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Last Time

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 (Lost-Remembrance)

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.

He then closed his eyes and gripped the scalpel, slashing it across wrist and then the other one. Slowly, he felt the beads of blood well up on the wound and drip down his hands in heavy and thick streams; the deep crimson coloring of his blood showing he had done major damage to his arms as it was. The cut wasn't shallow; this time it was deep.

A slow smile crept onto his lips as he felt his balance sway slightly, vision blurring and eyelids closing slowly as he felt his life force flood from his body in heavy steams now. He could hear his heart pounding and the slightly sound all around him. The intake of air through his mouth seemed so loud and he heard his heart's beat seem farther away.

'Relena.' His mind whispered as he took in his last gulp of precious air. 'For…you…' Then he crumbled onto the floor in a pool of blood surrounding him. His eyes closed, the world never to see his beautiful prussian eyes again…

"I hope Heero's better…" Relena whispered to herself as she touched the knob lightly, opening the door and gasping as she crumbled to her knees, suddenly weak and at loss of everything around her except for the sight in front of her.

"Heero." Tears like crystals fell from her eyes as she gasped crawling towards him as she laid her head over his chest, hoping for a heartbeat or pulse. Her hair was drenched in his blood now and she truly looked like a fallen angel. There was none and she let out a heart-breaking sob, choking on her tears she clutched the tank top of Heero Yuy as if it was a life preserver.

A soft brush of wind blew against her and she looked up, sensing the presence of the strong pilot. She understood what happened; he thought she died. "Heero," She whispered and closed her eyes smiling as she took the knife laying limply in his grasp. "Everyone deserves second chances."

She slashed her wrist and then she smiled lying limply on top of the one and only man she could and would ever love. "Wait for me." She whispered and let death embrace her as the darkness closed in.

Owari

Author's note:

Crappy ending, I know. Sorry about making both of them die. Actually, I was thinking about making a sequel, Second Chances, where they came back and lived or something but…yeah…gotta work on my other fics. I actually found this half-finished chapter that was meant to be in the middle (the story was originally supposed to be longer) and I couldn't find it. Well, yeah…don't murder me please. I hate when I kill Heero (don't ask why I did it. My mind baffles me sometimes). This chapter sucks so please don't murder me or anything.

-Red Tail