I wasn't planning on writing a second chapter to this, but after a short, yet interesting debate with The Tesseract Seraph, she gave me an interesting idea. (by the way, I give her full and total credit for the idea, which was awesome) and I want to write it.
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as always, i don't own any of these characters unless otherwise stated. i'm not making any money off the fic, either. hell, not even the IDEA was mine!
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Gaignun was vaguely aware that the ships traveling velocity had come to a complete standstill. He knew he must have hit something, or been picked up. A familiar voice reached out to him from the depths of his mind.
"YOU IDIOT! How could you DO that to me?! They've found a cure, you idiot! Stupid head! They've got a cure! You're not going to die!" Jr's voice was anxious, almost angry, yet heavenly to Gaignun. It was the first real thing he'd experienced since leaving his young lover. Hell, by that time, he wasn't even sure if Jr existed. He seemed to be just shards of memory, fragments of dreams.
Gaignun smiled at him, nonetheless. "I...I'm glad. I love you, you know. Now...I'm tired...I'm sorry....." he closed his eyes, his breathing becoming softer.
He thought he felt someone curl up beside him, but it could have been his imagination. He smiled again, happily. He was going to be okay.
With that contented thought, the Director of the Kukai Foundation breathed his last breath into the icy cabin, hurtling through the deep recesses of space, despite the lack of engines. The speed at which the ship had been traveling kept it going long after its power source failed. The heroic rescue, the cure, Jr's love...It was all a fever induced nightmare. Not that Gaignun truly cared. By the time he reached that point, he was fully glad of any comfort, no matter how small.
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When the durandal finally tracked it down, the small ship had been winding down, decreasing in speed. The rescue team knew immediately that there were no signs of life from the tiny vessel. A group went in to assess the damage, and came out carrying the body on a board, covered with a bloody sheet. Jr was confined to his room. No one wanted him to see the director the in the condition he was in.
Jr recieved the news from Shelley, but upon finding his door locked, could do no more than scream and cry. It wasn't fair. He'd worked SO hard to find him, to find a cure...To find him already dead was the final blow. In a daze, he took a kitchen knife from the small kitchenette in his quarters. He barely felt the sting of the blade as it bit into his wrists and arms. As though it weren't enough, he turned the blade inward, and thrust it through his abdomen.
Weak from blood loss, he recorded a message of his own to Mary and Shelley. When the machine cut off, he lay on his bed, his life force leaking out from the self inflicted wounds. Surprisingly, there was no pain. Gaignun's death had numbed him to his core. The longer he lay there, the lighter he felt. The room seemed to sway and melt away. In the stark whiteness of the room he now found himself in, a splotch of color attracted his eyes.
"Nigredo!" The small, black-haired U.R.T.V looked up, smiling.
"I've been waiting for you, Rubedo." He reached out his hand and took Jr's. "Come on. Let's go!" A small cat loped along at their feet as they ran as fast as they could towards nowhere. Rubedo looked at Nigredo at the precise moment Nigredo turned to look at him. They smiled.
I love you.
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that sucked even more than the first ending did! it abducted me though. About halfway through (about when i wrote that the rescue was all just a dream Gaignun had) i was kidnapped and held hostage by the story, which then proceeded to write itself. I'm sorry if it sounded crappy. Love it? Hate it? Review it!
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as always, i don't own any of these characters unless otherwise stated. i'm not making any money off the fic, either. hell, not even the IDEA was mine!
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Gaignun was vaguely aware that the ships traveling velocity had come to a complete standstill. He knew he must have hit something, or been picked up. A familiar voice reached out to him from the depths of his mind.
"YOU IDIOT! How could you DO that to me?! They've found a cure, you idiot! Stupid head! They've got a cure! You're not going to die!" Jr's voice was anxious, almost angry, yet heavenly to Gaignun. It was the first real thing he'd experienced since leaving his young lover. Hell, by that time, he wasn't even sure if Jr existed. He seemed to be just shards of memory, fragments of dreams.
Gaignun smiled at him, nonetheless. "I...I'm glad. I love you, you know. Now...I'm tired...I'm sorry....." he closed his eyes, his breathing becoming softer.
He thought he felt someone curl up beside him, but it could have been his imagination. He smiled again, happily. He was going to be okay.
With that contented thought, the Director of the Kukai Foundation breathed his last breath into the icy cabin, hurtling through the deep recesses of space, despite the lack of engines. The speed at which the ship had been traveling kept it going long after its power source failed. The heroic rescue, the cure, Jr's love...It was all a fever induced nightmare. Not that Gaignun truly cared. By the time he reached that point, he was fully glad of any comfort, no matter how small.
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When the durandal finally tracked it down, the small ship had been winding down, decreasing in speed. The rescue team knew immediately that there were no signs of life from the tiny vessel. A group went in to assess the damage, and came out carrying the body on a board, covered with a bloody sheet. Jr was confined to his room. No one wanted him to see the director the in the condition he was in.
Jr recieved the news from Shelley, but upon finding his door locked, could do no more than scream and cry. It wasn't fair. He'd worked SO hard to find him, to find a cure...To find him already dead was the final blow. In a daze, he took a kitchen knife from the small kitchenette in his quarters. He barely felt the sting of the blade as it bit into his wrists and arms. As though it weren't enough, he turned the blade inward, and thrust it through his abdomen.
Weak from blood loss, he recorded a message of his own to Mary and Shelley. When the machine cut off, he lay on his bed, his life force leaking out from the self inflicted wounds. Surprisingly, there was no pain. Gaignun's death had numbed him to his core. The longer he lay there, the lighter he felt. The room seemed to sway and melt away. In the stark whiteness of the room he now found himself in, a splotch of color attracted his eyes.
"Nigredo!" The small, black-haired U.R.T.V looked up, smiling.
"I've been waiting for you, Rubedo." He reached out his hand and took Jr's. "Come on. Let's go!" A small cat loped along at their feet as they ran as fast as they could towards nowhere. Rubedo looked at Nigredo at the precise moment Nigredo turned to look at him. They smiled.
I love you.
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that sucked even more than the first ending did! it abducted me though. About halfway through (about when i wrote that the rescue was all just a dream Gaignun had) i was kidnapped and held hostage by the story, which then proceeded to write itself. I'm sorry if it sounded crappy. Love it? Hate it? Review it!