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Summary: **Deathfic** Sequel to 'Silent Night' . . . well, sorta. Heero and Quatre face the hardest moment their relationship ever faces. 1x4 and 2x3. RnR please!!
Immortal Beloved
Chapter three - When angels fly
Heero stood, staring out the bedroom window as the sun rose over the horizon. Although the bright light hurt his overly sore eyes, he did not care. He just watched the bright orange orb rise into the sky. But, he was startled suddenly by a pair of arms wrapping around his bare stomach.
"Good morning, love." Quatre whispered in his ear, nuzzling his neck affectionately.
"Good morning kitten."
"Guess what?"
"What?"
"You proved them all wrong."
"Hn?"
"The doctors! They said you wouldn't last a month!"
"Well . . . it will be one month and one day tomorrow. But, angel, don't get overly excited." Heero replied, turning to face Quatre. Quatre's eyes were sparkling with false bravery and masked depression. Heero wrapped his arms around Quatre's middle, "I don't know how much longer I have with you. I . . . I am in a lot of pain, angel. I . . ." he broke off.
"I know you are, my love, I know." Quatre soothed, moving gentle fingers over the base of Heero's neck. He lent his head on Quatre's shoulder,
"I don't want to be in pain anymore." He said, beginning to cry softly. In all the time Quatre had known Heero, even through this entire time with Heero's illness, he had never seen him cry. Quatre knew, from somewhere deep inside of him, that Heero would not make it through until the next sunrise. Quatre said nothing, just held his lover tightly. He knew that if he tried to speak, it would just come out as sobs, and right now, he had to be brave for Heero.
***
"I think I should just get my own refrigerator!" Wufei exclaimed as Heero and Quatre appeared in the kitchen. "Then maybe, some little thief would stop taking my stuff."
"What have you lost today Wuffles?" Duo asked, a mouth full of scrambled egg.
"MY strawberry jelly!" Wufei pouted. Trowa, Duo, Heero and Quatre stifled a laugh, hearing Wufei complain about jelly.
"Calm down, Wuffles." Quatre mumbled.
"Okay, that's something else that's getting on my nerves! Where has everyone picked up the name 'Wuffles' for me?" everyone looked at Duo,
"What?" He asked, "It's cool!"
"You got to admit, Wuffles, it's pretty catchy." Trowa said, a small smile on his lips.
"I demand justice!"
"You ALWAYS demand justice, but, do you ever get your justice?" Trowa asked.
"Well . . ." Wufei began, "No . . ."
"Then stop demanding it! Maybe if you asked nicely for justice . . ." he said simply.
"Why do you all attack me?" Wufei complained.
"You . . . my dear friend Wuffles . . . are attackable!" Duo said proudly. Wufei muttered something about justice under his breath before retreating out of the room. "He's such a weirdo sometimes." Duo mumbled.
"Coming from you, Mr. 'ooh look at me! I'm the God of Death!'" Trowa said with a slight laugh,
"What the hell has gotten into you this morning?"
"Heh . . . you don't want me to answer that in front of them, now do you?" Trowa asked, with a mischievous grin. Duo's mouth dropped open slightly and he grinned at his uni-banged lover.
"Touché!" Duo replied.
No one had noticed that by now, Heero was sitting on the kitchen floor, resting his head on his knees. "If someone could remove the preverbal spike from my skull, I would be very happy!" He growled, trying to lift his head. Quatre and Duo went to his aid,
"Oh Heero." Quatre sighed.
"Lemme help ya up buddy!" Duo said cheerfully. A little too cheerfully for the situation, Quatre thought. As they helped Heero off the floor, Quatre began to wonder why, despite the fact that he claimed to be Heero's best friend, he was so cheerful constantly. Did he forget that Heero was dying? Heero found himself in the kitchen chair with Duo fussing all over him. "Need anything?! Let me help you!"
"No Duo. You would think that for sometime now, getting told 'no', you would get the point!" Heero snapped. He looked at Duo and saw the hurt expression he wore, "Sorry Duo. . ."
"Hey, don't worry." Duo replied, with a fake smile.
***
A few hours had passed, and Heero found himself curled up next to Quatre, sleeping, while he and the other ex-Gundam pilots, minus Wufei, were watching TV.
"Turn the volume down, Trowa!" Quatre hissed. Trowa complied and the volume was turned to almost mute.
"Better?"
"Yeah."
"Oh yes . . . I can really hear this!" Duo grumbled, moving out of Trowa grasp and closer to the TV set.
"It's only the news, Duo." Quatre whispered.
"Yeah, I know. But I will watch or do anything to keep my mind off of . . . yeah you know." He mumbled, looking back at Heero, who for the first time in seemingly forever, looked peaceful.
"I'm off to see Sally!" Wufei exclaimed as he bounded down the stairs.
"Wufei!" Duo, Trowa and Quatre all hissed at the same time towards the Chinese man. But, it was too late. Heero had woken up with a grown.
"Shh . . . go back to sleep Heero." Quatre cooed.
"No . . . I'm awake now." Heero grumbled. The others looked at Wufei with murderous glances.
"Uh . . . bye!" He said, and with that, ran out that door, screaming "Sally! Help!!!"
"I will put itching powder in his bed." Duo grumbled, moving back onto the sofa with Trowa. Trowa laughed,
"Do you have itching powder?"
"I know a supplier." Duo said in deadpan.
"You scare me." Heero said, sitting up straight. Quatre looked over at Heero; he remembered how Heero had looked when they had first met, and how he looked now. Heero had not grown much taller, but then again, none of them had. He always had a slight muscle tone, but not as much as Trowa. But, now, as Heero's health deteriorated, he had become extremely skinny and gangly. But, never once did Quatre ever not see Heero as his idea of perfection. Quatre grinned slightly at that thought, 'perfection'. Heero Yuy had always been addressed as the Perfect Solider, but, to Quatre, he was the perfect everything, without even trying. Pain and fear stuck Quatre's heart, when he remembered he was losing Heero. For that second, he had almost forgotten, lost in a dream land where his love was in perfect health.
***
"I . . . I'm so tired, angel." Heero whimpered as he curled up closer to him.
"Then, sleep my love." Quatre replied softly.
"I . . . I'm . . . I'm afraid to go to sleep." Heero mumbled, laying his sore head on Quatre's shoulder. Quatre draped one arm around Heero's shoulders and the other grabbed one of Heero's hands, squeezing it gently. "I . . . I know that the next time I fall asleep, I will never wake up. I will never wake up to see you again. I just can't let that happen." Heero said, breathing deeply. Quatre moved his head and brushed his lips against Heero's, and moved his tongue easily to Heero's. After a long, passion filled kiss, they found themselves in the position they were in before. Quatre choked back tears and began to speak,
"Heero, my love, after a few weeks of us being together, you started to call me angel. And one night, I remember that I asked you why you had this sudden nickname for me. No one had ever called me that before. I remember your answer so clearly." Quatre paused, taking a deep breath, "You told me that, you believed that angels were beautiful creatures that saved people and guarded them. You said that I had saved you. Saved you from the darkness, loneliness, and ultimately, yourself. You said that I was your guardian angel, because from the time we were together, I never let any bad come to you." Quatre paused again, squeezing on Heero's hand again. Heero did the same, as a silent way of reassurance. "But, Heero, it's your turn. It's your turn to be my angel. I know that you will watch over me now. And Heero, you don't know how much you have saved me all this time. Angel, it's . . . it's time for you to fly." Quatre said, pulling Heero slightly closer to him. "I will never let you go from my heart and I know you will always be watching me, from wherever you are. Heero Yuy, my angel, I love you." Quatre said, tears slipping silently down his cheeks.
"I love you too Quatre." Heero whispered. He held Quatre's hand tightly as he drifted off into sleep. Quatre listened as Heero's heart beat slowed and felt as his chest stopped moving up and down with breath. Quatre felt a shudder run through Heero's body, but only for a second, until, Heero's body fell limp in Quatre's arms. "Goodbye my angel." Quatre whispered, knowing that Heero Yuy, the perfect solider, was gone.
Quatre stayed there, holding onto his lover's body until he watched the sunrise.
***
The end.
Summary: **Deathfic** Sequel to 'Silent Night' . . . well, sorta. Heero and Quatre face the hardest moment their relationship ever faces. 1x4 and 2x3. RnR please!!
Immortal Beloved
Chapter three - When angels fly
Heero stood, staring out the bedroom window as the sun rose over the horizon. Although the bright light hurt his overly sore eyes, he did not care. He just watched the bright orange orb rise into the sky. But, he was startled suddenly by a pair of arms wrapping around his bare stomach.
"Good morning, love." Quatre whispered in his ear, nuzzling his neck affectionately.
"Good morning kitten."
"Guess what?"
"What?"
"You proved them all wrong."
"Hn?"
"The doctors! They said you wouldn't last a month!"
"Well . . . it will be one month and one day tomorrow. But, angel, don't get overly excited." Heero replied, turning to face Quatre. Quatre's eyes were sparkling with false bravery and masked depression. Heero wrapped his arms around Quatre's middle, "I don't know how much longer I have with you. I . . . I am in a lot of pain, angel. I . . ." he broke off.
"I know you are, my love, I know." Quatre soothed, moving gentle fingers over the base of Heero's neck. He lent his head on Quatre's shoulder,
"I don't want to be in pain anymore." He said, beginning to cry softly. In all the time Quatre had known Heero, even through this entire time with Heero's illness, he had never seen him cry. Quatre knew, from somewhere deep inside of him, that Heero would not make it through until the next sunrise. Quatre said nothing, just held his lover tightly. He knew that if he tried to speak, it would just come out as sobs, and right now, he had to be brave for Heero.
***
"I think I should just get my own refrigerator!" Wufei exclaimed as Heero and Quatre appeared in the kitchen. "Then maybe, some little thief would stop taking my stuff."
"What have you lost today Wuffles?" Duo asked, a mouth full of scrambled egg.
"MY strawberry jelly!" Wufei pouted. Trowa, Duo, Heero and Quatre stifled a laugh, hearing Wufei complain about jelly.
"Calm down, Wuffles." Quatre mumbled.
"Okay, that's something else that's getting on my nerves! Where has everyone picked up the name 'Wuffles' for me?" everyone looked at Duo,
"What?" He asked, "It's cool!"
"You got to admit, Wuffles, it's pretty catchy." Trowa said, a small smile on his lips.
"I demand justice!"
"You ALWAYS demand justice, but, do you ever get your justice?" Trowa asked.
"Well . . ." Wufei began, "No . . ."
"Then stop demanding it! Maybe if you asked nicely for justice . . ." he said simply.
"Why do you all attack me?" Wufei complained.
"You . . . my dear friend Wuffles . . . are attackable!" Duo said proudly. Wufei muttered something about justice under his breath before retreating out of the room. "He's such a weirdo sometimes." Duo mumbled.
"Coming from you, Mr. 'ooh look at me! I'm the God of Death!'" Trowa said with a slight laugh,
"What the hell has gotten into you this morning?"
"Heh . . . you don't want me to answer that in front of them, now do you?" Trowa asked, with a mischievous grin. Duo's mouth dropped open slightly and he grinned at his uni-banged lover.
"Touché!" Duo replied.
No one had noticed that by now, Heero was sitting on the kitchen floor, resting his head on his knees. "If someone could remove the preverbal spike from my skull, I would be very happy!" He growled, trying to lift his head. Quatre and Duo went to his aid,
"Oh Heero." Quatre sighed.
"Lemme help ya up buddy!" Duo said cheerfully. A little too cheerfully for the situation, Quatre thought. As they helped Heero off the floor, Quatre began to wonder why, despite the fact that he claimed to be Heero's best friend, he was so cheerful constantly. Did he forget that Heero was dying? Heero found himself in the kitchen chair with Duo fussing all over him. "Need anything?! Let me help you!"
"No Duo. You would think that for sometime now, getting told 'no', you would get the point!" Heero snapped. He looked at Duo and saw the hurt expression he wore, "Sorry Duo. . ."
"Hey, don't worry." Duo replied, with a fake smile.
***
A few hours had passed, and Heero found himself curled up next to Quatre, sleeping, while he and the other ex-Gundam pilots, minus Wufei, were watching TV.
"Turn the volume down, Trowa!" Quatre hissed. Trowa complied and the volume was turned to almost mute.
"Better?"
"Yeah."
"Oh yes . . . I can really hear this!" Duo grumbled, moving out of Trowa grasp and closer to the TV set.
"It's only the news, Duo." Quatre whispered.
"Yeah, I know. But I will watch or do anything to keep my mind off of . . . yeah you know." He mumbled, looking back at Heero, who for the first time in seemingly forever, looked peaceful.
"I'm off to see Sally!" Wufei exclaimed as he bounded down the stairs.
"Wufei!" Duo, Trowa and Quatre all hissed at the same time towards the Chinese man. But, it was too late. Heero had woken up with a grown.
"Shh . . . go back to sleep Heero." Quatre cooed.
"No . . . I'm awake now." Heero grumbled. The others looked at Wufei with murderous glances.
"Uh . . . bye!" He said, and with that, ran out that door, screaming "Sally! Help!!!"
"I will put itching powder in his bed." Duo grumbled, moving back onto the sofa with Trowa. Trowa laughed,
"Do you have itching powder?"
"I know a supplier." Duo said in deadpan.
"You scare me." Heero said, sitting up straight. Quatre looked over at Heero; he remembered how Heero had looked when they had first met, and how he looked now. Heero had not grown much taller, but then again, none of them had. He always had a slight muscle tone, but not as much as Trowa. But, now, as Heero's health deteriorated, he had become extremely skinny and gangly. But, never once did Quatre ever not see Heero as his idea of perfection. Quatre grinned slightly at that thought, 'perfection'. Heero Yuy had always been addressed as the Perfect Solider, but, to Quatre, he was the perfect everything, without even trying. Pain and fear stuck Quatre's heart, when he remembered he was losing Heero. For that second, he had almost forgotten, lost in a dream land where his love was in perfect health.
***
"I . . . I'm so tired, angel." Heero whimpered as he curled up closer to him.
"Then, sleep my love." Quatre replied softly.
"I . . . I'm . . . I'm afraid to go to sleep." Heero mumbled, laying his sore head on Quatre's shoulder. Quatre draped one arm around Heero's shoulders and the other grabbed one of Heero's hands, squeezing it gently. "I . . . I know that the next time I fall asleep, I will never wake up. I will never wake up to see you again. I just can't let that happen." Heero said, breathing deeply. Quatre moved his head and brushed his lips against Heero's, and moved his tongue easily to Heero's. After a long, passion filled kiss, they found themselves in the position they were in before. Quatre choked back tears and began to speak,
"Heero, my love, after a few weeks of us being together, you started to call me angel. And one night, I remember that I asked you why you had this sudden nickname for me. No one had ever called me that before. I remember your answer so clearly." Quatre paused, taking a deep breath, "You told me that, you believed that angels were beautiful creatures that saved people and guarded them. You said that I had saved you. Saved you from the darkness, loneliness, and ultimately, yourself. You said that I was your guardian angel, because from the time we were together, I never let any bad come to you." Quatre paused again, squeezing on Heero's hand again. Heero did the same, as a silent way of reassurance. "But, Heero, it's your turn. It's your turn to be my angel. I know that you will watch over me now. And Heero, you don't know how much you have saved me all this time. Angel, it's . . . it's time for you to fly." Quatre said, pulling Heero slightly closer to him. "I will never let you go from my heart and I know you will always be watching me, from wherever you are. Heero Yuy, my angel, I love you." Quatre said, tears slipping silently down his cheeks.
"I love you too Quatre." Heero whispered. He held Quatre's hand tightly as he drifted off into sleep. Quatre listened as Heero's heart beat slowed and felt as his chest stopped moving up and down with breath. Quatre felt a shudder run through Heero's body, but only for a second, until, Heero's body fell limp in Quatre's arms. "Goodbye my angel." Quatre whispered, knowing that Heero Yuy, the perfect solider, was gone.
Quatre stayed there, holding onto his lover's body until he watched the sunrise.
***
The end.
