Warning: Shonen Ai, AU. Deathfic.
Disclaimer: Both Gundam Wing and Touched by an Angel do not belong to me. I am simply borrowing them.
Christmas Music - Epilogue
A year and a half later...
The soft summer wind rustled the leaves of the young oak tree which stood at the lonely top of a hill. Under it, a small, carved gravestone, and a mix of beautiful flowers graced the scenery, and the place had an air of tranquility about it. Engraved on the stone, in large letters, were the words:
"Quatre Raberba Winner - 1980-2001
Loved and dearly missed by everyone's lives he has touched."
A single figure slowly made its way up to the hill, a small collection of flowers in his hands. Reaching this sacred place, he placed them onto the grave, and stood motionless for moments which seemed an eternity.
The figure sighed, and ran his fingers through his unibang, a single emerald eye glinting in the sunlight.
"It's been a long time," the man finally spoke. "To tell you the truth, I hoped to avoid this place, but I found that I could not live in peace without saying a final goodbye."
Another sigh.
"Heero and Duo are getting married in two months, and WuFei has just proposed to his girlfriend. He'll be moving out soon, so it'll be just Heero, Duo and me. I feel like a third wheel, but I can't afford to pay rents on my own... Your sister, Salia, has just given birth to a little boy. He's so sweet. Kinda reminds me of you. Then again, he shares your name. That's right. He was called 'Quatre' in honour of you... Your father... well, I'm not quite sure about him," he sighed, "He's been working on numerous projects of his, and the Winner corporation has never been better, yet... there's an air of absence around him. I don't know...
"Becca has had some success with her acting career, and she's going to star in this soap opera, and your other sisters... they're all fine. After Miss Relena found out that Heero was gay, she stopped pestering him, too." He chuckled, "You should have seen her face when he told her... Everyone's happy, and getting on with their lives... and I..."
The figure hesitated, not really sure of how to convey the next piece of news. It had been hard for him to move on after Quatre Winner's death, but now...
"I've met someone... at work. He's really great. Dark brown hair, azure eyes - kinda like yours... we've been together for four months, now. I really love him, but... he'll never be able to replace you. There'll never be anyone I'll love more. Fortune is a cruel bitch, though, and I feel our time together was just a dream - too perfect to be true. I wish... I wish I could see you again."
He took out a small photograph from his pocket, a faded picture of a smiling blond sitting on the balcony of their apartment, under the starry night. The stars created an affect of sprinkled dust, and the flash of the camera made the boy glow in an eerie, yet angelic way.
A single tear dropped onto this picture, and no attempt was made to wipe it away.
"This is all I have left of you. This single picture... But I promise, I will never forget you, and I hope you won't forget me either."
Slipping the photograph back into his pocket, the figure left the sacred hill as silently as he had approached it. Once again, the tree and the grave were left alone in tranquil bliss, never to be disturbed again.
---owari---