Author:Poephelia
Warnings: Strange dream sequences, disturbing visions...
Rating on this part: PG I would think, for weirdness & language
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing and I don't own Radiohead's "Creep".
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Whatever Makes You Happy
Heero slipped back into his hazy dreams, the seatbelt clicking home resonating between his ears and manifesting itself within his hallucination. The floor swam beyond his feet, but he could just make out a shape. He shifted to the left�and the figure moved with him. He shifted to the right�and was followed once more. He laughed and the hollow sound bounced around in his head, attacking him from all directions. Heero leaned closer to the floating image and finally understood he was staring back at himself. He tried to blink away the lethargy that had settled over him in the last several moments, but it only grew thicker.
He watched himself in the bathroom mirror. Watched as a most vindictive smile spread its way across his face. Watched as his hand raised itself and rested the silver plated Glock 22 to his right temple.
Heero panicked inside as his finger began to squeeze the trigger. And then all at once he felt as if it was meant to be. He closed his eyes and resigned himself to the fact that nothing in this world was permanent. He was fully ready to accept his fate, even at his own hand, when out of nowhere his voice whispered in his ear. �You think you deserve to die?� Heero�s grip on the gun suddenly grew shaky. His lower lip trembled back at him from an ultra-glazed perspective.
I don�t care if it hurts
I wanna have control
Heero reached out and forcibly removed his right hand from his temple. The Glock hung loosely at his side, brushing his leg in a somewhat friendly manner. The figure in the mirror stared at Heero, blinked at him�and then began to laugh. The sound was harsh, shrill; annoyingly cynical�it almost drove him mad.
Without much thought but to silence the noise, Heero raised his hand and fired at the mirror. The image disappeared as the soft �click� of an empty chamber resounded off of the mirror.
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
Heero dropped the gun and it landed noiselessly on the tile floor, bouncing once. His vision was still blurred, but his hearing was intact. He closed his eyes and listened, because that seemed to be all that he could do. A breeze wafted through the small room. It seemed to sigh a request. �wake up heero.� A frantic whispered breath against his ear jolted his eyes open. �Wake up, Heero.� He whirled around to face whoever had spoken to him. The door slammed shut in front of him as he was walking out of the bathroom, trapping him inside. �Wake Up Heero!� More urgent, more desperate. Heero spun once more and faced the mirror.
Duo stared back at him. Heero was perplexed at first and just stood there, watching the fuzzy image on the other side of the mirror grow closer. Duo was running towards him. At the last second, Duo leaped through the glass, shattering it, and landed in front of Heero. Terrified, Heero backed against the door, followed by a stoic Duo.
Duo�s eyes flashed as he pinned Heero against the door, one hand against his forehead, one hand against his shoulder. The silent man gently turned his hand over against Heero�s forehead and, with one cold finger, traced the side of his face. Heero swallowed and took in a deep breath. Duo blinked and smiled a bit, then leaned down towards Heero. Heero closed his eyes, anticipating the warmth of Duo�s lips against his own. But what came was an unexpected sensation against his ear. Warm breath poured over his skin, sending shivers up his spine. �wakeupheero� Very quickly uttered, but with distant urgency.
Heero�s eyes popped open at last, revealing a warm and concerned face, surrounded by ceiling. A moment of silence permeated the air, and then that whispering seemed to fill his head again. He clasped his hands against his ears and closed his eyes to stop it, but it raged on inside his head.
�Jesus�� Duo muttered to himself as he tried to pry Heero�s hands away from his ears. �Hey, calm down Heero. Please.� Heero relaxed in Duo�s grip and let himself be placated. Duo placed his hand against Heero�s forehead, which was still burning hot, and jumped a bit when Heero�s eyes came open suddenly and rested on his face.
Heero�s hand clasped Duo�s, turning it over so that the palm of Duo�s small hand rested gently on the slightly sweaty forehead. �You don�t deserve to die�� he mumbled before drifting off once more.
Duo stood, utterly perplexed, and let his hand slip languidly off of the sleeping man�s forehead. Heero must be having some very strange nightmares. Duo sighed and thought he�d made the right decision to bring his drunken friend to his house instead of leaving Heero alone in an empty house.
Duo started to go to the kitchen to get a cold washcloth, but thought better of it and knelt once more by Heero�s side. His eyes searched the still youthful face of a man who was lost in so violent a slumber. Pale, sweat spackled skin sparkled beneath the oddly dim fluorescent light above them. Heero�s breathing was somewhat labored, his eyes tracing paths on the back of their lids; evidence of REM.
Duo clasped the clammy hand that had once been so steady in battle and raised it to his lips. The smell of alcohol was very strong and made Duo shudder to think of the vast quantity now traveling under the flawless skin with every heart beat. Grudgingly, Duo left Heero�s bedside and tiptoed to the kitchen to fetch what he had been after not ten minutes ago.
Heero watched sadly as Duo stepped away from him, boots making no sound as they scratched the glass deep into the tile surface. Heero, barefoot, calmly closed the distance between the two of them and simply stood there, staring into those eyes which so resembled the Duo he knew. A lifetime of memories flooded him. His lifetime�only a year. One year of freedom�and he had regretted every moment of it.
I want you to notice
When I�m not around
You�re so fucking special
I wish I was special
Blinking once, Duo turned away and started walking back towards the shattered mirror and disappeared all at once. Heero studied the shards at his feet. Violet eyes looked searchingly up and through his. He picked one of the shards up; barely noticing the deep cut it made on his thumb and stared back.
But I�m a creep
I�m a weirdo
The image vanished, along with Heero, into a black stream of consciousness that ran clear and cold�and oddly enough, refreshing.