Out of the dark mood, and wanting to expand on this story while I get my
mind off The Ties That Bind.
To Patricia16 Thank you. You've inspired me to take this one-shot and make it into something more.
To Raizard333 Thanks for the suggestion, but 'As One' has kind of grown on me. I even wrote a poem that I might post.
To Rae chan1 I'm very into odd pairings, as my profile says. I think I'll write a 4x5 story next. And the mood's gonna lighten up soon, so dry your tears. Here. offers a hankie
To Jasynthe Yeah, them dying together was kind of the point.
I stand in a vast nothingness of gray fog. There is no sound, no movement except my own. I am alone here.
I shiver, although the fog is not cold. I don't like being alone. I haven't been alone since Heero first said he loves me. Or would it be loved? I'm pretty sure I'm dead. After all, I was shot.
Relena. Relena shot me. She and I always got along. I thought we were friends. I guess we weren't.
And Heero. Heero shot Relena for shooting me. Then he...I think he shot himself. I hope he didn't.
"Quatre?"
I turn quickly, recognizing that voice. "Heero?" I answer, unable to see through the fog. Then...there. A dark light close by, moving through the fog. "Heero!" I repeat loudly, moving towards the light.
"Quatre!" It's definitely Heero's voice; I can hear the undercurrent of panic that used to be there during the war.
The light becomes clearer, taking on a forest green cast. I myself, I realize in the back of my mind, am glowing pale blue.
"Heero!" I can see him now, his aura burning away the fog around him. Heero always was powerful, in presence, body, and mind.
"Quatre!" Without even seeing him, I know he is crying, not from sorrow, but from relief. We have found each other, inseparable even in death.
I feel his strong arms around me once more, and bury my face in his chest. We stand locked together, exactly like the day Wufei left me for Trowa, not speaking. We have no need for words yet.
"Children." A soft, powerful presence intrudes on this perfect moment. I think of ignoring it, but can't. So I pull my face from Heero's chest, although my arms stay firmly around his waist.
"Lord." Heero says gravely, facing the fog around us. "Thank you."
"No thanks are needed, Child." The voice answers. "Your last wish has been granted. I fear it is time for you to leave."
Leave? Why should Heero leave? Or does he mean both of us? I'm not sure.
"Go back to the Land of the Living, Young Child." And now I feel that the voice is speaking to me.
"W-what?"
"Your body still lives, although I have brought your soul to My domain, that this warrior's last wish be fulfilled. You must go now, or your body's life may be lost."
I tighten my grip on Heero. I'm not giving him up. Three months isn't long enough, dammit! If I have to defy Allah to be with him, then I will!
"Quatre..."
"I'm not loosing you now, dammit!" I yell, burying my face in his shirt again. "I haven't had you this long to give you up just because God says to!"
"You feel so strongly, Gentle One?"
"Yes."
"Strongly enough to die for this man?"
"Yes."
"And you, Warrior, do you feel the same?"
"Yes." Heero answers, his arms tightening around my shoulders. "I'm only here because I thought I'd lost him."
"I see." The voice sounds amused and satisfied, as if He expected us to answer like that. "Perhaps an arrangement can be made."
Silence reigns in this foggy world once again, although the voice's presence hasn't moved.
"You found each other once; would you do so again?"
Heero does not answer, and I look up at his face to find my bold lover glaring at his Lord!
"I'll take that for a yes." The voice is definitely amused. "Then go, Young Children, and find love once again."
A bright flash of light surrounds us, and I feel Heero kiss my forehead one last time before we are separated, to grow and find each other once again.
I think Chibi Hiroyuki's making up for that non-yaoi-centric story he made me write...
Review, please!
To Patricia16 Thank you. You've inspired me to take this one-shot and make it into something more.
To Raizard333 Thanks for the suggestion, but 'As One' has kind of grown on me. I even wrote a poem that I might post.
To Rae chan1 I'm very into odd pairings, as my profile says. I think I'll write a 4x5 story next. And the mood's gonna lighten up soon, so dry your tears. Here. offers a hankie
To Jasynthe Yeah, them dying together was kind of the point.
I stand in a vast nothingness of gray fog. There is no sound, no movement except my own. I am alone here.
I shiver, although the fog is not cold. I don't like being alone. I haven't been alone since Heero first said he loves me. Or would it be loved? I'm pretty sure I'm dead. After all, I was shot.
Relena. Relena shot me. She and I always got along. I thought we were friends. I guess we weren't.
And Heero. Heero shot Relena for shooting me. Then he...I think he shot himself. I hope he didn't.
"Quatre?"
I turn quickly, recognizing that voice. "Heero?" I answer, unable to see through the fog. Then...there. A dark light close by, moving through the fog. "Heero!" I repeat loudly, moving towards the light.
"Quatre!" It's definitely Heero's voice; I can hear the undercurrent of panic that used to be there during the war.
The light becomes clearer, taking on a forest green cast. I myself, I realize in the back of my mind, am glowing pale blue.
"Heero!" I can see him now, his aura burning away the fog around him. Heero always was powerful, in presence, body, and mind.
"Quatre!" Without even seeing him, I know he is crying, not from sorrow, but from relief. We have found each other, inseparable even in death.
I feel his strong arms around me once more, and bury my face in his chest. We stand locked together, exactly like the day Wufei left me for Trowa, not speaking. We have no need for words yet.
"Children." A soft, powerful presence intrudes on this perfect moment. I think of ignoring it, but can't. So I pull my face from Heero's chest, although my arms stay firmly around his waist.
"Lord." Heero says gravely, facing the fog around us. "Thank you."
"No thanks are needed, Child." The voice answers. "Your last wish has been granted. I fear it is time for you to leave."
Leave? Why should Heero leave? Or does he mean both of us? I'm not sure.
"Go back to the Land of the Living, Young Child." And now I feel that the voice is speaking to me.
"W-what?"
"Your body still lives, although I have brought your soul to My domain, that this warrior's last wish be fulfilled. You must go now, or your body's life may be lost."
I tighten my grip on Heero. I'm not giving him up. Three months isn't long enough, dammit! If I have to defy Allah to be with him, then I will!
"Quatre..."
"I'm not loosing you now, dammit!" I yell, burying my face in his shirt again. "I haven't had you this long to give you up just because God says to!"
"You feel so strongly, Gentle One?"
"Yes."
"Strongly enough to die for this man?"
"Yes."
"And you, Warrior, do you feel the same?"
"Yes." Heero answers, his arms tightening around my shoulders. "I'm only here because I thought I'd lost him."
"I see." The voice sounds amused and satisfied, as if He expected us to answer like that. "Perhaps an arrangement can be made."
Silence reigns in this foggy world once again, although the voice's presence hasn't moved.
"You found each other once; would you do so again?"
Heero does not answer, and I look up at his face to find my bold lover glaring at his Lord!
"I'll take that for a yes." The voice is definitely amused. "Then go, Young Children, and find love once again."
A bright flash of light surrounds us, and I feel Heero kiss my forehead one last time before we are separated, to grow and find each other once again.
I think Chibi Hiroyuki's making up for that non-yaoi-centric story he made me write...
Review, please!