Where Love Goes Just When You Think It's Dead
"What about Quatre?" 'I can't blush. I can't blush. I can't blush...'
"He told us about your, um, love problem," Heero said this very slowly, watching Wufei's face to see how it would change. Oddly enough (to him) it relaxed a bit. 'Hn. Of all the reactions - I thought his face would get *more* tense.'
"Oh ... well, I'm not really surprised. I said he could ... so what do you want to say?" 'Shit! I've got to think of a good reason to leave before he pries...' "And hurry it up, because I've got some work to do."
"I ... I just wanted to say that I'm here for you if you need me to be. You know, a shoulder every once in a while. Just don't tell anyone I said that." He tried to send Wufei his trademark death glare, but the Chinese boy saw right through it. It was in his beautiful midnight eyes - they were too soft. Too caring to show he meant death. But the boy nodded in a serious manner anyway. 'It's better *not* to let him know he doesn't look scarry ... I'd hate for him to think he's going soft.'
"Um ... thank you Heero. I know that, as much as you really don't want to show it, you're just as cheesy as Duo. Thanks for you're, um, words of encouragement. They actually kind of helped me." Wufei leaned over to give his friend a hug, but decided against it. He settled for an pat on the other boy's shoulder. Sighing, he stood up and walked, quickly, to the door. Just as he was about to step out of the room, Heero called after him as though he'd forgotten to say something. 'Damn, he's talking a lot. It looks like Heero, but why does it talk like Duo?'
"Oh, yeah, and Wufei?"
"Hm?" 'What's that look on his face? Is that ... *amusement*?'
"I know about Quatre," pausing, he winked and gave a ghost of a smirk before finishing his sentence, "But don't worry. It isn't obvious." Upon finishing the sentence, he pulled his laptop out from under his bed and began typing on it in the largest font "YOU CAN GO AWAY NOW 'FEI". Sighing, the Chinese boy took the hint and made his way to the room at the end of the hallway - his bedroom. He flopped down on his bed and laid down, staring at the shadows dancing across the ceiling. It didn't take long for him to fall asleep, his clothes and shoes still on.
[1]When he opened his eyes, he was sitting below a tree on a hill over looking a garden with a clear pond in the center. He stood up and stretched, deciding to go over to the garden. 'This all seems so familiar ... so right. But why? I've never been here before ... have I?' He wandered through the garden - which was mainly roses - mostly blue, white, red and black. Wufei leaned over to pick an exceptionally large black one, when it pricked him, causing but one drop of blood to drop onto the petals. He changed his mind and reached for the small red one beside it. Stangely enough, it was smooth and, when he put the flower up to his nose to smell it, he noticed his hand was completely healed. Shrugging and repressing the urge to smile, and turned down the fork in the path to the right. The path was of gravel and it led straight to the pond in the center. Around the pond were dragon snaps and, when one squinted, goldfish could be seen swimming around. The boy was comepletely mesmerized by the goldfish. Almost as though, if he stared at them hard enough, they could tell give him all the answers that he'd been craving so badly lately.
"Wufei ... ?" He spun around immediately and almost fell over from surprise of who stood there infront of him.
"M ... Meiran?" The girl nodded. She had her hair up in a bun and was wearing a black and red robe that was purposely too long so that it trailed behind her. It was silk, with gold dragons embroidered onto the red sash. A red rose was tucked into her bun and on her face, she wore a smile that only a person in love could wear. Wufei didn't notice. She slowly walked towards him and gave him a hug, whispering in his ear:
"I missed you, Wufei, so much ... so much ..." Slowly, Wufei wrapped his arms around the girl to return his affections, though still very confused.
"I ... I missed you too, Mei'." He pryed her off of him to look at her eyes, which at the moment were streaming tears. 'Crying? She's crying? Is that considered being weak? Do I love a weak woman? Is love weak?' Gazing into her eyes for a few more seconds, he wiped the tears off her face gently and pulled her into a passionate kiss of battling tounges and thoughts racing. When he finally pulled back, he saw the one thing he imagined that he'd never see again - Meiran was smiling. She latched onto him again, burying her head into his tank-topped chest. Leaning down, he rested his head on hers.
"I love you. I've loved you for so long ... but I couldn't let it out. I couldn't be weak. And then my time ran short and my pride won over. I'm just so bitter now..." She looked up at him and sighed, her eyes wide.
"I love you too, 'Fei-chan. In fact, that's why you're here." She let go of him and took a few steps back, "You're not dead, and this isn't heaven. It's just a place I thought was beautiful ... somewhere that reminds me of you." Reaching up, she caressed his face briefly, before letting her arm limply fall and continuing on with her explaination. "When I died, I found out everything about my life. I was aloud to relive moments of my life, knowing thoughts and outcomes of scenarios. It all ... it all hurt so much [2]. I just ... wanted to give you one last chance to live a moment with me." She bowed her head, letting a few tears drip of her face and onto the path ... almost like rain and equally as melancholy. Taking a deep breath, she wiped her face and regained her composure. She took his hands in hers and looked him square in the eye. "Wufei, as much as you loved me and have for so long, you need to let go. I don't know where you're going when you die and you've got to admit it - it hurts. Love hurts, koi, it really does, but you need to get over it. Find others, there will always be others. Just remember, and never forget it, I love you." Slowly, she let go of his hands and walked to the pond. Walking out to the center, she waved goodbye and blew a kiss, before melting into the water.
Wufei's eyes opened and he looked over at the clock.
"Hmph. Three thirty-six." Gazing out his window, he saw the moon, glowing almost holy-like with a blue halo around it. He layed back down, looking at the shadows dancing almost magic-like across his ceiling.
"Get over it, Wufei, it was only a dream," He said, before turning over on his side and pulling the blankets up over his head. Reaching back to pull his short pony tail out, his hands stumbled upon something long and prickly. Pulling it out, it was a small red rose.
"No," he whispered, his voice cracking from the tears that were covering his face as though trying to smother him with salt water drops,"No..."
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1 - Symbolism Alert! Symbolism Alert! This is NOT a test! This is NOT a test! The entire dream and the rose when he wakes up are *all* symbolism. Everything. You name it, it means something.
2 - This is a referrence to the last act in a play by Thorton Wilder called "Our Town". Great play - really gives meaning to the phrase 'in the great sceme of things'. Haven't read it? I suggest you should.
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19 whole reviews? For me? WOW! I'm completely amazed. I almost had a heart attack, seriously! I litterally fell out of my chair laughing from being *so* flattered. Even if Lisa *didn't* read and review like she promised *sticks tounge out in spite*. Anyway, I've people to thank! Big hugs and kisses and thank you's and all that good stuff to: Shadow (twice!), Chang Meiling (for the *third* time!), Mara Jade (again!!), 'Ness' (yay!), Lacey-koi (thanks for the fic, by the way ^_^!), and Summer. I love you all! Keep on reviewing!
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Oh ... and by the way ... if you like this ... you might also like my original stuff, of which I have a lot of, so check that out, why don't you?
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Also, I realize that most of the characters are *WAY* OOC, but I think that's the beauty of this fic. No one is *that* cold, or *that*pissy, or *that* nice every second of the day. If they were real people, they'd have emotions too, and I want them to seem that way. Wufei is obviously a "tortured soul", if you will, and I want to play that up. Heero's coldness is obviously a front - if he was trained to lie, he was trained to act. I think that as he realizes that Wufei is just as human as he is, that he'll let up - that's what I meant by the last chapter. So if you think everyone seems OOC most of the time, there *is* a reason for that. Thank you.
"What about Quatre?" 'I can't blush. I can't blush. I can't blush...'
"He told us about your, um, love problem," Heero said this very slowly, watching Wufei's face to see how it would change. Oddly enough (to him) it relaxed a bit. 'Hn. Of all the reactions - I thought his face would get *more* tense.'
"Oh ... well, I'm not really surprised. I said he could ... so what do you want to say?" 'Shit! I've got to think of a good reason to leave before he pries...' "And hurry it up, because I've got some work to do."
"I ... I just wanted to say that I'm here for you if you need me to be. You know, a shoulder every once in a while. Just don't tell anyone I said that." He tried to send Wufei his trademark death glare, but the Chinese boy saw right through it. It was in his beautiful midnight eyes - they were too soft. Too caring to show he meant death. But the boy nodded in a serious manner anyway. 'It's better *not* to let him know he doesn't look scarry ... I'd hate for him to think he's going soft.'
"Um ... thank you Heero. I know that, as much as you really don't want to show it, you're just as cheesy as Duo. Thanks for you're, um, words of encouragement. They actually kind of helped me." Wufei leaned over to give his friend a hug, but decided against it. He settled for an pat on the other boy's shoulder. Sighing, he stood up and walked, quickly, to the door. Just as he was about to step out of the room, Heero called after him as though he'd forgotten to say something. 'Damn, he's talking a lot. It looks like Heero, but why does it talk like Duo?'
"Oh, yeah, and Wufei?"
"Hm?" 'What's that look on his face? Is that ... *amusement*?'
"I know about Quatre," pausing, he winked and gave a ghost of a smirk before finishing his sentence, "But don't worry. It isn't obvious." Upon finishing the sentence, he pulled his laptop out from under his bed and began typing on it in the largest font "YOU CAN GO AWAY NOW 'FEI". Sighing, the Chinese boy took the hint and made his way to the room at the end of the hallway - his bedroom. He flopped down on his bed and laid down, staring at the shadows dancing across the ceiling. It didn't take long for him to fall asleep, his clothes and shoes still on.
[1]When he opened his eyes, he was sitting below a tree on a hill over looking a garden with a clear pond in the center. He stood up and stretched, deciding to go over to the garden. 'This all seems so familiar ... so right. But why? I've never been here before ... have I?' He wandered through the garden - which was mainly roses - mostly blue, white, red and black. Wufei leaned over to pick an exceptionally large black one, when it pricked him, causing but one drop of blood to drop onto the petals. He changed his mind and reached for the small red one beside it. Stangely enough, it was smooth and, when he put the flower up to his nose to smell it, he noticed his hand was completely healed. Shrugging and repressing the urge to smile, and turned down the fork in the path to the right. The path was of gravel and it led straight to the pond in the center. Around the pond were dragon snaps and, when one squinted, goldfish could be seen swimming around. The boy was comepletely mesmerized by the goldfish. Almost as though, if he stared at them hard enough, they could tell give him all the answers that he'd been craving so badly lately.
"Wufei ... ?" He spun around immediately and almost fell over from surprise of who stood there infront of him.
"M ... Meiran?" The girl nodded. She had her hair up in a bun and was wearing a black and red robe that was purposely too long so that it trailed behind her. It was silk, with gold dragons embroidered onto the red sash. A red rose was tucked into her bun and on her face, she wore a smile that only a person in love could wear. Wufei didn't notice. She slowly walked towards him and gave him a hug, whispering in his ear:
"I missed you, Wufei, so much ... so much ..." Slowly, Wufei wrapped his arms around the girl to return his affections, though still very confused.
"I ... I missed you too, Mei'." He pryed her off of him to look at her eyes, which at the moment were streaming tears. 'Crying? She's crying? Is that considered being weak? Do I love a weak woman? Is love weak?' Gazing into her eyes for a few more seconds, he wiped the tears off her face gently and pulled her into a passionate kiss of battling tounges and thoughts racing. When he finally pulled back, he saw the one thing he imagined that he'd never see again - Meiran was smiling. She latched onto him again, burying her head into his tank-topped chest. Leaning down, he rested his head on hers.
"I love you. I've loved you for so long ... but I couldn't let it out. I couldn't be weak. And then my time ran short and my pride won over. I'm just so bitter now..." She looked up at him and sighed, her eyes wide.
"I love you too, 'Fei-chan. In fact, that's why you're here." She let go of him and took a few steps back, "You're not dead, and this isn't heaven. It's just a place I thought was beautiful ... somewhere that reminds me of you." Reaching up, she caressed his face briefly, before letting her arm limply fall and continuing on with her explaination. "When I died, I found out everything about my life. I was aloud to relive moments of my life, knowing thoughts and outcomes of scenarios. It all ... it all hurt so much [2]. I just ... wanted to give you one last chance to live a moment with me." She bowed her head, letting a few tears drip of her face and onto the path ... almost like rain and equally as melancholy. Taking a deep breath, she wiped her face and regained her composure. She took his hands in hers and looked him square in the eye. "Wufei, as much as you loved me and have for so long, you need to let go. I don't know where you're going when you die and you've got to admit it - it hurts. Love hurts, koi, it really does, but you need to get over it. Find others, there will always be others. Just remember, and never forget it, I love you." Slowly, she let go of his hands and walked to the pond. Walking out to the center, she waved goodbye and blew a kiss, before melting into the water.
Wufei's eyes opened and he looked over at the clock.
"Hmph. Three thirty-six." Gazing out his window, he saw the moon, glowing almost holy-like with a blue halo around it. He layed back down, looking at the shadows dancing almost magic-like across his ceiling.
"Get over it, Wufei, it was only a dream," He said, before turning over on his side and pulling the blankets up over his head. Reaching back to pull his short pony tail out, his hands stumbled upon something long and prickly. Pulling it out, it was a small red rose.
"No," he whispered, his voice cracking from the tears that were covering his face as though trying to smother him with salt water drops,"No..."
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1 - Symbolism Alert! Symbolism Alert! This is NOT a test! This is NOT a test! The entire dream and the rose when he wakes up are *all* symbolism. Everything. You name it, it means something.
2 - This is a referrence to the last act in a play by Thorton Wilder called "Our Town". Great play - really gives meaning to the phrase 'in the great sceme of things'. Haven't read it? I suggest you should.
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19 whole reviews? For me? WOW! I'm completely amazed. I almost had a heart attack, seriously! I litterally fell out of my chair laughing from being *so* flattered. Even if Lisa *didn't* read and review like she promised *sticks tounge out in spite*. Anyway, I've people to thank! Big hugs and kisses and thank you's and all that good stuff to: Shadow (twice!), Chang Meiling (for the *third* time!), Mara Jade (again!!), 'Ness' (yay!), Lacey-koi (thanks for the fic, by the way ^_^!), and Summer. I love you all! Keep on reviewing!
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Oh ... and by the way ... if you like this ... you might also like my original stuff, of which I have a lot of, so check that out, why don't you?
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Also, I realize that most of the characters are *WAY* OOC, but I think that's the beauty of this fic. No one is *that* cold, or *that*pissy, or *that* nice every second of the day. If they were real people, they'd have emotions too, and I want them to seem that way. Wufei is obviously a "tortured soul", if you will, and I want to play that up. Heero's coldness is obviously a front - if he was trained to lie, he was trained to act. I think that as he realizes that Wufei is just as human as he is, that he'll let up - that's what I meant by the last chapter. So if you think everyone seems OOC most of the time, there *is* a reason for that. Thank you.