Trowa's presence. I would not be surprised if he could, he is a new-type. The sadness is almost unbearable.
* * * *
"Quatre, are you okay."
"Yes Wufei, I'm fine. I just wanted you to hear a composition I wrote."
"I'm listening."
"Thank you, I'll get my violin."
*The piece was exquisite. It reminded me of Trowa. It was a low, soft tune with a hint of sadness.*
"That was beautiful Quatre. I didn't know you could compose. What is it called?"
"I didn't know I could compose either. The song just came to me. I hope to see you again someday."
"What do you mean? Where...."
"See you again, ..... someday."
* * * *
He faded away like Trowa. He never did tell me the name of that piece. Duo's silence has gotten worse since the loss of Quatre. Heero and I do not know what to do with him, all he does is mope.
* * * *
"Duo, there was no way we could have prevented them from doing that."
"I know, but two of us disappearing the same way. I just can't stand it anymore."
"Duo, you're fading."
"Yeah, I guess I am. See ya, Wu-man."
* * * *
Heero and I are the only ones left. I fear I may be the only sane one left. Heero hasn't done anything since Duo disappeared but play with that broken detonator from Deathscythe. It never has worked.
* * * *
"Heero, you know you should eat."
"......"
"Why do you incessantly play with that detonator. You know it has never worked."
"It will."
*Pause*
"I guess it did."
* * * *
He had faded away with a push of that button. Trowa, Quatre, Duo, and now Heero. I am the last pilot left. I wish they had not left. I wish I could join them.
* * * *
Wufei set down his pen. A single teardrop splattered on a piece of paper in front of a now vacant chair.