A choked sob came from his body as only a name was uttered when he finally calmed down, "Relena..." Then, after so many years of not shedding a tear, the great Heero Yuy cried for Relena.

He had thought she had died. And he wanted to die with her.

Memory by Red Tail

Heero's eyes snapped open as he took in his surroundings with blurred vision. He turned his head to glare at his restraints that were cutting into his skin slightly. He flexed his muscles and then gave a jerk, the restraints coming off with slight difficulty as he looked down at his now bleeding arm. It trickled down his hand and handed with large droplets on the observation table he had been placed temporarily on.

After having the drug in his system, it created an almost addictive nature for the body. He wasn't physically or psychologically addicted, but the body reacted in ways to the genetic engineered drug like an addict would without the substance.

Luckily, the drug was washed from his system as soon as the doctor's found out, the psychosis that he had suffered from washed away just like the drug. Heero got up from the table as he took one of the doctor's nearby tools and cut the other restraints. He pulled the IV and other stuff sticking to his body recording his data, heart beat, temperature, and all that stuff.

He got up slowly, ignoring the pain that was flooding his senses as he heaved himself to his feet, swaying slightly as his vision danced before his eyes. He reluctantly put one foot in front of the other as he moved himself away from the 'bed' he had been strapped down to. He could feel perspiration slowly form on his body from the effort that slowly drained his body.

Cursing his weakness, he let himself lean on one of the carts that had an assortment of utensils for the care he had received while he was in his… condition. He shuddered to think of the pain that she had to go through.

'Damn them all!' He though with vengeance. 'They just wanted to use her to take over the UESN.' He growled harshly in his mind. But…they killed her instead. Why did the fates curse him so that he had to live yet the angel of peace, Vice Foreign Minister Relena Peacecraft herself, had to die.

Why was this soldier always the one to survive?

His prussian eyes drifted down towards the shark knife laying discarded above his reach. His hand moved towards it, clasping the knife's edge to check the sharpness of the blade. Blood trickled don from the laceration on his palm. He blinked as he let the sweet reprieve of pain flood through him, yet scorned it when the pain rushed back.

There was a way to end it all, something that the fates themselves couldn't and couldn't be able to control. He let his hands finger the sharp side of the knife faintly tracing the blood as it dripped from his hand to the table.

TBC

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Red Tail