The silence of the great
TruKaiba
AN: I don't own the characters.
Peace. The sort of which I will never find within myself beneath the turmoil which has marked my life. But you, you have inner peace. I see it in your eyes. In your world, there is no pain or killing. It's almost too bad. You look so beautiful when you kill. When you commit the so-called ultimate sin. Those moments before you've beaten your enemy. Those are the moments in which I see emotion shine through your cold exterior.
Your Gundum was your sanctuary. Where no one and nothing else could penetrate. You wonder how I know these things? I've gone over every tape in wing zero. I've memorized your every movement. I see the blind rage in your eyes when you fight. The sheer emotion I never see when I look at you. A little obsessive, no? But you have to understand. It was not you I fell in love with. It was the blood thirsty boy you became when you entered your Gundum. Every time I spoke to you, it was as though you were a world apart from the Gundum pilot. Another person completely.
You fought for peace but I don't think you ever really wanted to find peace. No, that would take away the one thing you truly loved, fighting. It never really mattered what side you were fighting for, did it? As long as you were able to fight.
I love that cat like agility you developed while training. From behind, I watched never wanting to reveal my place. Somehow, you knew I was watching you. There was certain unrest in your movements. You would stare at my hiding spot but never call me out. Perhaps you even knew why I watched you. Because I lusted after every move you made. Just being in your presence was ecstasy for me.
I loved you. You were everything I could hope to be and I envied you. But some where along the line envy turned to lust and lust to love. You never tripped or fell. Every move you made glided along smoothly as though you were made of nothing more than air. And maybe you were. Maybe you were just a fabrication of my imagination. You seemed to perfect to be real. How could this happen to such perfection?
As quickly as you blew into my life you were out again. I want to find you but I don't know where to look. Would I be welcome where you are? I am shinigami after all.
It begins to rain. Even the sky cries for you today. I guess. I'm here to tell you I love you. I never had a chance before today.
"Duo?" Quatre asks.
I stroke your hand before answering between my breaths, uneven from tears shed.
"Ya?"
"It's raining. We should go."
Wiping the tears away, I cast one last look upon your grave.
"Good bye, Heero Yuy."
AN: Pleaz review!!
TruKaiba
AN: I don't own the characters.
Peace. The sort of which I will never find within myself beneath the turmoil which has marked my life. But you, you have inner peace. I see it in your eyes. In your world, there is no pain or killing. It's almost too bad. You look so beautiful when you kill. When you commit the so-called ultimate sin. Those moments before you've beaten your enemy. Those are the moments in which I see emotion shine through your cold exterior.
Your Gundum was your sanctuary. Where no one and nothing else could penetrate. You wonder how I know these things? I've gone over every tape in wing zero. I've memorized your every movement. I see the blind rage in your eyes when you fight. The sheer emotion I never see when I look at you. A little obsessive, no? But you have to understand. It was not you I fell in love with. It was the blood thirsty boy you became when you entered your Gundum. Every time I spoke to you, it was as though you were a world apart from the Gundum pilot. Another person completely.
You fought for peace but I don't think you ever really wanted to find peace. No, that would take away the one thing you truly loved, fighting. It never really mattered what side you were fighting for, did it? As long as you were able to fight.
I love that cat like agility you developed while training. From behind, I watched never wanting to reveal my place. Somehow, you knew I was watching you. There was certain unrest in your movements. You would stare at my hiding spot but never call me out. Perhaps you even knew why I watched you. Because I lusted after every move you made. Just being in your presence was ecstasy for me.
I loved you. You were everything I could hope to be and I envied you. But some where along the line envy turned to lust and lust to love. You never tripped or fell. Every move you made glided along smoothly as though you were made of nothing more than air. And maybe you were. Maybe you were just a fabrication of my imagination. You seemed to perfect to be real. How could this happen to such perfection?
As quickly as you blew into my life you were out again. I want to find you but I don't know where to look. Would I be welcome where you are? I am shinigami after all.
It begins to rain. Even the sky cries for you today. I guess. I'm here to tell you I love you. I never had a chance before today.
"Duo?" Quatre asks.
I stroke your hand before answering between my breaths, uneven from tears shed.
"Ya?"
"It's raining. We should go."
Wiping the tears away, I cast one last look upon your grave.
"Good bye, Heero Yuy."
AN: Pleaz review!!