Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Last Chance ❯ Zero ( Chapter 11 )
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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: 5 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 421 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Angst / Supernatural | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.04.2004 | Pages: 5 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 421 | Status: Work In Progress
LSE // 1-4-04
(Last Chance - Chapter Eleven: Zero)
rated: PG13 - language, content shounen-ai/yaoi
Zero
-
Gunfire cracked the silence and, with an almost bored flick of his
hand, Shinigami freed the soul from the blood-splattered corpse. Not
even mass genocide held the appeal it once did. Lifting his hand, he
turned his wrist over to watch the spinning numbers. He'd kept his
end of bargain. It was Heero's fault for not realizing how precious
little time remained. Within minutes, it would be over.
"And you'll be mine, Heero," the God whispered. He sighed and turned
away from the carnage of the jungle, seeking instead the tangled
cement and steel city. He emerged from shadow, footsteps silent
against the backdrop of urban sprawl. Mortals passed on either side
of him and those who brushed too close to the shadowed presence they
could not see felt the cold kiss of Death across their soul.
Shinigami ran a distracted hand through his hair and paused on the
street corner, watching the glowing traffic light. He knew he should
watch, to see what was happening with Heero, but he couldn't bring
himself to do it. What if Heero succeeds? Shinigami could not go back
on his word. He had promised Heero to return Duo to him.
But only if he succeeded.
"He won't," Shinigami sighed. He can't.
He's mine.
Dark eyes closed as he remembered the touch of flesh, the passioned
caresses and, if only for a moment, he could pretend they were meant
for him. With pain, he recalled the way Heero had whispered the
mortal's name, and Shinigami felt a hot sense of guilt for deceiving
Heero in such way.
Endless black eyes looked up at the traffic light as it changed from
yellow to red. A large truck tried to beat the change, and the
intersection exploded into the screams of tortured metal, the sharp
fracturing of glass, and the startled cries of humans.
Shinigami had a promise to keep.
----------------------------------------------------------------------
The tail end of a chestnut braid was disappearing around the corner.
Frozen time shattered, and Heero all but threw himself from the couch
in a flurry of motion. "Duo! WAIT!" he yelled, stumbling over stacks
of debris. "Duo!"
Thoughts raced together, colliding and stumbling in panic as he
reached the door and the hallway beyond. Three minutes! What could he
do? Duo turned just beyond the stairwell and blinked back him, head
tilting slightly to the side as he started to ask what was wrong.
The words died into a startled gasp when Heero all but ran into him.
They staggered back, and out on to the stair landing.
"Heero?"
"Duo! Listen. Just, just listen," Heero managed, desperate to collect
his thoughts. What could he do? "You have to listen to me, Duo."
"Okay, Heero," the other boy answered warily, brow worried into a V
with concern. "I'm listening."
Heero released a breath he didn't know he had been holding. No easy
way to say it, and not enough time to hesitate any longer "Duo, I
know that I hurt you, and I'm sorry. It was stupid of me. I never
should have left. Duo... I love you."
Amethyst eyes widened.
Heero held his breath.
Duo continued to stare at him.
And took a step back as if to flee.
"Duo, say something," Heero pleaded, the watch on his wrist suddenly
a heavy, heavy weight threatening to pull him down. He took a step
towards Duo, but the American skittered down three stairs, then
grabbed at the rail to halt his fall. Heero cautiously closed the
distance, "It's why I'm here. You asked me what I want... I want you,
Duo, because I love you. I want you to be happy... I'd like to be the
one to do that for you."
He closed to final gap between them, and gently put his arm around
Duo's shoulders. The other boy tilted his head back, and Heero found
himself kissing soft lips. Mouths parted, tongues danced, and his
heart soared. Duo shifted, his back against the rail, and gently
pressed his fingers against Heero's chest.
Heart pounding, Heero pulled away from the kiss, and stared at Duo.
Slowly, Duo's lips twisted into a small smile, which Heero returned
hesitantly, eyes questioning.
"You love me?" Duo asked softly, in disbelief.
Heero nodded, not able to trust his voice enough to speak.
"Yeah." came the soft reply, the smile spreading. Duo set both hands
on Heero's chest and caressed as amethysts glinted, "Well. Fuck you,
Heero," he growled. And pushed.
"I loved you, once!" Duo shouted. "You broke my heart, you bastard,
and you can't fucking expect me to forget it!"
A whirl of colors and lights as Heero, aided by Duo's shove and his
own stunned disbelief, tumbled down the stairs. He rolled up against
the landing on the floor below and caught himself on the railing.
Duo's angry voice echoed in the small stairwell and inside his head,
a much sharper pain then anything physical.
00:00:01:56
"Well I hate you!" Duo yelled down at him.
00:00:00:37
It hurt too much to watch the numbers anymore.
00:00:00:00
From the shadows, Shinigami sighed.
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"How does your head feel?"
Heero snapped his eyes open, and then instantly regretted the action
as light pierced through his skull. A soft click, and the light dimmed
to a tolerable level. This was all very familiar... A rushing tide of
emotion; guilt, anger, sorrow, and most painfully, failure. He had
failed Duo. He opened his eyes again and recognized his surroundings
as being his apartment. His apartment?
Pain surged through his head as he tried to sit up, and a gentle hand
firmly pushed him back against the pillows of his sofa. "Stay. You
took a bad blow to the head."
That was out of place.
Shinigami sat on the couch beside him, leaning over with dark eyes
filled with concern. "How does your head feel?" he asked again,
removing his hand once he felt Heero relax.
"I'm dead, then? The fall killed me?"
"If you were dead, you wouldn't feel pain," Shinigami answered with
impatience. He sighed, and glanced away. "You're not dead, Heero, as
much as I would like for you to be. The year is A.C. 201 and you're
back right where you started."
"And Duo..."
"You failed," the God answered shortly, looking back over, the
immortal power in his dark eyes muted with an unreadable emotion. "I'm
genuinely sorry. I hope you don't think I'm at fault."
Heero shrugged. He just felt tired. "You won, then. My soul is yours."
"When you die."
"I have a gun in the bedside drawer."
"No!" Shinigami stared at him, eyes wide, and then relaxed with a
careless grin. "That will mess up your face."
"What then, poison? I don't want to play your games anymore." Duo was
dead. He had failed. Failed.
"Heero..." Shinigami sighed, then merely shrugged. "I'm a sucker for
romance, he said quietly with a sudden smile. He looked over at the
stunned look on Heero's face and winked, "Don't tell anyone, kay?"
He leaned in and graced a slight kiss on shocked lips.
"Shinigami...!"
The pain in his head vanished, but the world spun wildly. He stood,
staggered, and sat back down on the couch heavily. When things stopped
whirling, the God of Death was gone, and he found himself staring at
his answering machine.
The sound of a telephone ringing faded.
A sharp beep. The light flicked on as the machine began to record.
Silence.
"...Heero? Oh. Hey, guess you aren't home. God, I feel so stupid..."
"Duo...?"
"I'm sorry for bothering you. I really thought you'd be home..."
"Duo! I am home! Dammit!" he swore and bolted for the kitchen phone,
chased by the sound of Duo's sad voice filling the apartment.
"Damn, I wish there was a way to just delete this. Oh, never mind."
His hand closed over the phone.
"Just... sorry for bothering you," Duo finished.
"DUO! I'm home! I'm here!"
A dial tone.
Heero screamed in fury and threw the phone on the floor, fractured
bits of plastic radiating out like missiles across the tile. "Dammit!"
It's not too late!
----------------------------------------------------------------------
"DUO!" he fell against the apartment door, breathless. "Duo! God
dammit I know you're home!"
//The door swung open easily, unlocked and loose on its hinges.//
Frantic, Heero grabbed the knob. Still unlocked. The apartment beyond
was just as barren and empty as he remembered. A startled Duo was
emerging from the bathroom with a towel hastily thrown around his
waist, chestnut hair hanging damp and clinging to his shoulder and
back. Heero compared it to his memory. Duo couldn't have been in the
shower for very long.
When had Duo taken the fatal over dose?
"Heero?" he asked, violet eyes wide. "What's wrong?"
He crossed the room and grabbed the young man by the arms. Duo
blinked and made a feeble effort to pull away, but then froze when he
met the wild, desperate look in Heero's eyes. "Heero? What the fuck!"
Heero made a visible effort to calm down and tried to think
rationally. How had this gone before? Before, he had no idea what Duo
had wanted with that phone call. Now he did. What had Duo said? Heero
licked dry lips. "Remember what it was like during the war?"
"Heero?"
"Not the fighting. ...Us. I made a mistake. God, Duo, did I ever make
a mistake... Relena, you, everything." Heero took a breath to try and
remove some of the dangerous tremble from his voice. He was back on
the stairwell, time running against him, staring at the same pair of
guarded, wounded eyes. "I hurt you. I'm so sorry for that. I want to
try and make it up to you."
Duo tossed his head back, still wary, "As what, a clearing of your
sins before marriage? No thanks."
"Duo. I'm not marrying Relena. Everything's over between us."
Desperately, Heero waited for the reaction. Just like before, Duo's
eyes flew wide as the color drained from his face. "You're not..."
"No. She was a huge mistake. I don't think I ever loved her. Not like
I love you."
"You..."
"I love you," Heero repeated firmly.
Duo looked stricken, horrified. Panic sprang to those wide violet
eyes, and Heero shifted his grip to take up more of Duo's weight as
trembling knees refused to support to stunned American any longer.
"Heero, I... Oh, my god. I was going to tell you, on the phone, or,
in a note, something. I don't know... Oh. Jesus. Heero, I never, I
couldn't, I didn't know! The war, after, I was so mad at you! But.
But I never stopped loving you, I never did. I was going to tell you.
How, how did you know...?"
"Shh," Heero whispered, fighting the hard edge of fear.
"I love you, too, Heero. I do. I really do. Oh... Fuck... I'm so
sorry, I'm so stupid! It wasn't suppose to work out this way."
Heero's heart stopped. Very slowly despite the way his mind screamed
to hurry, he looked down at Duo and managed to ask one question.
"What did you do?"
The look on Duo's face said it all.
"Where is the phone?"
//For a moment, Heero simply stared at the phone in shock, unable to
realize why it was beeping at him. That rapid, annoying beep that
signaled another phone was off the hook somewhere in the house//
Duo's brows twitched down into a momentary frown, "The bedroom.
Underneath the pillows. I left it on..."
With agonizing calm, Heero gently lowered Duo to the floor, propping
him up against one of the shipping crates. The American looked dazed,
pale, but not yet... not yet... "Stay here," he ordered, jumping back
to his feet and running for where he vaguely remembered the bedroom
being.
He tossed aside pillows madly, and found the phone lying there as
promised. It beeped angrily at him, and he punched it off. Shaking
hands dialed emergency even as he hurried back to the main room.
Duo remained right where Heero had left him, and still, mercifully
conscious.
"I'm not going to let you die," he said firmly at Duo's bewildered
look. The operator finally picked up, and, to Duo's further confusion,
Heero rattled off their emergency.
Shinigami smiled as sirens began to wail in the distance and he
stepped back into the shadows. Death was needed elsewhere.
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~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Author's Notes: Yay! Thanks for all the nummy reviews! I can't
believe it's all finally over!! I already have the epilogue written
and I'll post it tonight as well. Just in time, too - I go back to
school tomorrow!
^_^() please don't hate me and go read the epilogue!
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
(Last Chance - Chapter Eleven: Zero)
rated: PG13 - language, content shounen-ai/yaoi
Zero
-
Gunfire cracked the silence and, with an almost bored flick of his
hand, Shinigami freed the soul from the blood-splattered corpse. Not
even mass genocide held the appeal it once did. Lifting his hand, he
turned his wrist over to watch the spinning numbers. He'd kept his
end of bargain. It was Heero's fault for not realizing how precious
little time remained. Within minutes, it would be over.
"And you'll be mine, Heero," the God whispered. He sighed and turned
away from the carnage of the jungle, seeking instead the tangled
cement and steel city. He emerged from shadow, footsteps silent
against the backdrop of urban sprawl. Mortals passed on either side
of him and those who brushed too close to the shadowed presence they
could not see felt the cold kiss of Death across their soul.
Shinigami ran a distracted hand through his hair and paused on the
street corner, watching the glowing traffic light. He knew he should
watch, to see what was happening with Heero, but he couldn't bring
himself to do it. What if Heero succeeds? Shinigami could not go back
on his word. He had promised Heero to return Duo to him.
But only if he succeeded.
"He won't," Shinigami sighed. He can't.
He's mine.
Dark eyes closed as he remembered the touch of flesh, the passioned
caresses and, if only for a moment, he could pretend they were meant
for him. With pain, he recalled the way Heero had whispered the
mortal's name, and Shinigami felt a hot sense of guilt for deceiving
Heero in such way.
Endless black eyes looked up at the traffic light as it changed from
yellow to red. A large truck tried to beat the change, and the
intersection exploded into the screams of tortured metal, the sharp
fracturing of glass, and the startled cries of humans.
Shinigami had a promise to keep.
----------------------------------------------------------------------
The tail end of a chestnut braid was disappearing around the corner.
Frozen time shattered, and Heero all but threw himself from the couch
in a flurry of motion. "Duo! WAIT!" he yelled, stumbling over stacks
of debris. "Duo!"
Thoughts raced together, colliding and stumbling in panic as he
reached the door and the hallway beyond. Three minutes! What could he
do? Duo turned just beyond the stairwell and blinked back him, head
tilting slightly to the side as he started to ask what was wrong.
The words died into a startled gasp when Heero all but ran into him.
They staggered back, and out on to the stair landing.
"Heero?"
"Duo! Listen. Just, just listen," Heero managed, desperate to collect
his thoughts. What could he do? "You have to listen to me, Duo."
"Okay, Heero," the other boy answered warily, brow worried into a V
with concern. "I'm listening."
Heero released a breath he didn't know he had been holding. No easy
way to say it, and not enough time to hesitate any longer "Duo, I
know that I hurt you, and I'm sorry. It was stupid of me. I never
should have left. Duo... I love you."
Amethyst eyes widened.
Heero held his breath.
Duo continued to stare at him.
And took a step back as if to flee.
"Duo, say something," Heero pleaded, the watch on his wrist suddenly
a heavy, heavy weight threatening to pull him down. He took a step
towards Duo, but the American skittered down three stairs, then
grabbed at the rail to halt his fall. Heero cautiously closed the
distance, "It's why I'm here. You asked me what I want... I want you,
Duo, because I love you. I want you to be happy... I'd like to be the
one to do that for you."
He closed to final gap between them, and gently put his arm around
Duo's shoulders. The other boy tilted his head back, and Heero found
himself kissing soft lips. Mouths parted, tongues danced, and his
heart soared. Duo shifted, his back against the rail, and gently
pressed his fingers against Heero's chest.
Heart pounding, Heero pulled away from the kiss, and stared at Duo.
Slowly, Duo's lips twisted into a small smile, which Heero returned
hesitantly, eyes questioning.
"You love me?" Duo asked softly, in disbelief.
Heero nodded, not able to trust his voice enough to speak.
"Yeah." came the soft reply, the smile spreading. Duo set both hands
on Heero's chest and caressed as amethysts glinted, "Well. Fuck you,
Heero," he growled. And pushed.
"I loved you, once!" Duo shouted. "You broke my heart, you bastard,
and you can't fucking expect me to forget it!"
A whirl of colors and lights as Heero, aided by Duo's shove and his
own stunned disbelief, tumbled down the stairs. He rolled up against
the landing on the floor below and caught himself on the railing.
Duo's angry voice echoed in the small stairwell and inside his head,
a much sharper pain then anything physical.
00:00:01:56
"Well I hate you!" Duo yelled down at him.
00:00:00:37
It hurt too much to watch the numbers anymore.
00:00:00:00
From the shadows, Shinigami sighed.
----------------------------------------------------------------------
"How does your head feel?"
Heero snapped his eyes open, and then instantly regretted the action
as light pierced through his skull. A soft click, and the light dimmed
to a tolerable level. This was all very familiar... A rushing tide of
emotion; guilt, anger, sorrow, and most painfully, failure. He had
failed Duo. He opened his eyes again and recognized his surroundings
as being his apartment. His apartment?
Pain surged through his head as he tried to sit up, and a gentle hand
firmly pushed him back against the pillows of his sofa. "Stay. You
took a bad blow to the head."
That was out of place.
Shinigami sat on the couch beside him, leaning over with dark eyes
filled with concern. "How does your head feel?" he asked again,
removing his hand once he felt Heero relax.
"I'm dead, then? The fall killed me?"
"If you were dead, you wouldn't feel pain," Shinigami answered with
impatience. He sighed, and glanced away. "You're not dead, Heero, as
much as I would like for you to be. The year is A.C. 201 and you're
back right where you started."
"And Duo..."
"You failed," the God answered shortly, looking back over, the
immortal power in his dark eyes muted with an unreadable emotion. "I'm
genuinely sorry. I hope you don't think I'm at fault."
Heero shrugged. He just felt tired. "You won, then. My soul is yours."
"When you die."
"I have a gun in the bedside drawer."
"No!" Shinigami stared at him, eyes wide, and then relaxed with a
careless grin. "That will mess up your face."
"What then, poison? I don't want to play your games anymore." Duo was
dead. He had failed. Failed.
"Heero..." Shinigami sighed, then merely shrugged. "I'm a sucker for
romance, he said quietly with a sudden smile. He looked over at the
stunned look on Heero's face and winked, "Don't tell anyone, kay?"
He leaned in and graced a slight kiss on shocked lips.
"Shinigami...!"
The pain in his head vanished, but the world spun wildly. He stood,
staggered, and sat back down on the couch heavily. When things stopped
whirling, the God of Death was gone, and he found himself staring at
his answering machine.
The sound of a telephone ringing faded.
A sharp beep. The light flicked on as the machine began to record.
Silence.
"...Heero? Oh. Hey, guess you aren't home. God, I feel so stupid..."
"Duo...?"
"I'm sorry for bothering you. I really thought you'd be home..."
"Duo! I am home! Dammit!" he swore and bolted for the kitchen phone,
chased by the sound of Duo's sad voice filling the apartment.
"Damn, I wish there was a way to just delete this. Oh, never mind."
His hand closed over the phone.
"Just... sorry for bothering you," Duo finished.
"DUO! I'm home! I'm here!"
A dial tone.
Heero screamed in fury and threw the phone on the floor, fractured
bits of plastic radiating out like missiles across the tile. "Dammit!"
It's not too late!
----------------------------------------------------------------------
"DUO!" he fell against the apartment door, breathless. "Duo! God
dammit I know you're home!"
//The door swung open easily, unlocked and loose on its hinges.//
Frantic, Heero grabbed the knob. Still unlocked. The apartment beyond
was just as barren and empty as he remembered. A startled Duo was
emerging from the bathroom with a towel hastily thrown around his
waist, chestnut hair hanging damp and clinging to his shoulder and
back. Heero compared it to his memory. Duo couldn't have been in the
shower for very long.
When had Duo taken the fatal over dose?
"Heero?" he asked, violet eyes wide. "What's wrong?"
He crossed the room and grabbed the young man by the arms. Duo
blinked and made a feeble effort to pull away, but then froze when he
met the wild, desperate look in Heero's eyes. "Heero? What the fuck!"
Heero made a visible effort to calm down and tried to think
rationally. How had this gone before? Before, he had no idea what Duo
had wanted with that phone call. Now he did. What had Duo said? Heero
licked dry lips. "Remember what it was like during the war?"
"Heero?"
"Not the fighting. ...Us. I made a mistake. God, Duo, did I ever make
a mistake... Relena, you, everything." Heero took a breath to try and
remove some of the dangerous tremble from his voice. He was back on
the stairwell, time running against him, staring at the same pair of
guarded, wounded eyes. "I hurt you. I'm so sorry for that. I want to
try and make it up to you."
Duo tossed his head back, still wary, "As what, a clearing of your
sins before marriage? No thanks."
"Duo. I'm not marrying Relena. Everything's over between us."
Desperately, Heero waited for the reaction. Just like before, Duo's
eyes flew wide as the color drained from his face. "You're not..."
"No. She was a huge mistake. I don't think I ever loved her. Not like
I love you."
"You..."
"I love you," Heero repeated firmly.
Duo looked stricken, horrified. Panic sprang to those wide violet
eyes, and Heero shifted his grip to take up more of Duo's weight as
trembling knees refused to support to stunned American any longer.
"Heero, I... Oh, my god. I was going to tell you, on the phone, or,
in a note, something. I don't know... Oh. Jesus. Heero, I never, I
couldn't, I didn't know! The war, after, I was so mad at you! But.
But I never stopped loving you, I never did. I was going to tell you.
How, how did you know...?"
"Shh," Heero whispered, fighting the hard edge of fear.
"I love you, too, Heero. I do. I really do. Oh... Fuck... I'm so
sorry, I'm so stupid! It wasn't suppose to work out this way."
Heero's heart stopped. Very slowly despite the way his mind screamed
to hurry, he looked down at Duo and managed to ask one question.
"What did you do?"
The look on Duo's face said it all.
"Where is the phone?"
//For a moment, Heero simply stared at the phone in shock, unable to
realize why it was beeping at him. That rapid, annoying beep that
signaled another phone was off the hook somewhere in the house//
Duo's brows twitched down into a momentary frown, "The bedroom.
Underneath the pillows. I left it on..."
With agonizing calm, Heero gently lowered Duo to the floor, propping
him up against one of the shipping crates. The American looked dazed,
pale, but not yet... not yet... "Stay here," he ordered, jumping back
to his feet and running for where he vaguely remembered the bedroom
being.
He tossed aside pillows madly, and found the phone lying there as
promised. It beeped angrily at him, and he punched it off. Shaking
hands dialed emergency even as he hurried back to the main room.
Duo remained right where Heero had left him, and still, mercifully
conscious.
"I'm not going to let you die," he said firmly at Duo's bewildered
look. The operator finally picked up, and, to Duo's further confusion,
Heero rattled off their emergency.
Shinigami smiled as sirens began to wail in the distance and he
stepped back into the shadows. Death was needed elsewhere.
-
-
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Author's Notes: Yay! Thanks for all the nummy reviews! I can't
believe it's all finally over!! I already have the epilogue written
and I'll post it tonight as well. Just in time, too - I go back to
school tomorrow!
^_^() please don't hate me and go read the epilogue!
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