TIATAAPFE: TBOLATS
(The Breath Of Life Awakens The Sleeping)
A small tear quivered in the corner of Death's closed eyes, threatening to fall. He could almost see her slip away from him. He remembered how strong she had always been, how she had always seemed. It seemed unfair, to him at least, that now, when she needed it most, her strength was gone, replaced with a frailty so real, so human, that it terrified him.
The utter tenacity she used to get by, and to prevent them from destroying her cigarette supplies, was what he had grown accustomed to, as well as her playful mood.
Sitting here in that sterile hospital room, looking at her, tubes leading to beeping machines, medicine dripping into IVs, heart monitor and an artificial lung all drowning in white, scared him. The only color being the dying roses he purchased while she was in surgery, her pale gown, blonde braid and the ugly burns. He couldn't bare it any longer. He couldn't escape the marks.
Even with his eyes closed, they still showed up.
He cursed himself for staring at her, memorizing every detail, for when he looked back, or tried to forget what had happened. Then, he cursed himself for the curse, because he knew he deserved to feel the guilt, the pain, the feelings of the God of Death.
Death opened his eyes, gazing upon his friend and love. If and when the time to pull the plug on her came, he had made his decision. She would be unplugged.
He sighed, holding her hand tighter, as if that would awaken her deadened shell of a body. He wanted her to live so badly… He needed her. He knew that now. He knew that she was what he wanted his whole life.
He couldn't lose her.
"Flame…" he whispered, breath running across her hand, "Please… You can fight this… If not for me, do it for the others. Do it for yourself, so you can kill Trieze personally… please…"
Still, she was oblivious to his pleadings. She did not stir.
Seeing this as his last hope, knowing, somehow, that if anything would work, then this certainly would, he leaned in close. Death forgot about the woman he saw now, the one nearly dead and covered in painful burns, but instead saw the one he remembered, so peaceful in her sleep, without a smoke stuck between her pouty lips, expression serene and alluring. That was the woman he knew, in sleep anyways, and loved.
He closed his eyes, touching her lips with his own. He breathed against her lips, pulling back slowly, waiting for a response.
He felt a slight pressure on his fingers, realizing that he was still holding her hand… And that she was squeezing his fingers.
Gasping, surprised that his breath of life on her lips awoke her from the sleeping death where she had been caged, his violet eyes flew open.
"Duo…" she forced out of her mouth, breathing heavily, as though she had been fighting, which she had. Fighting Death. Fighting him.
"Flame… You're awake…"
*~*~*OWARI*~*~*
Thank you
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Computer geek Michelle: I owe you big for reviewing while injured! And thanx for reviewing the thank you chapter! ^ ^ *giggles* I find it somewhat amusing for reasons that even I don't know. *shrug* eh. But, your kind words about loving my story and that you'll review makes me very happy and inspired. I'm working on this more than anything I ever had, all for you, because I want to keep my reviewers happy! Not logging in doesn't mean much, just the thoughtful review! ^ ^ You are too sweet! Hope you enjoy this chappie as much as I enjoyed writing it! I hope that your wrist gets super well super fast! I feel sorry that you got injured. *sad face* Get well Shelly!
That's all my reviewers. As you can see, I am not very review magnetic. I don't care about getting reviews, as long as people read this and enjoy themselves. I'm not writing it to get reviews. I only am doing this for the readers.
Luvz, Flame
