Breath Of A Star
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(Chapter 6: My Gift To You)
Rated R: meaning cussing and vulgar situations
Makoto walked Heero to the truck. Her feelings about that day were misplaced and forgotten. Makoto put Heero in the passenger's side, then she hopped into the driver's seat. She started the car and headed home.
She started to realize on the way, that her complications with him had actually been love in diguise. 'I am in love with Heero? But I don't understand.'
Makoto's inner soul was taking her on a tour to see how her heart really worked, and she truly loved....Heero... Her hands trembled, and the steering wheel shifted from side to side.
A confession would have cleansed her mind right now, but rejection was still a matter also. Heero seemed quiet, as if deeper in thought than Makoto.
"How are you?" Makoto asked Heero, trying to pay attention to him and the road at the same time.
"I'm okay, what about you?" Heero asked full concern.
"What about me?! I'm not the one that got shot!" Makoto retorted.
*So this is the start
Of contradiction amongst the heart
Do I tell you or let it go
Keep it in the dark or let you know.*
Once at home Makoto put Heero to bed and went to her own room. 'What am I going to do if he doesn't feel the same way. or just doesn't want a girlfriend?'
~*~*~*~*FLASHBACK~*~*~*~*~*
"I'm Heero, and you're Makoto right?"
"Yes."
Heero had already stolen her breath then, and that meeting had been the start of it all.
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Makoto shifted around on the bed. Every night she had went to write in her journal, and lately she had neglected it. She reached for it under the pillow, pulled it out, and turned the pages. But she came upon one page that had a pressed red rose. Makoto's eyes filled with confusion and wonder. 'Who gave me this?' But she didn't take out the rose, she kept it, and wrote under it: Rose From The Day Feelings Showed.
Makoto shut the book, and put it back under the pillow. 'Heero.' She was about to go to his room, when she heard a knock at her door.
"Come in!"
"Hey." Heero called to her glumly.
"Why are you so sad?" Makoto asked.
"I think it's time we talk." Heero sat down beside her. "We both know that trust is one of the important building blocks of love, and without trust there cannot be love. Well, I... have feelings for you, and I do trust you, so they must be real."
Makoto's eyes beamed."You're the one that put the rose in my journal!"
Heero nodded.
"Then why didn't you say something?" Makoto wondered.
"Because I'm..... Just too afraid to get hurt." Heero stated.
"Well, I have to say that.. I.. love you too." Makoto said, returning his love.
Heero grinned, and Makoto giggled. They should've known it would end up this way when they met, but sometimes people are blinded by what's real and what's not..We are left to learn alone and grow and mature. Where does love fit into it? It does.. Love can be either one of the hardest lessons we have to learn, or the most wonderful lessons we have come in contact with. If there continues to be heartbreakers, then we are left cold and lonely.
Makoto and Heero, they were definitely going to make it.. But Makoto's consumption attacks became more frequent and more violent. Heero tried to comfort her as she had remembered what the doctor had said.
~*~*~*~*FLASHBACK~*~*~*~*~*
"Uhh... Mom?"
Her mother eyes filled with tears as she hugged Makoto
"What's wrong with me?"
"They said you have consumption...You're dying." Her mother's voice quavered.
"Dying?"
That's when the hospital became such a lonely place. It was the reason why Makoto hated it, and because of her mother's death. That she would never forget..
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Makoto's dad seemed to be paying too much attention to her and not the road, and it was too late even when she screamed look out. Those few seconds in the car before she lost conciousness was horrible. 'Am I going to die?..' Her whole life has flashed before her eyes, and she saw the great memories, and what killed her was the dark ones. But that was taken from her mind when her head hit the car window.
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And now, sitting there with Heero, it all faded away. Nobody didn't talk, for it wasn't needed. They knew they loved each other, and that they had to let go of the past to stay together. Makoto was ready to give up everything, but she never knew what was going to happen.. I think she did in some way, she just shook it off and thought it's just another of life's little bumps in the road.
Dinner, movies, dancing, candlelight dinners at home, were becoming very common for the couple. They finally knew each other, and she always seemed to make Heero smile when he was so frustrated and depressed. But time always catches up with everyone, and their age would soon be showing.. And the secrets of the future didn't lay too far ahead.
One fateful day, three years after she and Heero procclaimed their love for each other, she found out she was going to have his child. The thought excited her as well him.. But there was something that worried them about the baby also.. Would it have consumption??? Makoto and Heero were drowned in baby showers, presents from people to brighten up their life, and stuff for the baby, like clothes. But the clothes they received were for a boy, and Makoto was hoping for a girl..
Something had bothered her about Heero lately, he seemed so much more distant than usual, and never seemed to smile as much as he used to. Makoto confronted him, but he just said it was nothing and to not worry about it. Makoto still couldn't shake it off, and continued to watch him day after day, sit in the chair in the study room in complete silence for hours.
He worried her, he was sure of it.. But how could Heero tell her of his doubts that the baby might not even live? He didn't want to crush her life so soon, after hearing the joyous news that she was going to have one of the most precious things humanity has ever created.. A child.
But what bothered him also, was the doubt that the baby would get through it without having consumption.. Makoto had received it from Vegeta, who they heard had died from a consumption attack four months earlier.
Makoto said nothing on the matter when she heard the news. She just went about her day like nothing had happened, but the surface does not always hide the inside. Heero knew, that she was tired of having deaths occur around her, but how could Heero make it to where he could promise her no more deaths of people she loved.. There was no way to predict death, because it was so sudden. Just like life...
But there came a day, when Makoto's contractions started, and her water broke.. Heero rushed her to the emergency room. Makoto had never felt any pain such as this. It felt like a train was trying to come out of her tiny body. What worried her so was that she would die of the strain on her heart. But then she felt it as she coughed... Blood. Makoto started to cough and wheeze until she could push the baby no more.
Heero ran over to her."You have to try, our baby's waiting on you.."
Hearing this, Makoto was determined, so she pushed and pushed until it was done..The pain was gone, and she was still having a consumption attack. After a while, they brought her baby to Makoto and Heero..Makoto held her as she was coughing...
"What should we name her?" Heero asked.
He never heard a reply. Makoto, a few seconds after seeing her baby's face, had died from a consumption attack.. Heero solemnly walked back from the hospital, but somewhere in the back of his mind.. He heard Makoto saying.. "I gave my gift to you." Heero knew what it meant, and he knew what to call her... Faith.. He walked off with Faith in his arms, walking back home..
The End