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"Heero...." I whispered the name as if it would disappear if I said it too loudly.
"Duo! What the FUCK do you think you are doing? What the hell is this, and why aren't you fighting them off?!" Heero yelled at me as if this was just everyday and I was being stupid.
"No, Heero, I won't fight them off..." I whispered to what I thought was my imagination.
"But... why?!" Heero looked at me pleadingly, "Fine, if you won't, then I will. I will NOT let you DIE!!"
I shook my head sadly, knowing that this was just my mind playing tricks on me, the body merely trying to get the attention of one's self and make instinct kick in. But I won't let it this time. I'm ready to die, to stop the suffering of everyone, and to be with my Hee-chan. I smile slowly as I think of everything that might happen to the others. They would be devastated, I know, but they would live, they're strong people.
Trowa would probably end up with Quatre, and they would both finally be happy. Wufei will probably go back to his home on Earth, he fell in love with this place in China and bought the house off of impulse. They would stick together, I know that, they really know each other, they know that they are the only of their kind.
I think of them with envy. They had a better life than I did, I realize that now. I may have been the one to make the jokes and give even Trowa a light smile, but I still always felt out of the loop. Wufei grew up knowing his parents and elders, and having the love and care for him, no matter how harsh they were. Trowa, he doesn't remember all that much about his past, but at least he has Catherine and now Quatre. Quatre... he is the most fortunate out of all of us, and I love him for that, he's so innocent and I never want that to change. And now that I look at it, Heero's life was better than mine, he had hell to go through, I know... but he still had somewhere, something for him, even if it was that asshole of a scientist.
I frown, me on the other hand, no. I was as unfortunate as any other low-down fuck. Harsh to say, I know. But my life on L2 was hell in itself. I had to run on the streets, steal for food, sleep under a gutter cover. That is, until Maxwell Church, I was finally happy there, but the God of Death rests for no one, they too were soon gone in that blasted event, Solo, Father Maxwell, Sister Helen, all of them. From then on it was have sex with anybody who wanted it, or be raped. Simple as that, get paid, or get used. But now, I have nothing. Nothing to live for, even life itself doesn't seem worth it. Heero's gone, and everything else, well, let's just say that it ain't too pretty.
I look back at the com-link and sigh. I trace the outlines of Heero's face and look at the image lovingly. Then I jerk back suddenly, 'What the hell?' I think to myself. 'What the hell are these soldiers thinking?' I look around suspiciously.
Everything had stopped, silence filled the air like a blanket for the dead. Then out of the corner of my eye I see something moving. It's Heero getting out of his gundam, and rushing over to mine. I begin to wonder, 'Why is my mind still playing tricks on me when the battle is 'over''? I don't get it, it's completely over my head. Until I see Heero standing outside my cockpit entrance.
He forces the door open and walks in with such deadly grace that I had to take a back away in fear.
That's when it hits me. This is Heero, he's alive!
He's talking now, "What the HELL do you think you were doing? You could have been killed! Damnit! Are you even listening to me?!" I give him a confused look.
I slowly comprehend everything he has just said and whisper slowly, "You didn't know?"
"I know that you were being the greatest baka ever and trying to get yourself killed. The only thing I don't know is why?! Damnit, answer me!"
"You were dead, Heero.... They said that you were dead." His eyes softened a bit. "I thought you were dead, Heero. Damnit! Why am I-" I broke down in tears.
"Why are you what, Duo?"
"CRYING!! I'm not supposed to cry, you're back and I'm CRYING!! Damnit!" I mentally slapped myself for being such a baka.
"It's okay to cry, Duo. It's okay to cry, no one will hold that against you." Heero says it slowly, as if trying to drill the words into my brain.
That makes me sob even harder. Now I realize why I took his 'Death' so hard, I love him and he was always so calm and understanding, even in the worst situations.
"Ai shiteru, Duo. Please stop crying, it's okay. Ai shiteru..." Heero crushes me against his form, and for the first time in a while, I was able to feel safe.
"Ai shiteru, Heero. For now and forever, wherever you will go."
owari
aw... -tear- see now i'm crying, and i WROTE the stupid thing! YAY! Heero's not dead! -jumps for joy- please read and review?! push the little purple button at the bottom! yay! I'm done! I finished a fic! yay! -proud- see ya'll next time!
"Heero...." I whispered the name as if it would disappear if I said it too loudly.
"Duo! What the FUCK do you think you are doing? What the hell is this, and why aren't you fighting them off?!" Heero yelled at me as if this was just everyday and I was being stupid.
"No, Heero, I won't fight them off..." I whispered to what I thought was my imagination.
"But... why?!" Heero looked at me pleadingly, "Fine, if you won't, then I will. I will NOT let you DIE!!"
I shook my head sadly, knowing that this was just my mind playing tricks on me, the body merely trying to get the attention of one's self and make instinct kick in. But I won't let it this time. I'm ready to die, to stop the suffering of everyone, and to be with my Hee-chan. I smile slowly as I think of everything that might happen to the others. They would be devastated, I know, but they would live, they're strong people.
Trowa would probably end up with Quatre, and they would both finally be happy. Wufei will probably go back to his home on Earth, he fell in love with this place in China and bought the house off of impulse. They would stick together, I know that, they really know each other, they know that they are the only of their kind.
I think of them with envy. They had a better life than I did, I realize that now. I may have been the one to make the jokes and give even Trowa a light smile, but I still always felt out of the loop. Wufei grew up knowing his parents and elders, and having the love and care for him, no matter how harsh they were. Trowa, he doesn't remember all that much about his past, but at least he has Catherine and now Quatre. Quatre... he is the most fortunate out of all of us, and I love him for that, he's so innocent and I never want that to change. And now that I look at it, Heero's life was better than mine, he had hell to go through, I know... but he still had somewhere, something for him, even if it was that asshole of a scientist.
I frown, me on the other hand, no. I was as unfortunate as any other low-down fuck. Harsh to say, I know. But my life on L2 was hell in itself. I had to run on the streets, steal for food, sleep under a gutter cover. That is, until Maxwell Church, I was finally happy there, but the God of Death rests for no one, they too were soon gone in that blasted event, Solo, Father Maxwell, Sister Helen, all of them. From then on it was have sex with anybody who wanted it, or be raped. Simple as that, get paid, or get used. But now, I have nothing. Nothing to live for, even life itself doesn't seem worth it. Heero's gone, and everything else, well, let's just say that it ain't too pretty.
I look back at the com-link and sigh. I trace the outlines of Heero's face and look at the image lovingly. Then I jerk back suddenly, 'What the hell?' I think to myself. 'What the hell are these soldiers thinking?' I look around suspiciously.
Everything had stopped, silence filled the air like a blanket for the dead. Then out of the corner of my eye I see something moving. It's Heero getting out of his gundam, and rushing over to mine. I begin to wonder, 'Why is my mind still playing tricks on me when the battle is 'over''? I don't get it, it's completely over my head. Until I see Heero standing outside my cockpit entrance.
He forces the door open and walks in with such deadly grace that I had to take a back away in fear.
That's when it hits me. This is Heero, he's alive!
He's talking now, "What the HELL do you think you were doing? You could have been killed! Damnit! Are you even listening to me?!" I give him a confused look.
I slowly comprehend everything he has just said and whisper slowly, "You didn't know?"
"I know that you were being the greatest baka ever and trying to get yourself killed. The only thing I don't know is why?! Damnit, answer me!"
"You were dead, Heero.... They said that you were dead." His eyes softened a bit. "I thought you were dead, Heero. Damnit! Why am I-" I broke down in tears.
"Why are you what, Duo?"
"CRYING!! I'm not supposed to cry, you're back and I'm CRYING!! Damnit!" I mentally slapped myself for being such a baka.
"It's okay to cry, Duo. It's okay to cry, no one will hold that against you." Heero says it slowly, as if trying to drill the words into my brain.
That makes me sob even harder. Now I realize why I took his 'Death' so hard, I love him and he was always so calm and understanding, even in the worst situations.
"Ai shiteru, Duo. Please stop crying, it's okay. Ai shiteru..." Heero crushes me against his form, and for the first time in a while, I was able to feel safe.
"Ai shiteru, Heero. For now and forever, wherever you will go."
owari
aw... -tear- see now i'm crying, and i WROTE the stupid thing! YAY! Heero's not dead! -jumps for joy- please read and review?! push the little purple button at the bottom! yay! I'm done! I finished a fic! yay! -proud- see ya'll next time!