Title: Organic

Author: HeeroDuo1x2x1

Rating: PG-13 for now, rating may go up.

Genre: Hmmm… Supernatural, Semi-Angst

Warnings: Random 1x2ishness (not quite yet, however), death, cursing (no one cares about that, though…), eventual shounen ai/yaoi, and…. Stuff?

Pairings: Oooo! 1x2x1, implied 3x4, implied 6x5. laughs That's funny, since that's not for this chapter.

Disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue, go the fuck away. Well, this is my first attempt at supernatural Kill-off-Duo-first fics, so yeah. I like how it's coming along, but I can never know for sure with out the help of the readers. Yeah.

We knew it was a suicide mission. It was the first time all of us had worked together since the Mariemaia Incident, and we knew it would probably be the last time we saw at least one of us.

We expected it would be me.

But not him. We didn't understand why it had to be him. I remember firing off a shot at someone coming at us, and the woman's eyes widening as the bullet entered her. Her gun was forward and she let off a few shots in my direction. But he had run in front of me, and his eyes locked onto mine and he smiled, the fucker. He smiled! He had just took 6 bullets for me, had just been shot and blood was pouring from the wounds and yet he smiled. He was shot once in his collar, three times to the chest, and once to the arms and legs. He was going to be the first of us to die.

He found the strength to yell to us, "GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!" and then he fell, coughing up blood. I couldn't let him stay there. I couldn't let him die and then his body be taken by these... people. So I didn't listen. I ran back for him, and snatched him up. I didn't care if he had given up his life for us. I wasn't going to leave him. Dead or alive.

His body was limp on my shoulder as I ran form the premise. I knew he was dead. I could deny it in my mind all I wanted, but it didn't change the fact.

When I arrived at our predetermined rendezvous point, it was Quatre who realized first that Duo wasn't just unconscious. He had run towards Duo's corpse and I and had all but broken down into tears. Duo was dead. The one person I could stand, that I considered a friend, was dead. Gone. Forever. The words hit me like a sledgehammer to the head.

The Perfect Soldier does not cry. He doesn't grieve the death of a comrade, or remain behind to retrieve a body, but for the first time in my life, I broke down. I broke down and cried. I grieved his death, I retrieved his lifeless corpse, and I broke down my defenses and drenched the front of me shirt with tears for him. He wasn't captured, or away. He was dead, and there was nothing, not even one little thing I could do to change that.

His funeral was beautiful. The weather contradicted our emotions. The sun shone down upon us, smiling and laughing at our grief as Duo's casket was lowered into the cold hard ground. I had steeled myself for it, swore I wouldn't cry. But as I was going to say my final goodbyes to my best friend, the one who gave his life for mine, that steel melted and I shed more tears for him as I tossed the oleander and violet rose into the ground on top of his coffin.

I looked off into the trees, my eyesight blurred and my mind focused only on death. I hadn't expected to see what I did. I thought I had seen him, standing amid the trees. Violet sunglasses covered his eyes, which seemed to glow, and his hair wasn't braided. A ghost? An apparition? A hallucination? I didn't know, but I wanted to cry out to it, whatever it was, I wanted it to be Duo. The apparition just smiled sadly, that same smile he'd given me before he died as Wufei placed a hand on my shoulder. I looked at the Chinese man with reddened eyes, before whipping my head back to where the apparition had stood.

He was gone. A hallucination. I slumped against Wufei, new tears threatening to fall, as he lead me from Duo's grave towards the car.

Months had passed since Duo's death. My entire being ached still, and I had withdrawn form the others. Quatre was worried about me the most. He feared I'd kill myself. I'll admit, once or twice it had crossed my brooding mind. but I refused to go through with it. Duo wouldn't want that. His sacrifice would have been in vain.

The apparition form the funeral haunted my mind. It looked far too much like him to have been a hallucination. Hallucinations can only get so much detail, a human mind can only comprehend so much. It looked like him, smiled like him. The way it's hair had blown in the breeze was too perfect, to on time to be a hallucination. No one could hallucinate something that perfect. But a ghost wouldn't have been affected by the wind, also discrediting my hopes that he really wasn't dead. I'd seen the shape his body had been in. The way his body crumpled and remained limp in my arms. There was no way he had lived through that. No way he could have so thoroughly tricked us all.

That apparition hadn't only appeared at the funeral. Numerous times in the six months following his death, I had seen him. I had seen him examining fruit at a produce market, though glancing around boredly. Seen him getting on a motorcycle when I drew near enough to see if it was really him. A ghost wouldn't be able to ride a motorcycle. I'd seen him in bookstores, clothing stores, and parks. Always doing something normal, something a ghost wouldn't be able to do.

But he never seemed to realize that I had seen him. His eyes never left what he was doing, and when I'd blink or turn away for a moment, he'd be gone again, vanished without a trace. I couldn't figure out what he had to gain from faking his death. I nearly gave up believing it was him.

Every Saturday afternoon I would visit his grave. The cemetery was old and beautiful, located near the Valdosta State University in Georgia. There were mausoleums present on the premise, allowing art students wonderful subjects. It was a beautiful place to sit and read, and that's what I would do. I would sit at the foot of his grave and read aloud. Things he'd liked in life. I would read Poe, Oscar Wilde, really any book I knew had belonged to him. I was on my way to sit and read the next time I saw the apparition. I was later than usual; it was approaching 4, and I normally I would have already departed by that time. I had been held up by a phone call from one blonde haired Queen of the World, insisting that my grieving had gone on long enough, that I should start thinking about proposing to her. I didn't even like her and she was expecting me to propose? She was a few rice balls short of a lunchbox.

When I began the hike through the cemetery towards Duo's grave, it was to see my normally vacant spot taken. It was the apparition, and he was lounging, casual-as-can-be, atop the grave. My eyes widened. I took a few more hesitant steps, my body only a few feet from the grave and the lounger. If it was possible, my eyes continued to widen with every step.

It was him! Duo Maxwell was laying atop his own grave, his eyes closed and partially hidden behind violet sunglasses. His arms provided a pillow behind his head, and he was gently singing under his breath. I couldn't comprehend what I was seeing. I took a deep breath, my arms and body shaking uncontrollably. It wasn't possible for it to really be him. All the times I had seen him, it had to have been my mind playing tricks. But it wasn't. Because there he was. Plain as day.

He must have heard my intake of breath, and slowly opened one hauntingly purple eye to stare at me. Shock was evident on his pale face as quickly sat up and looked me over, glancing at his watch and furrowing his brow in confusion.

We stared at each other for a long moment before I couldn't take it anymore. In barely more than a whisper, I breathed, "D-Duo?"

He nodded slightly, his confusion fading as he began to look worried. Tears formed in my eyes for the first time in six months as I launched myself at him, unable to control myself. He was solid! He was really there as I wrapped my arms around him and sobbed, shaking with relief, grief and anger. I wanted to kiss him. I wanted to beat him to a bloody pulp. But all I did was sob as he slowly brought his arms to surround me and he began to whisper comforts to me. It wasn't like me to sob, or cry, or to even show emotion, but my entire body ached at the sight of him, and I had to react. I tightened my grip on him, afraid he would vanish with the wind.

"Shhhh..." Duo's voice echoed around me and I found myself enthralled through my tears, "Everything'll be fine, Heero."

I didn't remember passing out. When I next awoke, it was to the sound of a coffee maker and the scent pancakes. I had shuffled from the bed I had been occupying towards the tantalizing smell and as my eyes focused on the kitchen before me, everything fell back into place. Duo. Was. Alive. Duo wasn't dead, and I had bawled my eyes out like an infant in his arms.

He stood there, smiling widely and humming as he flipped a pancake and used his foot to close the refrigerator, which he had just snatched a carton of orange juice out of. I blinked, nowhere near as shocked as I should have been. A continued on my trek, my feet landing on a squeaking floorboard. Duo's glowing eyes shot towards me, his smile faltering before being replace by another.

"Hey." Was all he said before going back to the pancakes. I couldn't believe it. We think he's dead and when I find out he isn't, all he says to me is, "Hey." What?

"Duo..." My voice trailed off as I stared at him. He turned to me with a grin on his face as he carried a plate of pancakes to the table between us, and he placed them down before rushing back to the kitchen to retrieve syrup and the orange juice. The coffee machine beeped, and he prepared that, too.

"Sit down, Heero!" He chirped, placing a cup of coffee on the table where I moved to sit. He followed his own advise and sat across from me, still smiling.

"Duo... you..."

"Died?"

"Yeah."

"Yep. I did die. It hurt like a bitch, too."

I stared at him. He just said he had died. Duo never lied. It couldn't be true. "But... you're not dead, Duo."

"I was." He smirked at my dumbfounded expression, "I just wasn't meant to be dead. Pissed my mom off that I'd died -- Again. You'd think that after the 2nd time I'd learn to stay away from life threatening situations! Well, I guess I'll never learn!"

"W-what?"

He grinned at me and began to eat his pancakes.

A/N: Okay. That's the first part. Wow. Can anyone believe I actually WROTE this? It's totally out there. I actually have this planned, (to some degree) and written out to about the 3rd chapter or so. Next chapter is a LONG one with shifting views. It'll explain… stuff. Heh. I'm gonna get pelted with shit for leaving off there, aren't I?