| Title: With You By: OmegaWolf Series: Gundam Wing Pairing: ZechsxTreize, TreizexWufei Warnings: Very old! Suicide, angsty, blood, songfic, set at the end of GW Song: With You by Linkin Park ~*I woke up in a dream today To the cold of the static And put my cold feet on the floor*~ I awoke to a new dawn, a new day. My bed was huge, but empty and cold and I longed for the warmth that I took for granted so many times before. Bared to the world, I pad to the bathroom, the beauty of space and the stars shining my dead eyes and cold heart. ~*Forgot all about yesterday Remembering I'm pretending to be where I'm not anymore*~ Looking in the bathroom mirror, I don't reconize the face that stares back at me. Am I Milliardo Peacecraft, Zechs Marquise, or...what? My eyes, ice blue, the color of life as he used to say, stared back at me with all the lifeness of gundainium. My mane of hair is tangled, matted, and a mess. 'No way for a prince to look now is it?' I think ruefulley and a smile quirks the corner of my mouth. It's not one of humor but wry bitterness. I closed my eyes and thought of the feilds that I used to play in in my youth, running wild and free, ignorant to the turmoils of the world. I think of the way that he looked, indigo eyes smiling in a challenge, whether it be fencing, shooting, or... But I won, I always won. "Trieze..." I'm anything but a prince. ~*A little taste of hypocrisy And I'm left in the wake of the mistake slow to react*~ I used to say that you killed without heart or meaning. I remember we used to debate it till late in the night until you sealed the argument with a kiss. Now look at what I'm doing; starting this war, using people as meer pawns... I wonder if it's all a mistake, if I'm wrong, whether this will do any good at all. Whether this will stop the evil of war that has been waged on Earth and space. I wonder... ~*Even though you're so close to me You're still so distant And I can't bring you back*~ I can see the reflection of your forces Treize. I can see them in my bathroom mirror. Can you see mine? Are you doing the same thing I am? Are you looking back to the times where I held you in my arms, your prince and protector? All the times that you said I lo-- My fist shot out before I could stop it, shattering the mirror, thick slivers of glass embedded in my skin. Deep red blood ran down my fingers on to the prinstine white tile of the sink and I slowly began to remove the shards. 'This very blood used to belong to you, Trieze, just as yours belonged to me...why does it have to be like this?...' Next |