Preview of: Where it Ends 5
I don't not own nothing ^_~
Hello all! thanks for the wonderful reviews! (due to lack of access to my computer, I couldn't do much personalising to the previous chapters)
Chara: Yay pockey for me! Nummey
sapphire: Glad you like it!
Relwarc, Herald Mistylenna: Yes, this was affectionately named my crack-high story.. odd and unique are the polite ways of describing it ^_~
xxkurenaixx: Sorry, but it's not yaoi as you've probably noticed by now ^_^
Fey: very appropriate name ^_~ I almost wish this could have turned into something more (I tried, it refused) Maybe some day I'll work up something more
So now, enjoy it's almost done!
Away with us he's going,
The solemn-eyed
He'll no more hear the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peace into his breast
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal chest
There was a long pause after she finished as Heero digested what he had just learned.
"So why have you come here?"
Now it was time for the Lady to pause. She had expected him to deny the story, refuse to believe. But he did have little choice, she guessed. He had just seen a lady appear out of thin air and give reasons for all the miracles in his life. Either he was insane or she was telling the truth.
"I have come to give you another gift."
His eyes darkened with anger and in an instant he closed himself completely to her. "I'm not sure I want it."
That surprised her. "But with out our first gift you'd be dead now!"
"You say that like it's a bad thing. I'd rather be dead now that living like I am."
Regret filled her eyes. She remembered the dreams, the pain. "We did not plan for so much pain to come from our actions. I cannot make you forget, but this time, I give the gift of an ending."
Those words seemed to catch his attention and some of his barriers crumbled, faint hints of hope leaking out.
"An ending…" the words were whispered, like someone speaking of a treasured dream.
"Will you accept this gift?"
He closed his eyes, considering his options. Thinking of what would be lost, what could be gained.
When his eyes opened again, they were bright with pain and sorrow. He had little to lose, everything to gain.
He nodded.
She reached out, touched insubstantial hands to his head. Where they passed, the worry and pain faded away. Warmth came from those hands. For the first time in as long a he could remember there was no pain, nothing. The Lady held out her hands.
Rough brown hands covered pale glowing ones. She took his hands and stood up, taking Heero with her. Leaving the husk behind like a butterfly will leave the cocoon.
When they found his body the grief was short lived. The few people that knew him understood: Heero Yuy had died a long time ago when the war ended. It was just a matter of waiting for the world to understand.
***to be continued***
Hello all! thanks for the wonderful reviews! (due to lack of access to my computer, I couldn't do much personalising to the previous chapters)
Chara: Yay pockey for me! Nummey
sapphire: Glad you like it!
Relwarc, Herald Mistylenna: Yes, this was affectionately named my crack-high story.. odd and unique are the polite ways of describing it ^_~
xxkurenaixx: Sorry, but it's not yaoi as you've probably noticed by now ^_^
Fey: very appropriate name ^_~ I almost wish this could have turned into something more (I tried, it refused) Maybe some day I'll work up something more
So now, enjoy it's almost done!
Away with us he's going,
The solemn-eyed
He'll no more hear the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peace into his breast
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal chest
There was a long pause after she finished as Heero digested what he had just learned.
"So why have you come here?"
Now it was time for the Lady to pause. She had expected him to deny the story, refuse to believe. But he did have little choice, she guessed. He had just seen a lady appear out of thin air and give reasons for all the miracles in his life. Either he was insane or she was telling the truth.
"I have come to give you another gift."
His eyes darkened with anger and in an instant he closed himself completely to her. "I'm not sure I want it."
That surprised her. "But with out our first gift you'd be dead now!"
"You say that like it's a bad thing. I'd rather be dead now that living like I am."
Regret filled her eyes. She remembered the dreams, the pain. "We did not plan for so much pain to come from our actions. I cannot make you forget, but this time, I give the gift of an ending."
Those words seemed to catch his attention and some of his barriers crumbled, faint hints of hope leaking out.
"An ending…" the words were whispered, like someone speaking of a treasured dream.
"Will you accept this gift?"
He closed his eyes, considering his options. Thinking of what would be lost, what could be gained.
When his eyes opened again, they were bright with pain and sorrow. He had little to lose, everything to gain.
He nodded.
She reached out, touched insubstantial hands to his head. Where they passed, the worry and pain faded away. Warmth came from those hands. For the first time in as long a he could remember there was no pain, nothing. The Lady held out her hands.
Rough brown hands covered pale glowing ones. She took his hands and stood up, taking Heero with her. Leaving the husk behind like a butterfly will leave the cocoon.
When they found his body the grief was short lived. The few people that knew him understood: Heero Yuy had died a long time ago when the war ended. It was just a matter of waiting for the world to understand.
***to be continued***