With You
Disclaimer: Still don't own them.
A/N: I'm really sorry for disappearing for several months. (4 months to be exact.) I have a lot of excuses, but I'm not going to bother.
Chapter 3
Hot tears poured down my face as I stood in the shower. Heero was dead and it was all my fault. Today was his funeral. It was hard to believe that it was a week since he had killed himself. I washed my long hair and turned off the shower after I was done. Carefully, I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my thin body. Needless to say, my appetite hadn't been the best in the world since Heero died. I was just never hungry. I think the others were starting to worry about me even though they didn't say anything to me. They saw how thin I was getting. They knew that I was never hungry. I could see the worry in their eyes, at least in the eyes of Wu-Fei and Quatre. Trowa was still an enigma. I could never figure that guy out.
I wrung the water out of my hair and dried off. Then I dressed sadly, knowing that today was the day that my best friend and my love was going to be buried in the ground forever. To be able to sit through his funeral was going to be the hardest thing I'd ever have to do. I blow dried my hair and left it unbraided.
"Maxwell! Hurry up in there! Other people have to shower you know," Wu-Fei said irritably, pounding on the door.
"All right, I'm coming," I said. I unlocked the door and opened the door, unsure of if I really wanted to leave the bathroom. I stepped out and heard Wu-Fei gasp softly as he saw me. I felt myself blush, but didn't say a word as I walked past him. He went into the bathroom and shut the door. A couple minutes later, I heard the shower running as I went down the stairs. I was not surprised to see that Quatre and Trowa were already there. Quatre had a cup of tea in front of him, Trowa a coffee. They were quietly talking although they stopped when I entered the room. Quatre's eyes were red from crying and they widened as he saw me with my hair down. Trowa remained the same, though I knew he would, but he gazed calmly at me as I sat down across from Quatre. We were just waiting for Wu-Fei and then we would be on our way to the funeral home where Heero's funeral would be held. I knew little about the funeral; Trowa and Quatre had done most of the arranging. It would be a private funeral with few people there and no media and then his body would be sent to Marseilles and we would go with him where he would be buried by Marshall Noventa. (They were at a very luxurious hotel room. The room was two stories high.) Half an hour later, Wu-Fei came down wearing a tux like the rest of us and we set off without saying a word. The funeral was at a local funeral home. We were the first ones there. I felt the lump of tissues I had put there earlier. I knew that we would need them even though the funeral home provided several boxes.
"Everything's ready," Trowa said softly. We went into the room where the funeral was being held. There, in an open casket at the front of the room, was Heero.
"Come on," Wu-Fei said quietly. I shook my head.
"I don't know if I want to see him," I said.
"We'll do it together," Wu-Fei said quietly. He took my hand and led me to the casket. Trowa and Quatre weren't far behind. I looked at Heero. He didn't look so bad. It was just like he was asleep…but he wasn't. He was dead. I felt a jolt. Heero was never coming back. I put my free hand up to my mouth and the tears started flowing. I felt Wu-Fei squeeze my hand tightly and he led me to the first row of chairs and we sat down. I heard Quatre breaking down and looked up as Trowa gently guided him into the seat next to mine. Then he sat next to Quatre on the other side. I silently handed Quatre a tissue and took another one for myself. Quatre was very grateful. People started to arrive; Sally, Lady Une, Marimaia, Sylvia Noventa, Vice Foreign Minister Darlian, (otherwise known as Relena) Zechs, Noin, and others. They talked to us, except for Relena and Zechs and said they were sorry. A little later, the funeral started. The minister welcomed us and started talking. All of a sudden, the tears came and they couldn't stop. Wu-Fei squeezed my hand. The minister went on for ages talking about Heero. It made my heart ache. Finally, it was all over. The only thing left was to fly his body to France via helicopter and bury him next to Marshall Noventa in Marseilles.
The journey took less time than I thought. We went to the cemetery where Heero was being buried. It was actually a nice place. There was an open grave next to Marshall Noventa's grave. The burial didn't take long. Quatre was sobbing into Trowa's jacket as Heero's casket was lowered into the ground.
Good-bye Heero. I'll miss you so much. I thought as tears poured down my face. Wu-Fei never left my side.
End Ch 3