Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Last Chance ❯ Another Promise ( Chapter 10 )
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By: Violet_Nyte 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Angst / Supernatural | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.04.2004 | Pages: 4 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 424 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Angst / Supernatural | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.04.2004 | Pages: 4 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 424 | Status: Work In Progress
LSE // 1-4-04
(Last Chance - Chapter Ten: Another Promise)
rated: PG13 - language, content shounen-ai/yaoi
Another Promise
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Duo leaned towards him.
Heero's eyes widened.
Duo kept leaning.
He caught the boy's weight, taking a slight step back to maintain his
balance as Duo fell limp into his arms. Heero's heart still pounded
in his ears, but he forced himself to calm down. He twisted, taking
Duo's weight with him, and settled them both on to the couch. The
boy's head rolled back to expose a slender column of throat, and
Heero could clearly see the pulse there beating strong.
"Baka," he chided softly. Without shame, he kept his arms around the
other boy despite the fact the couch now supported the unconscious
form. Cautiously, he stroked his fingers down the length of Duo's
throat, caressing the pale skin. Soft, pink lips were parted slightly.
Duo always looked deceptively innocent in his sleep. Peaceful.
Heero extended his hand around behind Duo's head and gently brought
the boy's head forward, shifting back along the couch and edging
stacks of magazines to the floor as he went. Duo remained asleep as
Heero repositioned him so that the American more or less was laying
on the couch, with his head pillowed on Heero's lap.
Time was ticking away, he knew, but he couldn't bare to try and wake
the boy. There was still enough time. "I know you love me..." Heero
whispered softly, stroking chestnut bangs away. "What are you so
afraid of, Duo?"
"Are you afraid I'll hurt you...?" Heero winced, remembering the
bitterness, the anger... Were the wounds too fresh? What if it had
just been revenge? His mind whispered to him. Duo's confession just
before collapsing in suicide days... years... So long ago, it seemed,
and yet, Heero could easily conjure every second. It was seared into
his brain, the tone of Duo's voice, every word the boy had spoken...
Revenge for the pain Heero had put him through?
No.
Duo did love him.
"You don't have to be afraid anymore, Duo."
I love you.
----------------------------------------------------------------------
One moment, he was chasing a braid through the darkness, and then the
darkness was absolute. Heero stopped running and made to turn around,
when light flooded his senses and the dream abruptly ended. Blinking
in surprise, he found himself sitting on a familiar sofa in a very
familiar apartment. A weight rested in his lap, making his legs go
numb. He looked down.
Forever black eyes stared up at him adoringly. "You make such a
wonderful pillow, my love." Shinigami grinned and lifted one light
brown brow, "Hiya."
Cobalt glared. "What do you want?"
Lips lowered into a pout, "You don't seem very pleased to see me..."
The God of Death sat up and turned to face Heero with a sly grin in
place, one hand rising to absently try and bring calm to hopelessly
messy hair. "Did you miss me? I was delayed over in Columbia, a bit
of a civil war erupted and, well, I was a bit busy."
"I'm sure," Heero remarked dryly. "I take it I fell asleep?"
Shinigami nodded brightly, "Good thing, too. I was getting bored."
"I'm going to wake up now." Heero kept the words from being an angry
growl, but just barely.
The God raised an eyebrow, then tossed his head and looked away, arms
folding over his chest. "I can't let you do that, Heero." He glanced
over, grin suddenly gone and dark eyes serious. "Death is the deepest
sleep, but that doesn't mean I am without power in its lighter
realms."
Shinigami unfolded his arms and turned, oblivious to Heero's glare.
Black eyes searched over Heero's face as the silence between them
grew. It was Heero who broke it finally, breaking his glare and
looking away, hands forming into fists. "What do you want then?"
A hand caressed over Heero's thigh as the God closed the distance
between them in a very intimate way, stradling the Japanese youth.
Eyes wide, Heero turned his head quickly, and found himself face-to-
face with Shinigami, those endless black eyes staring into him.
"What... What the hell?!" Heero shouted, starting to break away, but
a surprisingly strong grip closed over his shoulder.
"I could help you forget him, that mortal. Your Duo. I can offer you
eternity, and more. I don't know what it is about you, Heero, but..."
Shinigami flushed, gaze intense and locked on Heero's face. One hand
pressed Heero to the couch, but it was more surprise then force that
pinned the other boy. "I don't know what it is..."
That dark gaze dropped, and the change was instaneous. Light brown
hair tinted to chestnut, and lengthened, curling into that trademark
braid and, when Shinigami raised his eyes again, amethyst glittered
with a desire that took Heero's breath away. Even though he knew it
was an illusion, the resemblance... even down to the way one slender
hand rose to brush aside the fall of bangs...
"I can offer you everything, Heero..." Even the voice was the same,
the gentle lifting accent that was so uniquely Duo. Duo... Soft lips,
a caressing touch down his cheek, a lithe body against his. Thoughts
were suddenly unimportant. Logic was discarded in the favor of
passion, demanding hands sliding off clothing.
Heero found himself trailing kisses over a pale neck, Duo beneath him.
One hand worked free the hair tie, and Duo sat up to shake out the
long waves of hair. Arms circled his waist, and Heero let out a low
sound of surprise as Duo's nimble fingers danced over the buttons to
Heero's jeans. He leaned forward, capturing Duo's lips with his own,
tangling his hand through the hair which fell as a veil over them b
oth. They shifted, laying along the length of the couch, a tangle of
discarded clothes, chestnut hair and flesh.
Hips pressed together and Duo moaned, tilting his head back, breaking
the kisses. Hands roamed over an expanse of abdomen and across Heero's
lower back, sliding under the waist of half-clinging jeans and gently
squeezing the boy's backside. Heero shifted upwards in response,
kissing Duo deeply and caressing one flushed cheek. He shifted, one
leg over Duo's, pressing against him as his other hand slid
underneath, across the small of Duo's back to support.
He lifted the boy, bring their hips closer together even as Duo slid
away the last remaining vestiges of clothing. "Duo..." he murmured
against the kisses.
Duo froze. Chestnut hair vanished. Heero opened his eyes and found
himself staring into black depths once again. They looked as stunned
as he felt. Both boys were breathing hard, bodies straining to
continue with the momentum of what had brought them to this point.
Shock faded, and Shinigami's gaze softened with sadness. "Heero..."
he whispered back, pleading against the hard edge of anger that was
leaking into the cobalt above him.
Heero moved away with difficulty, aided by the fact the body beneath
him no longer resembled... Duo. A sharp pain to his heart as Heero
realize what had almost happened, but rage quickly took over. "You
bastard," he said in a voice that made the God sit up quickly,
conjured clothing suddenly covering him.
"You fucking BASTARD!" Heero roared, diving the length of the couch,
not even remembering that he had tried before and failed to pummel
the shit out of Shinigami.
"Heero! Wait!" the God twisted away and fell to the floor, scrambling
back over the stacks of debris.
Wordless growling was his only answer, as Heero turned slowly, hands
curling into fists. "If you weren't..."
"I'm sorry!" Shinigami said with sincerity, "I shouldn't have used
that form, I know, I'm sorry. It was stupid of me, and I'm sorry."
"Is this just another one of your games? Amusement for you," he
sneered, not even seeing the way the God flinched back at the words.
Shinigami raised a shaking hand through his hair, eyes warily watching
in case Heero decided to lunge for him again. He dared a smile,
desperately trying to smooth away the murderous rage that stared back
at him. "It's not a game, Heero. Not anymore..."
"I want to wake up. I have to get back to Duo."
Pain slashed through dark eyes before they narrowed in determination,
"I told you, I can't let you do that. I have the power to hold you
here, Heero. Give it a hundred years or two, you'll forget about that
boy. I have all the time in the world."
"You can't! We have a deal, Shinigami. You promised..."
The God lifted his head, the gesture cutting off the words even before
he started speaking. "Don't insinuate I'm going back on our deal! You
fell asleep. Time's still running, Heero. You haven't got much left."
Anger faltered, then faded, and cobalt hues pleaded in a very unHeero-
like way. "Shinigami... Let me try. If I don't save Duo... I can't
live knowing I failed Duo once again and it won't be soon before
I die. If you release me from this nightmare, I will swear to you...
When this is done, and if I have failed... Shinigami, you can have me.
I'll be yours. Just let me finish this, one way or another, with Duo."
Shinigami paused, brows drawing forward over dark eyes, "Mine?"
"Forever."
"Could you love me?" he asked quietly, but shook his head quickly.
"Don't answer that. I don't want to know." Shinigami stood,
cautiously, and sat once more on the edge of the couch, a careful
distance from Heero. "Did I hear you correctly? Did you promise the
God of Death your soul?"
Heero hesitated, "My soul?"
"When you die, that's what you become, isn't it? For your mortal mind
to comprehend, we can call it your soul," the God answered
impatiently, dark eyes eager.
"Then, yes," Heero nodded, "I promise you my soul when I die."
"In return, I release you from sleep right now?"
Heero nodded again, not trusting the triumphant glint he saw in the
God of Death's eye.
Shinigami closed the distance between them. One moment, he was on the
edge of the couch the next, almost in Heero's lap. Before the stunned
boy could respond, however, Shinigami leaned in and kissed him gently.
"You have yourself a deal."
The darkness came too quickly for Heero to answer.
----------------------------------------------------------------------
It felt wrong.
"Heero?"
But it took him a few minutes to realize why.
He was lying on the couch, head resting in Duo's lap. "Duo?" he
questioned, staring up at a pair of worried violet eyes amid a myriad
of fuzziness. He blinked, things cleared, and he registered a cool
cloth across his forehead.
"Are you all right?" Duo asked, taking the cloth away. "I was starting
to worry."
Duo? Worry? Heero blinked again. Hadn't they fallen asleep the other
way, with Duo's head in his lap? Obviously, Duo must have woken up...
"Can you sit up?"
He felt fine, beyond a lethargy that was quickly fading as he became
more alert, so he nodded and did so. "Yeah, I'm fine," he said
quietly, trying to get a read on Duo's mood. Had he forgotten their
earlier quarrel, or was he choosing not to bring it up? Either way,
it was better for Heero.
"I was starting to worry. I woke up and you were talking in your
sleep. You felt a bit hot, with fever, I thought maybe you were
sick..."
Heero felt a small flush creeping across his cheeks, "Talking?"
Duo nodded with an answering blush, "Were you having a nightmare?
You... You were calling my name. Are you all right now? You've been
asleep for over ten hours..."
The world stopped. It simply stopped. Everything fell away and in the
sudden silence, all Heero could think about was that triumphant glint
in Shinigami's eye. The God had known. Of course he would have known.
//You fell asleep. Time's still running, Heero. You haven't got much
left."//
"...Heero? Are you okay...? You're pale..."
"How long... How long have I been asleep...?" Heero lifted his hand
slightly and turned his wrist over, staring down at the numbers.
00:03:38:56
"Heero? Are you okay?"
00:03:36:42
"Heero?! I'm going to get someone, there's a doctor downstairs
I think. Stay here!"
00:03:34:51
"...Duo! Wait!"
00:03:32:16
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~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Author's Notes: Uhm. Go easy on the death threats, ne? ...::hides::
Okay, maybe I'll finish this tomorrow! ^_^ I have the ending all
planned out and everything...
I was so sad when hardly anyone reviewed! (lots of hugs and kisses to
everyone who did -- hooray!) o_o did everyone just give up/not realize
the new chapter was up, or did it just suck that much? *begs* Please,
if you're reading this, let me know!! I know it's been forever, but..!
^_^() anyway. I love reviews! ...Kate, D... you know I do this just to
make you scream, right?
<3 Meg, as always!
Uh, if anyone sent a request to join the Update ML since chapter 8,
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(Last Chance - Chapter Ten: Another Promise)
rated: PG13 - language, content shounen-ai/yaoi
Another Promise
-
Duo leaned towards him.
Heero's eyes widened.
Duo kept leaning.
He caught the boy's weight, taking a slight step back to maintain his
balance as Duo fell limp into his arms. Heero's heart still pounded
in his ears, but he forced himself to calm down. He twisted, taking
Duo's weight with him, and settled them both on to the couch. The
boy's head rolled back to expose a slender column of throat, and
Heero could clearly see the pulse there beating strong.
"Baka," he chided softly. Without shame, he kept his arms around the
other boy despite the fact the couch now supported the unconscious
form. Cautiously, he stroked his fingers down the length of Duo's
throat, caressing the pale skin. Soft, pink lips were parted slightly.
Duo always looked deceptively innocent in his sleep. Peaceful.
Heero extended his hand around behind Duo's head and gently brought
the boy's head forward, shifting back along the couch and edging
stacks of magazines to the floor as he went. Duo remained asleep as
Heero repositioned him so that the American more or less was laying
on the couch, with his head pillowed on Heero's lap.
Time was ticking away, he knew, but he couldn't bare to try and wake
the boy. There was still enough time. "I know you love me..." Heero
whispered softly, stroking chestnut bangs away. "What are you so
afraid of, Duo?"
"Are you afraid I'll hurt you...?" Heero winced, remembering the
bitterness, the anger... Were the wounds too fresh? What if it had
just been revenge? His mind whispered to him. Duo's confession just
before collapsing in suicide days... years... So long ago, it seemed,
and yet, Heero could easily conjure every second. It was seared into
his brain, the tone of Duo's voice, every word the boy had spoken...
Revenge for the pain Heero had put him through?
No.
Duo did love him.
"You don't have to be afraid anymore, Duo."
I love you.
----------------------------------------------------------------------
One moment, he was chasing a braid through the darkness, and then the
darkness was absolute. Heero stopped running and made to turn around,
when light flooded his senses and the dream abruptly ended. Blinking
in surprise, he found himself sitting on a familiar sofa in a very
familiar apartment. A weight rested in his lap, making his legs go
numb. He looked down.
Forever black eyes stared up at him adoringly. "You make such a
wonderful pillow, my love." Shinigami grinned and lifted one light
brown brow, "Hiya."
Cobalt glared. "What do you want?"
Lips lowered into a pout, "You don't seem very pleased to see me..."
The God of Death sat up and turned to face Heero with a sly grin in
place, one hand rising to absently try and bring calm to hopelessly
messy hair. "Did you miss me? I was delayed over in Columbia, a bit
of a civil war erupted and, well, I was a bit busy."
"I'm sure," Heero remarked dryly. "I take it I fell asleep?"
Shinigami nodded brightly, "Good thing, too. I was getting bored."
"I'm going to wake up now." Heero kept the words from being an angry
growl, but just barely.
The God raised an eyebrow, then tossed his head and looked away, arms
folding over his chest. "I can't let you do that, Heero." He glanced
over, grin suddenly gone and dark eyes serious. "Death is the deepest
sleep, but that doesn't mean I am without power in its lighter
realms."
Shinigami unfolded his arms and turned, oblivious to Heero's glare.
Black eyes searched over Heero's face as the silence between them
grew. It was Heero who broke it finally, breaking his glare and
looking away, hands forming into fists. "What do you want then?"
A hand caressed over Heero's thigh as the God closed the distance
between them in a very intimate way, stradling the Japanese youth.
Eyes wide, Heero turned his head quickly, and found himself face-to-
face with Shinigami, those endless black eyes staring into him.
"What... What the hell?!" Heero shouted, starting to break away, but
a surprisingly strong grip closed over his shoulder.
"I could help you forget him, that mortal. Your Duo. I can offer you
eternity, and more. I don't know what it is about you, Heero, but..."
Shinigami flushed, gaze intense and locked on Heero's face. One hand
pressed Heero to the couch, but it was more surprise then force that
pinned the other boy. "I don't know what it is..."
That dark gaze dropped, and the change was instaneous. Light brown
hair tinted to chestnut, and lengthened, curling into that trademark
braid and, when Shinigami raised his eyes again, amethyst glittered
with a desire that took Heero's breath away. Even though he knew it
was an illusion, the resemblance... even down to the way one slender
hand rose to brush aside the fall of bangs...
"I can offer you everything, Heero..." Even the voice was the same,
the gentle lifting accent that was so uniquely Duo. Duo... Soft lips,
a caressing touch down his cheek, a lithe body against his. Thoughts
were suddenly unimportant. Logic was discarded in the favor of
passion, demanding hands sliding off clothing.
Heero found himself trailing kisses over a pale neck, Duo beneath him.
One hand worked free the hair tie, and Duo sat up to shake out the
long waves of hair. Arms circled his waist, and Heero let out a low
sound of surprise as Duo's nimble fingers danced over the buttons to
Heero's jeans. He leaned forward, capturing Duo's lips with his own,
tangling his hand through the hair which fell as a veil over them b
oth. They shifted, laying along the length of the couch, a tangle of
discarded clothes, chestnut hair and flesh.
Hips pressed together and Duo moaned, tilting his head back, breaking
the kisses. Hands roamed over an expanse of abdomen and across Heero's
lower back, sliding under the waist of half-clinging jeans and gently
squeezing the boy's backside. Heero shifted upwards in response,
kissing Duo deeply and caressing one flushed cheek. He shifted, one
leg over Duo's, pressing against him as his other hand slid
underneath, across the small of Duo's back to support.
He lifted the boy, bring their hips closer together even as Duo slid
away the last remaining vestiges of clothing. "Duo..." he murmured
against the kisses.
Duo froze. Chestnut hair vanished. Heero opened his eyes and found
himself staring into black depths once again. They looked as stunned
as he felt. Both boys were breathing hard, bodies straining to
continue with the momentum of what had brought them to this point.
Shock faded, and Shinigami's gaze softened with sadness. "Heero..."
he whispered back, pleading against the hard edge of anger that was
leaking into the cobalt above him.
Heero moved away with difficulty, aided by the fact the body beneath
him no longer resembled... Duo. A sharp pain to his heart as Heero
realize what had almost happened, but rage quickly took over. "You
bastard," he said in a voice that made the God sit up quickly,
conjured clothing suddenly covering him.
"You fucking BASTARD!" Heero roared, diving the length of the couch,
not even remembering that he had tried before and failed to pummel
the shit out of Shinigami.
"Heero! Wait!" the God twisted away and fell to the floor, scrambling
back over the stacks of debris.
Wordless growling was his only answer, as Heero turned slowly, hands
curling into fists. "If you weren't..."
"I'm sorry!" Shinigami said with sincerity, "I shouldn't have used
that form, I know, I'm sorry. It was stupid of me, and I'm sorry."
"Is this just another one of your games? Amusement for you," he
sneered, not even seeing the way the God flinched back at the words.
Shinigami raised a shaking hand through his hair, eyes warily watching
in case Heero decided to lunge for him again. He dared a smile,
desperately trying to smooth away the murderous rage that stared back
at him. "It's not a game, Heero. Not anymore..."
"I want to wake up. I have to get back to Duo."
Pain slashed through dark eyes before they narrowed in determination,
"I told you, I can't let you do that. I have the power to hold you
here, Heero. Give it a hundred years or two, you'll forget about that
boy. I have all the time in the world."
"You can't! We have a deal, Shinigami. You promised..."
The God lifted his head, the gesture cutting off the words even before
he started speaking. "Don't insinuate I'm going back on our deal! You
fell asleep. Time's still running, Heero. You haven't got much left."
Anger faltered, then faded, and cobalt hues pleaded in a very unHeero-
like way. "Shinigami... Let me try. If I don't save Duo... I can't
live knowing I failed Duo once again and it won't be soon before
I die. If you release me from this nightmare, I will swear to you...
When this is done, and if I have failed... Shinigami, you can have me.
I'll be yours. Just let me finish this, one way or another, with Duo."
Shinigami paused, brows drawing forward over dark eyes, "Mine?"
"Forever."
"Could you love me?" he asked quietly, but shook his head quickly.
"Don't answer that. I don't want to know." Shinigami stood,
cautiously, and sat once more on the edge of the couch, a careful
distance from Heero. "Did I hear you correctly? Did you promise the
God of Death your soul?"
Heero hesitated, "My soul?"
"When you die, that's what you become, isn't it? For your mortal mind
to comprehend, we can call it your soul," the God answered
impatiently, dark eyes eager.
"Then, yes," Heero nodded, "I promise you my soul when I die."
"In return, I release you from sleep right now?"
Heero nodded again, not trusting the triumphant glint he saw in the
God of Death's eye.
Shinigami closed the distance between them. One moment, he was on the
edge of the couch the next, almost in Heero's lap. Before the stunned
boy could respond, however, Shinigami leaned in and kissed him gently.
"You have yourself a deal."
The darkness came too quickly for Heero to answer.
----------------------------------------------------------------------
It felt wrong.
"Heero?"
But it took him a few minutes to realize why.
He was lying on the couch, head resting in Duo's lap. "Duo?" he
questioned, staring up at a pair of worried violet eyes amid a myriad
of fuzziness. He blinked, things cleared, and he registered a cool
cloth across his forehead.
"Are you all right?" Duo asked, taking the cloth away. "I was starting
to worry."
Duo? Worry? Heero blinked again. Hadn't they fallen asleep the other
way, with Duo's head in his lap? Obviously, Duo must have woken up...
"Can you sit up?"
He felt fine, beyond a lethargy that was quickly fading as he became
more alert, so he nodded and did so. "Yeah, I'm fine," he said
quietly, trying to get a read on Duo's mood. Had he forgotten their
earlier quarrel, or was he choosing not to bring it up? Either way,
it was better for Heero.
"I was starting to worry. I woke up and you were talking in your
sleep. You felt a bit hot, with fever, I thought maybe you were
sick..."
Heero felt a small flush creeping across his cheeks, "Talking?"
Duo nodded with an answering blush, "Were you having a nightmare?
You... You were calling my name. Are you all right now? You've been
asleep for over ten hours..."
The world stopped. It simply stopped. Everything fell away and in the
sudden silence, all Heero could think about was that triumphant glint
in Shinigami's eye. The God had known. Of course he would have known.
//You fell asleep. Time's still running, Heero. You haven't got much
left."//
"...Heero? Are you okay...? You're pale..."
"How long... How long have I been asleep...?" Heero lifted his hand
slightly and turned his wrist over, staring down at the numbers.
00:03:38:56
"Heero? Are you okay?"
00:03:36:42
"Heero?! I'm going to get someone, there's a doctor downstairs
I think. Stay here!"
00:03:34:51
"...Duo! Wait!"
00:03:32:16
-
-
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Author's Notes: Uhm. Go easy on the death threats, ne? ...::hides::
Okay, maybe I'll finish this tomorrow! ^_^ I have the ending all
planned out and everything...
I was so sad when hardly anyone reviewed! (lots of hugs and kisses to
everyone who did -- hooray!) o_o did everyone just give up/not realize
the new chapter was up, or did it just suck that much? *begs* Please,
if you're reading this, let me know!! I know it's been forever, but..!
^_^() anyway. I love reviews! ...Kate, D... you know I do this just to
make you scream, right?
<3 Meg, as always!
Uh, if anyone sent a request to join the Update ML since chapter 8,
you'll have to send it again. Oops. Sorry. It's:
VioletNyteML@yahoo.com
Feedback/reviews are very much appreciated!
copyright 2003 - Gundam Wing and characters copyright other people.
Email me to join my Update ML!
LSE - Violet Nyte (VioletNyteML@yahoo.com)
shameless plug - visit my website
http://violetnyte.fallenweb.net