A Cyborg Soldier 009 fic by Maria
Pairing: Jet/Joe.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Spoilers for the whole 2001 anime series.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Ishinomori's. XD
I'm furious, though I don't show it. My blood is boiling so much that I feel like I'll end burning up even quicker than you, as we fall down and the heat surrounds us.
I had to choose the worst ever moment to tell you that I would never leave you.
No, it's not what you think. I've pretty much accepted that we're dying and there's nothing we can do about that shit. I doubt poor Ivan will be able to knock us out and bring us down with his psychic powers, like he did to pull us all out of the Yomi Kingdom as it fell; yes, he's maybe the most powerful psychic in the world, but his body is just a little baby's, and like he told us down there he's practically powerless in situations like this.
But even then, I'm not leaving you.
Shut up. Dammit, Joe, don't beg me to leave you again. Don't tell me that I still can live if I let you die. It's no use, you damn know I can't. Even if I could, I wouldn't. And not just because I don't want to face poor Francoise and tell her and our friends that I let you die in space alone.
You're such a fool, thinking that you would be able to bring Black Ghost down alone. Even in that little part of your mind that you always repress and hide... didn't you think that someone wouldn't try to go with you? And if you did think of it... why didn't you even imagine that I would be the one? Why were you that surprised when you felt my hand grabbing yours and saw me as close to you as we've never ever been?
Did you damn remember the times we all fought? We did it together. We learned to be a team through our adventures - and yes, even I did. It took me blood, seat, and tears to do it. And I am not the type who forgets easily what he has learnt.
You can't ask me to leave you. You have no right, because you would never leave me if I was in your place. You would've done exactly the same I'm right now doing for you - you would reach for me no matter what with no regards for your own safety, save me from the one putting me in danger, and then stay and die with me if that was the case.
So, stop telling me to only save myself. What a moment you chose to be selfless.
I'm holding you in my arms right now. Holding you close to make my point clear. Your cheek almost rests against the red fabric of my uniform, those battle clothes that we both hated so much to wear. Blood red clothes signaling us as the Angels of Death that the Black Ghost people created in their labs, after stealing us all that was left of our prior lives. And yet, ironically, we're now the keys into bringing the down not just once, but twice...
But I don't think such a thing matters in my last moments. Because through half-closed eyes, I can only see your face, and I know that you're crying even when your tears are practically inexistant because of the heat surrounding us.
Joe, stop being sorry for everything! I don't need to see you wasting your last tidbits of life on self-pity! It's not like we directly chose to die like this! We would've never chose to burn up to death while our friend cried and mourned for us in the sea!
Shut up. If you keep on saying I should leave, I'll just hold you even tighter and repeat waht I've just said about me having the feelings that you do for me...
Because we know that we were the ones who asked to have the thorns sent to us, instead of the red roses.
