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Alright, chapter eight is successfully up people! Enjoy * runs out of the room sobbing *
Oh and all of you who were threatinging me about Duo * looks guilty * I cant tell you anything, but just keep reading, I mean... the next chapter when its up.
Heero stopped talking.
"Sir? Excuse me Sir are you still there?" the emergency operator continued. "Sir? Hello?"
Then it echoed through the hall again. A scream, Duo's scream. "Get HERE FAST!" he slammed the phone down and ran towards the cries of desperation. His first encounter with a security guard ended fast. The second man was smart enough to pull out his gun as were the other four. They shot and missed. Heero however also had a gun and quickly made use of it. 'Five down' he thought.
The young man tore off his shirt while running and managed to bandage his wounds. It wasn't very good, but at least the bleeding had stopped. He burst through the first door and cautiously entered Duo's cell. It was then he saw the metal come in contact with his lover's head. He saw the blood stream out, he saw the jagged cut, he SAW everything. And he shot.
Karasu turned around. Startled at the noise. A faint "Heero" could be made out before he crumpled to the ground, bullet in his heart, in more ways than one.
Heero looked at Duo and his face showed emotion beyond belief. He fired the last rounds into his enemy's back. Absorbing the dull thudding noise every time a piece of carved copper hit flesh. He smiled maniacally and then looking down at the marred body before him was too much. "Duo." He fell forward into the dark just as the ambulance arrived.
"Duo love?" the chestnut haired boy could hear a voice. He could feel a hand on his. That voice. So soft. So rich. So astoundingly familiar. Who did it belong to? He tried to sit up. He tried and failed. He couldn't move. He tried to scream he tried to cry but nothing came out. His lips were frozen in an all too stone like line. "Please, please say something." That person was pleading desperately.
'I'm trying! I'm trying!' but his screams never left his head.
Heero sat by the hospital bed, tears streaming down his cheeks. His wounds had been bandaged up and he had forgotten them. "Oh God Duo! Don't leave me like this WAKE UP... wake up, god please just wake up." He laid his head on the smaller boys chest. "Don't leave me like this." He whispered before falling asleep.
That was how it went every day. Heero never left the hospital, he ate when the nurse kindly offered him food and he stayed lovingly by Duo's side. The doctor had once tried to tell Heero to leave, that didn't settle to well. Finally seeing the young mans determination the doctors transferred Duo to a different room one with a larger bed. Heero slept beside Duo each night and curled up in a chair beside the bed each day.
On one such day three others visited the long-haired boy. He couldn't see them, couldn't talk to them, but he could hear them.
"Duo? Can you hear us?" a feminine yet masculine voice asked tentatively.
"We miss you." Another added. This one was deeper and thick and rich. For some reason a very handsome green-eyed dark haired boy came to the hospitalized gundams mind. He thought it absurd.
"Yeah. Get well soon." This voice had a slight accent that couldn't be placed. He heard the four discussing some things before the more feminine said they should be going. With a few solemn good byes and some unseen nods the 'faceless' men left Heero to be alone once again with his love.
**** Two Months Later ****
"Duo? Duo if you can hear me..." the voice cracked. "If you can hear me, the doctor says that-that you aren't going to come back. H-He, the bastard wants to cut your life off. He says its pointless." The man beside the bed was sobbing now. "God PLEASE wake up! He-I-THEY CAN'T take you off life support." He gripped the boy's hand tighter. "PLEASE! P-PLEASE WAKE UP!"
Heero reached forward and kissed the young mans forehead like he had done so many times in the hospital. "Duo. Wake up. Duo. Wake Up. Duo..." He slumped forward in exhaustion. Tomorrow. Tomorrow they would pull the plug. One more day and he could do nothing about it.
Beep Beep Beep.
Quatre, Trowa and Wufei all showed up at Duo's bedside that day. The day he was scheduled to die, lest he recover and breathe air on his own. The doctors made it abundantly clear how much of a miracle that would be. Trowa held a sobbing Quatre in his arms and the Chinese pilot held Heero in his arms for fear he might rip apart the doctors. Heero bawled. It shocked everyone into reality and they all held their breath. The doctor leaned across the bed and reached for the cord.
Beep Beep Beep
Duo knew what was going on. The doctors had given up on him. It was true, he hadn't been able to move, hadn't been able to do ANYTHING. In his mind they were making the right choice. But somewhere deep in his heart he felt that boy's words tug. And he knew somehow he would try to stay alive for him.
Beep Beep Beep
"Ready everyone?" Heero ignored the nurse, Wufei glared angrily and Quatre whimpered feverishly while Trowa Barton let tears fall down his normally impassive face. "No." the tall man hissed, "Of course were not ready." Trowa shut his mouth and buried his face in a silky mass of blonde hair. The nurse nodded and the white wire was pulled.
Duo wanted to scream. It was like life was being sucked from his very soul. The air was gone and he began to feel dizzy. That boy, that man. His friends.
BeepBeep Beep BeepBipBipBipBip. The monitor sang to a tune all its own.
"I'm sorry" The doctor said gravely. "We've lost him."
Heero tore across the room and cradled the limp form in his arms. He screamed "DUO!" And he hoped beyond hope that he would soon hear a heartbeat, a breath.
But all that could be heard was the strangled sobs of the others who had lost a friend.
Alright, chapter eight is successfully up people! Enjoy * runs out of the room sobbing *
Oh and all of you who were threatinging me about Duo * looks guilty * I cant tell you anything, but just keep reading, I mean... the next chapter when its up.
Heero stopped talking.
"Sir? Excuse me Sir are you still there?" the emergency operator continued. "Sir? Hello?"
Then it echoed through the hall again. A scream, Duo's scream. "Get HERE FAST!" he slammed the phone down and ran towards the cries of desperation. His first encounter with a security guard ended fast. The second man was smart enough to pull out his gun as were the other four. They shot and missed. Heero however also had a gun and quickly made use of it. 'Five down' he thought.
The young man tore off his shirt while running and managed to bandage his wounds. It wasn't very good, but at least the bleeding had stopped. He burst through the first door and cautiously entered Duo's cell. It was then he saw the metal come in contact with his lover's head. He saw the blood stream out, he saw the jagged cut, he SAW everything. And he shot.
Karasu turned around. Startled at the noise. A faint "Heero" could be made out before he crumpled to the ground, bullet in his heart, in more ways than one.
Heero looked at Duo and his face showed emotion beyond belief. He fired the last rounds into his enemy's back. Absorbing the dull thudding noise every time a piece of carved copper hit flesh. He smiled maniacally and then looking down at the marred body before him was too much. "Duo." He fell forward into the dark just as the ambulance arrived.
"Duo love?" the chestnut haired boy could hear a voice. He could feel a hand on his. That voice. So soft. So rich. So astoundingly familiar. Who did it belong to? He tried to sit up. He tried and failed. He couldn't move. He tried to scream he tried to cry but nothing came out. His lips were frozen in an all too stone like line. "Please, please say something." That person was pleading desperately.
'I'm trying! I'm trying!' but his screams never left his head.
Heero sat by the hospital bed, tears streaming down his cheeks. His wounds had been bandaged up and he had forgotten them. "Oh God Duo! Don't leave me like this WAKE UP... wake up, god please just wake up." He laid his head on the smaller boys chest. "Don't leave me like this." He whispered before falling asleep.
That was how it went every day. Heero never left the hospital, he ate when the nurse kindly offered him food and he stayed lovingly by Duo's side. The doctor had once tried to tell Heero to leave, that didn't settle to well. Finally seeing the young mans determination the doctors transferred Duo to a different room one with a larger bed. Heero slept beside Duo each night and curled up in a chair beside the bed each day.
On one such day three others visited the long-haired boy. He couldn't see them, couldn't talk to them, but he could hear them.
"Duo? Can you hear us?" a feminine yet masculine voice asked tentatively.
"We miss you." Another added. This one was deeper and thick and rich. For some reason a very handsome green-eyed dark haired boy came to the hospitalized gundams mind. He thought it absurd.
"Yeah. Get well soon." This voice had a slight accent that couldn't be placed. He heard the four discussing some things before the more feminine said they should be going. With a few solemn good byes and some unseen nods the 'faceless' men left Heero to be alone once again with his love.
**** Two Months Later ****
"Duo? Duo if you can hear me..." the voice cracked. "If you can hear me, the doctor says that-that you aren't going to come back. H-He, the bastard wants to cut your life off. He says its pointless." The man beside the bed was sobbing now. "God PLEASE wake up! He-I-THEY CAN'T take you off life support." He gripped the boy's hand tighter. "PLEASE! P-PLEASE WAKE UP!"
Heero reached forward and kissed the young mans forehead like he had done so many times in the hospital. "Duo. Wake up. Duo. Wake Up. Duo..." He slumped forward in exhaustion. Tomorrow. Tomorrow they would pull the plug. One more day and he could do nothing about it.
Beep Beep Beep.
Quatre, Trowa and Wufei all showed up at Duo's bedside that day. The day he was scheduled to die, lest he recover and breathe air on his own. The doctors made it abundantly clear how much of a miracle that would be. Trowa held a sobbing Quatre in his arms and the Chinese pilot held Heero in his arms for fear he might rip apart the doctors. Heero bawled. It shocked everyone into reality and they all held their breath. The doctor leaned across the bed and reached for the cord.
Beep Beep Beep
Duo knew what was going on. The doctors had given up on him. It was true, he hadn't been able to move, hadn't been able to do ANYTHING. In his mind they were making the right choice. But somewhere deep in his heart he felt that boy's words tug. And he knew somehow he would try to stay alive for him.
Beep Beep Beep
"Ready everyone?" Heero ignored the nurse, Wufei glared angrily and Quatre whimpered feverishly while Trowa Barton let tears fall down his normally impassive face. "No." the tall man hissed, "Of course were not ready." Trowa shut his mouth and buried his face in a silky mass of blonde hair. The nurse nodded and the white wire was pulled.
Duo wanted to scream. It was like life was being sucked from his very soul. The air was gone and he began to feel dizzy. That boy, that man. His friends.
BeepBeep Beep BeepBipBipBipBip. The monitor sang to a tune all its own.
"I'm sorry" The doctor said gravely. "We've lost him."
Heero tore across the room and cradled the limp form in his arms. He screamed "DUO!" And he hoped beyond hope that he would soon hear a heartbeat, a breath.
But all that could be heard was the strangled sobs of the others who had lost a friend.