Ok, it has been a long fucking time since I last updated this. Feel free to
flame me to hell and back. I have an overactive imagination and have been
spitting out stories like babies. Now normally that would be a good thing,
but it kept me from writing the Epilogue for this. So please, please,
PLEASE forgive me for this, and at least read and review this last chapter.
sniffles Please!
Miaka
Epilogue: The End of the Beginning
Heero and Quatre literally free-fell out of the window, and time seemed to go slowly for them. With the wind's upward strength, Quatre lost his grip on Heero and the two separated midair. Heero was too stunned by this turn of events to utter a single word.
Pieces of the last day or so flashed before his eyes, making him pray against his imminent death even more than a normal man would.
His days, months, years spent watching Duo through his little office window at the bank.
The day Duo came inside and asked him out to lunch.
How scared Heero was when Duo insisted they eat lunch then talk at his house.
Heero's awe at the decorations he could clearly see around the homey looking townhouse.
His hatred at the mere thought that Hilde had anything to do with it.
The exquisite feeling of kissing Duo for the first time and the first contact of their eager tongues.
The same feeling, ten times multiplied when Duo lay him on the small bed against the wall and performed wicked yet enjoyable acts on his body.
The moment when Heero had told Duo he loved him, and the joy on Duo's face as he kissed him.
But then the darker memories came through, and Heero was unable to stop them.
His first view of Quatre after almost three years. And the look on Duo's face at Quatre's presumptuous words.
The heated argument they had had in Duo's den, and the subsequent departure of an angry Heero. Heero's battle with his conscience -if that is what it could be called- and the remembrance of sins committed with Wufei.
The fight with Trowa about the truthfulness of Quatre's words.
Trowa's shocked look as he flew out the window, and Heero's feeling of slight regret at loosing a cousin, albeit a slutty one.
Quatre grabbing Heero up and babbling crazily as he stepped up to the window.
And present, Heero and Quatre falling at equal speeds, both their young lives about to end.
But wait; there was a sound filtering through Heero's despair. What was it? It sounded familiar, like someone calling his name.
"Heero!!!" came the cry again. It was someone calling his name. And it sounded like Duo. His dearest Duo, that he would never be with again. Obviously his imminent death was causing him to hallucinate.
And as that thought flitted through his mind, Heero slammed into something soft and warm that grunted uncomfortably, and passed out, the whisper of his name in that sweetly familiar voice haunting him.
It was the worst moment of his life. Duo couldn't think of another time when he had felt more scared, more frozen, than at that very moment in time, watching his blue-eyed love fall from the third story window and plummet toward the concrete below. Heero and Quatre didn't have the benefit of the grass like the other kid had. They hadn't flown outward first. They were going to splat on the ground like so much other things and become simply a stain on the sidewalk.
The morbid thoughts somewhat comforted Duo, in a strange way. Having his love become a bloody blob on a sidewalk was certainly less dramatic than seeing fifty or so of his friends burned alive by a fire caused purposely by the government. In truth, the way Heero was going was kind of easy. No charring, no unnecessary screaming. Almost...peaceful.
Shaking his head, Duo promised himself he'd go get evaluated by a therapist and looked up just in time to see Heero and Quatre's bodies' way to close for comfort. Making a snap decision, Duo moved forward and made to catch both of them. He might hate the blond brat for trying to take him Heero, but he was no murderer, no sirree bobtail. (A/N: Stupid saying, I know.)
Both men slammed into his body at the same time and he grunted at the impact. He managed to get a better grip on Heero, but Quatre slipped out of his grasp and slammed into the concrete, albeit softer than he would of if Duo hadn't at least attempted to catch him. The blond bounced a grand total of eight times before he finally settled on the grass beside the kid who'd flown out the window first. Blood could be seen dripping down his forehead from a nasty gash visible from twenty feet away.
Duo winced and set Heero carefully on the grass. He was sure the Japanese boy had suffered some injury or other, going by the blood on his face, and falling from such a height and abruptly stopping tended to jar bones and pull muscles. And ambulance would be needed soon. Actually, right now.
"Sao?" He called, not seeing the grey eyed girl that had accompanied him.
"Hai?" she said, moving into Duo's line of vision. The braided man smiled the tiniest bit, mostly from relieve that his lover wasn't part of the asphalt, and motioned the girl over. Sao approached.
"In the car is my cell. Could you please call and ambulance?" he asked, cradling Heero's head in his lap. Sao nodded and did as she was told. Soon the sound of sirens in the distance filled the small street. Kneeling beside Duo, both settled down to wait.
It had been five hours since Heero, Quatre and Trowa had been admitted into the hospital. Currently, Heero was resting in his room with Duo and Sao at his side. He had only suffered a few mild bruises from his fight with Trowa, and a misaligned leg bone from the impact with Duo. That had been easily rectified and though Heero would have to stay off the leg for about a week, he would be just fine.
Unfortunately, Trowa had broken his hand when he had punched the wooden floor of Quatre's apartment, and it would take several weeks to heal. Also, he was suffering from what the doctors called 'extended vertigo' from his fall, and couldn't walk a straight line if his life depended on it.
Quatre didn't get off that easily. The fall had given him a concussion and a sprained wrist, and he was instructed to stay in bed for a little over two months, woken at two hour intervals for the first two weeks. And after the recounting of all Quatre had said up to the final jump (Heero had stayed awake long enough to tell it), there was a high chance that Quatre would be sent to Bellevue (a psychiatric ward on Earth) for a year or two.
Heero was due to wake up any minute, and Sao and Duo watched him anxiously. Five minutes passed this way until the prone body on the bed gave a little sigh and Prussian blue eyes viewed the world for the first time in the last five and a half hours. The first thing Heero saw was laughing and teary amethyst eyes watching him with enough love to overflow a nation. Seeing this, Sao got up and quietly left. She could visit Heero later.
"Duo?" Heero croaked, confused as to why the man was there, and where he was. "Domo...?" [1]
"You're at the L2 Hospital, Hee-chan," Duo said, smiling warmly. "You were beat up pretty bad when you fell out the window, and me catching you didn't help none."
"Window?" Heero murmured, and then focused his eyes on Duo. "You caught me? Why?"
Duo had to laugh. Heero pouted and Duo laughed a bit more. "Why? Heero no baka [2], of course I would catch you," he said. The mirth faded from his eyes and he took Heero's hand. "I love you."
Heero stared at Duo as if he was some kind of alien. This couldn't possible be the Duo that had yelled at him and looked at him with such anger that afternoon. It wasn't possible. Duo hated him.
With that thought, Heero began to cry. Duo jumped up in alarm and clutched Heero's tighter. "Daijoubu desu ka, Heero? [3]" he asked desperately, leaning over his love and feeling his forehead. "Gomen ne[4], for anything I said to offend you. Please forgive me!"
At the distress in Duo's voice, Heero looked more closely at the braided man. It was true, love did shine in his eyes. Seeing that, joy filled Heero's heart and he squeezed Duo's hand to stop his frantic cries. Duo froze and looked down at his angel. "Did you mean it, Duo? About loving me?" Heero asked.
Duo smiled softly and cupped Heero's face with one slender hand. "Heero Yuy, I've loved you for two years, ever since I laid eyes on you coming from the shuttle terminal," he whispered. He leaned down and kissed Heero chastely and softly, very much unlike the passionate kisses they'd share before. When he pulled away, Heero was smiling.
"Me too, Duo-koi[5]" he said, returning the kiss with a bit more fervor. They soon were both smiling. Duo sat on the bed and leaned against his Japanese love. "Aishiteru," Heero said.
"I love you, too, Heero," Duo responded. Just when things were about to fall into a well of sap, Sao burst in and glomped both.
"Guess what?!" she cried happily.
"What?" the two on the bed chorused.
"Nothing!!" Sao cried happily. The pair on the bed stared at her, then the entire group laughed.
(Now a brief description of where they all are now.)
Heero and Duo got married several weeks after the incident. Heero wore a white dress and Duo wore a black dress. They both got a kick out of it. Sao was there best man-girl and threw flowers and everything. After a night of wild sex, they met Hilde in court and had her ass thrown in jail for 25 years on charges of using a Discover Card on way to many stupid things.
Trowa recovered from the vertigo and went to law school, where he met a sexy Chinese man by the name of Chang Wufei. As far as anyone knows, they currently having wild monkey sex in the condo belonging to Wufei's boyfriend-on-the-side, Zechs Marquise.
Quatre failed his psyche exams at Bellevue so many times the hospital finally gave up on him. He is currently in his room, screwing his pillow and calling out the name of his personal doctor. No one has dared open the door since then. It is said that Quatre has great stamina.
The asshole cashier at the bank died a horrible death by shooting when the bank was robbed during Heero and Duo's honey moon. Nobody cared.
That said and done, this is the end. Finito. Done. Finished. Finis, Fin. That's it.
Domo –'where' Heero no baka-'Heero you idiot' Daijoubu desu ka?-'Are you okay?' Gomen ne-'sorry' Duo-koi-'Duo love'
Okay, I'm done. If it sucks, I apologize. I wrote this at twelve midnight. Love all. Ja.
Miaka
P.S. This is finished. FUCK YES!!!!
Miaka
Epilogue: The End of the Beginning
Heero and Quatre literally free-fell out of the window, and time seemed to go slowly for them. With the wind's upward strength, Quatre lost his grip on Heero and the two separated midair. Heero was too stunned by this turn of events to utter a single word.
Pieces of the last day or so flashed before his eyes, making him pray against his imminent death even more than a normal man would.
His days, months, years spent watching Duo through his little office window at the bank.
The day Duo came inside and asked him out to lunch.
How scared Heero was when Duo insisted they eat lunch then talk at his house.
Heero's awe at the decorations he could clearly see around the homey looking townhouse.
His hatred at the mere thought that Hilde had anything to do with it.
The exquisite feeling of kissing Duo for the first time and the first contact of their eager tongues.
The same feeling, ten times multiplied when Duo lay him on the small bed against the wall and performed wicked yet enjoyable acts on his body.
The moment when Heero had told Duo he loved him, and the joy on Duo's face as he kissed him.
But then the darker memories came through, and Heero was unable to stop them.
His first view of Quatre after almost three years. And the look on Duo's face at Quatre's presumptuous words.
The heated argument they had had in Duo's den, and the subsequent departure of an angry Heero. Heero's battle with his conscience -if that is what it could be called- and the remembrance of sins committed with Wufei.
The fight with Trowa about the truthfulness of Quatre's words.
Trowa's shocked look as he flew out the window, and Heero's feeling of slight regret at loosing a cousin, albeit a slutty one.
Quatre grabbing Heero up and babbling crazily as he stepped up to the window.
And present, Heero and Quatre falling at equal speeds, both their young lives about to end.
But wait; there was a sound filtering through Heero's despair. What was it? It sounded familiar, like someone calling his name.
"Heero!!!" came the cry again. It was someone calling his name. And it sounded like Duo. His dearest Duo, that he would never be with again. Obviously his imminent death was causing him to hallucinate.
And as that thought flitted through his mind, Heero slammed into something soft and warm that grunted uncomfortably, and passed out, the whisper of his name in that sweetly familiar voice haunting him.
It was the worst moment of his life. Duo couldn't think of another time when he had felt more scared, more frozen, than at that very moment in time, watching his blue-eyed love fall from the third story window and plummet toward the concrete below. Heero and Quatre didn't have the benefit of the grass like the other kid had. They hadn't flown outward first. They were going to splat on the ground like so much other things and become simply a stain on the sidewalk.
The morbid thoughts somewhat comforted Duo, in a strange way. Having his love become a bloody blob on a sidewalk was certainly less dramatic than seeing fifty or so of his friends burned alive by a fire caused purposely by the government. In truth, the way Heero was going was kind of easy. No charring, no unnecessary screaming. Almost...peaceful.
Shaking his head, Duo promised himself he'd go get evaluated by a therapist and looked up just in time to see Heero and Quatre's bodies' way to close for comfort. Making a snap decision, Duo moved forward and made to catch both of them. He might hate the blond brat for trying to take him Heero, but he was no murderer, no sirree bobtail. (A/N: Stupid saying, I know.)
Both men slammed into his body at the same time and he grunted at the impact. He managed to get a better grip on Heero, but Quatre slipped out of his grasp and slammed into the concrete, albeit softer than he would of if Duo hadn't at least attempted to catch him. The blond bounced a grand total of eight times before he finally settled on the grass beside the kid who'd flown out the window first. Blood could be seen dripping down his forehead from a nasty gash visible from twenty feet away.
Duo winced and set Heero carefully on the grass. He was sure the Japanese boy had suffered some injury or other, going by the blood on his face, and falling from such a height and abruptly stopping tended to jar bones and pull muscles. And ambulance would be needed soon. Actually, right now.
"Sao?" He called, not seeing the grey eyed girl that had accompanied him.
"Hai?" she said, moving into Duo's line of vision. The braided man smiled the tiniest bit, mostly from relieve that his lover wasn't part of the asphalt, and motioned the girl over. Sao approached.
"In the car is my cell. Could you please call and ambulance?" he asked, cradling Heero's head in his lap. Sao nodded and did as she was told. Soon the sound of sirens in the distance filled the small street. Kneeling beside Duo, both settled down to wait.
It had been five hours since Heero, Quatre and Trowa had been admitted into the hospital. Currently, Heero was resting in his room with Duo and Sao at his side. He had only suffered a few mild bruises from his fight with Trowa, and a misaligned leg bone from the impact with Duo. That had been easily rectified and though Heero would have to stay off the leg for about a week, he would be just fine.
Unfortunately, Trowa had broken his hand when he had punched the wooden floor of Quatre's apartment, and it would take several weeks to heal. Also, he was suffering from what the doctors called 'extended vertigo' from his fall, and couldn't walk a straight line if his life depended on it.
Quatre didn't get off that easily. The fall had given him a concussion and a sprained wrist, and he was instructed to stay in bed for a little over two months, woken at two hour intervals for the first two weeks. And after the recounting of all Quatre had said up to the final jump (Heero had stayed awake long enough to tell it), there was a high chance that Quatre would be sent to Bellevue (a psychiatric ward on Earth) for a year or two.
Heero was due to wake up any minute, and Sao and Duo watched him anxiously. Five minutes passed this way until the prone body on the bed gave a little sigh and Prussian blue eyes viewed the world for the first time in the last five and a half hours. The first thing Heero saw was laughing and teary amethyst eyes watching him with enough love to overflow a nation. Seeing this, Sao got up and quietly left. She could visit Heero later.
"Duo?" Heero croaked, confused as to why the man was there, and where he was. "Domo...?" [1]
"You're at the L2 Hospital, Hee-chan," Duo said, smiling warmly. "You were beat up pretty bad when you fell out the window, and me catching you didn't help none."
"Window?" Heero murmured, and then focused his eyes on Duo. "You caught me? Why?"
Duo had to laugh. Heero pouted and Duo laughed a bit more. "Why? Heero no baka [2], of course I would catch you," he said. The mirth faded from his eyes and he took Heero's hand. "I love you."
Heero stared at Duo as if he was some kind of alien. This couldn't possible be the Duo that had yelled at him and looked at him with such anger that afternoon. It wasn't possible. Duo hated him.
With that thought, Heero began to cry. Duo jumped up in alarm and clutched Heero's tighter. "Daijoubu desu ka, Heero? [3]" he asked desperately, leaning over his love and feeling his forehead. "Gomen ne[4], for anything I said to offend you. Please forgive me!"
At the distress in Duo's voice, Heero looked more closely at the braided man. It was true, love did shine in his eyes. Seeing that, joy filled Heero's heart and he squeezed Duo's hand to stop his frantic cries. Duo froze and looked down at his angel. "Did you mean it, Duo? About loving me?" Heero asked.
Duo smiled softly and cupped Heero's face with one slender hand. "Heero Yuy, I've loved you for two years, ever since I laid eyes on you coming from the shuttle terminal," he whispered. He leaned down and kissed Heero chastely and softly, very much unlike the passionate kisses they'd share before. When he pulled away, Heero was smiling.
"Me too, Duo-koi[5]" he said, returning the kiss with a bit more fervor. They soon were both smiling. Duo sat on the bed and leaned against his Japanese love. "Aishiteru," Heero said.
"I love you, too, Heero," Duo responded. Just when things were about to fall into a well of sap, Sao burst in and glomped both.
"Guess what?!" she cried happily.
"What?" the two on the bed chorused.
"Nothing!!" Sao cried happily. The pair on the bed stared at her, then the entire group laughed.
(Now a brief description of where they all are now.)
Heero and Duo got married several weeks after the incident. Heero wore a white dress and Duo wore a black dress. They both got a kick out of it. Sao was there best man-girl and threw flowers and everything. After a night of wild sex, they met Hilde in court and had her ass thrown in jail for 25 years on charges of using a Discover Card on way to many stupid things.
Trowa recovered from the vertigo and went to law school, where he met a sexy Chinese man by the name of Chang Wufei. As far as anyone knows, they currently having wild monkey sex in the condo belonging to Wufei's boyfriend-on-the-side, Zechs Marquise.
Quatre failed his psyche exams at Bellevue so many times the hospital finally gave up on him. He is currently in his room, screwing his pillow and calling out the name of his personal doctor. No one has dared open the door since then. It is said that Quatre has great stamina.
The asshole cashier at the bank died a horrible death by shooting when the bank was robbed during Heero and Duo's honey moon. Nobody cared.
That said and done, this is the end. Finito. Done. Finished. Finis, Fin. That's it.
Domo –'where' Heero no baka-'Heero you idiot' Daijoubu desu ka?-'Are you okay?' Gomen ne-'sorry' Duo-koi-'Duo love'
Okay, I'm done. If it sucks, I apologize. I wrote this at twelve midnight. Love all. Ja.
Miaka
P.S. This is finished. FUCK YES!!!!
