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"Burn"Written By: Jo Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. Have nothing.
I write for the fun of it. Warnings: Angst, sad, dark, suicide, death fic Pairings: Implied past 1x2, 3x4 and 5xS mentioned Summary: It is sort of like being burnt, the torment of being left behind.
Burn
Like we do down here.... He could barely feel the freezing drizzle coming down like a sorrowful veil. He moved steadily up hill, side stepping muddy puddles here and there, pulled by an invisible force. He's dressed head to toe in black, a long trench coat sheltering him from the merciless rain. He held a bouquet of roses in one hand while the other hand shoved deep into the coat pocket. He finally came to a halt when he reached a tiny grave where a stone angel stood watch. He bent down and placed the bouquet of roses on the little girl's grave. She would have been a teenager now had she lived. Teenage girls appreciate roses, don't they? "Take care of my buddy here will ya, Elise?" He spoke softly, as if he'd wake her from eternal slumber had he spoken any louder. Straightening up, he flicked a raindrop from the angel's cheek. He didn't know the little girl when she was alive but he had visited enough that he feels like he knows her now. Slowly he made his way to the grave next to Elise's. He knelt down in front of the grave; oblivious to the puddle his knees had landed in. Reaching out with a finger, he traced longingly the outline of a pair of wings on the headstone. "Hey buddy, how ya doing over there huh?" He whispered, hands drew back and forth, caressing the smooth surface of the black granite before getting off his knees and settling down next to the grave. "Quatre and Trowa are daddy's now ya know. They adopted a little girl, blonde as Qat, beautiful blue eyes. Trowa is a stay at home dad now. Isn't that weird? I gave him a frilly pink apron the last day of his active duty," Duo chuckled at the memory. "I don't think he wears it around the kitchen though." He tipped his head towards the grave, as if waiting for an answer. "Qat threw a big bash for my birthday. We were drunk by nine. A bunch of old guys....couldn't hold our drinks anymore," he smirked. "Wufei is doing great. He wouldn't admit it but he makes a hell of a trainer for the new recruits. The limp is hardly noticeable now ya know. I think he and Sally are planning on marrying in spring," he paused. "She's good for him," his expression pained. "Quatre set me up on a blind date last week. Nice guy. I was so nervous I dropped meatballs on myself and spilled wine on him. He didn't even wince once!" He smiled slightly. Drawing a deep breath he continued. "He tried to kiss me when he took me home. I..I panicked. I think I decked him and slammed the door in his face," he rubbed his face tiredly. "Didn't take long for Quatre to drive over and fussed over me." "He's just not...not you, ya know." He stopped, feeling the tightness in his chest. "God Heero, it's been two years!" He muttered softly. "I wished I was there ya know. I should have been there," his voice suddenly grew heavy, laden with regrets. "You didn't listen to Wufei, you might have listened to me! You would have!" He slammed his fist into the ground. He wanted, needed to believe. "It was my fault!" He felt his control slipping rapidly. His breath caught in tiny hiccups. Regrets rushed through him like a furious river. "I was walking down Main the other day. I thought...I thought I heard someone called me...the secret name you used to call me," he choked back a sob. "I didn't know what I was doing until Quatre came and got me. He said I was sitting on the sidewalk, crying like a baby." "Qat is a great friend ya know." "I finally moved back into our bedroom. Your clothes are still in the dresser. Just like before. I wouldn't let Qat touch them," he shifted slightly. "I have been sleeping on your side of the bed. I ...I can't smell you on the sheets anymore though," he felt tears stinging his eyes. "God Heero! This is so hard," he whispered fiercely, his voice horsed with emotion. He turned to face the headstone, his eyes tracing slowly the line of text engraved sharply into the cold surface. 'Heero Yuy, beloved friend, partner, lover' "I can't do this anymore," he let out an exasperated cry. His body slumped forward and his head came to rest on the headstone. All of his strength seemed to have drained out of him. He remained still for a while before pressing a kiss to the headstone. "Forgive me," he stood abruptly and left without looking back. ...will we burn in heaven. like we do down here.. It was on the news the next day. Preventer agent found dead in a locked car by the pier. He had a smile on his face and an old picture clutched tightly in his hand. Foul play not suspected. End notes: This fic referenced the song "Witness"
by Sarah McLachlan at the beginning and the end.
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