Ok, a bit twisted. This was late at night, and thoughts like,
'thinking, thinking', were going round my head. So, I wrote a story. A bit
angsty, but more tissue warning. Kinda character death, but of old age
causes.
Disclaimer; I don't own anything but 40 pikie sticks.
Loving, loving.
'Hold on, Heero!' cried Duo, squeezing his lover's hand. Had he said it that morning? He couldn't remember. Had he said 'I love you.'? And had Heero even replied? The symbol of family or lovers parting, 'I love you.' So if they should die, their lovers or family remember the last words they heard from them. Saying their love. Loving forever. But had he said it? He didn't remember. Had Heero been too busy to replie? Had Heero said it? Did he even know how much he still cared? Or had loving him become a drag? Did they still make out with the same hotness? Or had the fire died? He just didn't know. He wondered about what was going though Heero's head. Was he not thinking? Or was he awake, just pretending to sleep. Yes, now he's a sleeping beauty, but now he's slipping, fading, blacking, darking, dying.........gone forever. Never would their love be spoken, mystic words, soon broken. But he's still here, there's still time to show he cares. He hasn't slipped, he's waking up, siting up, asking where he is. Duo doesn't know anymore. Hell, he doesn't know who he is. Does he love Heero? Does Heero love him? He thinks the fire's dead. Confused, confusing, running, running. Pushing, pushing past uniformed doctors, staring, staring.......Running down corridors, twisting, twisting. Sobbing bitter tears, crying, crying. Darting, darting, just darting, skirting life. Run from his lover. Run to the hills. Run for your life. Just run for cover. Hiding, hiding, from life. Slowing, slowing. Stopping, stopping.Wanting to turn back. Turn back time. But he can't. Crumpling, his face crumpling, slumps in a chair. He didn't say it back. He remembers now. He was too busy to say three words. Take a bit of time to say it and kiss him and wish him well. But he had said it. And now Heero was hit. Bleeding, bleeding, dying, dying.............dead. He did not need his love. He just wanted some support. And if his lover could not even stop what he was doing, then fine. He did not need him. Love is fragile, as is life. One slip, and your dead. He's better off without him. But now he's crying, crying. Wondering, whying, whying. Voices in his head argue, and his heart pounds. Should he leave him dying, dying? Or should he start laughing, laughing, kissing his lover. Does he deserve it? Breathing, breathing, pounding, pounding........knocking, knocking. Coming in. Sitting down, thinking it though. Talking it over. Listening, listening to the replie. Nodding, nodding, sighing. Agreeing, crying. He's happy again. Heero has seen his ways. Laughing, laughing, kissing, hugging, loving. Forever together. Holding, holding, holding a breath. Popping, popping the question. Crying, crying in glee. Marrying, marrying. Happy, happy. Dying, dying, loving, holding, crying, aging, wrinkling, living, living, happy, happy..................dead. But always loving, loving, loving.........always saying 'I love you.' Always happy. Duo and Heero died hugging, hugging, loving, loving each other as old men. The last words they said to each other was 'I love you,' and now they're together again. Happy, happy, laughing, laughing, hugging, hugging, kissing, kissing, loving, loving.
Disclaimer; I don't own anything but 40 pikie sticks.
Loving, loving.
'Hold on, Heero!' cried Duo, squeezing his lover's hand. Had he said it that morning? He couldn't remember. Had he said 'I love you.'? And had Heero even replied? The symbol of family or lovers parting, 'I love you.' So if they should die, their lovers or family remember the last words they heard from them. Saying their love. Loving forever. But had he said it? He didn't remember. Had Heero been too busy to replie? Had Heero said it? Did he even know how much he still cared? Or had loving him become a drag? Did they still make out with the same hotness? Or had the fire died? He just didn't know. He wondered about what was going though Heero's head. Was he not thinking? Or was he awake, just pretending to sleep. Yes, now he's a sleeping beauty, but now he's slipping, fading, blacking, darking, dying.........gone forever. Never would their love be spoken, mystic words, soon broken. But he's still here, there's still time to show he cares. He hasn't slipped, he's waking up, siting up, asking where he is. Duo doesn't know anymore. Hell, he doesn't know who he is. Does he love Heero? Does Heero love him? He thinks the fire's dead. Confused, confusing, running, running. Pushing, pushing past uniformed doctors, staring, staring.......Running down corridors, twisting, twisting. Sobbing bitter tears, crying, crying. Darting, darting, just darting, skirting life. Run from his lover. Run to the hills. Run for your life. Just run for cover. Hiding, hiding, from life. Slowing, slowing. Stopping, stopping.Wanting to turn back. Turn back time. But he can't. Crumpling, his face crumpling, slumps in a chair. He didn't say it back. He remembers now. He was too busy to say three words. Take a bit of time to say it and kiss him and wish him well. But he had said it. And now Heero was hit. Bleeding, bleeding, dying, dying.............dead. He did not need his love. He just wanted some support. And if his lover could not even stop what he was doing, then fine. He did not need him. Love is fragile, as is life. One slip, and your dead. He's better off without him. But now he's crying, crying. Wondering, whying, whying. Voices in his head argue, and his heart pounds. Should he leave him dying, dying? Or should he start laughing, laughing, kissing his lover. Does he deserve it? Breathing, breathing, pounding, pounding........knocking, knocking. Coming in. Sitting down, thinking it though. Talking it over. Listening, listening to the replie. Nodding, nodding, sighing. Agreeing, crying. He's happy again. Heero has seen his ways. Laughing, laughing, kissing, hugging, loving. Forever together. Holding, holding, holding a breath. Popping, popping the question. Crying, crying in glee. Marrying, marrying. Happy, happy. Dying, dying, loving, holding, crying, aging, wrinkling, living, living, happy, happy..................dead. But always loving, loving, loving.........always saying 'I love you.' Always happy. Duo and Heero died hugging, hugging, loving, loving each other as old men. The last words they said to each other was 'I love you,' and now they're together again. Happy, happy, laughing, laughing, hugging, hugging, kissing, kissing, loving, loving.