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fun and we are in desperate need of characters. Ok enough babbling, onto
the chapter!)
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Somewhere between Heaven and Hell
~Ch 4: Soul~
Heero stirred from his painful slumber. All of his limbs ached from being cramped in a little ball in the corner all night. Heero stretched out his legs, cracking his knees and ankles. He repeated the same process with his arms and neck. Finally he stood up and cracked his back and stretched his wings. Heero wiped at his face on to pull back his hand and find that it was damp with tears. His tears. He roughly scraped over his face with his hand trying to wipe any the tracks of wetness off his face, to clear all evidence of him crying.
'How could I have let my guard down so much that it left me crying?' Heero mentally scolded himself.
Heero was brought out of his thought by the sounds of Trowa moaning in pain. Heero walked over to where the bed where Trowa was laying. He looked Trowa over, his eyes stopped at Trowa's right arm which was bleeding at the site where the bone had punctured the skin. He also noticed on his hand where one of the demons had sliced it up with one of their razor sharp claws. Heero reached down and gently undid the wrapping around his arms. He looked around to find something to replace it with. Walking over to the corner he picked up one of his old torn up shirts. Grabbing the fabric on both sides he tore the material into two separate strips. He walked back over to where Trowa lay and picked up his arm, gently wrapping the fabric around his wounds. After completing the task Heero picked up the crimson stained cloth and tossed it into the corner. He then picked the bandage off of his hand and set it of to the side. Picking up Trowa's hand Heero gently wrapped over the deep gashes and cuts. Heero set Trowa's hand down and grabbed the blood stained cloth off the bed and stared at it. He gently rubbed the course fabric between his fingers, running his thumb over the blood. He slowly brought his fingers up to his face, admiring his crimson hands.
"His blood..." Heero ran his claw over the back of his hand then, unwillingly he pressed down hard drawing a long line blood. He grabbed the cloth in his hand hard making the blood pour faster from his hand. It ran off and stained the cloth just like Trowa's blood had. Heero looked down at the two blood stains next to each other.
"His blood...is even purer than mine..." sure enough Trowa's blood was a bright red, while his own was dark red, almost black.
"Damnit!" Heero threw the cloth down on the floor and stormed out of the house. He fell to his knees, wrapped his arms around himself and began to cry.
"I love him! I love him!" Heero rocked back and forth on his knees repeating 'I love him' over and over again like a mantra. After what seemed like hours Heero's crying finally subdued into sniffs. He wiped his hand over his face again, he felt a little better, but there was still that pain, the pain of rejection.
'What will happen when he finds out how I feel? He hates me enough already...' before the thought made him cry again he dismissed it, he would just never tell him his feelings. 'Yes, that is what I shall do. Never speak a word of this.'
Heero stood up and dried his face one last time. He turned around and walked back inside, when he arrived he saw Trowa sitting up looking at him with his one visible eye.
"Why did you save me again?" Trowa asked his voice a bit raspy and uneven.
Heero glared above Trowa's head.
"Because, I don't need my property getting damaged; especially after I just received it." Heero gave a small smirk and walked over to the corner to start moving things around. Crouching down he began rummaging.
"Why am I not surprised," Trowa responded rolling his eyes. "I could slap myself for even thinking you actually cared." Heero winced slightly at this remark. He looked up at the wall glaring at it as if it had done something offensive to him.
'Trowa...if you only knew. You would just hate me even more.' Trowa looked at Heero's stilled form, slightly tilting his head to one side.
"You seem awfully quiet Heero, no rude insults or facetious remarks?" Trowa looked at Heero in pity as he saw him hang his head. 'I'll bet he does care...he just doesn't know how to show it.'
Heero let out a deep sigh and fell on his behind out of his crouching position; folding his wings tightly against his back.
"Heero, what is the matter with you? You are supposed to be yelling at me, telling me how worthless I am." Trowa demanded hoping to get Heero to say something to him.
Heero squeezed his eyes shut and covered his face with his hands. Trowa was right, he was a horrible person. Why? Why must he be stuck with someone so fucking pure. Slowly he could feel his mental shield being stripped away; any moment he would break.
"Heero! Are you even listening to me?!"
The cards were now set, they just needed to be played. Heero had that right hand.
"Heero!"
The deck was slammed on the table and the walls were shattered. Heero finally gave in.
"For Christ sakes!" Heero jumped up facing Trowa. "You want to know? Well I will tell you! My problem is you! You being so goddamned pure and perfect. I wanted to be you! I want you, but I couldn't tell you because you hate me already." Hot tears made their way down Heero's cheeks and dropped silently to the floor. "All you would do is trample on me and use it as a soft spot. But now I can't hold it in anymore! I want you! Your spirit, soul, mind and body! I want it all for me...everything."
Heero stood shaking after the storm blew itself out, tears still running down his face. For the first time in 300 years Heero was now open and vulnerable. For the first time he was ready for feeling and love. Trowa was in shock, no one had ever expressed their feelings to him that was before. He was right, Heero did care, and he was crying...Trowa too pity.
"Heero, don't be afraid of me. I will not tear your feelings up and trample on you..." Trowa slowly slid to the side to the bed and placed his feet on the floor. He gritted his teeth in pain and slowly he pulled himself up. Heero stood misty eyed as he watched Trowa walk slowly over to where he stood. Trowa gently reached his hand out and cupped Heero's face. Trowa's eyes softened trying to tell Heero with his heart he would not harm him.
"Don't be afraid of me Heero, I understand why you did what you did. There is good in everyone, and you have it too." Trowa wiped his thumb over Heero's cheek to clean his tears away.
"Yes, save me...purify me, show me love." Heero tilted his head up and stood up on his toes. He was so close; he could feel Trowa's breath fanning across his lips. Trowa leaned forward and met his lips gently. It was a wonderful feeling, so simple yet, so caring. Just the one touch. Heero was the first to pull back. He looked over Trowa's face, memorizing every detail. Heero gave a small smile, one in which Trowa returned. Leaning down Trowa set his lips to Heero's once again, one hand slowly making its was around Heero's neck, the other settling itself on his waist. Heero looped both arms around Trowa's neck. The kiss deepened with every passing second; slowly becoming more and more passionate. Heero's tongue traced Trowa's lips, his call was answered when Trowa opened his mouth to let Heero inside. Trowa tangled his once hand in Heero's hair while the other slowly made its way to Heero's behind. Heero gasped slightly but he did not seem to mind as the kiss continued. After they nearly suffocated each other, Trowa pulled back first this time; breathing heavier and irregular.
"Trowa..." Heero panted as he pulled back from Trowa
"Heero? What's wrong?" Trowa asked as Heero continued to back away.
"Trowa, run away. You don't need to stay here anymore." Heero turned to a drawer and opened it. He pulled out a glowing orb and held it out to Trowa.
"My...soul,"
"Yes, take it, run away and be happy again," Heero said quietly
Trowa stuck out a shaky hand and touched the small orb. A sudden rush of warmth flowed through his veins.
"It's so warm," Trowa whispered as he took the ball of light with both hands. Trowa was engulfed with light and Heero had to back up shading his eyes. The black leather on his wings cracked and small white feathers peeked out. His cloths slowly turned pure white and his eyes turned bright green. The rest of the black broke off leaving his bright feather wings free again.
Trowa lunged forward and hugged Heero in a tight embrace, warm tears made tracks down his face.
"Heero! Don't worry. By all that is me, I will save you. You will see the light again."
"Trowa..."
"No, tomorrow, tomorrow you will be free again on this I swear."
Heero kissed him, and for once, he believed.
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Somewhere between Heaven and Hell
~Ch 4: Soul~
Heero stirred from his painful slumber. All of his limbs ached from being cramped in a little ball in the corner all night. Heero stretched out his legs, cracking his knees and ankles. He repeated the same process with his arms and neck. Finally he stood up and cracked his back and stretched his wings. Heero wiped at his face on to pull back his hand and find that it was damp with tears. His tears. He roughly scraped over his face with his hand trying to wipe any the tracks of wetness off his face, to clear all evidence of him crying.
'How could I have let my guard down so much that it left me crying?' Heero mentally scolded himself.
Heero was brought out of his thought by the sounds of Trowa moaning in pain. Heero walked over to where the bed where Trowa was laying. He looked Trowa over, his eyes stopped at Trowa's right arm which was bleeding at the site where the bone had punctured the skin. He also noticed on his hand where one of the demons had sliced it up with one of their razor sharp claws. Heero reached down and gently undid the wrapping around his arms. He looked around to find something to replace it with. Walking over to the corner he picked up one of his old torn up shirts. Grabbing the fabric on both sides he tore the material into two separate strips. He walked back over to where Trowa lay and picked up his arm, gently wrapping the fabric around his wounds. After completing the task Heero picked up the crimson stained cloth and tossed it into the corner. He then picked the bandage off of his hand and set it of to the side. Picking up Trowa's hand Heero gently wrapped over the deep gashes and cuts. Heero set Trowa's hand down and grabbed the blood stained cloth off the bed and stared at it. He gently rubbed the course fabric between his fingers, running his thumb over the blood. He slowly brought his fingers up to his face, admiring his crimson hands.
"His blood..." Heero ran his claw over the back of his hand then, unwillingly he pressed down hard drawing a long line blood. He grabbed the cloth in his hand hard making the blood pour faster from his hand. It ran off and stained the cloth just like Trowa's blood had. Heero looked down at the two blood stains next to each other.
"His blood...is even purer than mine..." sure enough Trowa's blood was a bright red, while his own was dark red, almost black.
"Damnit!" Heero threw the cloth down on the floor and stormed out of the house. He fell to his knees, wrapped his arms around himself and began to cry.
"I love him! I love him!" Heero rocked back and forth on his knees repeating 'I love him' over and over again like a mantra. After what seemed like hours Heero's crying finally subdued into sniffs. He wiped his hand over his face again, he felt a little better, but there was still that pain, the pain of rejection.
'What will happen when he finds out how I feel? He hates me enough already...' before the thought made him cry again he dismissed it, he would just never tell him his feelings. 'Yes, that is what I shall do. Never speak a word of this.'
Heero stood up and dried his face one last time. He turned around and walked back inside, when he arrived he saw Trowa sitting up looking at him with his one visible eye.
"Why did you save me again?" Trowa asked his voice a bit raspy and uneven.
Heero glared above Trowa's head.
"Because, I don't need my property getting damaged; especially after I just received it." Heero gave a small smirk and walked over to the corner to start moving things around. Crouching down he began rummaging.
"Why am I not surprised," Trowa responded rolling his eyes. "I could slap myself for even thinking you actually cared." Heero winced slightly at this remark. He looked up at the wall glaring at it as if it had done something offensive to him.
'Trowa...if you only knew. You would just hate me even more.' Trowa looked at Heero's stilled form, slightly tilting his head to one side.
"You seem awfully quiet Heero, no rude insults or facetious remarks?" Trowa looked at Heero in pity as he saw him hang his head. 'I'll bet he does care...he just doesn't know how to show it.'
Heero let out a deep sigh and fell on his behind out of his crouching position; folding his wings tightly against his back.
"Heero, what is the matter with you? You are supposed to be yelling at me, telling me how worthless I am." Trowa demanded hoping to get Heero to say something to him.
Heero squeezed his eyes shut and covered his face with his hands. Trowa was right, he was a horrible person. Why? Why must he be stuck with someone so fucking pure. Slowly he could feel his mental shield being stripped away; any moment he would break.
"Heero! Are you even listening to me?!"
The cards were now set, they just needed to be played. Heero had that right hand.
"Heero!"
The deck was slammed on the table and the walls were shattered. Heero finally gave in.
"For Christ sakes!" Heero jumped up facing Trowa. "You want to know? Well I will tell you! My problem is you! You being so goddamned pure and perfect. I wanted to be you! I want you, but I couldn't tell you because you hate me already." Hot tears made their way down Heero's cheeks and dropped silently to the floor. "All you would do is trample on me and use it as a soft spot. But now I can't hold it in anymore! I want you! Your spirit, soul, mind and body! I want it all for me...everything."
Heero stood shaking after the storm blew itself out, tears still running down his face. For the first time in 300 years Heero was now open and vulnerable. For the first time he was ready for feeling and love. Trowa was in shock, no one had ever expressed their feelings to him that was before. He was right, Heero did care, and he was crying...Trowa too pity.
"Heero, don't be afraid of me. I will not tear your feelings up and trample on you..." Trowa slowly slid to the side to the bed and placed his feet on the floor. He gritted his teeth in pain and slowly he pulled himself up. Heero stood misty eyed as he watched Trowa walk slowly over to where he stood. Trowa gently reached his hand out and cupped Heero's face. Trowa's eyes softened trying to tell Heero with his heart he would not harm him.
"Don't be afraid of me Heero, I understand why you did what you did. There is good in everyone, and you have it too." Trowa wiped his thumb over Heero's cheek to clean his tears away.
"Yes, save me...purify me, show me love." Heero tilted his head up and stood up on his toes. He was so close; he could feel Trowa's breath fanning across his lips. Trowa leaned forward and met his lips gently. It was a wonderful feeling, so simple yet, so caring. Just the one touch. Heero was the first to pull back. He looked over Trowa's face, memorizing every detail. Heero gave a small smile, one in which Trowa returned. Leaning down Trowa set his lips to Heero's once again, one hand slowly making its was around Heero's neck, the other settling itself on his waist. Heero looped both arms around Trowa's neck. The kiss deepened with every passing second; slowly becoming more and more passionate. Heero's tongue traced Trowa's lips, his call was answered when Trowa opened his mouth to let Heero inside. Trowa tangled his once hand in Heero's hair while the other slowly made its way to Heero's behind. Heero gasped slightly but he did not seem to mind as the kiss continued. After they nearly suffocated each other, Trowa pulled back first this time; breathing heavier and irregular.
"Trowa..." Heero panted as he pulled back from Trowa
"Heero? What's wrong?" Trowa asked as Heero continued to back away.
"Trowa, run away. You don't need to stay here anymore." Heero turned to a drawer and opened it. He pulled out a glowing orb and held it out to Trowa.
"My...soul,"
"Yes, take it, run away and be happy again," Heero said quietly
Trowa stuck out a shaky hand and touched the small orb. A sudden rush of warmth flowed through his veins.
"It's so warm," Trowa whispered as he took the ball of light with both hands. Trowa was engulfed with light and Heero had to back up shading his eyes. The black leather on his wings cracked and small white feathers peeked out. His cloths slowly turned pure white and his eyes turned bright green. The rest of the black broke off leaving his bright feather wings free again.
Trowa lunged forward and hugged Heero in a tight embrace, warm tears made tracks down his face.
"Heero! Don't worry. By all that is me, I will save you. You will see the light again."
"Trowa..."
"No, tomorrow, tomorrow you will be free again on this I swear."
Heero kissed him, and for once, he believed.