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! Eventually 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. Yeah, Duo's really alive, but then he really was dead, and I actually confused myself with this one when I first wrote it. Yay!

Heero stared at Duo, his eyes asking questions of the eating teen. He couldn't tear his eyes away from him, not understanding his previous statement. His mom? Dying again? These words echoed hollowly through his numb mind.

"Duo, what's going on?" Heero had to know, "What really happened to you? I saw your corpse. Hell, I dragged you out of there! How did you die, get buried, and now suddenly are alive?!"

Duo raised an eyebrow, his expression suddenly eerily serious as he leaned back in his chair. His eyes seemed to be glowing much brighter, "Do you really want to know?"

"Yes."

"Fine." Duo muttered, leaning forward. Any humour the teen had once possessed was gone, instead replaced by someone frighteningly serious, "Just so you're not confused, Yuy, I hadn't faked my death. I hadn't pretended to die just to get away from anyone. I really died that day. A normal person couldn't've taken that many shots and lived longer than an hour. I was lucky and died within a few minutes."

He paused, examining Heero's blank expression. He sighed before continuing, "I wasn't concerned with it. If I die, I die. It isn't a big deal. Quatre would probably shriek and say something about all life being important and that it should never be wasted in vain.

"Well, my life wouldn't be wasted because, dammit, I'd still be alive anyway." He sipped his coffee, "I said a normal person would have died within the hour. I'm not normal. Never was, probably never will be.

"My entire life I called myself the "God of Death." Funny thing about that is that it wasn't that far from the truth. No, I wasn't the real God of Death. I just happened to be her son." he saw the expression on Heero's face change drastically, and he shot him a look urging him not to interrupt, "I never knew it. Didn't know why every time I thought I was dead, I wasn't. On L2, when the plagues fucked everyone up and the vaccine was shit, I didn't take any of the medicine. Everyone in my gang did, and they all died. I remember dying, myself. I remember taking a shallow breath and dying. Yet, I woke up the next morning, my eyes a little bit more violet than blue. The next time I had died was shortly after the tragedy at the church I had lived in. I hadn't realized it at the time, but as I had been running towards that stupid mobile suit, my puny brain believing that I was helping the others at the church, I had been shot twice in my chest. Blood was actually seeping into my lungs. After Sister Helen died, I had tried to run away, but I couldn't breathe. I wasn't able to move, and only then did I notice the wound that went straight through both sides of my chest. I was drowning in my own blood, and there was nothing I could do about it. I remember coughing and choking up blood as I tried to breathe, tried to drag air into my body before I lost consciousness. But I couldn't, it was too late to do anything. I was about to die and I knew it."

He stopped talking for a moment, his eyes focusing on the ceiling as he tried to think of what to say next. He glanced at the unruly haired Japanese young man before him, sighing as he leaned forward to rest his head on the table as he finished telling his tale.

"And yet, just like the last time, I awoke the next morning as if nothing had happened. Small areas of puckered flesh were the only reminders of my fatal injuries. My lungs were clear, my mind wasn't slowing to a stop. My eyes were even more violet than before.

"It didn't make sense at first. I mean really didn't make sense. We're talking 'Twilight Zone' shit. I was baffled by it, and thus I called myself Death. Obvious reaction, right?" Duo watched his one man audience nod.

"I knew that I was going to die that day, you know. You probably thought it would be you, but I wasn't going to let that happen. I had a feeling that even if I died, I'd probably wake up the next day. So it didn't matter, either way, right? You guys would've seen me again soon, anyway. I could've just played it off like I'd only been seriously unconscious.

"What I hadn't expected was what actually happened. I didn't wake up immediately. It took a few days, actually. I was dragged to what I assumed at the time was Hell, and felt like shit. Had I just given my life for real? Was I not going to wake up? I was clueless! I had no fucking idea.

"Then this woman comes up to me, and I have no idea what to do. I felt like I was looking into a distorted mirror. She had the exact colour hair as me, same face shape, everything. Her eyes were flawlessly purple, like mine only... not. I wasn't sure what to think." Duo waved his hands, black fingernails glinting in the light flooding in from the window nearby. Heero followed his movement unconsciously, furrowing his brow.

"Turns out, this woman, this distorted reflection, was the fucking Goddess of Death. I don't mean some woman claiming to be a goddess, she was. Her clothes were souls, Heero! Souls! Black spirits swarming around her body like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"I could only stare, you know? And then she opens her mouth, and she starts talking, but it was like listening to all those souls on her talking at once, in nothing more than a whisper. 'Welcome to my empire, my unfortunate son.'" He shook his head and laughed mutely, "She called me her 'unfortunate son.' I had no fucking clue what that meant. No idea at all. And she starts walking away, and I'm walking behind her, casually, comfortably. And then she started explaining it to me. All that shit I didn't get."

Heero opened his mouth to say something, but stopped when he saw the look Duo was giving him. "I was there for only an hour or so, but time moves a whole shitload quicker here than there. The actual time it took for her to explain what had happened to me was about 3 days. By the time I woke up, I was in the fucking coffin on the way to the cemetery. It was extremely weird to be thinking how much I wanted out of that thing, and then to suddenly be standing by the trees, watching my own funeral. I'd never seen anything so fucked up in my life."

Duo suddenly stopped talking, eyeing Heero curiously, expecting a comment, something.

"... What... did she tell you?"

Duo just smirked, leaning back in his chair and yawning, "Well, besides that I'm her son, and that every time I die I become less and less human, not much. She explained exactly how I'd ended up human, shit like that."

Heero's eyes locked onto Duo's, urging him to explain further. Duo complied, "My father was human, Heero, so when I was born, I was torn away from my mother and onto the human plain. When my father died, I was supposed to go back, but I didn't. He did something to make sure that I would be able to unless I died -- three times. Pretty fucked up, right?"

Heero mutely nodded, "So, you're some kind of god?"

"Demi-god, I guess. She was kinda avoidant of the titles."

"Why did she let you come back, if you're meant to be there?"

"Because I refused to stay. I didn't want to give you and the others up. I guess I did anyway, ya know? The funeral and all. I'm still dead to you guys." Duo muttered, a humourless smile on his face.

"You're not still dead to me." Heero sighed, "I've seen you a few times in the past few months. I saw you at the funeral. I thought I was losing my mind."

Duo laughed, "Maybe you are. Maybe I am, too. Maybe we both imagined the last 6 months."

"Unlikely, but nice to hope for." Heero mused softly.

"But do you understand now? Why I was so willing to take those bullets?" Duo's face was serious again as he leaned forward, his face only inches from Heero's own.

Heero couldn't move back, his eyes only focusing on the violet orbs before him, "Yeah."

"Good." Duo's simple statement was accompanied by a brush of cool air. Duo's breath was cold. Heero found his eyes widen at this, as they seemed to have done quite a bit in the past few hours or so. Duo only laughed at his expression, standing up and walking around the table to pat Heero on the shoulder. "You're gonna make me tell the others, aren't you?"

"Maybe."

"Just maybe?" Duo questioned.

"Yeah, just maybe." Heero rubbed his face, "If I am finding this hard to digest, the others probably will also. They wouldn't be nearly as calm as I'm trying to be about all this."

"You really don't know what to do right now, do you, Heero?" Duo kneeled down next to Heero, resting his arms on the table as he stared at him with an unwavering gaze.

"Honestly? No." He muttered, running a shaky hand through his unruly hair. He jerked his hand away and stared at it, "I'm shaking."

"I don't blame you." Duo's trademark grin was back in place, "Everything just got a whole lot more complicated."

A/N: Uhhh… yeah. That's chapter 2. It's longer than chapter one. Yaaaaaay!