Title: Organic
Author: HeeroDuo1x2x1
Genre: Supernatural, Romance
Pairings: Don't be retarded. Isn't it obvious?
Warnings: Angst, Torture, OOC, Shifting POV, Psycho mothers
Disclaimer: For the gazillionth time, I don't own GW. What's the point of even continuing saying this, lol?
Babble: w00t. At this point I really just want to finish this fic so I can give my full attention to Wise Blood and the one-shot that's been plaguing me for about a month. Yeah. So... :blows raspberry: Only one or so chapters left! (Fei-babe might be a bit OOC.)

Chapter 9

Heero's POV

This wasn't happening.

That was all there was to it. There was no possible explanation for why the woman I assumed was Duo's mother, the goddess of death, had been sitting in my hotel room. I felt myself shaking, not knowing why I was suddenly so cold. It was a hundred times worse than when I'd been overcome with frigidness around Duo, and I nearly collapsed to the floor.

"Now, now, there's no need to be frightened. I'm just here for a little chat." She paused, smiling at me with thin lips. There was something fake about the way she spoke, the way she smiled. It seemed as if she was laughing at me beneath that kind-looking exterior, or that she knew something that I didn't and wasn't willing to explain what it was.

The temperature dropped another few degrees, and I did collapse. My knees hit the floor and sent me reeling forward. The cold hurt so deeply, and I couldn't get a breath out as I struggled to get back to my feet. Instead, I only managed to wrap my arms around myself in the faint hope that I could will some warmth back into my chilled body. "W-what is t-this?"

I couldn't focus my eyes and instead everything was shadowy, nonexistent. My teeth chattered as I vaguely heard the goddess speak, her voice somewhere between annoyance and delight, "Are you hot or cold?"

I could feel her smile even through my haze and I realized I hated her, "S-so c-cold..." I tried to curl into myself, thinking that if I were to try and move anymore I'd break into a million pieces. This thing couldn't have been Duo's mother. She radiated ice, harsh winds worse than those in Antarctica, but Duo did not. There was a chill about him, yes, but not so bad as what I was feeling at this moment. I think I may have been crying, but I couldn't tell. My mind kept screaming at me, telling me to get up, telling me that this frozen goddess wasn't who she claimed to be. I kept calling out to Duo, though whether it was only mental or if I had actually said the words aloud I'll never know.

"Oh, well." The so-called Death Goddess stood, coming and kneeling next to me as she continued speaking. "I'm sure you've never felt quite this cold before. I'm surprised you haven't developed hypothermia by now, but I suppose you aren't freezing yet." Her voice held laughter in it, but my mind was having a hard time processing her words. Then the cold intensified, and I knew what she meant. She wanted to kill me, but why would she go through all this trouble of causing hypothermia if she was the goddess of death? I couldn't breathe, I realized quite suddenly, and I struggled to draw in a short and raspy breath. I heard her laugh.

"Poor boy. It's a pity, really, but I can't let you take him from me." Her voice was different, no longer that sing-song prattle. She sounded old and monotonous, her chilling whispers almost like daggers of ice. "He doesn't have to be my son if he doesn't want to, and you've made him question himself. He may think he can hide it from me but he can't and neither can your puny mortal mind." She sneered, "I won't let mortal love tear my only son from me. I won't let you tear him from me. If you're dead then the

two of you can't be together. You'll be sorted and he'll never see you again."

She wanted me to suffer immensely as I died, and she was getting her way. I choked on the small amounts of burning air that seared my lungs as I took another forced breath, feeling my body beginning to become lax. Hot tears were indeed rolling down my cheeks, and I couldn't stop them. I was past caring what was happening to me. I was resigned to my fate. "I'm sorry, Duo," I repeated over and over in my head.

The goddess leaned her elbows on me as she said in a deadpan, "It's taking too long for you to die."

I snarled at her, trying to will myself to hit her, spit on her; something.

"Don't be like that, Mr. Yuy." That sickeningly sweet voice had returned, "Death isn't that bad. Of course, I've never actually died."

I wanted her to die. I wanted her to cease to exist; I wanted her to rot in hell for doing this to me. I wanted Duo to see her for the jealous, vindictive demon she was. I wanted him to kill her, because I knew I couldn't. But what would happen if she was to be destroyed? Would that make Duo the true God of Death, would it mean I'd only see him in passing when I die? The frigidness worsened, and I had a feeling she could see my thoughts as clearly as looking through a sheet of glass. With that in mind, I continued cursing her in my thoughts. Fine. Let her kill me. I knew that Duo wouldn't accept it, and I hoped he'd be aware of what she had done and he wouldn't forgive her. But she was a goddess. I didn't know what she was capable of, and for all I knew she could make it seem as if I'd killed myself or something equally disturbing.

"I'll make a deal with you, hmmm?" She said in a sing-song, standing again. The cold lessened a bit. "If you agree to break his heart, I won't kill you. I'll let you go on living your pathetic life and Duo will come back with me."

I managed to grind out a forced "fuck you" before she stole more of the heat from my body.

She sounded almost gleeful, "Well, if that's your choice then."

Something was wrong. The cold was fading, almost gone and I was relieved. I could feel my hands again, feel my body returning to normal. It soon became warm, and then hot, and then scorching. Again I couldn't breathe, and I felt as if I were on fire. I was vaguely aware of a harsh scream erupting from my mouth.

Duo's POV

I willed myself to Quatre's estate. I'd spent the better part of an half an hour trying to find Heero, but I couldn't, and I knew that something was wrong. "Quatre!" There was the sound of shuffling from the den I'd sat in only a few hours earlier, before Trowa, Quatre and Wufei rushed from the room, all looking at me with shock. I tried to smile at them, but couldn't make the stupid muscles in my face cooperate with me. "Is Heero still here?"

Trowa shook his head. It was pretty obvious he was still kind of twitchy about me, but he didn't hesitate in answering me, "No. He left about an hour ago."

"Shit, something's wrong," I looked around desperately, frowning, "I gotta find him."

I turned to go, but felt someone grab my arm. I had expected it to be Quatre, but I was damn shocked to see Wufei clutching my sleeve with this intense look on his face. He was acting like he'd rather be eating shit than muttering, "I will help you." His voice sounded forced and like he wasn't completely sure he should have been trusting me. I was still pissed at him, don't get me wrong, but no matter how he sounded the offer to help was about as good as the beginnings of an apology.

I gave him a look that said "don't think this means I forgive you" and nodded, "Good. You need to start earning some credit back, Chang Wufei."

The three of them followed me out of the mansion, and I looked around, trying to figure out which way Heero had gone from there. Everyone leaves an imprint on their surroundings, part of their life being shed around them that, if you looked carefully enough, was visible. I'd learned what Heero's looked like, but it was hard as hell to notice and I couldn't figure out why the fuck it was so faint. Normally his was bright and carefully contained. That feeble light was what really told me something was fucked up.

Heero Yuy's life shouldn't have been fading, especially not so quickly. The realization that something shitty was happening left a really fucked up feeling gouging away my insides. I followed that feeble glow as quickly as I could, dreading what I was going to find when I reached Heero.

Something really, really shitty, that much I knew. Something that wasn't all that natural. The closer I got, and the feeble light got a bit brighter, it hit me just what I was going to see. Like flicking on a light, I knew exactly what was happening to him. I knew who was responsible, knew why.

And I saw red.

I didn't even bother to tell the others before I vanished on them, making sure I entered that damn hotel quickly and as clandestinely(1) as I could manage. I didn't care that it was my own mother; all I saw was someone trying to kill Heero. Single track mind or not, I was furious and betrayed and I just wanted to rip Atropos apart. Slowly. I didn't know if a death goddess could be killed, but dammit I was going to try and I was going to be sure to inflict as much pain as I possibly could as I did. I stood watching her for a moment, my anger mounting as I saw Heero scream out in pure agony.

Before even I noticed it, I'd snatched her by the hair, pulling her away and shoving her to the ground, "What the FUCK do you think you're DOING!"

She recovered quickly, pushing me away with very little effort. Normally that would have bothered me, but it didn't. Maybe it was the fact that I just didn't give a shit at that point. "He doesn't deserve you."

I snarled at her, "That's for me to decide, not you! Why the hell are you doing this?"

"Because he shouldn't be mingling with anything in our realm!" My bitch of a mother exclaimed, and I noticed that Heero seemed to be relaxing as she yelled at me. Good. That was definitely good. I just had to keep her focused on me and not on him, and maybe things would be okay. Yeah. That was likely. She was letting up on him purposely, and I knew it. She was pretty aware of the fact that I wasn't the least bit happy with the situation.

"What are you TALKING about?"

Atropos glared down at Heero and looked as if she was going to try and kill him again, but she didn't. Instead she turned that glare on me, but it wasn't murderous. Annoyed, certainly. But it wasn't murderous. "You aren't meant to be near him."

I stared at her. No fucking way. First she tries killing him, then she claims something like that. Something wasn't right. And I mean that in a totally "My-death-goddess-mother-is-trying-to-kill-my-love-interest" unrelated way. I'm talking about the reason why she decided to fucking attempt erasing Heero Yuy from existence. And whatever bullshit reason she had fed him definitely wasn't it. "Somehow I'm getting the feeling that what you're gonna say is either really shitty or something you hate but I'll love."

"You have a gift with words." She mused, glancing back down to Heero. She looked like she REALLY wanted to make him suffer and I withheld a snarl. If I wanted her to lay-off, I figured listening to her would be better than pissing on her. "Despite your crude way of saying it, you are correct. It is rather 'shitty.'" She looked like she despised saying that. Geez.

"Skirting the issue." I deadpanned.

"You're killing him." She retorted, disdain aimed at Heero dripping from her voice, "and when he dies because of you he becomes like you."

A/N: CLIFFY! MUWHAHAHAHA! Anywho, the next chapter will hopefully be the last. I was considering combining this with the previous chapter (because it should be part of that chapter), and if I do it'll be posted that way on MediaMiner when I get around to posting this fic there. :grin: So yeah. Plot twist. Atropos is crazy but then at the same time she has her reasons. Yay:heart: This chapter is longer than I normally write (I'm a short and to the point person, normally), and I didn't want to torture poor Hee-chan too much, and writing as Duo with this fic is kinda awkward. Like riding a bike for the first time. I haven't written from his perspective for a while, and this fic is such a weird way to start again. Meh. Whatever.

(1) I love this word. I used it in Wise Blood, and in this because it's such a pretty word.