Desert Rose
Chapter 11: A Rose is Breathing Love
Kattie
Disclaimer: I do not own "Art of Life" or Gundam Wing.
Warning: Extreme angst. Some shounen ai, but nothing sexual. Violence, language, and material that may not be suitable for children under the age of 17, but you should be all right over 13 (in my opinion).
Apology: I would like to apologize again for taking so long. Apparently I've had bronchitis for 2 weeks ^^* but I didn't want to go to the doctor 'cause I thought it was just a bad cold ^^*. Ehheh.. (perhaps I'm a bit of a loser?)
Dedication: This fanfiction is dedicated to Hide. Every chapter. Forever Love, Hide. This is the Last Song.
*Art of life
I try to stop myself
But my heart goes to destroy the truth*
Everything was going by so quickly. The time that had seemed to stand still eternally began racing as though it had gotten a sudden adrenaline rush. Everything seemed to blur and become one. A distorted rainbow of the once clear world. A unity of everything in the universe.
Everything that is, except Trowa.
Trowa was still himself. Still the most beautiful person to ever exist. Even covered in blood from miscellaneous wounds, he was beautiful.
There wasn't anything but Trowa. Quatre was beginning to become very sure of this. Nothing else held any significance, so it might as well not be at all. Nothing else had ever been or ever would be. The memories hadn't even existed. They were a figment of his imagination, which also held no reality.
His nearly blind eyes looked towards where Koe would have been, but saw nothing but a black spot in the collage of brightness.
'He isn't real..' Quatre thought, 'Just like the rest of the world.'
As Trowa threw another punch at the blackness, his hand went straight through it. There was a loud noise as his fist connected with the ground.
* Tell me why
I want the meaning of my life
Do I try to live? Do I try to love?*
What was this monster? Trowa stared at it in horror and fascination as his hand passed through it. In his shock, Trowa didn't even notice the pain seer into his fingers as they hit the cold ground.
"What.." Trowa began, before ending the sentence, unspoken.
Strangely enough, the creature looked puzzled as well. He brought his hands up to his face and stared at them, through them. He then made a fist with his right hand and punched at Trowa's face. It went through without touching, like a ghost.
His eyes widening, the monster looked over at Quatre. His yellow eyes filled with a terror and the previous amusement dissipated. "What are you doing?" He asked, a hint of panic in his voice.
Quatre didn't seem to hear him. He just stared straight ahead with a face void of emotions. But his mouth was moving, whispering something to himself. Something that no one, perhaps not even he, could hear.
"STOP IT!" The monster screamed as it began to fade even more. Screaming miscellaneous profanity, it raced across the room with the speed of a thousand Olympic sprinters. It formed its hand as if it were going to grab something and thrust it into Quatre's bloody chest.
Nothing. Unlike before, it had no effect. No longer did he feel any pain.
Looking up at the creature, Quatre smiled slightly. "You don't exist," He said firmly, "So why are you here?"
Taking a step back in surprise, the monster stumbled over its own feet and fell to the ground. "Quatre.. You know that I exist! You created me, remember? You knew me! Don't you remember? I loved you!"
Quatre shook his head, "I don't remember anything," He stated, "You aren't real."
"I gave you those wounds on your chest!" The monster cried, "I brought fourth the blood upon your lips! You're going to die BECAUSE OF ME!"
Bringing a finger to his chest, Quatre rubbed it into the blood and examined it. "I did this to myself," He explained, "You can't even touch me.. You couldn't hurt me."
"QUATRE!" The creature screamed, panicking as it became almost completely transparent, "Don't kill me again! I don't want to die! Don't kill me!"
Stumbling to his feet, Quatre looked straight at it, rubbing his bloody finger on his pants, "Why should you live?"
"I LOVE YOU!" The monster screamed.
"That's a lie."
And then the monster, Koe, disappeared completely, joining the world of things that are not and can not be, screaming one last word at Quatre. A word that was completely unexpected.
"SOOOORRRY!"
* Art of life
An Eternal Bleeding heart*
With a small smile at the space that Koe had previously occupied, Quatre whispered, "Good bye..", and fell to the ground.
"QUATRE!" Trowa screamed, throwing himself at the floor, next to his beloved. Taking Quatre into his arms, Trowa grabbed Quatre's wrist and began frantically taking his pulse. "Quatre? Quatre, are you okay?"
Looking up into Trowa's eyes, Quatre allowed a stray tear to make its way down his face. "I'm sorry..Trowa."
"Don't be sorry," Trowa replied, letting Quatre's hand fall back to his side, "You haven't done anything to apologize for."
Quatre smiled sadly, as if trying to reassure Trowa that he was all right while knowing that he was not, "I let him become real."
Brushing his hand through Quatre's blood-stained hair, Trowa shook his head, "No, Quatre. He controlled you. You have nothing to be sorry about."
"No, Trowa," Quatre cast his gaze on the ground, "It was my fault. I allowed him to.. to become stronger. I wanted to be punished for all of my killings and so I created him. He could have just died but I.. I didn't let him."
Ignoring this, Trowa ended the embrace and removed his shirt. "I need to wrap your chest, to stop the bleeding."
Quatre sighed and looked at his beloved's face. "Trowa.. I don't think..There's no point.."
* You never wanna breathe your last
Wanna live
Can't let my heart kill myself *
"Don't say that!" Trowa snapped, wrapping his shirt around Quatre despite what he had said.
"Trowa.." Quatre said, his voice trembling from the effort of speaking. "I'm..going to d-"
"NO!" Trowa screamed, pulling Quatre into an embrace again. "You're going to be fine! You have to be.." Before Trowa knew it, he was sobbing.
"T-trowa.." Quatre stuttered, "Please.. Please don't.."
"Don't cry?" Trowa asked through his tears, "Is that what you're trying to say?"
"I-"
"Quatre," Trowa said, his voice sounding stern and angry, "Tell me you aren't going to die."
"I.."
"Quatre, you have to tell me this."
".."
"Please, Quatre.."
"I.. I promise you, Trowa. I'll live.. For your sake."
Epilogue- Two Weeks Later
"Hello, Koe," Quatre said to the gravestone that lay directly in front of him on the too-green grass, "I just came to see how you were.."
Quatre wore all black and carried a single white rose. He stood alone with the wind tousling his hair, blowing at the bandage tied around his head. He held a cane in one hand, supporting his pained body. His lips had long since healed.
"I wanted to apologize," Quatre continued, "For everything. I'm sorry that I made you love me.. I didn't realize I had even.." He looked away, catching Trowa's eyes in the distance. "I hope you're in a better place. I'm sorry that.. I killed you. But I thought you should know that I never hated you. You must have thought I did, Koe, but I.. I didn't hate you."
Setting the rose gently by the name "Koe Sonjiru Wasureru", Quatre stood up and smiled at Koe one last time. "Good bye."
As he turned to walk away, he was sure he could feel a presence behind him but this time, he didn't look. He continued walking until he had reached Trowa, who took him into his arms for a moment, before walking him slowly to the car.
Across the graveyard, the rose was lifted into a ghostly figure's hand. Koe smiled and smelled the flower. 'Thank you, Quatre,' He said quietly, 'But I never thought you hated me.. You could never hate anybody.' He watched Trowa and Quatre walk away for a moment, before sitting atop his gravestone and twirling the flower between to fingers. 'I'll always love you.'
*Still I'm feeling for
A Rose is breathing love
in my life*
The End
And so ends "Art of Life", the 29 minutes of musical bliss by X-Japan. (hrm. Do you think I used enough references to their other songs in this chapter? ^^*) I hope you enjoyed my fanfiction ^_^. Please let me know if you would like me to write another chapter songfic.
Forever Love, everyone! glomps
Chapter 11: A Rose is Breathing Love
Kattie
Disclaimer: I do not own "Art of Life" or Gundam Wing.
Warning: Extreme angst. Some shounen ai, but nothing sexual. Violence, language, and material that may not be suitable for children under the age of 17, but you should be all right over 13 (in my opinion).
Apology: I would like to apologize again for taking so long. Apparently I've had bronchitis for 2 weeks ^^* but I didn't want to go to the doctor 'cause I thought it was just a bad cold ^^*. Ehheh.. (perhaps I'm a bit of a loser?)
Dedication: This fanfiction is dedicated to Hide. Every chapter. Forever Love, Hide. This is the Last Song.
*Art of life
I try to stop myself
But my heart goes to destroy the truth*
Everything was going by so quickly. The time that had seemed to stand still eternally began racing as though it had gotten a sudden adrenaline rush. Everything seemed to blur and become one. A distorted rainbow of the once clear world. A unity of everything in the universe.
Everything that is, except Trowa.
Trowa was still himself. Still the most beautiful person to ever exist. Even covered in blood from miscellaneous wounds, he was beautiful.
There wasn't anything but Trowa. Quatre was beginning to become very sure of this. Nothing else held any significance, so it might as well not be at all. Nothing else had ever been or ever would be. The memories hadn't even existed. They were a figment of his imagination, which also held no reality.
His nearly blind eyes looked towards where Koe would have been, but saw nothing but a black spot in the collage of brightness.
'He isn't real..' Quatre thought, 'Just like the rest of the world.'
As Trowa threw another punch at the blackness, his hand went straight through it. There was a loud noise as his fist connected with the ground.
* Tell me why
I want the meaning of my life
Do I try to live? Do I try to love?*
What was this monster? Trowa stared at it in horror and fascination as his hand passed through it. In his shock, Trowa didn't even notice the pain seer into his fingers as they hit the cold ground.
"What.." Trowa began, before ending the sentence, unspoken.
Strangely enough, the creature looked puzzled as well. He brought his hands up to his face and stared at them, through them. He then made a fist with his right hand and punched at Trowa's face. It went through without touching, like a ghost.
His eyes widening, the monster looked over at Quatre. His yellow eyes filled with a terror and the previous amusement dissipated. "What are you doing?" He asked, a hint of panic in his voice.
Quatre didn't seem to hear him. He just stared straight ahead with a face void of emotions. But his mouth was moving, whispering something to himself. Something that no one, perhaps not even he, could hear.
"STOP IT!" The monster screamed as it began to fade even more. Screaming miscellaneous profanity, it raced across the room with the speed of a thousand Olympic sprinters. It formed its hand as if it were going to grab something and thrust it into Quatre's bloody chest.
Nothing. Unlike before, it had no effect. No longer did he feel any pain.
Looking up at the creature, Quatre smiled slightly. "You don't exist," He said firmly, "So why are you here?"
Taking a step back in surprise, the monster stumbled over its own feet and fell to the ground. "Quatre.. You know that I exist! You created me, remember? You knew me! Don't you remember? I loved you!"
Quatre shook his head, "I don't remember anything," He stated, "You aren't real."
"I gave you those wounds on your chest!" The monster cried, "I brought fourth the blood upon your lips! You're going to die BECAUSE OF ME!"
Bringing a finger to his chest, Quatre rubbed it into the blood and examined it. "I did this to myself," He explained, "You can't even touch me.. You couldn't hurt me."
"QUATRE!" The creature screamed, panicking as it became almost completely transparent, "Don't kill me again! I don't want to die! Don't kill me!"
Stumbling to his feet, Quatre looked straight at it, rubbing his bloody finger on his pants, "Why should you live?"
"I LOVE YOU!" The monster screamed.
"That's a lie."
And then the monster, Koe, disappeared completely, joining the world of things that are not and can not be, screaming one last word at Quatre. A word that was completely unexpected.
"SOOOORRRY!"
* Art of life
An Eternal Bleeding heart*
With a small smile at the space that Koe had previously occupied, Quatre whispered, "Good bye..", and fell to the ground.
"QUATRE!" Trowa screamed, throwing himself at the floor, next to his beloved. Taking Quatre into his arms, Trowa grabbed Quatre's wrist and began frantically taking his pulse. "Quatre? Quatre, are you okay?"
Looking up into Trowa's eyes, Quatre allowed a stray tear to make its way down his face. "I'm sorry..Trowa."
"Don't be sorry," Trowa replied, letting Quatre's hand fall back to his side, "You haven't done anything to apologize for."
Quatre smiled sadly, as if trying to reassure Trowa that he was all right while knowing that he was not, "I let him become real."
Brushing his hand through Quatre's blood-stained hair, Trowa shook his head, "No, Quatre. He controlled you. You have nothing to be sorry about."
"No, Trowa," Quatre cast his gaze on the ground, "It was my fault. I allowed him to.. to become stronger. I wanted to be punished for all of my killings and so I created him. He could have just died but I.. I didn't let him."
Ignoring this, Trowa ended the embrace and removed his shirt. "I need to wrap your chest, to stop the bleeding."
Quatre sighed and looked at his beloved's face. "Trowa.. I don't think..There's no point.."
* You never wanna breathe your last
Wanna live
Can't let my heart kill myself *
"Don't say that!" Trowa snapped, wrapping his shirt around Quatre despite what he had said.
"Trowa.." Quatre said, his voice trembling from the effort of speaking. "I'm..going to d-"
"NO!" Trowa screamed, pulling Quatre into an embrace again. "You're going to be fine! You have to be.." Before Trowa knew it, he was sobbing.
"T-trowa.." Quatre stuttered, "Please.. Please don't.."
"Don't cry?" Trowa asked through his tears, "Is that what you're trying to say?"
"I-"
"Quatre," Trowa said, his voice sounding stern and angry, "Tell me you aren't going to die."
"I.."
"Quatre, you have to tell me this."
".."
"Please, Quatre.."
"I.. I promise you, Trowa. I'll live.. For your sake."
Epilogue- Two Weeks Later
"Hello, Koe," Quatre said to the gravestone that lay directly in front of him on the too-green grass, "I just came to see how you were.."
Quatre wore all black and carried a single white rose. He stood alone with the wind tousling his hair, blowing at the bandage tied around his head. He held a cane in one hand, supporting his pained body. His lips had long since healed.
"I wanted to apologize," Quatre continued, "For everything. I'm sorry that I made you love me.. I didn't realize I had even.." He looked away, catching Trowa's eyes in the distance. "I hope you're in a better place. I'm sorry that.. I killed you. But I thought you should know that I never hated you. You must have thought I did, Koe, but I.. I didn't hate you."
Setting the rose gently by the name "Koe Sonjiru Wasureru", Quatre stood up and smiled at Koe one last time. "Good bye."
As he turned to walk away, he was sure he could feel a presence behind him but this time, he didn't look. He continued walking until he had reached Trowa, who took him into his arms for a moment, before walking him slowly to the car.
Across the graveyard, the rose was lifted into a ghostly figure's hand. Koe smiled and smelled the flower. 'Thank you, Quatre,' He said quietly, 'But I never thought you hated me.. You could never hate anybody.' He watched Trowa and Quatre walk away for a moment, before sitting atop his gravestone and twirling the flower between to fingers. 'I'll always love you.'
*Still I'm feeling for
A Rose is breathing love
in my life*
The End
And so ends "Art of Life", the 29 minutes of musical bliss by X-Japan. (hrm. Do you think I used enough references to their other songs in this chapter? ^^*) I hope you enjoyed my fanfiction ^_^. Please let me know if you would like me to write another chapter songfic.
Forever Love, everyone! glomps