One More Chance - Part 3
By: Teej
A vague hint of conciousness began to return to him, and yet not enough for him to realize the pain within his gut. He could see nothing at first, only pure shadow. Soon it became a blinding light, after he finally realized that his eyes had still been tightly shut. So, was this it? Was he really dead? Is it true that a blinding light shines through the darkness to lead you to your destiny?
For what felt like forever, he stared at the image above him as it slowly managed to come into focus. A darkness swept through his vision, though. The outline of a head was directly above him, a voise so weak reaching out to his ears. He didn't want this, though. The darkness was wonderful, the silence delectable. He was forced from that world though, and was slowly beginning to note that as the image began to sharpen.
He never really thought much of who was above him. All he could really make out were the dark strands. Most likely, it'd be Heero about to tell him how miserably he failed the mission, how he should have been left to the blade. And most importantly: how much of a baka he really was. "Where am I." The words were weak, a statement when it was supposed to be a question. He was certain whoever was above him was probably not happy with him. He wasn't in the mood to play, either. Such was a very rare state of mind for him.
"You're safe, for now. That's all that counts, isn't it?" Who was that? He couldn't really place the voice to a face. The only person that would say something like that had blonde hair. The other three were too devoid of any form of caring emotion to think to say something of that nature. He finally began to forcehis eyes into regaining vision. He had to see who it was. It wasn't Darien, since the man's voice seemed softer than that. Who the hell was it?
"Who are you?" His vision was slowly beginning to return, and the features he could make out weren't very recognizeable. The only thing that seemed vaguely familiar were the twin blurs of emerald. However, no. It certainly couldn't be him. There was no chance that such a thing could be possible. Maybe it was just Turouwa, a side he'd not usually seen since they'd never really been alone? How'd that explain the facial features? Well, compassion did change one's appearance, didn't it?
It wasn't Turouwa, though. The boy lacked the protruding bangs that the latin had grown so famous for. His hair was more like Heero's. It was thinner, yet nearly the same shade as his own. Duo couldn't help but swear that it looked like Solo. His skin was gently tanned, preserving its velveteen touch as it had even when they lived on the streets. It wasn't Solo, though! It just couldn't be Solo! He was dead. Duo himself had been there, he'd held him as he passed, pleading him to stay, begging him to take the medicine. He didn't though. Yes, and then it came, "I'm Solo.."
The name ran through his spine, chased by the chill of fear, if you could really call it that. "No!" There wasn't much to think about. It was a known fact that Solo was dead. It was also a widespread fact that you can't just come back from the dead, as though you just woke up from a long nap. "Quit playing with me! Solo died years ago, in my arms! There is no way he could possibly be alive! Kill me, whatever you were sent to do, just get it over with and quit tormenting me!"
He'd grown quite furious in those few moments. This was going way too far to take him out of battle. Duo began to test each limb, testing each muscle to make certain they could function properly. Next, he lifted each from the bed, finding that he'd not been binded to the bed for some reason. He didn't really believe it meant anything though. All he truly believed at this moment was that he needed to get out of this place before anything else could happen.
As much as he tried, he couldn't shut out the voice of the man pleading that he lay back down so that Duo might listen, and come to accept a truth he feared to reason with. He gave in to the driving forces of his own mind, the entity whom felt so familiar, and even his own body condition. For it seemed the adrenaline that had came to him in those short moments had a negative effect. Yes, his mind was blacking out yet again. His sight was leaving him, and all he could do was grope at the air until he fell into unconciousness once more.
It was two, perhaps three hours before any remote hint of conciousness returned to Shinigami's form. At first he felt nothing, and all he saw was darkness. Soon, a weakness began to settle into him. Heat began to overcome him as his mind was slowly beginning to learn of thesurrounding conditions. There was no light for his eyes to adjust to, but complete and utter darkness. To him, that was absolutely wonderful. It would take his eyes moments to adjust to the night, but it would not cause as much pain as sudden sunlight would have.
Though he did not see the other boy, he knew that the one claiming Solo was around there. That is, after he managed to knock the grogginess away from himself. Once he had managed to gain some form of sight, he lifted his head away from the bed. However, he performed the act more carefully than he had the last time. It seemed he didn't have enough sight to find the other though, since it was Solo's voice that reached him before he managed to spot the youth.
"Finally awake, eh? Sure have grown lazy, kid." Duo didn't even have to look to know there was some kind of smirk playing across the boy's face. The same questions returned to him before of both: how and why? Oh yeah, and one could not forget the doubt that played in his mind. He had begun to test his voice by clearing his throat, but was immediately silenced by the one he had finally spotted. Sadly, he still could not make out the details of the other. "I know. I'm gettin' to it. Think y'can sit still this time? Don't need you passin' out again on me."
"Fine." Though a bit cracked from the weakness he still felt, he found his voice quite easily. Holding to the promise, for now, he let his body relax more into the bed. Only then did he become aware of a rather itchy bandage wrapped around his midsection. Lord knows how Darien managed to miss any vital region, considering there were so many to be found. That was always Duo's luck, though. Never could get what it was he wanted. Death had been it, and he was denied. What else was new?
"How? A cop found me. When he chased you off, as he later told me, he gave me some of the meds. Guess I was stronger than I thought." A light shrug of the shoulders was given, before the man had begun to lift from the wooden chair. Solo's body had become quite cramped in the three hours he had been waiting for Duo to rouse again. He didn't dare leave the other alone. Wait, he did leave earlier on. That was to bury Darien. Grief was given as he looked over Duo. While he was saddened at the loss, it upset him even deeper the path Darien had taken. Such emotions combined only caused a single tear to be given. Nothing more.
"He raised me after a few.. quarrels. From then on things were fine and peachy.. 'til he was killed anyways. Damn war." The boy's head seemed to dip lower as his body turned. Closer and closer he was approaching the window, more and more finding his way into the light of the moon. Duo was finally given his chance, and he fully basked himself in the ability to have a moment in order to regognize the figure. Though his eyes were somewhat hidden in the moment of grief over an obviously lost father- figure, he could make out some the features present in himself. He almost completely resembled Darien in the way he maintained himself, or was it Darien that resembled Solo? He seemed lighter in spirit though, not even the cold self he had been back on the streets.
"Then why.. did you wait so long.."
"To find you?" Both cutting him off, and helping him to complete the thought, Solo did manage a light smirk. With hands clasped softly behind his back, he turned more to face the moon and the stars surrounding dear Luna. "How could I? You guys are all over the news, yet you always hide and cover your tracks. So, I found a major base, and waited for you to come to me. I was finally granted my wish when I saw Darien and yourself last night. Though it was painful to watch, I allowed things to take their course."
"Fine. Now cover the doubt." Though Duo was sure that was probably next, it was the last thing on his list. His heart was growing far too hopeful, but he tried to keep a straight face. Somehow he doubted the possibility the boy was lieing. Then again, Darien had done a pretty good job of getting to him as well. Perhaps this one was another? Perhaps, considering the similar features, they were part of the same clan? Maybe Darien wasn't dead, but had gone off now that this Solo was there? A clever plan indeed. Or so Duo believed until Solo was allowed to finish his speech.
"A few days before the plague struck, a cop chased us into a park. We ducked into a bush to hide and wait him out." Duo knew, even before he began to finish the event Solo was referring to. It was the one moment where the two were alone. It was the first moment he'd ever been happy. He broke his promise. Though his midsection protested it, he lifted himself up from the mattress. Solo didn't seem to appreciate it too much, but Duo was standing before he could protest. It became quite obvious there was a wooden floor to this place when the sound of boots echoed through the small room of the figure moving across the floor.
"We kissed. No one ever knew about it but us. We layed there until night came, closer than we ever had. I smiled the first time in a long time. I don't know how many kisses we shared before we left that bush, only that each seemed to draw us closer." Without truly knowing why, or by what power, Solo had lifted his arms so that they may encircle the youth. Duo had winced before Solo recollected the fact that Shinigami was indeed injured.
It was noted that his braid had come undone at some point. If he had taken the time to notice, he'd know that it had been brushed out as well. He felt merely the wind through it now from the open window, forcing the strands to lift and to spread further out around him. Within time, those strands had come to encircle Solo as much as Duo's arms had. His were higher though, surrounding the youth's neck and relaxing into each of his shoulders.
"We've been given.. one more chance Duo.. please.. let's take advantage of it..?" Maxwell made no form of rebuke to the other, no response, but only gave his acceptance of what was amazingly real. With a gentle ease, Duo allowed his body to begin relaxing into the encompassing arms of the other. With a warmed heart, his body stretched upwards against the older boy so that their lips may embrace one another in a soft, sweetly doting kiss that would lead so many more.
By: Teej
A vague hint of conciousness began to return to him, and yet not enough for him to realize the pain within his gut. He could see nothing at first, only pure shadow. Soon it became a blinding light, after he finally realized that his eyes had still been tightly shut. So, was this it? Was he really dead? Is it true that a blinding light shines through the darkness to lead you to your destiny?
For what felt like forever, he stared at the image above him as it slowly managed to come into focus. A darkness swept through his vision, though. The outline of a head was directly above him, a voise so weak reaching out to his ears. He didn't want this, though. The darkness was wonderful, the silence delectable. He was forced from that world though, and was slowly beginning to note that as the image began to sharpen.
He never really thought much of who was above him. All he could really make out were the dark strands. Most likely, it'd be Heero about to tell him how miserably he failed the mission, how he should have been left to the blade. And most importantly: how much of a baka he really was. "Where am I." The words were weak, a statement when it was supposed to be a question. He was certain whoever was above him was probably not happy with him. He wasn't in the mood to play, either. Such was a very rare state of mind for him.
"You're safe, for now. That's all that counts, isn't it?" Who was that? He couldn't really place the voice to a face. The only person that would say something like that had blonde hair. The other three were too devoid of any form of caring emotion to think to say something of that nature. He finally began to forcehis eyes into regaining vision. He had to see who it was. It wasn't Darien, since the man's voice seemed softer than that. Who the hell was it?
"Who are you?" His vision was slowly beginning to return, and the features he could make out weren't very recognizeable. The only thing that seemed vaguely familiar were the twin blurs of emerald. However, no. It certainly couldn't be him. There was no chance that such a thing could be possible. Maybe it was just Turouwa, a side he'd not usually seen since they'd never really been alone? How'd that explain the facial features? Well, compassion did change one's appearance, didn't it?
It wasn't Turouwa, though. The boy lacked the protruding bangs that the latin had grown so famous for. His hair was more like Heero's. It was thinner, yet nearly the same shade as his own. Duo couldn't help but swear that it looked like Solo. His skin was gently tanned, preserving its velveteen touch as it had even when they lived on the streets. It wasn't Solo, though! It just couldn't be Solo! He was dead. Duo himself had been there, he'd held him as he passed, pleading him to stay, begging him to take the medicine. He didn't though. Yes, and then it came, "I'm Solo.."
The name ran through his spine, chased by the chill of fear, if you could really call it that. "No!" There wasn't much to think about. It was a known fact that Solo was dead. It was also a widespread fact that you can't just come back from the dead, as though you just woke up from a long nap. "Quit playing with me! Solo died years ago, in my arms! There is no way he could possibly be alive! Kill me, whatever you were sent to do, just get it over with and quit tormenting me!"
He'd grown quite furious in those few moments. This was going way too far to take him out of battle. Duo began to test each limb, testing each muscle to make certain they could function properly. Next, he lifted each from the bed, finding that he'd not been binded to the bed for some reason. He didn't really believe it meant anything though. All he truly believed at this moment was that he needed to get out of this place before anything else could happen.
As much as he tried, he couldn't shut out the voice of the man pleading that he lay back down so that Duo might listen, and come to accept a truth he feared to reason with. He gave in to the driving forces of his own mind, the entity whom felt so familiar, and even his own body condition. For it seemed the adrenaline that had came to him in those short moments had a negative effect. Yes, his mind was blacking out yet again. His sight was leaving him, and all he could do was grope at the air until he fell into unconciousness once more.
It was two, perhaps three hours before any remote hint of conciousness returned to Shinigami's form. At first he felt nothing, and all he saw was darkness. Soon, a weakness began to settle into him. Heat began to overcome him as his mind was slowly beginning to learn of thesurrounding conditions. There was no light for his eyes to adjust to, but complete and utter darkness. To him, that was absolutely wonderful. It would take his eyes moments to adjust to the night, but it would not cause as much pain as sudden sunlight would have.
Though he did not see the other boy, he knew that the one claiming Solo was around there. That is, after he managed to knock the grogginess away from himself. Once he had managed to gain some form of sight, he lifted his head away from the bed. However, he performed the act more carefully than he had the last time. It seemed he didn't have enough sight to find the other though, since it was Solo's voice that reached him before he managed to spot the youth.
"Finally awake, eh? Sure have grown lazy, kid." Duo didn't even have to look to know there was some kind of smirk playing across the boy's face. The same questions returned to him before of both: how and why? Oh yeah, and one could not forget the doubt that played in his mind. He had begun to test his voice by clearing his throat, but was immediately silenced by the one he had finally spotted. Sadly, he still could not make out the details of the other. "I know. I'm gettin' to it. Think y'can sit still this time? Don't need you passin' out again on me."
"Fine." Though a bit cracked from the weakness he still felt, he found his voice quite easily. Holding to the promise, for now, he let his body relax more into the bed. Only then did he become aware of a rather itchy bandage wrapped around his midsection. Lord knows how Darien managed to miss any vital region, considering there were so many to be found. That was always Duo's luck, though. Never could get what it was he wanted. Death had been it, and he was denied. What else was new?
"How? A cop found me. When he chased you off, as he later told me, he gave me some of the meds. Guess I was stronger than I thought." A light shrug of the shoulders was given, before the man had begun to lift from the wooden chair. Solo's body had become quite cramped in the three hours he had been waiting for Duo to rouse again. He didn't dare leave the other alone. Wait, he did leave earlier on. That was to bury Darien. Grief was given as he looked over Duo. While he was saddened at the loss, it upset him even deeper the path Darien had taken. Such emotions combined only caused a single tear to be given. Nothing more.
"He raised me after a few.. quarrels. From then on things were fine and peachy.. 'til he was killed anyways. Damn war." The boy's head seemed to dip lower as his body turned. Closer and closer he was approaching the window, more and more finding his way into the light of the moon. Duo was finally given his chance, and he fully basked himself in the ability to have a moment in order to regognize the figure. Though his eyes were somewhat hidden in the moment of grief over an obviously lost father- figure, he could make out some the features present in himself. He almost completely resembled Darien in the way he maintained himself, or was it Darien that resembled Solo? He seemed lighter in spirit though, not even the cold self he had been back on the streets.
"Then why.. did you wait so long.."
"To find you?" Both cutting him off, and helping him to complete the thought, Solo did manage a light smirk. With hands clasped softly behind his back, he turned more to face the moon and the stars surrounding dear Luna. "How could I? You guys are all over the news, yet you always hide and cover your tracks. So, I found a major base, and waited for you to come to me. I was finally granted my wish when I saw Darien and yourself last night. Though it was painful to watch, I allowed things to take their course."
"Fine. Now cover the doubt." Though Duo was sure that was probably next, it was the last thing on his list. His heart was growing far too hopeful, but he tried to keep a straight face. Somehow he doubted the possibility the boy was lieing. Then again, Darien had done a pretty good job of getting to him as well. Perhaps this one was another? Perhaps, considering the similar features, they were part of the same clan? Maybe Darien wasn't dead, but had gone off now that this Solo was there? A clever plan indeed. Or so Duo believed until Solo was allowed to finish his speech.
"A few days before the plague struck, a cop chased us into a park. We ducked into a bush to hide and wait him out." Duo knew, even before he began to finish the event Solo was referring to. It was the one moment where the two were alone. It was the first moment he'd ever been happy. He broke his promise. Though his midsection protested it, he lifted himself up from the mattress. Solo didn't seem to appreciate it too much, but Duo was standing before he could protest. It became quite obvious there was a wooden floor to this place when the sound of boots echoed through the small room of the figure moving across the floor.
"We kissed. No one ever knew about it but us. We layed there until night came, closer than we ever had. I smiled the first time in a long time. I don't know how many kisses we shared before we left that bush, only that each seemed to draw us closer." Without truly knowing why, or by what power, Solo had lifted his arms so that they may encircle the youth. Duo had winced before Solo recollected the fact that Shinigami was indeed injured.
It was noted that his braid had come undone at some point. If he had taken the time to notice, he'd know that it had been brushed out as well. He felt merely the wind through it now from the open window, forcing the strands to lift and to spread further out around him. Within time, those strands had come to encircle Solo as much as Duo's arms had. His were higher though, surrounding the youth's neck and relaxing into each of his shoulders.
"We've been given.. one more chance Duo.. please.. let's take advantage of it..?" Maxwell made no form of rebuke to the other, no response, but only gave his acceptance of what was amazingly real. With a gentle ease, Duo allowed his body to begin relaxing into the encompassing arms of the other. With a warmed heart, his body stretched upwards against the older boy so that their lips may embrace one another in a soft, sweetly doting kiss that would lead so many more.