Okay, Shinigami's voice, of course I remember you. I loved your beyond life and Death story. And thank you everyone who wrote reviews. Now if you are going to review, at least answer the tiny question I put on the end PLEASE, next time. You sure are lucky someone did cause otherwise someone might've died ... (du du DUN)
I just want everyone to know that I wrote two chapters but I won't have time to write more til Thursday at least so if you can just hold on a little while ....
Ladies and gentleman hold on to your seats for the great and spectacular DISCLAIMER: I own not gundam wing ..
GGAAARGH! I messed up again please see the slighhtly different version that is this one you are reading! GOMEN!
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"ahem"
Heero's POV
He didn't know how long he sat there, lost in his grief, but when he came to again he realized that the Gundams had been left in plain sight for anyone to see, even if he no longer cared for his life it would not be fair to Duo's memory or the others for the Gundams to be taken control of. Having a mission, of sorts, he set out.
~Elsewhere (I'm not exactly sure where)~
Quatre had been rocking back and forth for several hours, hands clenched in his hair. Every time Trowa or Wufei tried to get an answer from him he would shake his head. Trowa stood there and rested his arm on Quatre's shoulder, trying to be comforting, and Wufei was flying. They were headed in the general vicinity of the base that Heero and Duo supposedly destroyed. They were listening to the radio, hoping not to hear that the pilots had been captured. Quatre's poor mind was so confused with emotion he could barely speak. It took so much energy to ignore them and keep on breathing that he had given up trying to explain, when suddenly they dwindled, leaving him limp with relief. He saw Trowa looking at him curiously.
"Is it okay now?" Quatre looked at him and shook his head.
"No," he responded to emphasize his point and then explained, "I couldn't explain before because of the overwhelming amount of emotion I was feeling ... from Heero." They blinked, not catching on as he had hoped. "When you saw me this morning Trowa I had felt immense amount of pain for a brief moment before it disappeared. I hadn't been able to identify it so I e-mailed Heero and was waiting for a response when you found me." They were both confused, and Quatre wanted to scream in frustration, it was hard enough without having to be the messenger boy. "Soon after I was hit with a barrage of emotions, after sorting them out I realized that they were from Heero ... It was grief, mind numbing grief and ... guilt." Once more tears rushed out from his eyes and he knew the others understood when he felt their grief join his and the trace of Heero's. He felt the plane they were on dip as Wufei came to the realization.
"Maxwell's gone?" He pulled the plane up automatically, steering from experience, his mind had gone numb, as annoyed as he had been by that braided pilot, Duo had been an essential part of them all. He gave them enjoyment, though they rarely showed it. Belatedly, he remembered what Quatre had said about guilt, "You don't think Heero would ... I mean ... You don't think he's gonna ..."
"That's exactly what I'm worried about, if he thinks it's his fault, he may kill himself." Quatre paused wondering how much he should tell them and then continued. "Mostly because there was something else I felt . . ." He looked at the object of his desire, though he was unaware, and continued, "I felt love..."
TBC
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Sorry this is so short ... I'll post Duo's POV tomorrow if I get 5 reviews by then ... Just an incentive :)
I just want everyone to know that I wrote two chapters but I won't have time to write more til Thursday at least so if you can just hold on a little while ....
Ladies and gentleman hold on to your seats for the great and spectacular DISCLAIMER: I own not gundam wing ..
GGAAARGH! I messed up again please see the slighhtly different version that is this one you are reading! GOMEN!
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"ahem"
Heero's POV
He didn't know how long he sat there, lost in his grief, but when he came to again he realized that the Gundams had been left in plain sight for anyone to see, even if he no longer cared for his life it would not be fair to Duo's memory or the others for the Gundams to be taken control of. Having a mission, of sorts, he set out.
~Elsewhere (I'm not exactly sure where)~
Quatre had been rocking back and forth for several hours, hands clenched in his hair. Every time Trowa or Wufei tried to get an answer from him he would shake his head. Trowa stood there and rested his arm on Quatre's shoulder, trying to be comforting, and Wufei was flying. They were headed in the general vicinity of the base that Heero and Duo supposedly destroyed. They were listening to the radio, hoping not to hear that the pilots had been captured. Quatre's poor mind was so confused with emotion he could barely speak. It took so much energy to ignore them and keep on breathing that he had given up trying to explain, when suddenly they dwindled, leaving him limp with relief. He saw Trowa looking at him curiously.
"Is it okay now?" Quatre looked at him and shook his head.
"No," he responded to emphasize his point and then explained, "I couldn't explain before because of the overwhelming amount of emotion I was feeling ... from Heero." They blinked, not catching on as he had hoped. "When you saw me this morning Trowa I had felt immense amount of pain for a brief moment before it disappeared. I hadn't been able to identify it so I e-mailed Heero and was waiting for a response when you found me." They were both confused, and Quatre wanted to scream in frustration, it was hard enough without having to be the messenger boy. "Soon after I was hit with a barrage of emotions, after sorting them out I realized that they were from Heero ... It was grief, mind numbing grief and ... guilt." Once more tears rushed out from his eyes and he knew the others understood when he felt their grief join his and the trace of Heero's. He felt the plane they were on dip as Wufei came to the realization.
"Maxwell's gone?" He pulled the plane up automatically, steering from experience, his mind had gone numb, as annoyed as he had been by that braided pilot, Duo had been an essential part of them all. He gave them enjoyment, though they rarely showed it. Belatedly, he remembered what Quatre had said about guilt, "You don't think Heero would ... I mean ... You don't think he's gonna ..."
"That's exactly what I'm worried about, if he thinks it's his fault, he may kill himself." Quatre paused wondering how much he should tell them and then continued. "Mostly because there was something else I felt . . ." He looked at the object of his desire, though he was unaware, and continued, "I felt love..."
TBC
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Sorry this is so short ... I'll post Duo's POV tomorrow if I get 5 reviews by then ... Just an incentive :)