Will you give me one wish?
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Gundam Wing/AC › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
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2,216
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6
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Chapter 4
Title: Will you give me one wish?
Author: Mad Hatter
Pairings: 1+R, 1+2, 3+4+5
Gene: sad, but will get better soon, revival.
Disclaimers: G-Boys don't belong to me, please no suing.
Notes: This Fic is one of my many strange ones...there is something missing from it...Reviews would be nice.
It has been almost 2 months now and Heero has wasted away into almost nothing but a shell of his outer reflection. He didn't talk to anyone; the only thing he asked for was to be left alone so that he may sleep. There were times when Heero would ask for drugs that would keep him asleep for the longest time possible, but with the condition his body was in, there was no way Heero would even handle the drugs.
It has been not that long ago that they had buried Duo's body. It was hard on Heero. He wouldn't stop crying. He had to be hauled out of the ceremony for in the middle of it, Herro jumped down into the grave and laid on top of Duo's coffin crying. It was a devastating sight to see the once strong proud solider reduced to nothing more then a child who's dreams have been shattered.
And so brings them to 2 months later where Heero has not improved at all. Relena made daily visits but then Heero would lock the door when he hears here arrival and would tell her to go away. It was as if having Relena in the room with him was cheating on Duo. There was not a second in Heero's mind that was not filled with Duo's smile, his laughter, his warmth, his love and his presence.
Today was no different to Heero, his activities were the same, but then he felt as if there was something wrong when he went to sleep. There was no vision on Duo at all. Heero started to panic.
Normally Heero would always welcome his dream because he gets to see Duo, hold him in his arms and never let go of the braided boy until he was awoken by Quatre or one of his other friends. Heero knew that he was being difficult, but then he once told Quatre how he would feel if Trowa or Wufei, his lovers, had died wrapped in his arms, how would he feel.
Quatre just stood there shocked. A tear slid down his pale cheek. That was the answer that Heero needed. He gave a small smile to Quatre and walked to his room, but before he entered he turned around to face Quatre one more time and said, "It hurts much more when you haven't told the one you love that you love them before they died." And with that Heero walked into his room and closed the door.
That was one month and 3 weeks ago. Today, Heero didn't see Duo, there was only black. There was no scratchy voice, no mist. Only emptiness; has he forgotten what Duo looked like? Has it been too long? 'Where are you Duo?' Heero said in his dream. 'Duo? Where are you? I haven't forgotten about you! I sleep, I sleep everyday just to see you in my dreams! Where are you DUO!' Heero shouted into the dark void, tears streaming down his face. If fate could be crueler, they won't even allow him to see his beloved in dreams. Heero crumpled. He had no reason to live anymore. Duo was forever lost to his grasp. If only he told Duo sooner, if only he noticed it sooner, if only he took up on Duo's offer to live together as roommates, if only...if only Duo didn't die...
Heero woke up with a jolt. The cracking of thunder could be heard and the rage of the rain pounding on the windows was heavy. Heero laid on the queen size bed looking up at the ceiling. He felt everything he had lived for start to melt away, his existence, his life, Heero wanted it to all end, but he knew that there was no easy way out. Quatre would be on him in zero seconds flat.
Heero had an uncomfortable feeling on his bladder. He had to use the bathroom. He got up to go, but he did not even take 3 steps before he tripped over something on the floor. Heero slowly turned around weakly and looked for whatever he tipped over.
There on the floor was a battered vanilla envelope. Heero picked up the envelope and sat on the bed, turning on the small dim table lamp next to his bed, he squinted at the letters on the envelope. In squiglly childish writing, it said 'To: the one with restless mornings and blistful nights' and on the bottom of the letter is said 'may this be your lucky day?.' Heero gave a snort at that.
Heero tunred the envelope around and began to open it. Once the envelop was open, there was nothing in it but a soil and a folded up letter. Heero opened the letter with care and began to read the strange note.
To: The one with restless mornings and once blistful nights,
As your body grow weaker, so does another
Your time has not come
As a gift
As a motivation
I give back what I took
Take care of it
Cherish your life with no more dreams
Only reality
From
The one who knows
Heero crumpled up the paper. Bull shit, one of the guys must have planted it. Heero went to stand up when suddenly a small cough was heard in his room. Heero turned around to the direction of the cough and froze. There was somebody on his bed underneath all the sheets. Was that person there before? Was he that oblivious that his skills have not detected that he was sleeping with someone else in his bed.
Heero was pissed. It was enough of Quatre and his lovers games. It was enough that they felt sorry for him that Duo was gone, but then they had to play mind games. These games that make him feel duller, angrier, weaker...
Heero took hold of the sheets and yanked them off the bed uncovering the person that was underneath, but what Heero saw made him freeze...no, it couldn't be...but right in front of his eyes laid Duo. Sleeping, breathing Duo. The last thing Heero knew was the welcoming darkness.
Author: Mad Hatter
Pairings: 1+R, 1+2, 3+4+5
Gene: sad, but will get better soon, revival.
Disclaimers: G-Boys don't belong to me, please no suing.
Notes: This Fic is one of my many strange ones...there is something missing from it...Reviews would be nice.
It has been almost 2 months now and Heero has wasted away into almost nothing but a shell of his outer reflection. He didn't talk to anyone; the only thing he asked for was to be left alone so that he may sleep. There were times when Heero would ask for drugs that would keep him asleep for the longest time possible, but with the condition his body was in, there was no way Heero would even handle the drugs.
It has been not that long ago that they had buried Duo's body. It was hard on Heero. He wouldn't stop crying. He had to be hauled out of the ceremony for in the middle of it, Herro jumped down into the grave and laid on top of Duo's coffin crying. It was a devastating sight to see the once strong proud solider reduced to nothing more then a child who's dreams have been shattered.
And so brings them to 2 months later where Heero has not improved at all. Relena made daily visits but then Heero would lock the door when he hears here arrival and would tell her to go away. It was as if having Relena in the room with him was cheating on Duo. There was not a second in Heero's mind that was not filled with Duo's smile, his laughter, his warmth, his love and his presence.
Today was no different to Heero, his activities were the same, but then he felt as if there was something wrong when he went to sleep. There was no vision on Duo at all. Heero started to panic.
Normally Heero would always welcome his dream because he gets to see Duo, hold him in his arms and never let go of the braided boy until he was awoken by Quatre or one of his other friends. Heero knew that he was being difficult, but then he once told Quatre how he would feel if Trowa or Wufei, his lovers, had died wrapped in his arms, how would he feel.
Quatre just stood there shocked. A tear slid down his pale cheek. That was the answer that Heero needed. He gave a small smile to Quatre and walked to his room, but before he entered he turned around to face Quatre one more time and said, "It hurts much more when you haven't told the one you love that you love them before they died." And with that Heero walked into his room and closed the door.
That was one month and 3 weeks ago. Today, Heero didn't see Duo, there was only black. There was no scratchy voice, no mist. Only emptiness; has he forgotten what Duo looked like? Has it been too long? 'Where are you Duo?' Heero said in his dream. 'Duo? Where are you? I haven't forgotten about you! I sleep, I sleep everyday just to see you in my dreams! Where are you DUO!' Heero shouted into the dark void, tears streaming down his face. If fate could be crueler, they won't even allow him to see his beloved in dreams. Heero crumpled. He had no reason to live anymore. Duo was forever lost to his grasp. If only he told Duo sooner, if only he noticed it sooner, if only he took up on Duo's offer to live together as roommates, if only...if only Duo didn't die...
Heero woke up with a jolt. The cracking of thunder could be heard and the rage of the rain pounding on the windows was heavy. Heero laid on the queen size bed looking up at the ceiling. He felt everything he had lived for start to melt away, his existence, his life, Heero wanted it to all end, but he knew that there was no easy way out. Quatre would be on him in zero seconds flat.
Heero had an uncomfortable feeling on his bladder. He had to use the bathroom. He got up to go, but he did not even take 3 steps before he tripped over something on the floor. Heero slowly turned around weakly and looked for whatever he tipped over.
There on the floor was a battered vanilla envelope. Heero picked up the envelope and sat on the bed, turning on the small dim table lamp next to his bed, he squinted at the letters on the envelope. In squiglly childish writing, it said 'To: the one with restless mornings and blistful nights' and on the bottom of the letter is said 'may this be your lucky day?.' Heero gave a snort at that.
Heero tunred the envelope around and began to open it. Once the envelop was open, there was nothing in it but a soil and a folded up letter. Heero opened the letter with care and began to read the strange note.
To: The one with restless mornings and once blistful nights,
As your body grow weaker, so does another
Your time has not come
As a gift
As a motivation
I give back what I took
Take care of it
Cherish your life with no more dreams
Only reality
From
The one who knows
Heero crumpled up the paper. Bull shit, one of the guys must have planted it. Heero went to stand up when suddenly a small cough was heard in his room. Heero turned around to the direction of the cough and froze. There was somebody on his bed underneath all the sheets. Was that person there before? Was he that oblivious that his skills have not detected that he was sleeping with someone else in his bed.
Heero was pissed. It was enough of Quatre and his lovers games. It was enough that they felt sorry for him that Duo was gone, but then they had to play mind games. These games that make him feel duller, angrier, weaker...
Heero took hold of the sheets and yanked them off the bed uncovering the person that was underneath, but what Heero saw made him freeze...no, it couldn't be...but right in front of his eyes laid Duo. Sleeping, breathing Duo. The last thing Heero knew was the welcoming darkness.