Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ I am your Beloved ❯ Is it real? ( Chapter 2 )

I am your Beloved
by Lady Dragon

Chapter 2

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Warning/Disclaimer: Do I really need to state this all over again?

He could feel it closing in on him, suffocating him stealing his last breathe
I'm so sorry!
But it was really to late for those words. Why hadn't he followed J's orders? Why did he allow his emotins to slip through his impenatrable mask? His vision was fading now, shouldn't his life be flashing before his eyes, ins't that what everyone said happened when you died?
He was suposed to see his life flash before his eyes, he was suposed to feel no pain and be greeted by a tunnel of white light with the image of a deceased loved one awaiting his arival. Blinking rapidly Heero pushed back the fresh wash of tears threatening to spill from his prussian orbs. He had been watching to many of Duo's B-Movies if he thought death would be that simple.
Duo.
What was he doing now?
It dosn't matter, he no longer cares, if ever he did.
I should have listened to Dr. J, I disobeyed direct orders, such actions warrant my elimination.
Slowly he closed his eyelids and patiently awaited the arival of death. For once he would not walk away, this time he had readily embraced death and there was no awe-struck Trowa to rescue him.


His eyes firmly shut tight one memory finally flashed before his vision, he smiled slightly as he felt the effect of the narcotics he had ingested, the pain of the memory temporarily forgotten.
J had given them to him to use should he ever be captured by an enemy and had no means of escape. What. So. Ever. Last Ditch pills is what one of J's assistants had called them, and they lived up to their name till the very end. The smile turned bitter then as he felt his heart slowing, instinctively he fought back. Like a mental slap the memory from earlier played back in his head, stilling his efforts at survial. And with one last convulsion he felt his heart slow painfully so before stopping completely. Pushing aside the painful memory of his revelation and Duo's cold rejection one last spiteful memory floated to him from the darkest recesses of his mind. A final insult to the day's incident, the only other memory he carried, the one that once served as his motivation his reason to fight, now nothing more than a final slap in the face; the last nail in the coffin. The remembrance of the fight to maintain his humanity, something that his mentor Odin Lowe had advised against. Only the memory of the real Heero Yuy and his ideals had in the end convinced Odin and J to allow him his humanity, a descision he now deeply regretted.

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Who the fuck made hallways so damn long and slippery, and who the hell made stairs so steep! Everything was against him, everything seemed to be trying to hinder his mission. His mission? Oi now he < i>sounded like Heero! Was that what Heero had become to him, a mission? What did this mission exactly entail anyway? To make him smile, yes that was his mission to bring a smile to the face of the stoic 01 pilot, to erase the pain from earlier to start anew, with Heero.
Something seemed to be chasing him, somewhere in the back of his mind he registered the fact that the others already disturbed by his silence and oh-so-not Duo-esque behavior where now completely and thoughly alarmed by his mad dash. Hell maybe Quat's weird lil kokoru un err chuchu err "space heart" picked something up, didn't matter though all that mattered was Heero.

Not even bothering to knock Duo used the full momentum of his dash to slam into the door barring his view of the tousle-haired youth completely knocking the door off its hinges. If Heero was okay he would probably have his head shot off for that particular stunt.

Empty. Save for the boy's ever-present lap top there was nothing in the room and no signs of the Asian youth who occupied it. He had been sitting in the kitchen surely he would have seen Heero walk by if he had left? Glancing fearfully at the window to make sure it was still locked and reasuring himself the boy wouldn't resort to jumping out the window to escape him, amethyst eyes fell on a single sheet of paper obvisouly printed out from the accursed lap top. Curiosity piqued he moved to read it, then thought better of it. If Heero returned to see him looking through his spartan belongings he could so kiss forgivness along with his ass goodbye.
"Maxwell! What are doing tearing through the house like some hormonal onna!"
"Wufei! Dont insult Duo like that, its not polite to call someone- Um Duo where's Heero?"
That would be Quatre he thought wrly had he not still been worked up, fear still twisting his stomache like some obscene oragami he might have laughed or made a joke of the whole ordeal, but something smacked of 'not right', 'danger', 'beware'.

Quatre had become alarmed as well. Neither of them had seen the Wing pilot exit the safe house and yet he wasn't standing there yelling at Duo's destruction of his door, for their dis-respect of his privacy. His stomache twisted again in fear and, resignition? Wufei had spotted the loose sheet of paper and moved to read it, while Trowa just stood in the middle of the room giving the effect of not being involved, of not even being there. Not wanting to be anywhere near Wufei when he read Heero's belongings Duo turned to leave but stopped dead in his tracks as he caught sight of what lay behind the slightly ajar bathroom door. At the same time Quatre saw it Duo was already racing forward, throwing the door open his mind argueing with his heart over what he had just seen.

He was just lying there. Stiller than he had ever seen the boy before. Even when at attention or when he just laid on his bed deep in sleep Heero had an air of stiffness to him, yet you knew he was alive even if you couldn't really make out the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. But this, this wasn't normal it wasn't right. Somehow he had dropped to his knees and now had Heero in his arms, rocking him whispering words of comfort it hadn't even begun to register yet that Heero was as responsive as a rock, and was becoming colder by the second. Urgent hands sought to pry him away from his Heero and he fought them off, not wanting to allow someon to take his beloved away.
"Duo no baka, let go! We might be able to still save him."
Wufei's calm yet authoritive voice broke through his momentary lapse and allowed him to push the shock away, at least momentarily. Numbly he wordlessly released his death grip on Heero and scooted back allowing Wufei to take charge over his heart.
"Trowa, med kit! Quatre, get Duo out of here."
"What! But-"
"You are a nusiance and a distraction. I have no time for children if I am to help Yuy."
Biting back a smart remark Duo allowed himself to be dragged away by Quatre, on their way out Trowa returned an over-sized medkit in his arms. Sparing a glance at his lover before turning to face him a cold emerald glare that gazed deeply into his own amethyst ones.
Hate.
A look that could have killed a thousand OZ soliders in less than a nano was trained solely on him before turning away and rushing to Wufei's side. Before Duo could even recover from the effect of the intensity of that particular gaze Quatre had pulled him out of the bedroom and had him already half way to the kitchen. How the little arab manged to pull them both down the stairs without either of them tripping was beyound his comprehension.
"Sit down Duo, I'll make us some tea" and with a gentle yet firm shove Quatre pushed him towards the table, to the very spot he had been sitting at just moments before. The chair he had been sitting at thinking only of himself while the Japanese pilot-
"Duo?"
Not even bothering to look into the arab's face Duo meekly took thr proferred mug of tea and idly toyed with the tea bag inside. He hadn't cried since the day OZ and the alliance had rained down on the orphanage, not since that day but now try as he might the tears came with such a force they drug choking sobs from deep within him.
"Duo, shh it'll be okay Heero's strong he'll be fine."

Slipping his arms around his friend's shoulders Quatre did the best he could to comfort his greif-stricken comrade. Truth be told Quatre couldn't understand what was going on. He had barely caught a glimpse of the Wing pilot before the others blocked his vision, protecting him from the sight of their immoble comrade but in that short glimpse he was certain there had been no tell-tale bruises no cuts no markings what so ever to account for the Japanese youth's lifeless form upon the bathroom floor. "What ever hapened to him must have been horrible" he thought "just horrible to strike him down, to strike Heero down."

The blonde's thoughts were intrupted by the brusque and rapid aproach of footsteps. Turning he saw Wufei enter shadowed by Trowa, a single white print-out clutched tightly in his fist. He was aware of Duo shifting trying to decipher whether or not the news was good, but all Quatre could focus on was the look of sheer grief hidden deep within his love's eyes. Grief and something akin to resentment? Hatred? He couldn't be sure. So focused was he on the look upon the banged pilot that he completely missed the angry growl that emented from Wufei's throat as he lept at Duo. It all happened to fast one minute he was sitting at the table comforting Duo the next the three of them were on the floor, Duo flat on his back his eyes rolled up and into his skull having smacked his head hard against the floor. And Wufei hands frimly wrapped arounf the braided boy's neck effectively cutting off his oxygen supply. "I will seek justice for this wrong Maxwell!"


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*Ducks behind Trowa and Heero* Sorry if that chapter came out bad ^_^;;; truthfully I never ment to write a sequel to My Beloved but I couldn't resist what with the fans at ff.net requesting so yeah, if it shocks you it shocks me to dont worry. Reviews are greatly appreciated and encourage me to write ^_^