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"Far too Young to Die"Written By: Miss Murdered Disclaimer: I don't own the GW characters - am just borrowing to torment for my amusement Rating: NC 17 Warnings: implied m/m sexual relations, death
fic that isn't a death fic (bear with me peeps) mission related violence
and gore, angst, language, eventual sap Pairings: 1x2x1 Summary: Four times Duo saw Heero die. Four times he bled in his arms. And four times Duo tried to stop it. But after living the day of his nightmares, over and over again, can Duo find a way to stop it and save Heero Yuy? A/N: Please suspend belief for this scenario…
I am not going to explain "why" Duo is repeating his day
– let's just say karma's kicking his ass for all that mass murdering,
okay?! Inspired by the song Far too Young to Die by Panic! At the
Disco.
"Far too Young to Die "
Epilogue I thought I'd wake up to the sound of the damn wake-up call, harsh and loud and repeat the day again, even though I did remember the last time it had ended up with me being dead. So you know, it was surprising when I woke up and I felt something different, heard something different and realised I wasn't in my bunk. The sound was breathing, Heero's breathing I figured as there was a warm body pressed to my side, so hot and I was tempted to damn complain but then he felt so solid, reassuring, firm and fucking real that I was not gonna make him move for a little comfort. For being a little hot. It felt like the least of my worries. His head was resting on my shoulder, my skin was bare and his hair, that thick coarse gorgeous hair that I loved to run my fingers through was tickling at my jaw and throat. He felt good and I didn't wanna move as I wondered a few things. Maybe I was dead and this was heaven or something. But then I figured that I didn't believe in any of that shit and really, me, Duo Maxwell, Shinigami, badass? Was I really gonna go to heaven? So I hadda be alive. So that was reassuring. But then also I was in pain. Mucho pain. Like across my stomach and my legs and moving a little was a pain that made me grind me teeth and tense. And Heero woke up, my teeny tiny movements alerting him to the fact I was awake. It was good when he moved as he'd been hot but then as soon as his skin left direct contact with my own, I ached, you know, and I was dragging him back towards me with a neediness that was so damn out of character for me. Okay, get me horny and I'll be needy but this wasn't that kinda lusty sexy need, this was a need for just the physical presence of someone else and that, that was not something I did but right now, I wanted it. I fucking needed it and Heero complied, lying down right back where he'd been but not before he brushed my cheek with his lips in an affectionate little kiss that made me all tingly. See, didn't need to get me all hot and horny for me to be a big pile of goo. "How do you feel?" he asked and I snickered. "Like we need to get the number plate of the Gundam that ran over me." He didn't laugh, not that I expected him to, as you know, he was very often a complete humour free zone but then I guessed what shit he'd been through the last few hours so shit, I could sympathise. "I thought I'd lost you," he said and I reached for his hand, finding it, the callouses and I linked our fingers together as this time, nope, neither of us were going anywhere. "Don't think like that." I didn't want him to. I didn't want him to think like I'd had to. See what I'd had to and shit, not now, when I was in a hospital bed, when he was laid next to me, half hanging off it but not giving a shit so we could be close together. It was kinda sweet even though he could sleep wherever, part of his robotic automaton shit and I wasn't going to let this good feeling go. Despite the pain I was in. "They let you stay?" He made a noise that resembled a grunt. A dismissive grunt. "We in trouble?" I heard his voice, low and husky in my ear and I closed my eyes, listening to him. "When you came back... you were almost dead. You'd lost a lot of blood and I... demanded to stay with you...and Deckard wanted me sedated so I threatened him." I chuckled. "Threatened him?" "Yeah." "How?" "With a slow and painful death." The image in my head of Heero staring down our commander and not giving a shit was amusing me - maybe he even pushed him up against a wall, tried to cut off his air supply, something overly dramatic but whatever, I was wanting to laugh hard but I guessed that wasn't an option with the pain radiating in my body. So I made a low "hmm" sound in my throat to confirm I understood. "And?" I pressed. "I may no longer be a Preventer." The idea of that made me smile and I knew he couldn't see it but after all this I was not going back in the field and I was not going to battle and fight for a peace I'd already fought for. I wanted a new life, a different life as I was too damn young to die. And I was too damn young to watch the man I loved die so yeah, I sighed, letting a deep breath out. "Then I guess I quit too." He was about to say something as he'd moved and I could feel his face inches away from mine and I opened my eyes to meet his and I shook my head, raised my fingers to his face, brushing away his hair from those gorgeous fucking eyes and I looked at him all serious. "I'm not gonna stay in this organisation where people suspect us of being crazy, where nobody respects us and we could die as I've fought my war and shit... I want a chance at life, Heero, life with you. I think we're too young to die in some battlefield we don't give a fuck about." His answer was a curt nod and then our lips met, the kiss slow and full of some emotion that I guess neither of us were damn comfortable with as when we stopped, I looked away and so did he, me looking down to where I was injured and him looking towards the wall. He turned after a moment. "Ethan wanted to know..." "Huh?" "How you knew they were going to ambush your team... he said you were acting weird." I frowned, looked up at the ceiling as I didn't want to lie directly to his face and how did I explain that I'd see him die four times, that I'd felt life leave his body and through that I realised I wanted something more from life than fighting and struggling? So instead I just gave him a wink. "Call it a hunch." Heero didn't look satisfied with that answer but I yawned, the exhaustion of whatever drugs and the pain making me damn drowsy and I reached for him again. "I need sleep, 'Ro." And he laid back down beside me in the most uncomfortable fucking position and he was too hot and his hand aggravated by damn wound where it sat across my body but I didn't care as he was alive and he was mine. "I love you, asshole," I said, a little smirk on my face. "Love you too, idiot," was his response. It was hardly the most affectionate shit but I didn't care as I started to fall asleep next to him, feeling his skin against mine, so damn perfect and after seeing him die so many times, I swore never to let that happen again and be always by his side. And with those nice thoughts, I guess I fell asleep, ready to wake up and start the rest of my life and not that motherfucking day again. A/N: Thanks for reading, as always. I have a few one-shots and maybe a few more drabbles in the Three of Us 'verse but I am not actively writing GW anymore so I'm just posting stuff that's been posted elsewhere/on my hard drive and then I will be "done!"
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