My first attempt at writing a fic, so please be kind! ^_^
-----In Your Eyes----
Heero wasn't sure what had brought him to this point.
He was alone. Had always been alone. Ever since...
No rest for his troubled soul. No place in the world for him.
The only person he had ever cared for...
And that loneliness had brought him here.
The house was so empty now that Quatre was gone. No more did the blonde's cheer fill the house and Heero's heart. He was gone, forever gone, never again...
He had no friends. No visitors. No neighbors.
The only light in life had been taken cruelly from him. There was no reason to try and continue on without Quatre there by his side.
Sitting on the cement steps, Heero sighed and gazed at the setting sun with a distant sense of remorse. Never again.
He lifted the gun, the cold steel pressing against his chin like a reassuring caress.
"Goodbye," he murmured.
"Meow?" came the soft reply.
Heero blinked in surprise, finger hesitating on the trigger. In the murky twilight, a pair of large, wide eyes glittered back at him from the bushes. A small, thin cat crawled out, meowing plaintively at him.
"Go away," Heero growled.
The cat stepped back with a wounded look, but then crept forward again, driven by hunger.
"Go," Heero ordered with rising frustration. The cat ignored him, rubbing its bone-thin body against his shins and meowing, gazing up at Heero. "Get!" he said more forcefully, moving his leg away.
"Meow!" the cat demanded, butting its head against his leg.
Leveling the gun at the cat, Heero glared. "Go. Away," he said, finger twitching towards the trigger.
The cat stared at him, head tilting to one side before it tentatively poked at the gun barrel with its soft, pink nose. The cat was a near solid-brown with the faintest tabbey markings on its forehead with large, expressing eyes that were a grey-blue in color. The cat let out a mournful mewling sound, rubbing its cheek against the gun, desperately trying to get even just a few scraps of food.
Heero's grip on the gun trembled. 'What kind of monster am I to even think about shooting a starving cat?' he asked himself. What would Quatre think if... The gun dropped from suddenly numb fingers.
"Meow?" the cat poked its nose against Heero's hand.
"Just leave," he muttered, dropping his head into his hands. "I'm not going to feed you."
He sat like that for the longest time, letting the waves of despair wash over him. He couldn't even end the suffering. He was truly a failure.
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Poor Heero! ^_^ More soon (I hope!) Review? Please?
I love Ty!!
-----In Your Eyes----
Heero wasn't sure what had brought him to this point.
He was alone. Had always been alone. Ever since...
No rest for his troubled soul. No place in the world for him.
The only person he had ever cared for...
And that loneliness had brought him here.
The house was so empty now that Quatre was gone. No more did the blonde's cheer fill the house and Heero's heart. He was gone, forever gone, never again...
He had no friends. No visitors. No neighbors.
The only light in life had been taken cruelly from him. There was no reason to try and continue on without Quatre there by his side.
Sitting on the cement steps, Heero sighed and gazed at the setting sun with a distant sense of remorse. Never again.
He lifted the gun, the cold steel pressing against his chin like a reassuring caress.
"Goodbye," he murmured.
"Meow?" came the soft reply.
Heero blinked in surprise, finger hesitating on the trigger. In the murky twilight, a pair of large, wide eyes glittered back at him from the bushes. A small, thin cat crawled out, meowing plaintively at him.
"Go away," Heero growled.
The cat stepped back with a wounded look, but then crept forward again, driven by hunger.
"Go," Heero ordered with rising frustration. The cat ignored him, rubbing its bone-thin body against his shins and meowing, gazing up at Heero. "Get!" he said more forcefully, moving his leg away.
"Meow!" the cat demanded, butting its head against his leg.
Leveling the gun at the cat, Heero glared. "Go. Away," he said, finger twitching towards the trigger.
The cat stared at him, head tilting to one side before it tentatively poked at the gun barrel with its soft, pink nose. The cat was a near solid-brown with the faintest tabbey markings on its forehead with large, expressing eyes that were a grey-blue in color. The cat let out a mournful mewling sound, rubbing its cheek against the gun, desperately trying to get even just a few scraps of food.
Heero's grip on the gun trembled. 'What kind of monster am I to even think about shooting a starving cat?' he asked himself. What would Quatre think if... The gun dropped from suddenly numb fingers.
"Meow?" the cat poked its nose against Heero's hand.
"Just leave," he muttered, dropping his head into his hands. "I'm not going to feed you."
He sat like that for the longest time, letting the waves of despair wash over him. He couldn't even end the suffering. He was truly a failure.
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Poor Heero! ^_^ More soon (I hope!) Review? Please?
I love Ty!!