A/N: Don't you hate these things? I'll make it short. Go easy on me. I've
never written a GW fic or a death fic before so go easy on me. Oh yeah and
I forgot. It's a songfic and I've never written one of those either. Hehe
so this is a major first for me. I'm pretty happy with the way it turned
out tho. I changed my mind, I'm not happy and that's why I rewrote it. So
here's the rewrite. Umm well I rewrote it again. There's going to be a part
two. I'm sorry but I like happy endings! And uh, I'll probably unmake this
a songfic. I don't like it as one, so maybe I'll just add all the lyrics on
at the end of part one.
Note: At the moment brain seems to have stopped working and I can't remember what these things are called where you say that you don't own whatever it is that you're writing about. But I still have to say it anyway so here goes. I don't own Gundam Wing unfortunately. I don't happen to remember who does either but I'm sure they know and I give them credit. Oh and the Song "Runaway Train" is by Soul Asylum.
DISCLAIMER!!!! That's what the word that thing is called! Okay well the thing right above this is my disclaimer. Please don't sue! I'm saving my money for Prismacolors coloured pencils. Hehe I remembered the word. It just took me a couple minutes of thinking bout other stuff!
Thank you Duoforever and and and. grrr. Thank you the other person who reviewed too! Yeah in the actual thing they had been in italics I keep forgetting that FF.Net reverts everything back. But I fixed it. Thanks for letting me know. (
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hr noshade size=10 width=75%"Omae O Korosu," a deep sleepy voice crept across from the other end of the line. Heero Yuy definitely did not like being woken up at 2:43 in the morning unless it was for a mission, but there would be no more of them. There hadn't been one in over a year. For that Heero was glad, they had finally achieved peace.
"Hiya, Hee-chan! Sorry I woke you up but I couldn't sleep," Duo sat in the middle of his bed, a sheet swirled around him like a soft violet ocean. He clung to the phone like a life line, fingers gripping the chord that already tangled around him. He wished that he and Heero were still sharing a room in some perfectly chosen school dormitory or at a safe house. Then he could have curled up in his partner's bed feigning having had a nightmare. He probably would have been shot if he had actually tried, but just being in the same room always gave him that little extra bit of comfort that kept him from slipping over the deep end.
"Hn. Baka. Go to bed," Heero gave the phone his best death glare wishing it would explode and slightly surprised in his tired state that it hadn't at least trembled like most people did. Well, most other than Duo. He feared nothing. Not even death for Shinigami was his friend, his partner. There was no other explanation for him being able to do some of the things he did, like using a thermal scythe underwater. By all rights that should have been impossible.
"I just told you that I couldn't sleep! Don't you ever listen to anything I say?" Duo forced his voice to hide how deeply Heero's actions hurt. Heero wouldn't understand. He'd only call him a baka again. Like always. Why did he even bother with the machine? He held the tears back with no little effort. He would not cry. That was a promise he'd made to himself long ago. A promise he'd broken numerous times.
"Hn," Heero wondered to himself why the baka kept doing this kind of thing to him. Why the boy kept getting Heero's hopes up. As far as Heero knew, Duo was straight. After all how could he be so lucky with the girls if he was gay? Yes, Duo was definitely straight. Anyone that perfect just had to be. Right? The stupid baka must just be using him as entertainment. Heero hoped that he was at least getting a good laugh at his expense. Well, he wasn't going to make it any easier for him. He gave a last glare to the phone.
Duo heard the distinct click of the phone being hung up and cursed himself for being weak, for loving someone who would never love him back. Now that the war was over, no one needed him anymore. He was alone. Trowa and Quatre had each other, WuFei had Sally and Heero didn't need anyone, just his laptop. He felt like the proverbial 3rd wheel. Only in this case he was the seventh.
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Duo had tried calling Heero just to say hello. well, that was partly true. He had wanted to learn whether or not the rumors were true. Apparently they were much to Duo's dismay. Heero was planning on marrying Releena. He even had the gall to ask Duo to be the best man and to be happy for him. Heero just didn't understand that both requests were beyond his capabilities. He had tried to ask him why he was marrying the girl when he couldn't stand her, but Heero had just replied with his usual monotone saying it didn't matter, it was none of his business. Duo had pleaded silently with his eyes for more of an answer, but either Heero hadn't noticed the real question lying in the violet orbs or he just hadn't cared. Either option had sent a spear of pain through him, straight to his heart. Heero had been like a light to him and all Duo had wanted him to do was to give some inclination that he returned even a fraction of the feelings he had to the stoic pilot. It seemed as if Heero had broken him. If it had been up to Duo to chose who he loved, it would never have been Heero. He would have chosen Shinigami. After all, it was He who had always been by his side when he needed someone. So why did he have to love Heero?
His pale hand shook as it pressed the button to end the call on the vid screen. The owner couldn't believe what had just happened, the words that had come out of Heero's lips. His life was over as he knew it, his last hope at finding happiness, stolen. What did he have left now? No, Duo wasn't overreacting. At least, not by his own standards since the war had ended. He wondered why he could no longer force himself to be cheerful all the time. It used to be so easy. Maybe it was just because there was no longer a real need for it. The other pilots no longer needed him to distract them from the seriousness of their situations. Or maybe it was because his Partner wanted him to finally join him. It was probably just as well. At this point he wouldn't argue with Shinigami. As far as he was concerned, He was free to take him any time.
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Heero tossed and turned in his bed reliving the terrible anguish he had seen on Duo's beautiful face. It had been so hard not to tell him the truth. Only Quatre knew his darkest secret. Heero was in love Duo Maxwell. Heero never once allowed himself to believe that Duo might possibly harbor the same feelings towards himself. But now he wasn't so certain. Did Duo somehow feel something for him? Was he doing the right thing by marrying Releena? Or was the right thing telling Duo the truth? Didn't he at least owe him that much? To let the angel make up his own mind? After that last call, he wasn't entirely positive that Duo was straight anymore. He was sure that the boy had wanted to tell him something important. and if Duo was straight then why would it have looked like his heart was breaking when Heero had told him the news?
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Duo curled himself up in a fetal position trying to dispel the darkness threatening him. He had tried valiantly not to cry. He really had, but some things just beg to have tears shed for them. The thought of losing the one you love most, the one you lived for certainly qualified on Duo's list. Again he had broken that promise. He had lost track of the number of times it had been shattered. Duo couldn't think of a single reason why he should bother living now that Heero was gone. Heero had been the only reason that he had lived through the war in the first place. He had always hoped that the other pilot would realize the way he felt and that he would feel the same way. He knew it was stupid, but that hadn't stopped him from wishing that it could happen. He was a gundam pilot. The odds were almost always against him and yet somehow he always came out on top, He had just assumed that this would be no different.
He shuddered as he picked up the knife. This really wasn't how he had expected to die, at his own hand. He had always thought that he would die during the war. He thought it ironic that he could live through fighting a war, but he couldn't live through love. Love wasn't supposed to kill people, it was supposed to save them. It was supposed to be the reason they lived, not the reason they died. How had things become so messed up.
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Heero sighed. He knew what he had to do no matter how risky it was. He wasn't very worried about the consequences with Releena. The only thing that would change was him. Releena probably expected him to threaten to kill her on their wedding day anyway. Why would she be surprised if he didn't show up at all? She'd just hunt him down anyway and try again, so Heero really wasn't worried that he was missing out on anything. However, he was worried that Duo truly didn't think of him as anything more than a friend. If he didn't, then Heero didn't know how he'd ever be able to face the braided pilot again.
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He squeezed his eyes shut as he made the first cut. He was too ashamed, but he gained his strength after it had been made. There was no turning back now. Now that he had started it, it wasn't as hard to watch, the pain numbing his senses. He watched as his blood dripped onto the floor of the wooden porch only to be swiftly soaked up. He had tried to stop loving Heero, but he hadn't been able to. It was like a runaway train on a one way track through life. Once it started, it couldn't be stopped, unless it crashed. And Duo was about to take that crash. It was strange he thought. He had always believed that love was supposed to be a good thing. It was supposed to bring life. So how come it was taking his away? Duo was glad he was alone. There was no way that he could force himself to smile, to be cheerful. In truth he hadn't been able to for a while now. The closest thing to his manic grin he could accomplish was a sneer directed at himself. He was weak as WuFei would say. He was taking the weak way out and he knew it, but he just couldn't bear to live with loving Heero and not having him. All he had had was hope and now that had been taken away. Heero was marrying Releena. "I'm sorry Father Maxwell, Sister Helen, Solo. Heero," Duo whispered, face turned up to the sky. He winced as another cut was made.
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Heero prayed that he wouldn't be too late. He knew the cheerfulness Duo always showed was just an act. He couldn't even count the number of times that he had heard Duo cry out in his sleep. He wondered how he could be so callous to an angel. Even if he was the angel of death, he had still been an angel. But could he ever be ihis/i angel? Heero disregarded every traffic sign he came upon. No one was out anyway. Everyone was off at the church where he was supposed to be. No. That was wrong. He was going to exactly where he was supposed to be. With Duo.
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Duo had long since stopped trying to determine whether or not he was truly crying. With the rain pouring down around him, his entire face was wet anyways. If he did happen to be crying, he figured the rain would provide well enough cover to hide it. He could deny his tears mingled with the rain. He sent up a silent prayer to Shinigami asking him that he take his soul before the pain fully sunk in. There was no turning back. Ruby red blood seeped from the various cuts covering his entire body. He watched the rivulets run down his arms almost as if in awe as it joined into one stream and dripped onto the floor mixing with the rain water. So this was it. He hoped that Heero would be happy with Releena. They deserved each other. Both were completely oblivious to the feelings of others.
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Heero wished he had been able to read his own emotions sooner. Maybe then he wouldn't have seen that hurt look on Duo's face. He had known for a while that he loved Duo, but he had been too afraid. He had just started to realize how much attention Duo had actually bestowed up him compared to the other pilots. Would Duo have spent that much time with him if he hadn't felt anything? His foot pressed the pedal further, causing the car to rapidly gain speed. He couldn't explain it, but he felt a sense of urgency.
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He could feel himself getting weaker the longer he sat there marking his skin. Each cut deeper than the last. Nothing short of a miracle would save him now and he had already used up his miracles before the war had even started. How else would he be the only survivor of the Maxwell Church Massacre? How else would the stowaway have survived to become a Gundam pilot instead of being killed? Duo laughed bitterly. It just had to have started raining didn't it? It hadn't been raining when he had stepped out onto his back porch. It had only started after he made the first cut, as if the heavens were crying for him. But Duo was beyond caring. Death was so much easier than the pain of living. ...And Shinigami was waiting for him with open arms. He started shivering as the cold finally started seeping into his weakened body. "I'm sorry." Duo whispered as he collapsed onto the floor blinded by his misery. He never heard the chime of the doorbell or the following knocks from inside the house, nor did he hear the door being kicked in and feet running though the house searching for him. He continued watching his blood flow freely in fascination as the wood soaked it up. He never noticed when the knife slipped from his trembling fingers or when warm arms cradled his pale, chill form close to their chest. "Duo." Hope surged through Heero as he saw the violet eyes flutter open. Maybe everything would be okay after all. It didn't look like there was much blood, but it could have been washed away by the rain. "He... Hee-chan?" Duo's eyes filled with confusion. Why was Heero there? He was supposed to be with Releena. It was their wedding day. "Wh'...bou'...'Leena?" his voice slurred and his eyes drifted shut again. He thanked Shinigami for being kind and sending Heero's to be the last face he saw. It wasn't much, but it was enough. "Duo, please don't leave me. Ai.. Ai shiteru, Duo. Ai shiteru," Heero felt a tear make a path down his cheek as he watched the last breath make its way past Duo's parted lips. If only he had gotten there a little sooner.
Two Years Later: Heero never had married Releena, though it wasn't from lack of trying on Releena's part. He hadn't been able to do it. He hoped it had been the right decision to make. It felt right. He was happy, if a bit lonely for his soul mate, but happy nonetheless. Heero had started the orphanage in memory of Duo Maxwell, his beloved friend whom had died too soon. He liked to think that wherever Duo was, that he was watching and smiling, truly smiling. Duo had smiled honestly too little in his memories. Heero smiled down at the cherubic face of the child sitting on his knee, listening with the utmost attention to the story that he was being told. The child was going on and on about the substitute teacher they had had that day. They had thought it was a girl at first because of his long braid until the man had laughed when someone had called him Miss Maxwell. ~Owari~ TBC? *Please Please PLEASE review! I've never written a deathfic, songfic or a GW fic before for that matter so I wanna know how it came out. PLEASE R&R! I'll love you forever! Tips on writing are appreciated!
//Call you up in the middle of the night like a firefly without a light you were there like a blowtorch burning I was a key that could use a little turning
So tired that I couldn't even sleep So many secrets I couldn't keep Promised myself I wouldn't weep One more promise I couldn't keep
It seems no one can help me now I'm in too deep There's no way out This time I have really led myself astray
Runaway train never going back Wrong way on a one way track Seems like I should be getting somewhere Somehow neither here nor there
Can you help me remember how to smile Make it somehow all seem worthwhile How on earth did I get so jaded? Life's mystery seems so faded
I can go where no one else can go I know what no one else knows Here I am just drownin' in the rain With a ticket for a runaway train
And everything seems cut and dry Day and night, earth and sky Somehow I just don't believe it
Runaway train never going back Wrong way on a one way track Seems like I should be getting somewhere Somehow neither here nor there
Bought a ticket for a runaway train Like a madman laughin' at the rain Little out of touch, little insane Just easier than dealing with the pain
Runaway train never going back Wrong way on a one way track Seems like I should be getting somewhere Somehow neither here nor there
Runaway train never comin' back Runaway train tearin' up the track Runaway train burnin' in my veins Runaway but it always seems the same///hr noshade size=10 width=75%
Note: At the moment brain seems to have stopped working and I can't remember what these things are called where you say that you don't own whatever it is that you're writing about. But I still have to say it anyway so here goes. I don't own Gundam Wing unfortunately. I don't happen to remember who does either but I'm sure they know and I give them credit. Oh and the Song "Runaway Train" is by Soul Asylum.
DISCLAIMER!!!! That's what the word that thing is called! Okay well the thing right above this is my disclaimer. Please don't sue! I'm saving my money for Prismacolors coloured pencils. Hehe I remembered the word. It just took me a couple minutes of thinking bout other stuff!
Thank you Duoforever and and and. grrr. Thank you the other person who reviewed too! Yeah in the actual thing they had been in italics I keep forgetting that FF.Net reverts everything back. But I fixed it. Thanks for letting me know. (
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hr noshade size=10 width=75%"Omae O Korosu," a deep sleepy voice crept across from the other end of the line. Heero Yuy definitely did not like being woken up at 2:43 in the morning unless it was for a mission, but there would be no more of them. There hadn't been one in over a year. For that Heero was glad, they had finally achieved peace.
"Hiya, Hee-chan! Sorry I woke you up but I couldn't sleep," Duo sat in the middle of his bed, a sheet swirled around him like a soft violet ocean. He clung to the phone like a life line, fingers gripping the chord that already tangled around him. He wished that he and Heero were still sharing a room in some perfectly chosen school dormitory or at a safe house. Then he could have curled up in his partner's bed feigning having had a nightmare. He probably would have been shot if he had actually tried, but just being in the same room always gave him that little extra bit of comfort that kept him from slipping over the deep end.
"Hn. Baka. Go to bed," Heero gave the phone his best death glare wishing it would explode and slightly surprised in his tired state that it hadn't at least trembled like most people did. Well, most other than Duo. He feared nothing. Not even death for Shinigami was his friend, his partner. There was no other explanation for him being able to do some of the things he did, like using a thermal scythe underwater. By all rights that should have been impossible.
"I just told you that I couldn't sleep! Don't you ever listen to anything I say?" Duo forced his voice to hide how deeply Heero's actions hurt. Heero wouldn't understand. He'd only call him a baka again. Like always. Why did he even bother with the machine? He held the tears back with no little effort. He would not cry. That was a promise he'd made to himself long ago. A promise he'd broken numerous times.
"Hn," Heero wondered to himself why the baka kept doing this kind of thing to him. Why the boy kept getting Heero's hopes up. As far as Heero knew, Duo was straight. After all how could he be so lucky with the girls if he was gay? Yes, Duo was definitely straight. Anyone that perfect just had to be. Right? The stupid baka must just be using him as entertainment. Heero hoped that he was at least getting a good laugh at his expense. Well, he wasn't going to make it any easier for him. He gave a last glare to the phone.
Duo heard the distinct click of the phone being hung up and cursed himself for being weak, for loving someone who would never love him back. Now that the war was over, no one needed him anymore. He was alone. Trowa and Quatre had each other, WuFei had Sally and Heero didn't need anyone, just his laptop. He felt like the proverbial 3rd wheel. Only in this case he was the seventh.
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Duo had tried calling Heero just to say hello. well, that was partly true. He had wanted to learn whether or not the rumors were true. Apparently they were much to Duo's dismay. Heero was planning on marrying Releena. He even had the gall to ask Duo to be the best man and to be happy for him. Heero just didn't understand that both requests were beyond his capabilities. He had tried to ask him why he was marrying the girl when he couldn't stand her, but Heero had just replied with his usual monotone saying it didn't matter, it was none of his business. Duo had pleaded silently with his eyes for more of an answer, but either Heero hadn't noticed the real question lying in the violet orbs or he just hadn't cared. Either option had sent a spear of pain through him, straight to his heart. Heero had been like a light to him and all Duo had wanted him to do was to give some inclination that he returned even a fraction of the feelings he had to the stoic pilot. It seemed as if Heero had broken him. If it had been up to Duo to chose who he loved, it would never have been Heero. He would have chosen Shinigami. After all, it was He who had always been by his side when he needed someone. So why did he have to love Heero?
His pale hand shook as it pressed the button to end the call on the vid screen. The owner couldn't believe what had just happened, the words that had come out of Heero's lips. His life was over as he knew it, his last hope at finding happiness, stolen. What did he have left now? No, Duo wasn't overreacting. At least, not by his own standards since the war had ended. He wondered why he could no longer force himself to be cheerful all the time. It used to be so easy. Maybe it was just because there was no longer a real need for it. The other pilots no longer needed him to distract them from the seriousness of their situations. Or maybe it was because his Partner wanted him to finally join him. It was probably just as well. At this point he wouldn't argue with Shinigami. As far as he was concerned, He was free to take him any time.
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Heero tossed and turned in his bed reliving the terrible anguish he had seen on Duo's beautiful face. It had been so hard not to tell him the truth. Only Quatre knew his darkest secret. Heero was in love Duo Maxwell. Heero never once allowed himself to believe that Duo might possibly harbor the same feelings towards himself. But now he wasn't so certain. Did Duo somehow feel something for him? Was he doing the right thing by marrying Releena? Or was the right thing telling Duo the truth? Didn't he at least owe him that much? To let the angel make up his own mind? After that last call, he wasn't entirely positive that Duo was straight anymore. He was sure that the boy had wanted to tell him something important. and if Duo was straight then why would it have looked like his heart was breaking when Heero had told him the news?
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Duo curled himself up in a fetal position trying to dispel the darkness threatening him. He had tried valiantly not to cry. He really had, but some things just beg to have tears shed for them. The thought of losing the one you love most, the one you lived for certainly qualified on Duo's list. Again he had broken that promise. He had lost track of the number of times it had been shattered. Duo couldn't think of a single reason why he should bother living now that Heero was gone. Heero had been the only reason that he had lived through the war in the first place. He had always hoped that the other pilot would realize the way he felt and that he would feel the same way. He knew it was stupid, but that hadn't stopped him from wishing that it could happen. He was a gundam pilot. The odds were almost always against him and yet somehow he always came out on top, He had just assumed that this would be no different.
He shuddered as he picked up the knife. This really wasn't how he had expected to die, at his own hand. He had always thought that he would die during the war. He thought it ironic that he could live through fighting a war, but he couldn't live through love. Love wasn't supposed to kill people, it was supposed to save them. It was supposed to be the reason they lived, not the reason they died. How had things become so messed up.
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Heero sighed. He knew what he had to do no matter how risky it was. He wasn't very worried about the consequences with Releena. The only thing that would change was him. Releena probably expected him to threaten to kill her on their wedding day anyway. Why would she be surprised if he didn't show up at all? She'd just hunt him down anyway and try again, so Heero really wasn't worried that he was missing out on anything. However, he was worried that Duo truly didn't think of him as anything more than a friend. If he didn't, then Heero didn't know how he'd ever be able to face the braided pilot again.
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He squeezed his eyes shut as he made the first cut. He was too ashamed, but he gained his strength after it had been made. There was no turning back now. Now that he had started it, it wasn't as hard to watch, the pain numbing his senses. He watched as his blood dripped onto the floor of the wooden porch only to be swiftly soaked up. He had tried to stop loving Heero, but he hadn't been able to. It was like a runaway train on a one way track through life. Once it started, it couldn't be stopped, unless it crashed. And Duo was about to take that crash. It was strange he thought. He had always believed that love was supposed to be a good thing. It was supposed to bring life. So how come it was taking his away? Duo was glad he was alone. There was no way that he could force himself to smile, to be cheerful. In truth he hadn't been able to for a while now. The closest thing to his manic grin he could accomplish was a sneer directed at himself. He was weak as WuFei would say. He was taking the weak way out and he knew it, but he just couldn't bear to live with loving Heero and not having him. All he had had was hope and now that had been taken away. Heero was marrying Releena. "I'm sorry Father Maxwell, Sister Helen, Solo. Heero," Duo whispered, face turned up to the sky. He winced as another cut was made.
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Heero prayed that he wouldn't be too late. He knew the cheerfulness Duo always showed was just an act. He couldn't even count the number of times that he had heard Duo cry out in his sleep. He wondered how he could be so callous to an angel. Even if he was the angel of death, he had still been an angel. But could he ever be ihis/i angel? Heero disregarded every traffic sign he came upon. No one was out anyway. Everyone was off at the church where he was supposed to be. No. That was wrong. He was going to exactly where he was supposed to be. With Duo.
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Duo had long since stopped trying to determine whether or not he was truly crying. With the rain pouring down around him, his entire face was wet anyways. If he did happen to be crying, he figured the rain would provide well enough cover to hide it. He could deny his tears mingled with the rain. He sent up a silent prayer to Shinigami asking him that he take his soul before the pain fully sunk in. There was no turning back. Ruby red blood seeped from the various cuts covering his entire body. He watched the rivulets run down his arms almost as if in awe as it joined into one stream and dripped onto the floor mixing with the rain water. So this was it. He hoped that Heero would be happy with Releena. They deserved each other. Both were completely oblivious to the feelings of others.
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Heero wished he had been able to read his own emotions sooner. Maybe then he wouldn't have seen that hurt look on Duo's face. He had known for a while that he loved Duo, but he had been too afraid. He had just started to realize how much attention Duo had actually bestowed up him compared to the other pilots. Would Duo have spent that much time with him if he hadn't felt anything? His foot pressed the pedal further, causing the car to rapidly gain speed. He couldn't explain it, but he felt a sense of urgency.
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He could feel himself getting weaker the longer he sat there marking his skin. Each cut deeper than the last. Nothing short of a miracle would save him now and he had already used up his miracles before the war had even started. How else would he be the only survivor of the Maxwell Church Massacre? How else would the stowaway have survived to become a Gundam pilot instead of being killed? Duo laughed bitterly. It just had to have started raining didn't it? It hadn't been raining when he had stepped out onto his back porch. It had only started after he made the first cut, as if the heavens were crying for him. But Duo was beyond caring. Death was so much easier than the pain of living. ...And Shinigami was waiting for him with open arms. He started shivering as the cold finally started seeping into his weakened body. "I'm sorry." Duo whispered as he collapsed onto the floor blinded by his misery. He never heard the chime of the doorbell or the following knocks from inside the house, nor did he hear the door being kicked in and feet running though the house searching for him. He continued watching his blood flow freely in fascination as the wood soaked it up. He never noticed when the knife slipped from his trembling fingers or when warm arms cradled his pale, chill form close to their chest. "Duo." Hope surged through Heero as he saw the violet eyes flutter open. Maybe everything would be okay after all. It didn't look like there was much blood, but it could have been washed away by the rain. "He... Hee-chan?" Duo's eyes filled with confusion. Why was Heero there? He was supposed to be with Releena. It was their wedding day. "Wh'...bou'...'Leena?" his voice slurred and his eyes drifted shut again. He thanked Shinigami for being kind and sending Heero's to be the last face he saw. It wasn't much, but it was enough. "Duo, please don't leave me. Ai.. Ai shiteru, Duo. Ai shiteru," Heero felt a tear make a path down his cheek as he watched the last breath make its way past Duo's parted lips. If only he had gotten there a little sooner.
Two Years Later: Heero never had married Releena, though it wasn't from lack of trying on Releena's part. He hadn't been able to do it. He hoped it had been the right decision to make. It felt right. He was happy, if a bit lonely for his soul mate, but happy nonetheless. Heero had started the orphanage in memory of Duo Maxwell, his beloved friend whom had died too soon. He liked to think that wherever Duo was, that he was watching and smiling, truly smiling. Duo had smiled honestly too little in his memories. Heero smiled down at the cherubic face of the child sitting on his knee, listening with the utmost attention to the story that he was being told. The child was going on and on about the substitute teacher they had had that day. They had thought it was a girl at first because of his long braid until the man had laughed when someone had called him Miss Maxwell. ~Owari~ TBC? *Please Please PLEASE review! I've never written a deathfic, songfic or a GW fic before for that matter so I wanna know how it came out. PLEASE R&R! I'll love you forever! Tips on writing are appreciated!
//Call you up in the middle of the night like a firefly without a light you were there like a blowtorch burning I was a key that could use a little turning
So tired that I couldn't even sleep So many secrets I couldn't keep Promised myself I wouldn't weep One more promise I couldn't keep
It seems no one can help me now I'm in too deep There's no way out This time I have really led myself astray
Runaway train never going back Wrong way on a one way track Seems like I should be getting somewhere Somehow neither here nor there
Can you help me remember how to smile Make it somehow all seem worthwhile How on earth did I get so jaded? Life's mystery seems so faded
I can go where no one else can go I know what no one else knows Here I am just drownin' in the rain With a ticket for a runaway train
And everything seems cut and dry Day and night, earth and sky Somehow I just don't believe it
Runaway train never going back Wrong way on a one way track Seems like I should be getting somewhere Somehow neither here nor there
Bought a ticket for a runaway train Like a madman laughin' at the rain Little out of touch, little insane Just easier than dealing with the pain
Runaway train never going back Wrong way on a one way track Seems like I should be getting somewhere Somehow neither here nor there
Runaway train never comin' back Runaway train tearin' up the track Runaway train burnin' in my veins Runaway but it always seems the same///hr noshade size=10 width=75%