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Bloody Valentine - Songfic by Arista
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Arista: Just to let you know, this won't be like my others . . . Atika: -shakes head- Nope, because she's trying something new! Arista: -nods- That I Am. -laughs- Atika: -points- Be sure to tell everyone that you're not as mean as they may think you are from the ending. Arista: -blinks, then nods and turns to you, the reader- Right! Just because I added other characters and used them . . . well . . . for my own amusement, (Yusuke, Kuwabara, and Keiko of Yu Yu Hakusho and Sora and Riku from Kingdom Hearts/FF) I have nothing against them. Actually, I love them all quite dearly! -laughs-
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There comes a time in everyone's life where they have to make a vital decision. But what happens when you can't decide? If you chose one path, the path you left behind constantly reminds you that you're a fool. Consequently, if you take the other path, the one you dodged makes itself seem like the one that you should have taken.
But sometimes, nobody realizes they're making a decision that can change their life forever.
It had been years since the Gundam pilots had been in touch. After the happenings of Operation Meteor and the threat that Mariemaia had posed, the stress factor just seemed too much.
Trowa was the first to go, deciding that it would just be better if he went and found his long lost sister, Catherine, and found out more about his childhood and how he was lost.
Quatre went back to his home, to try and become the heir that he knew in his heart he was. Although he still blamed himself for many things, the separation of his team he felt was right.
After many squabbles about his decisions to leave after the tragic death of Meiran, Wufei was accepted to his home to continue to carry on in her memory, a large shrine to her and his beloved Gundam his most visited place.
Though Duo and Heero attempted to stay close, they were torn apart by Relena, but not for the reason one would assume. It turned out that while for so long she had chased Heero, it was Duo that she loved. This came as quite the punch to lovely Yuy's ego, and he moved far from Duo and Relena.
At first, Duo and Relena seemed happy together. He being quite the prankster still, she being her royal hoity toity self, things were always fluttery and happy in their hearts. Though they occasionally became quite annoyed with one another, they were indeed very much in love.
A year into their relationship, just before Valentine's Day, Heero Yuy came back into the lives of Duo Maxwell and Relena Peacecraft.
"So, Maxwell . . ." Heero started. "I hear you and Relena are doing well?"
"Yeah I guess so," Duo grinned, folding his arms over his chest.
Heero nodded subtly and pushed away his plate. He had lost his appetite after glancing around the modest little kitchen Duo and Relena had in their apartment. Duo didn't notice Heero slip his steak knife into his lap . . .
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Later that evening
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"Duo? I'm home!" Relena piped as she came through the front door. The house was dark, but she thought nothing of it at first.
"Duo?"
Oh my love, please, don't cry . . . I'll wash my bloody hands and we'll start a new life . . .
Relena screamed in horror as she stared down at her lover's bloody body sprawled out on the kitchen floor. Tears fell in waterfalls from her eyes as paramedics held her back and shook their heads as they carried Duo's lifeless body away. She scolded herself for hours about her stupidity, beating into her head that she should have never let him drop her off to shop.
Relena sniffled in her sleep as she lay across the couch, a tissue balled in her hand still. The once quaint living room was now a disaster zone. Pictures had been ripped from the walls and thrown to the other side of the room, and anything that should spark even the smallest of memories in her head of her love were destroyed. Photo albums lay in bits and pieces; notes were crumpled and piled in a small trash bin.
A sleek, black cordless phone lay on the coffee table near Relena's head. Cutting the silence of the depressed room with an ear-piercing screech, the phone rang. Relena jumped and answered it in reflex.
"Hello?"
The other line was silent for a moment.
"Relena?"
"Who is this?" a semi-terrified Peacecraft squeaked.
"This is Heero. I have something to tell you . . . "
I ripped out his throat, and called you on the telephone to take off my disguise, just in time to hear you cry, when you mourn the death of your bloody valentine, the night he died. You mourn the death of your bloody valentine, one last time, said oh my love, please don't cry. I'll wash my bloody hands and we'll start a new life. I don't know much at all, I don't know wrong from right. All I know is that I love you tonight . . .
Relena instantly hung up on Heero and called her long time friend Dorothy. Though Dorothy thought Miss Relena had imagined the call, she agreed to come and stay with her, just to make sure things were safe.
Not even a moment after Relena and Dorothy had settled in the living room, the telephone rang again. This time, Dorothy answered it.
"Hello?"
This time, the person on the other end hung up. Dorothy tried to get them back on the line, but the other end went straight to a disconnected line. She shrugged it off and continued her attempts to console Relena.
Relena woke before Dorothy the next morning. She sniffled as she stepped over the mess she had made the night before, and opened the door to get the morning's paper. A small fold of pink paper was snuggled inside. Though Relena felt she should ignore it, she opened it. She recognized the scriptures immediately.
There was police and flashing lights, the rain came down so hard that night and the headlines read, 'A Lover Died', no tell-tale heart was left to find when you . . . you mourn the death of your bloody valentine the night he dies. You mourn the death of your bloody valentine one last time, sayin' oh my love, please don't cry. I'll wash my bloody hands and we'll start a new life. I don't know much at all, I don't know wrong from right. All I know is that I love you tonight . . . Tonight
"Heero . . . " she gasped before dropping the note.
Dorothy woke not too long after to find Relena curled in a hysteric mess on the kitchen floor. She pried Relena off of the floor and the two went for a walk. They ended up in a park nearby, sitting close on a bench. Relena's puffy, red eyes watched the children play and couples walk hand in hand, but eventually resorted back to tears. Dorothy decided it was time to take the emotional one home, so the two returned to the apartment.
"I'll be inside in just a second . . . . " Dorothy assured Relena. Relena nodded as she sniffled her way back through the room. She wandered into the kitchen, and stood in utter terror as Heero stood up, watching her.
"Get out . . . " Relena tried to say.
"I just want to apologize . . . " Heero started. "I want you to know what happened."
He dropped you off I followed him home, then I stood outside his bedroom window. Standing over him, he begged me not to do, what I knew, I had to do, coz I'm so in love with you. Oh my love, please don't cry. I'll wash my bloody hands and we'll start a new life. I don't know much at all, I don't know wrong from right. All I know is that I love you tonight . . . tonight
Relena tried to stop herself from listening to Heero, tried to stop him from telling her these things. Hearing what happened to the love of her life was not what she wanted to do at the time. She tried so terribly hard to keep herself from believing that Heero had really killed Duo, she tried even harder to believe that Duo was really gone.
Heero opened his eyes slowly, the blur surrounding him slowly coming into focus. Hovering over him, a doctor draped in white smiled.
"Good to see you alert, Mr. Yuy!" the wrinkly old man chuckled. Heero thought for a moment, trying to recall what had happened to send him to the hospital. All he remembered was the pain in Relena's eyes and the tears that stained her face.
He took a deep breath, nearly accepting the fact that he'd killed his best friend. As he clenched his fist, a familiar voice rang in his head.
"Hey man, that was some fall!" Duo laughed as he set down a brown paper sack. "You'll never believe what I just read . . . " he grinned as he took a seat.
Something inside of Heero was saddened by the fact that killing Duo was merely a dream, but something inside of him in another part of his mind was glad that it was only an illusion.
"And what would that be?"
Duo grinned widely as he held up a newspaper.
"Read it."
Heero rolled his eyes and scanned through the circular. Apparently, some psychotic imbecile by the name of Yusuke Uremeshi had killed one by the name of Kuwabara Kazuma over Keiko Yukimara. Everything that had been in Heero's dream he received from the news broadcast.
"Duo? What happened? I mean . . . Why am I here?" Heero asked after a long silence.
Duo tried to hide his amusement. "Well, you came in to tell me you were going to leave. When you opened the door, you pushed the ladder I was standing on, I fell one way, it feel the other and conked you in the head."
Heero stayed silent for a moment, then nodded. "Okay then . . . "
Duo nodded and went back to eating his sandwich. Heero closed his eyes and slipped back asleep.
"Welcome to tonight's show . . . " Trowa muttered in his melancholy tone. Heero gave him a strange look and passed him, taking a seat near Duo.
"What are we doing here?" he asked.
"We came to see the show, duh!" Duo piped, pulling his cotton candy apart. Heero nodded then shook his head to himself.
There was a long wait for the ringmaster, which annoyed Heero.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, we're very sorry, but there've been some complications with this evening's acts . . . " the plump man started. The Heero heard a familiar tune as Catherine sang the events to the crowd.
Riku had the same size feet as Sasquatch-a-moe, he put his toesies in the imprints at that real big circus show . . . he could have been a circus star, never got the chance to go that far, his feet were stole, oh, now he's gotta go . . . Sora always played the pranks when small kids got away, he had whip cream pies and silly string, it all went his way. But one day he tried to jam, he hit the floor and went 'ka-bam', it was a funk, and the circus stunk . . .
Heero shook his head violently and opened his eyes. Duo was standing over him, and they were back in the hospital.
"Are you okay??" Duo asked, the tone an unusually worried one for someone so easy going.
"Yeah . . . I'm fine." Heero said. He looked up to the television screen to see the source of his odd dream: Duo was watching music videos as he sat silently next to his partner.
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Atika: -climbs over Arista's face to get to you- Just incase anyone didn't know, the Sora/Riku was a parody of Stole by Kelly Rowland! Arista: -pushes Atika to the side, he flutters to the chair next to me- I'm sure they know.they aren't THAT stupid, love.-gives you an innocent smile- Please review now that you've read!
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Bloody Valentine - Songfic by Arista
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Arista: Just to let you know, this won't be like my others . . . Atika: -shakes head- Nope, because she's trying something new! Arista: -nods- That I Am. -laughs- Atika: -points- Be sure to tell everyone that you're not as mean as they may think you are from the ending. Arista: -blinks, then nods and turns to you, the reader- Right! Just because I added other characters and used them . . . well . . . for my own amusement, (Yusuke, Kuwabara, and Keiko of Yu Yu Hakusho and Sora and Riku from Kingdom Hearts/FF) I have nothing against them. Actually, I love them all quite dearly! -laughs-
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There comes a time in everyone's life where they have to make a vital decision. But what happens when you can't decide? If you chose one path, the path you left behind constantly reminds you that you're a fool. Consequently, if you take the other path, the one you dodged makes itself seem like the one that you should have taken.
But sometimes, nobody realizes they're making a decision that can change their life forever.
It had been years since the Gundam pilots had been in touch. After the happenings of Operation Meteor and the threat that Mariemaia had posed, the stress factor just seemed too much.
Trowa was the first to go, deciding that it would just be better if he went and found his long lost sister, Catherine, and found out more about his childhood and how he was lost.
Quatre went back to his home, to try and become the heir that he knew in his heart he was. Although he still blamed himself for many things, the separation of his team he felt was right.
After many squabbles about his decisions to leave after the tragic death of Meiran, Wufei was accepted to his home to continue to carry on in her memory, a large shrine to her and his beloved Gundam his most visited place.
Though Duo and Heero attempted to stay close, they were torn apart by Relena, but not for the reason one would assume. It turned out that while for so long she had chased Heero, it was Duo that she loved. This came as quite the punch to lovely Yuy's ego, and he moved far from Duo and Relena.
At first, Duo and Relena seemed happy together. He being quite the prankster still, she being her royal hoity toity self, things were always fluttery and happy in their hearts. Though they occasionally became quite annoyed with one another, they were indeed very much in love.
A year into their relationship, just before Valentine's Day, Heero Yuy came back into the lives of Duo Maxwell and Relena Peacecraft.
"So, Maxwell . . ." Heero started. "I hear you and Relena are doing well?"
"Yeah I guess so," Duo grinned, folding his arms over his chest.
Heero nodded subtly and pushed away his plate. He had lost his appetite after glancing around the modest little kitchen Duo and Relena had in their apartment. Duo didn't notice Heero slip his steak knife into his lap . . .
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Later that evening
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"Duo? I'm home!" Relena piped as she came through the front door. The house was dark, but she thought nothing of it at first.
"Duo?"
Oh my love, please, don't cry . . . I'll wash my bloody hands and we'll start a new life . . .
Relena screamed in horror as she stared down at her lover's bloody body sprawled out on the kitchen floor. Tears fell in waterfalls from her eyes as paramedics held her back and shook their heads as they carried Duo's lifeless body away. She scolded herself for hours about her stupidity, beating into her head that she should have never let him drop her off to shop.
Relena sniffled in her sleep as she lay across the couch, a tissue balled in her hand still. The once quaint living room was now a disaster zone. Pictures had been ripped from the walls and thrown to the other side of the room, and anything that should spark even the smallest of memories in her head of her love were destroyed. Photo albums lay in bits and pieces; notes were crumpled and piled in a small trash bin.
A sleek, black cordless phone lay on the coffee table near Relena's head. Cutting the silence of the depressed room with an ear-piercing screech, the phone rang. Relena jumped and answered it in reflex.
"Hello?"
The other line was silent for a moment.
"Relena?"
"Who is this?" a semi-terrified Peacecraft squeaked.
"This is Heero. I have something to tell you . . . "
I ripped out his throat, and called you on the telephone to take off my disguise, just in time to hear you cry, when you mourn the death of your bloody valentine, the night he died. You mourn the death of your bloody valentine, one last time, said oh my love, please don't cry. I'll wash my bloody hands and we'll start a new life. I don't know much at all, I don't know wrong from right. All I know is that I love you tonight . . .
Relena instantly hung up on Heero and called her long time friend Dorothy. Though Dorothy thought Miss Relena had imagined the call, she agreed to come and stay with her, just to make sure things were safe.
Not even a moment after Relena and Dorothy had settled in the living room, the telephone rang again. This time, Dorothy answered it.
"Hello?"
This time, the person on the other end hung up. Dorothy tried to get them back on the line, but the other end went straight to a disconnected line. She shrugged it off and continued her attempts to console Relena.
Relena woke before Dorothy the next morning. She sniffled as she stepped over the mess she had made the night before, and opened the door to get the morning's paper. A small fold of pink paper was snuggled inside. Though Relena felt she should ignore it, she opened it. She recognized the scriptures immediately.
There was police and flashing lights, the rain came down so hard that night and the headlines read, 'A Lover Died', no tell-tale heart was left to find when you . . . you mourn the death of your bloody valentine the night he dies. You mourn the death of your bloody valentine one last time, sayin' oh my love, please don't cry. I'll wash my bloody hands and we'll start a new life. I don't know much at all, I don't know wrong from right. All I know is that I love you tonight . . . Tonight
"Heero . . . " she gasped before dropping the note.
Dorothy woke not too long after to find Relena curled in a hysteric mess on the kitchen floor. She pried Relena off of the floor and the two went for a walk. They ended up in a park nearby, sitting close on a bench. Relena's puffy, red eyes watched the children play and couples walk hand in hand, but eventually resorted back to tears. Dorothy decided it was time to take the emotional one home, so the two returned to the apartment.
"I'll be inside in just a second . . . . " Dorothy assured Relena. Relena nodded as she sniffled her way back through the room. She wandered into the kitchen, and stood in utter terror as Heero stood up, watching her.
"Get out . . . " Relena tried to say.
"I just want to apologize . . . " Heero started. "I want you to know what happened."
He dropped you off I followed him home, then I stood outside his bedroom window. Standing over him, he begged me not to do, what I knew, I had to do, coz I'm so in love with you. Oh my love, please don't cry. I'll wash my bloody hands and we'll start a new life. I don't know much at all, I don't know wrong from right. All I know is that I love you tonight . . . tonight
Relena tried to stop herself from listening to Heero, tried to stop him from telling her these things. Hearing what happened to the love of her life was not what she wanted to do at the time. She tried so terribly hard to keep herself from believing that Heero had really killed Duo, she tried even harder to believe that Duo was really gone.
Heero opened his eyes slowly, the blur surrounding him slowly coming into focus. Hovering over him, a doctor draped in white smiled.
"Good to see you alert, Mr. Yuy!" the wrinkly old man chuckled. Heero thought for a moment, trying to recall what had happened to send him to the hospital. All he remembered was the pain in Relena's eyes and the tears that stained her face.
He took a deep breath, nearly accepting the fact that he'd killed his best friend. As he clenched his fist, a familiar voice rang in his head.
"Hey man, that was some fall!" Duo laughed as he set down a brown paper sack. "You'll never believe what I just read . . . " he grinned as he took a seat.
Something inside of Heero was saddened by the fact that killing Duo was merely a dream, but something inside of him in another part of his mind was glad that it was only an illusion.
"And what would that be?"
Duo grinned widely as he held up a newspaper.
"Read it."
Heero rolled his eyes and scanned through the circular. Apparently, some psychotic imbecile by the name of Yusuke Uremeshi had killed one by the name of Kuwabara Kazuma over Keiko Yukimara. Everything that had been in Heero's dream he received from the news broadcast.
"Duo? What happened? I mean . . . Why am I here?" Heero asked after a long silence.
Duo tried to hide his amusement. "Well, you came in to tell me you were going to leave. When you opened the door, you pushed the ladder I was standing on, I fell one way, it feel the other and conked you in the head."
Heero stayed silent for a moment, then nodded. "Okay then . . . "
Duo nodded and went back to eating his sandwich. Heero closed his eyes and slipped back asleep.
"Welcome to tonight's show . . . " Trowa muttered in his melancholy tone. Heero gave him a strange look and passed him, taking a seat near Duo.
"What are we doing here?" he asked.
"We came to see the show, duh!" Duo piped, pulling his cotton candy apart. Heero nodded then shook his head to himself.
There was a long wait for the ringmaster, which annoyed Heero.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, we're very sorry, but there've been some complications with this evening's acts . . . " the plump man started. The Heero heard a familiar tune as Catherine sang the events to the crowd.
Riku had the same size feet as Sasquatch-a-moe, he put his toesies in the imprints at that real big circus show . . . he could have been a circus star, never got the chance to go that far, his feet were stole, oh, now he's gotta go . . . Sora always played the pranks when small kids got away, he had whip cream pies and silly string, it all went his way. But one day he tried to jam, he hit the floor and went 'ka-bam', it was a funk, and the circus stunk . . .
Heero shook his head violently and opened his eyes. Duo was standing over him, and they were back in the hospital.
"Are you okay??" Duo asked, the tone an unusually worried one for someone so easy going.
"Yeah . . . I'm fine." Heero said. He looked up to the television screen to see the source of his odd dream: Duo was watching music videos as he sat silently next to his partner.
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Atika: -climbs over Arista's face to get to you- Just incase anyone didn't know, the Sora/Riku was a parody of Stole by Kelly Rowland! Arista: -pushes Atika to the side, he flutters to the chair next to me- I'm sure they know.they aren't THAT stupid, love.-gives you an innocent smile- Please review now that you've read!