This is my first fic to be put on the site. I really want to see some reviews. The title is spelled right…it's a play on words… thanks for comments
-thuperman
"Fallen Heero"
There was a silence throughout the house. It was cold inside, very cold. Heero was looking for something, searching for a lost object. He thought of the irony of that, a lost person looking for a lost object.
The house was an incredibly dark place, just the way he would have liked it. However, he was not worried about that now, there was an important task at hand. He quickly remembered where he had hid the object and found it. It was in pieces, so he put it together in less than a minute. He followed the path he had taken in, to the entrance of the grand place. He went outside into the darkness to find his car.
As soon as he found the place he was looking for, he stopped the car. He turned it off and stepped out. He stood in front of a much brighter house, but it was no smaller in size. Heero pulled out the object he had only minutes earlier been looking for. This was the time, he would not let himself give up now.
He knew that as soon as he walked through the front door of her house, of their house, he could not turn back. He would not let himself regret doing it.
So, he walked through the front door, gun in hand. He had the look of a weathered man on his face, one of both exhaustion and suffering. He held back his urge to stop; he could not let emotion hold him back. He would do it. He must.
He walked into the hallway. At the end of the hall was a doorway. The doorway. He began to slow his pace; he was as quiet as possible. His eyes darted back and forth, hoping that she would not hear him. Finally, he was at the doorway.
She heard a creak and looked up expectantly, wanting it to be Heero. Relena wanted him to be there for her tonight. What she saw was a shadowed figure holding up a gun. "He's finally come to finish it," she thought.
This was it, and as they both looked each other in the eye, he pulled the trigger. Her body fell to the floor, in the most graceful way possible. She had been shot in the chest, through the lung. As she lay there, Heero came up to her and whispered in her ear, "Relena, I love you. I have always loved you, and I will always love you."
With that, he put his jacket over her wound. He pulled the phone down from the desk and dialed 9-1-1. He gave the phone to Relena who was going to live, and said, "Don't forget me, whatever you do, don't forget me."
He suddenly pulled the gun up under his chin, kissed Relena on the forehead and then shot himself. His limp body fell back against the desk, gun still in his hand and blood pooling on the floor.
In the midst of all of this, Relena had hung up the phone. She said to herself, "And I love you, Heero." She kissed his still warm lips, and pulled the gun from his hand. She set his body on the floor, and put her arm around him. With the other hand, she drew the gun to her temple, at an angle, to ensure sudden death. She pulled the trigger, and was in ecstasy with her lover.