Inevitable End

Vastulja Sata Menton

Part Two

Heero pumped Duo's chest, willing his comrade to live. As he did so, Trowa breathed into the dying teens mouth. The CPR continued as Wufei and Quatre stopped the bleeding. There was a tense silence as they struggled to save Duo's life. Quatre held back tears as Heero and Trowa fought to bring life back into the lifeless body. Time passed, and it was soon clear that they truly had been too late. Their efforts had been futile. Even as Trowa stopped, Heero continued. Only when Wufei pulled him away did all effort end.

"It's over Heero. We were too late." Wufei admitted. Quatre broke out in tears, leaving on Trowa for support. Heero shook his head, not wanting to admit the truth that lay before him. No one moved, even despite the fact that they were all covered in their dead friends blood.

"It's not fair," Heero finally spoke, staring at Duo's lifeless body.

"I know." Wufei placed a hand on Heero's shoulder and gently squeezed.

"It-it's not fair." Heero ground out, clenching his fists at his side.

"Heero…" There was worry and fear in Wufei's voice. He tightened his grip on his comrade's shoulder.

Heero shook his head before storming out of the kitchen. Wufei followed, unsure as to what was going though his comrade's mind. It couldn't have been good considering the fact that the Wing pilot was headed in the direction of the Gundams. The onyx eyed teen caught up with Heero just before he was able to leave the safe house. Wufei grabbed him and pulled him back, pushing him against the wall.

"No, Heero. You can't just run off and do something stupid and get yourself killed. That's not going to do anything!" Wufei exclaimed. Heero glared at his friend before he looked away, shaking his head. He knew that Wufei was right, but he was unsure what else to do. They had just lost a comrade. No, he was more than a comrade. To all of them. He was a friend and a brother. The war was hardly over and now they were one short. But these were not the only things going though Heero or Wufei's mind. The pain and agony about the fact that they had just lost someone that they both loved deep down inside of their hearts was playing over and over in their minds. One of the only people in their lives that they actually cared about had gone and killed himself. How did one deal with that, especially when in all reality one only had four people that they cared about to begin with?

"So what are we supposed to do then, Chang?" Heero hissed, fighting to control his emotions.

"I…I don't know. I never thought that it would have come to this." Wufei admitted, avoiding looking at the blood that was still on his hands. He was hurt just as much as Heero. Though they would never admit just how much pain they were going through, they could both see it in each other's eyes. They had both loved him, more than a friend or a brother. But it was too late, and their love could not be shared or shown.

"We continue on until the end of the war." Trowa's voice startled both men and they turned to see him standing in the hallway. "If not for the colonies or peace, then for Duo." The two men nodded in agreement. They would finish what they had started, but for their own reasons now.

Owari?

AN: I honestly don't know if I'm going to continue with this. I don't think that I will. I mean, I could. But…I can't think of anything that'll really go. I mean, I could write a chapter about after the war, and stuff like that. Ya know, I think I will. Owari no more. One more chapter. I promise. (Ya know…I make these promises and then I usually regret them later.)