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Genre: Uh...
Rating: *blinks* PG-13
Warnings: There's warnings? Ok, language... angst... episode
spoiler.
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Aim: MairWS
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I don't remember how I left the battle. My screen wasn't working, I had bruises all over and I just watched someone I love go boom.
He didn't know it of course. I have this slightly irrational fear that everyone I love dies. Some irrational fear huh? One that comes true? Right.
I remember cursing Une, then having this old dude pop up on the screens. I looked around at the others and none of them were reacting to this. I thought. Then I noticed the hatch on Wing opening. I think I said something. I can't remember. I just remember watching as he mock saluted... and then the glow... and the boom.
He flew. I saw him bounce on the ground. All I could see was his fall from the cliff, him in my sights, him falling, him bouncing, him not moving.
I don't remember anything else.
Quatre said Trowa picked up his body. We haven't heard anything. He hasn't even told Relena where he's being burried.
There's a difference... when... it's a mobile suit blowing up that's closed. In your head you know there was a person in there, you can hear their voice as they scream if you're patched into OZ coms. But you don't see them. That's different when you're in base instalations, doing an inside job. You still don't know the people you're knocking off. I try to avoid that though. A dead body is a lot harder to hide than one that's just out cold.
But seeing Heero... hit. God. There's one for the nightmares. I ... He was my partner. We went to school together. Played ball together. I tried to fuckin' humanize him a little and his fuckin' sense of screwed up honor and that pasty faced bastard from the screen killed him.
I love him. And I don't know when it started.
I know I realized it just as we left for that mission though. That's shit. Knowing that the one you love is going into a battle that -could- take them out and there's nothing you can do and you know it isn't the time to tell them. Now I'll never get the chance.
Yet another reason to not believe in God.
I don't even know how long it's been since that day. I know we've been here a while but I haven't been keeping track of the days. It's kinda hard to do when your heart feels like it's been ripped in half and your guts have been strung out to decorate the front of the safe house.
Note to self. Find Une, evicerate the cold hearted bitch. Take her guts out of her body and nail her to a cross in the desert just high enough that the hyena's have to jump to get at her but the vultures can reach. That and send electric shocks through her feet and spine.
Someone chicken shit enough to use the innocents in the colonies as living sheilds deserves a death fit for criminals.
A truck pulled up outside. I can hear it. A big one. Must be Trowa. Q mentioned he was stopping by to pick up some armaments.
Trowa... He... Nah... I don't want to. I want to. Grrr... Heero burried...
Someone's knocking on the door. Go away.
"Duo... Come down stairs. There's someone you should see."
I want to see Heero. Heero's dead.
"Come on Duo."
I don't want to go down stairs. There's no reason. None.
The sunlight's too bright. I don't want to be out-
"Heero?"
The figure on the passenger side of the truck open's the door. It looks like him. The hair... the face... the- the eyes. The eyes. Heero. Heero!
I could kiss him! Trowa pulled him through! He's alive! He's real! He's warm! He's making a slight face 'cause I'm wrapped right around his injuries! Ladies and Gentlemen, screw down time! Duo Maxwell, God of Death is back in business!
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