The Shadow and the Spark
Part two and epilogue

by quicksylver

This is a continuation from Heero's p.o.v.
Shounen ai, some language.

Enjoy!

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Heero frowned; typing up the mission log was taking longer than usual. The mission had not been that long to execute but had been intense and difficult. He blinked painfully from staring to intently at the glowing screen and shook his head. His body was screaming for rest and his head had recently joined the protest. He had to get this done quickly; he was running on fumes.

The intensity of the mission had gotten his juices flowing but now they were down to a mere trickle.A low groan caught his attention. Duo lay sprawled over the dorm room bed, fully clothed. He sat back in the hard wooden chair and watched as the Shinigami pilot's hair ruffled every time the wind blew through the open window. Duo 's braid was coming loose and was limp with sweat; strands of hair around his face were slicked down with perspiration that glistened over his heart shaped face. Heero half smiled. Dirt smeared and sweaty, Duo was still beautiful.

Heero's back complained as he turned back toward the laptop. The report wasn't finished, not even half way through. His mind refused to think as he rested his hands on the keyboard. If he didn't rest soon he was going to pass out.

"Fuck it." He stated simply, closing the laptop with a loud click.

With childlike desperation he flung himself onto the small bed, to tired to even toe off his shoes. His aim was off ending with him hanging slightly off the side of the bed frame but he was to whipped to make any adjustments. Sleep came to him like cool water, holding him in its silky smoothness. Dark blues and aquamarine-coloured shards of sunlight became his world. He sighed and surrendered to the crystal depths, his conscience mind in shut sown mode. But as he went deeper and the sunlight began to fade a voice punctured his psyche.

"Wake up boy!" it said. Heero started and grasped towards the water's surface.

The voice was familiar and spread though his body like sonar. The moment he broke through to the surface he found himself on a deserted beach. The view was breathtaking. The spotless white sand went on for miles diving into the endless rolling turquoise sea. The foliage was a colour beyond green and swayed in the crisp cool breeze. Heero looked around lazily; his mind still fogged with sleep.

A warm hand rested on his shoulder and he jumped away quickly, his body instinctively ready to defend itself. The hand belonged to a tall, middle aged man with brown hair and dark tanned skin. He smiled at Heero, the laugh lines around his eyes deepening

"I taught you well Heero," he said, chuckling at the look of shock registered briefly on Heero's face.

"Odin" the wing pilot stated indifferently after quickly gathering his strewn wits.

The man raised an eyebrow. "Quick recovery time too I see." He said, turning to walk down the stretch of beautiful white sand.

Heero looked around, scanning his new surroundings. Where was he? Was this a dream? Odin Lowe had been dead for years but the man making his way down the beach was very much alive. Or was he?  Heero's mind was swirling with questions so he trotted after Odin in search of answers. When he finally caught up to the man, he looked him over carefully. Time had been good to the former assassin. He was dressed in all white with his normally cropped short hair growing wildly. His face was tanned and healthy, his eyes bright and laughing. This was not the no-nonsense Odin he had once trained under. The man who never smiled except when killing, always sombre and calculating. Who was this man?

"I bet you're wondering who I am " Odin smirked, "not the same man you remember eh?" 

He shook his head knowingly at the boy's silence.  "Never one to talk eh?" he rambled on, "Guess that's part of why I trained you... no time wasted in talking."

"Where are we?"  Heero demanded, again scanning the area with sharp eyes.

Odin tipped his head to one side. "Don't you know boy?"

He frowned at Heero's negative response.

"You're in the Dreamscape boy, your sub-conscience dreamscape. What's deep inside that steel trap you have for a brain"

"Sub-conscience?" Heero looked around then down at the fine white sand that clung to his shoe. " So I'm dreaming...Why the beach then?"

"I actually don't know boy" Odin slapped him on the back, " the sub-conscience world is a strange one. I always liked the beach myself.  But enough of that... to the business at hand."

"Business at hand?" Heero echoed.

Odin laughed... a hearty booming laugh that echoed down the beach."Yes, you think I just came here on vacation or something? Time is of the essence boy."

Odin slung an arm over Heero's shoulder and guided him down the beach."Let's talk about this Duo Maxwell shall we?"

Heero froze but Odin gently pulled him along."How did you..."

"How did I know?" the man chuckled, " let's just say that feelings you two have for each other ain't no pot 'o' beans you know."

Heero gasped. Feelings you two have for each other? Did he say that? Does Duo feel the same? All the feeling that he struggled with over the Shinigami pilot, the blinding desire mixed with the gripping fear of the unknown. He was confused and he didn't like being confused.

"You two are destined for one another... it's fate." Odin stated.

"But Dr. J taught me not to believe in such ideas as fate and luck" Heero countered.

" Dr. J is an old fart" Odin snorted, "I should have never left you with that senile bastard."

Heero frowned as Odin turned to face him. "Boy... what you and that Maxwell boy have is special and important. You need each other, especially now... during all the fighting and hatred. You're like two halves of a whole. Your fates run along the same stream, they're intertwined. You can't fight it. You'll be drawn to him with or without the war. Fighting it will only be putting off the inevitable."

"Does Duo ...lo...love me?" Heero fumbled.

Odin sighed." Honestly... I don't know" Heero turned away but Odin quickly ran damage control

."... But what I do know is that whatever he feels, it's strong. He's the shadow to your spark. One can't be without the other. No darkness without the light." Odin pulled Heero into a quick hug.

"I have to go now...remember what I said boy." he then turned away and started toward the palm trees.

Heero grabbed his wrist."That's all you going to tell me? I need to know, I don't understand. Don't go." he pleaded.

The man patted Heero's hand comfortingly. "I can't stay boy, you'll have to figure this out yourself... but you were always good at that sort of thing. That's why I chose you."

He disappeared and Heero sat on the sand heavily. This was so confusing... and frightening. For the first time he could remember he was completely in the dark. The dark... The shadow...Duo... he and Duo were meant for each other. Did he believe in fate? Were they really connected? He didn't know... He just didn't know.He lay back on the sand and looked into the sun. Just then a bright light flashed and he found himself back in the dorm room. 

The chill morning air washed over his scantily clad frame as he blinked sleepily.  He looked across the room. Duo was still asleep, a little smile playing on the corners of his mouth ever now and then. As he stared at the sleeping pilot Odin's words echoed through his mind. It was destiny, the darkness and the light. He smiled serenely as he drifted off into a dreamless slumber. Just this once... he would accept what fate had in store.

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A petit, velvet clad figure materialized next to where the white robed Odin sat in the astral plane. The shadowed figure smiled as the man waved him to sit.  Odin looked to the boy and grinned.

"How was that? Good ne?"

The boy smiled slyly. "Yes...but..."

"But what?" Odin frowned.

"You just had to steal my line didn't you?" the boy raised a delicate eyebrow.

The man laughed outright at the boy's playful accusation.

"Got the job done though...didn't I? " he stated."

I guess." Death admitted.

They both laughed; pleased at a mission well accomplished.

I don't know if i'll write anymore to this but if you want to see more, mail me and i'll set you up ok?

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