Note: Sorry for taking so long guys! I've been soo lazy lately, and I'm
sorta worrying about not being able to fit all my chapters into 11 songs,
so the later chapters might be longer, and--stuff.. Anyways! Thanks to:
Penguingirl, krazy, jeanniiee, Kali, FireElf (smart question, don't worry,
all will be explained later!), Crescent, and Opal! Your reviews were what
kept me writing!
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While Duo was drifting off to his dreams, Heero dealt with his own nightmares. As he closed weary azure eyes, Heero could already feel the dream pulling at the edges of his subconscious. Feeling his mortal body slip away, he let himself sink into the dream, knowing that escape was impossible.
Please come now I think I'm falling
I'm holding on to all I think is safe
It seems I found the road to nowhere
And I'm trying to escape
I yelled back when I heard thunder
But I'm down to one last breath
And with it let me say
Let me say...
When Heero regained conscious, he was in a dank, dirty room. Glancing around, Heero gave a shudder as he realized where this was. [No! This cannot be happening... I left this life long ago.] But, as much as Heero willed this dream to stop, it persisted, as sharp and realistic as ever. Realizing that he would have no choice in the matter, he steeled himself for the oncoming events and glanced around the room.
A woman lay in an old bed in one of the corners, other then that, the whole room was practically empty, save for a small closet in the corner, some dirty candles and scattered clothes. Studying the woman closer, Heero could see the lines of worry that covered her pale skin. Lifeless cobalt eyes stared at something that no one could see, and a halo of brown hair surrounded her head. But, beneath all the weariness and sadness etched in her face, Heero could see that the woman was once beautiful and full of life. A young child suddenly ran into the room, his dirty bare feet making a soft pattering sound as he entered. "Mommy! I got the medicine the doctor said!" The child spoke with a slight lisp and he gave a huge smile at his mother as he produced a small vial from his ragged pants.
The woman on the bed seemed to break from her trance when her child entered, she gave her son a frail smile. She knew the medicine was too late by now, but she didn't want her son to despair. Studying her child for a minute, she took in his handsome features: cobalt blue eyes, just like his mother, messy brown hair, and a innocent look that only children possessed. Caressing his cheek gently, she asked softly, "Heero, dear, what will you do when mommy's gone?" The boy gave a curious glance at his mother before hugged her tight, "Mommy's never gonna go! I'll stay with my mommy forever!"
Kiya Yuy hugged her son back with love, "Dear, you must promise me something." The younger boy smiled at his mother, "A course!" Kiya closed her eyes a moment, and lay back on the bed, "The world is a harsh place, dear." Her voice was suddenly old and gravelly, scaring the young boy beside her. Kiya seemed to notice his fright and gave him a small smile, then cuddled him close, "Just remember Heero, if anyone ever hurts or attacks mommy, you'll run. Run as far as you can, protect yourself." Heero glanced at his mother, confusion in his eyes. "But--" Kiya cut her son off, "Promise?" Heero gave a small nod and tucked his head in the nook between her shoulders, before falling into a deep sleep. Slowly, Kiya extracted the vial from her son's hands and put it gently on the table, before hugging her son close and sleeping as well.
The older Heero watched the scene, his throat tightening as he tried desperately to hold the tears in.
Suddenly, the loud sounds of footsteps were heard outside their shabby house. Kiya awoke with a start, glancing in desperation at the door, she realized who it was. "Damnit, not now!" She cursed softly to herself, before gathering the last of her energy and standing up, carrying a young Heero with her. With slow, stumbling steps, she walked to the closet and opened a hidden trapdoor underneath, inside was a small space, just enough for a little boy. Gently, she put her sleeping son inside, giving him a kiss goodbye. Then, with a creak the trap was shut and Kiya walked back to her bed.
The scene suddenly dissolved and then the older Heero was standing in the trap, right next to the younger version of himself. He watched silently as the boy slept through his mother's murder. [I was so naïve.]
When the younger Heero finally awoke, he blinked his eyes at his surroundings. He remembered this hiding place; it was the place mommy had told him to hide if he was ever in trouble. Glancing around puzzled, he wondered aloud. "Why am I here?" Giving a careless shrug, the boy quickly unlocked the trap and walked out of the closet. "Mommy?" He called out softly. There was no answer.
Glancing around, Heero finally noticed traces of blood around the room. "Mommy!" He yelled again, tears beginning to blur his vision as his mind realized where the blood had come from. "No. No. No. No." He muttered again and again as he searched the room desperately, tossing aside the various pieces of junk that littered the whole room. Finally, he noticed a cloth bundle in one of the corners. Approaching it with trembling fingers, he carefully unwrapped the cloth.
He screamed. The sound was raw and ripped through the empty, broken-down hut. It was a scream of sorrow and pain beyond the small child's years.
Hold me now
I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinking
That maybe six feet
Ain't so far down
I'm looking down now that it's over
Reflecting on all of my mistakes
I thought I found the road to somewhere
Somewhere in His grace
I cried out heaven save me
But I'm down to one last breath
And with it let me say
Let me say...
Inside the bundle was the corpse of his mother, broken and battered. Bruises and scratches covered her face; her naked body was bleeding as Heero hugged his mother close. "Please don't die, please don't leave me mommy." He begged to the unmoving figure.
Suddenly, the bundle moved, ever so gently. "Mommy?!" He asked, frantically. Kiya turned her broken face to her child, "Heero." She said with a smile on her face. Gripping his hand tight, she said his name over again, her voice becoming stronger. "Promise me something, Heero?" "Yes." Replied the boy, his voice barely above a whisper. "Promise me you'll live, promise me. Promise me, you won't waste your life like I did, promise me you'll never give up." Her voice began to weaken as she whispered these last words. "I will, mommy. I promise I will!" His mother gave a small smile, "Good." With that last word, her grip on Heero's wrist slackened and the sounds of her ragged breathing stopped.
The scene slowly dissolved and Heero appeared in an empty room. Looking around, he heard a sudden moan come from one of the dark corners of the room. Cautiously approaching the corner, Heero gasped and stumbled aside when he realized what was there. "No. No. No." He mumbled, trying to convince himself it was just a dream, nothing more. The moaning started again and a figure lurched from the corner. As it stepped into the light, Heero finally noticed who it was. "Mother." He whispered, half in horror, half in sorrow. The figure before him was one of the damned. One of the cursed, someone who had never had a proper death and was cursed to walk the earth forever searching for atonement. This thing wasn't his mother, it wasn't the mother who had loved and raised him, it wasn't the mother who had sacrificed everything to save her child. It was a corpse. A mockery of someone he had loved. The being gave another groan before slowly advancing toward Heero.
Backing into a corner, Heero's hand touched something wet and sticky, with a start he realized the whole room was suddenly covered in blood. The cold, metallic smell assaulted his senses, it hugged him close, crushing him in an unbearable weight. [Why is it so red?] Meaningless thought flooded through his brain as he backed up against the wall. There was so much blood...
Hold me now
I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinking
That maybe six feet
Ain't so far down
Heero awoke from his dream with a start. He found himself tangled in the bedcovers... with someone else cuddling him. Heero quickly tumbled out of bed and drew his gun, prepared to meet with some rival vampire. Instead, he was greeted by a pair of large indigo eyes blinking innocently at him. "Good morning! Ah--well actually, it isn't morning, more like late afternoon? Maybe evening--" "What are you doing here?" Heero's voice interrupted Duo from his babbling. "I--uh, I thought you were having a nightmare and... Um--and then it was like 'BOOM!' and then I was like 'WOW!' and then... the pink elephants came prancing in... Uh--" Duo ended his eloquent speech with another huge grin, before plopping himself on Heero's bed. Heero stared at the boy in front of him for a minute something that looked like amusement flickering behind his eyes. Lowering his gun, he gave a derisive snort and muttered, "Baka." Duo grinned, before jumping into Heero's arms and enveloping him in a huge hug. "Soo... What were you dreaming about?" Duo asked, his arms still firmly clasped around Heero. [You were struggling and screaming... What's haunting you?] Wondering Duo silently to himself.
Sad eyes follow me
But I still believe there's something left for me
So please come stay with me
'Cause I still believe there's something left for you and me
For you and me
For you and me
For a minute, Duo thought he could detect something in the vampire's eyes-- was it... sadness? But the emotion was gone as suddenly as it had came and Heero's eyes were back to their usual cold blue. Shrugging the boy off, Heero gave him another glare. "Nothing important, not that it's your business anyway." Duo allowed himself a rather fake sniffle before returning to his cheerful demeanor. "It's 8PM already!" He chirped. Heero glanced at the clock for proof before giving a curt nod. "So?" "We're young, crazy and wild! Let's get drunk and party like there's no tomorrow!" Heero glared at Duo, "First of all, I'm over a hundred years old, so I do not count as young. Second, I am perfectly sane, so therefore I am not crazy. Third, planets do not explode for no reason, so if there were to be an apocalypse we would know something about it." "What about wild? Are ya wild?" Duo asked, his eyes twinkling with mischief. Heero smirked and leaned close to the braided boy, pushing him up against the wall. "You'll find that out yourself I have no doubt."
Hold me now
I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinking
Duo's eyes widened slightly as he realized just how close the vampire was to him. Piercing blue eyes were just a few inches away from his face, their noses almost touching. Duo repressed a shiver as he felt Heero's ice-cold breath gently caress his mouth. He leaned forward just a little and was about to greet the enticing lips when suddenly the wonderful presence was gone.
Duo looked around in surprise, only to find the vampire on the other side of the room, smirking at his confused expression. Duo grumbled a bit and said the first thing that came to mind, "You smell like peaches." Heero coughed at glared at Duo, "Your wit amazes me." Duo gave a mock bow before bounding over to Heero again, "Let's go out!" He pleaded. "Go out?" "Yeah! I know this great club..." Heero shook his head, his blue eyes as cold as ever. "Please!?" Pleaded Duo, his eyes large and innocent. "No." "Pretty please?" "No."
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Note: Oh, there was a slight screw-up in chapter 4, the whole song of "Bullets" didn't get posted so it's sorta weird... I tried fixing it but I just ended up making it worse, so... sorry if it's a little weird!!
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While Duo was drifting off to his dreams, Heero dealt with his own nightmares. As he closed weary azure eyes, Heero could already feel the dream pulling at the edges of his subconscious. Feeling his mortal body slip away, he let himself sink into the dream, knowing that escape was impossible.
Please come now I think I'm falling
I'm holding on to all I think is safe
It seems I found the road to nowhere
And I'm trying to escape
I yelled back when I heard thunder
But I'm down to one last breath
And with it let me say
Let me say...
When Heero regained conscious, he was in a dank, dirty room. Glancing around, Heero gave a shudder as he realized where this was. [No! This cannot be happening... I left this life long ago.] But, as much as Heero willed this dream to stop, it persisted, as sharp and realistic as ever. Realizing that he would have no choice in the matter, he steeled himself for the oncoming events and glanced around the room.
A woman lay in an old bed in one of the corners, other then that, the whole room was practically empty, save for a small closet in the corner, some dirty candles and scattered clothes. Studying the woman closer, Heero could see the lines of worry that covered her pale skin. Lifeless cobalt eyes stared at something that no one could see, and a halo of brown hair surrounded her head. But, beneath all the weariness and sadness etched in her face, Heero could see that the woman was once beautiful and full of life. A young child suddenly ran into the room, his dirty bare feet making a soft pattering sound as he entered. "Mommy! I got the medicine the doctor said!" The child spoke with a slight lisp and he gave a huge smile at his mother as he produced a small vial from his ragged pants.
The woman on the bed seemed to break from her trance when her child entered, she gave her son a frail smile. She knew the medicine was too late by now, but she didn't want her son to despair. Studying her child for a minute, she took in his handsome features: cobalt blue eyes, just like his mother, messy brown hair, and a innocent look that only children possessed. Caressing his cheek gently, she asked softly, "Heero, dear, what will you do when mommy's gone?" The boy gave a curious glance at his mother before hugged her tight, "Mommy's never gonna go! I'll stay with my mommy forever!"
Kiya Yuy hugged her son back with love, "Dear, you must promise me something." The younger boy smiled at his mother, "A course!" Kiya closed her eyes a moment, and lay back on the bed, "The world is a harsh place, dear." Her voice was suddenly old and gravelly, scaring the young boy beside her. Kiya seemed to notice his fright and gave him a small smile, then cuddled him close, "Just remember Heero, if anyone ever hurts or attacks mommy, you'll run. Run as far as you can, protect yourself." Heero glanced at his mother, confusion in his eyes. "But--" Kiya cut her son off, "Promise?" Heero gave a small nod and tucked his head in the nook between her shoulders, before falling into a deep sleep. Slowly, Kiya extracted the vial from her son's hands and put it gently on the table, before hugging her son close and sleeping as well.
The older Heero watched the scene, his throat tightening as he tried desperately to hold the tears in.
Suddenly, the loud sounds of footsteps were heard outside their shabby house. Kiya awoke with a start, glancing in desperation at the door, she realized who it was. "Damnit, not now!" She cursed softly to herself, before gathering the last of her energy and standing up, carrying a young Heero with her. With slow, stumbling steps, she walked to the closet and opened a hidden trapdoor underneath, inside was a small space, just enough for a little boy. Gently, she put her sleeping son inside, giving him a kiss goodbye. Then, with a creak the trap was shut and Kiya walked back to her bed.
The scene suddenly dissolved and then the older Heero was standing in the trap, right next to the younger version of himself. He watched silently as the boy slept through his mother's murder. [I was so naïve.]
When the younger Heero finally awoke, he blinked his eyes at his surroundings. He remembered this hiding place; it was the place mommy had told him to hide if he was ever in trouble. Glancing around puzzled, he wondered aloud. "Why am I here?" Giving a careless shrug, the boy quickly unlocked the trap and walked out of the closet. "Mommy?" He called out softly. There was no answer.
Glancing around, Heero finally noticed traces of blood around the room. "Mommy!" He yelled again, tears beginning to blur his vision as his mind realized where the blood had come from. "No. No. No. No." He muttered again and again as he searched the room desperately, tossing aside the various pieces of junk that littered the whole room. Finally, he noticed a cloth bundle in one of the corners. Approaching it with trembling fingers, he carefully unwrapped the cloth.
He screamed. The sound was raw and ripped through the empty, broken-down hut. It was a scream of sorrow and pain beyond the small child's years.
Hold me now
I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinking
That maybe six feet
Ain't so far down
I'm looking down now that it's over
Reflecting on all of my mistakes
I thought I found the road to somewhere
Somewhere in His grace
I cried out heaven save me
But I'm down to one last breath
And with it let me say
Let me say...
Inside the bundle was the corpse of his mother, broken and battered. Bruises and scratches covered her face; her naked body was bleeding as Heero hugged his mother close. "Please don't die, please don't leave me mommy." He begged to the unmoving figure.
Suddenly, the bundle moved, ever so gently. "Mommy?!" He asked, frantically. Kiya turned her broken face to her child, "Heero." She said with a smile on her face. Gripping his hand tight, she said his name over again, her voice becoming stronger. "Promise me something, Heero?" "Yes." Replied the boy, his voice barely above a whisper. "Promise me you'll live, promise me. Promise me, you won't waste your life like I did, promise me you'll never give up." Her voice began to weaken as she whispered these last words. "I will, mommy. I promise I will!" His mother gave a small smile, "Good." With that last word, her grip on Heero's wrist slackened and the sounds of her ragged breathing stopped.
The scene slowly dissolved and Heero appeared in an empty room. Looking around, he heard a sudden moan come from one of the dark corners of the room. Cautiously approaching the corner, Heero gasped and stumbled aside when he realized what was there. "No. No. No." He mumbled, trying to convince himself it was just a dream, nothing more. The moaning started again and a figure lurched from the corner. As it stepped into the light, Heero finally noticed who it was. "Mother." He whispered, half in horror, half in sorrow. The figure before him was one of the damned. One of the cursed, someone who had never had a proper death and was cursed to walk the earth forever searching for atonement. This thing wasn't his mother, it wasn't the mother who had loved and raised him, it wasn't the mother who had sacrificed everything to save her child. It was a corpse. A mockery of someone he had loved. The being gave another groan before slowly advancing toward Heero.
Backing into a corner, Heero's hand touched something wet and sticky, with a start he realized the whole room was suddenly covered in blood. The cold, metallic smell assaulted his senses, it hugged him close, crushing him in an unbearable weight. [Why is it so red?] Meaningless thought flooded through his brain as he backed up against the wall. There was so much blood...
Hold me now
I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinking
That maybe six feet
Ain't so far down
Heero awoke from his dream with a start. He found himself tangled in the bedcovers... with someone else cuddling him. Heero quickly tumbled out of bed and drew his gun, prepared to meet with some rival vampire. Instead, he was greeted by a pair of large indigo eyes blinking innocently at him. "Good morning! Ah--well actually, it isn't morning, more like late afternoon? Maybe evening--" "What are you doing here?" Heero's voice interrupted Duo from his babbling. "I--uh, I thought you were having a nightmare and... Um--and then it was like 'BOOM!' and then I was like 'WOW!' and then... the pink elephants came prancing in... Uh--" Duo ended his eloquent speech with another huge grin, before plopping himself on Heero's bed. Heero stared at the boy in front of him for a minute something that looked like amusement flickering behind his eyes. Lowering his gun, he gave a derisive snort and muttered, "Baka." Duo grinned, before jumping into Heero's arms and enveloping him in a huge hug. "Soo... What were you dreaming about?" Duo asked, his arms still firmly clasped around Heero. [You were struggling and screaming... What's haunting you?] Wondering Duo silently to himself.
Sad eyes follow me
But I still believe there's something left for me
So please come stay with me
'Cause I still believe there's something left for you and me
For you and me
For you and me
For a minute, Duo thought he could detect something in the vampire's eyes-- was it... sadness? But the emotion was gone as suddenly as it had came and Heero's eyes were back to their usual cold blue. Shrugging the boy off, Heero gave him another glare. "Nothing important, not that it's your business anyway." Duo allowed himself a rather fake sniffle before returning to his cheerful demeanor. "It's 8PM already!" He chirped. Heero glanced at the clock for proof before giving a curt nod. "So?" "We're young, crazy and wild! Let's get drunk and party like there's no tomorrow!" Heero glared at Duo, "First of all, I'm over a hundred years old, so I do not count as young. Second, I am perfectly sane, so therefore I am not crazy. Third, planets do not explode for no reason, so if there were to be an apocalypse we would know something about it." "What about wild? Are ya wild?" Duo asked, his eyes twinkling with mischief. Heero smirked and leaned close to the braided boy, pushing him up against the wall. "You'll find that out yourself I have no doubt."
Hold me now
I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinking
Duo's eyes widened slightly as he realized just how close the vampire was to him. Piercing blue eyes were just a few inches away from his face, their noses almost touching. Duo repressed a shiver as he felt Heero's ice-cold breath gently caress his mouth. He leaned forward just a little and was about to greet the enticing lips when suddenly the wonderful presence was gone.
Duo looked around in surprise, only to find the vampire on the other side of the room, smirking at his confused expression. Duo grumbled a bit and said the first thing that came to mind, "You smell like peaches." Heero coughed at glared at Duo, "Your wit amazes me." Duo gave a mock bow before bounding over to Heero again, "Let's go out!" He pleaded. "Go out?" "Yeah! I know this great club..." Heero shook his head, his blue eyes as cold as ever. "Please!?" Pleaded Duo, his eyes large and innocent. "No." "Pretty please?" "No."
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Note: Oh, there was a slight screw-up in chapter 4, the whole song of "Bullets" didn't get posted so it's sorta weird... I tried fixing it but I just ended up making it worse, so... sorry if it's a little weird!!