By golly, here's the grand funeral. With a twist or two?

With another song by Evanescence. 'Paper Flowers'

Summary: I dun feel like putting it again. Just check the first chappie. XP

Pairings: 1x2 3x4 5x?

Two Down
This is it.

This was the funeral of Quatre Raberba Winner and Trowa Barton. Former Gundam pilots, former best buds.

How hard was this going to be?

I straighten the tie on my black suit. God how I hate suits. But just this once, I'll try to live.

I linger in the doorway
Of alarm clock screaming
Monsters calling my name

The darkness creeping in my mind tries to cease the moment and take control, but I know better. I am Shinigami after all.

"Duo! Let's go!"

My sweet Hee-chan's voice, normally deep and sultry, now sounds ragged and torn. Like a soldier that lost a family.

Well, Hee-chan doesn't really have any family. Excluding Relena, I guess that the Gundam Pilots were the only ones he had.

And he had just lost two brothers.

Which means I had just lost two brothers too.

Let me stay

"Duo!"

I glance back at the mirror for my reflection. My hair was braided neatly, the red puffyness in my eyes cleared, but only for a limited time.

I had to do their eulogy. Which meant more tears for me.

Whoop-dee-do…

I grab the eulogy and bolt down the stairs to come face to face with my love.

He looks much more primped than me. His hair was combed the best he could(but it was still pretty much the same), his eyes less puffy and red.

"Come on Duo."

We both head to the new car we had just bought about 2 days ago.

A black Sedan.

Black, how appropriate. I snort.

I get into the passenger's seat and my dear Hee-chan starts the car.

We make our way over to the Sacred Grounds Cemetary. Where our two comrads now lay.

There is a huge crowd of black amid the gloomy yet green setting of the graveyard.

We come over slowly.

The priest has already finished his sermon. So now I tell my eulogy.

Where the wind will whisper to me

" Quatre and Trowa were the best of buddies to me. We hung out together and had some really great times. I even helped them get together but that's beside the point. They were like my brothers. I could never ever forget them no matter how hard I try. The entire group of Gundam Pilots-the entire lot of us, are like a family. And we had just lost two bros. They were both soldiers of war but both had their own views about the battlefield. Quatre was one who never wanted to fight, but had to, for true peace. Trowa was different, he believed that he was built for the battlefield. But look at him now, he works full-time at the circus! And just when they were going to get their acts together…."

I broke down. Luckly it was raining.

Where the raindrops
As they're falling tell a story

I picked up stength and continued. "And just when they were going to get their acts together, they die. Their own lives slipped away. But at least they're together now. And to me that's all that ever mattered. Maybe someday, the Gundam Pilots will unite as a group again. All of us."

I gave a moment of silence to pass and then I got down from the pedestal.

Now it was just other people's eulogies on Trowa and Quatre.

I just hope that not all of Quatre's sisters are going to give one though.

To my relief, Iria goes up in representation for all twenty-nine.

"My brother Quatre was the kindest person and sibling you could ever ask for. He was patient, warm, generous, and absolutely selfless. He would give his own life to save someone else's, regardless if he the person or not. He just would. Quatre was the most enduring one of all twenty-nine of us. If he can stand 29 females, then he is a true tough guy. But not all of Quatre's moments were spent with us, he had his other family to turn to. The Gundam Pilots. That was the first time I've ever seen him give a real smile since father's death. And I hope he's happy now, he's with his love and is probably on his way to heaven. The guy was always an angel."

Tears formed and she let them flow as she left the pedestal.

Cathy took her place.

In my field of paper flowers
And candy clouds of lullaby
I lie inside myself for hours
And watch my purple sky fly over me

"Trowa never really said much, but actions speak louder than words. And that they did. He fought in the war, he was selfless, he fought valiantly. And after the war was over, it took some time to get used to the fact that he's not a soldier but a civilian, but hey! The guy began to work in the circus as a real addition to the crew and not just as an undercover soldier. I wish he could just be here to see me get wed though. He is the only family I have. But I wasn't the only family he had. He had his buddies behind him all the way. And I wish for his happiness."

She left the stand and to my surprise, Heero went up.

I spotted Wuffie in the crowd, along with Zechs and Sally, and they were shocked too.

"My comrades, my friends, my brothers. I lost two of each. And with the loss I lose sanity. But I try to keep a strong hold on what I have left. Because I still have priorties to look after. The ones I love. I will not let my friends down."

His short but meaningful eulogy, brief but for Heero- that was a mouthful of words. I think the most he ever said was, "Duo, you are such a baka." Or something like that.

But he spoke more than Trowa.

Soon the two coffins were lowered into the ground and covered with soil and grass. Many people cried.

Me and Hee-chan couldn't cry, we felt like we were,but we didn't.

Hee-chan used up all his tears yesterday, and I drained up during my eulogy.

Many people came and left flowers, and payed their respects. Then one by one they decreased in numbers.

Soon it was just me, Heero, Wuffie, Sally, Millardo, and all twenty-nine of Cat's sisters.

"I'm so sorry you guys. I have to go." And Sally left.

"I must tell my sister about this, unless she has already heard." Zechsy left.

Duh, she already knows! This was in the news and the paper wasn't it!

"Oh Quatre!" "We're so sorry!" "Nooo…." Quatre's sisters spoke in rambles. Iria went up to me.

"Goodbye friend. If you ever need us don't hesitate to tell us."

Soon it was just the remaining Gundam Pilots.

The wind passed by and ruffled our hair. The rain had matted it down to our faces and necks.

Don't say I'm out of touch
With this rampant chaos- your reality

Wufei bowed in respect for his fellow buddies and then turned to us.

"I must go now. Maxwell, Yuy." He nodded his descent to us.

We nodded back.

I wasn't sure but I think I saw Wu-man cry.

But since it was raining, I shake the thought off.

"Duo?"

I look at Heero, who's eyes are just welling up with tears or raindrops.

"Yeah Hee-chan?"

He didn't seem to notice that I called him by his beautiful nickname.

"When I die, will you visit me everyday?" His eyes drifted to Quatre's tombstone inscription.

I was upset and angry that he spoke that.

"You're not gonna die yet!"

My fists shake as I hold him by his collar. He didn't even flinch.

"But I will someday."

Tears formed again.

"But you're not going to die for a long, long time, so stop speaking like your going to die right here and now!"

Caught in the moment, I gave him a right hook to the face.

I know well what lies beyond my sleeping refuge

He landed on the gushy grass with a sickening plop.

And yet he looked at me, eyes shined in sadness, lips parted for breath.

"Quatre….Wouldn't want us to fight…"

A sharp pang rung in my heart. I ran my hand through my chestnut bangs.

"Yeah…I guess Q-man would never want this. Espescially here of all places."

The nightmare I built my own world to escape

We just stayed there for a while, looking at our friends inscriptions.

"Shall we go home?"

In my field of paper flowers
And candy clouds of lullaby
I lie inside myself for hours
And watch my purple sky fly over me

I snap my head to face him.

He stood tall, face blank, voice monotone, suit muddy.

Swallowed up in the sound of my screaming
Cannot cease for the fear of silent nights
Oh how I long for the deep sleep dreaming
The goddess of imaginary light

I nodded and smiled wearily.

"Let's go Hee-chan."

I latch myself onto his arm. I got some mud on me, but I could always wash that off later…

"Don't call me that."

"Love you too Hee-chan."

In my field of paper flowers
And candy clouds of lullaby
I lie inside myself for hours
And watch my purple sky fly over me

Unknown to Heero, I slipped an envelope I found in his pocket.

This ends this chapter. –pulls tissue out-

Next chapter: Two to go.

BEWARE. I AM A ULTRA ANGSTY AUTHOR.

Duo: -put up a sign in front of my cage that says 'Don't pet the mental patient'-

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JA NE.