Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Phantom ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )

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Phantom

Chapter 4

So, the ball came with great success we might add, and as the second dance got underway, a figure dressed in black with a white grinning mask showing from underneath the hat came walking through. He wore white gloves, and walked with grace that hadn't been seen by Quatre for years, he was limber and quick, easily dodging the clumsy who nearly bumped into him. Trowa, Quatre and Heero knew who he was, he was the Phantom come to join the living for this one night. Heero gasped as the eyes behind the mask looked directly at his own, and he knew that the Phantom was coming to him. Soon, the figure in black stopped right in front of him, and took Heero's hand with a touch so gentle, yet cold that Heero almost fainted. His skin smelled of lavender instead of the rotting stench Heero would think it to have. He was swept away from his comrades and made to dance with this figure. One hand came to touch the cross, and the Phantom licked his lips. "What is this, to have you hanging on it so tightly?", he asked in a light air filled voice.

"A gift from Death.", Heero replied not wanting to say Duo's name, "Of whom I loved.",

"So you loved Death, you say?", the Phantom asked.

"I loved Death, yes.", Heero replied.

"Well then, I'll have to steal you away from him for myself, won't I?", the Phantom asked.

His long, brown hair was tied back into a ponytail of sorts, and it's slightly wavy cascades swung slightly with the two's movements. "I met Death once, and have never returned from his grasp since.", the Phantom told Heero, "He seemed to be very saddened, Death, all alone without the light of love or life to cheer him.",

"That would be depressing.", Heero replied.

"That's why Death hides in the shadows, he knows he can never taste the fine wine of the world as he is now. He can only steal little sips from it like fleeting butterflies that never land in his hands.", the Phantom whispered, "Ah, but I, I can, and it does seem unfair, this world to be able to hold me, but not the one being in most need of it.",

"Yes, it is and unfair world we live in, one that will take things most precious from us when we haven't even gotten to know them.", Heero replied.

"My Fallen Angel, I ask you to join me on the catwalks in the morning hours please ", the Phantom said, "I want to hear your tale, as I'm sure you want mine.",

"Very well, I care not what is asked of me, nor what is told to me at this time. I am lost in my world of pain.", Heero replied.

"As am I, friend, as am I.", the Phantom replied, seemingly floating off away from the crowds, his cloak billowing behind him as he left, "I shall see you in the morn.",

Quatre and Trowa came over to Heero then, only Heero ran out, and back up to his room. They gave worried looks, but decided to stay put, and just let him work it out with himself.

.....

"Hey, Hee- chan, the weather report says it's going to snow tomorrow. What do you think it looks like?", Duo had asked him excitedly their first winter on Earth.

"I.... I don't know really.... White, I know it's white, I've seen it on post cards before.". Heero had actually replied to Duo's question.

"Do you think it's like magic from the clouds?", Duo asked.

"No, not like magic, that isn't real, Duo, and snow is real. Maybe, it's like hope, that's real in the same sense snow is.",

The next day he was awoken by Duo's cries of delight as he looked out the window and there it was, falling from the skies. It wasn't really falling, but, floating gently down to the earth. Heero walked out and the world felt fresh, it felt clean. He caught a few in his hands, and watched as they turned into water. 'Like hope, so real, yet so hard to hold onto.', Heero thought to himself.

"It's cold, and wet, and I like it, Hee- chan!", Duo cheerfully yelled at him.

"I think I like it too, Duo.", Heero replied, looking at the other pilot who was currently laying in the snow, "What are you doing?",

"I'm making an angel.", Duo replied sitting up, "See?",

.....

Heero woke from his dream and noted that it was time he go to the catwalk on his own, and meet with the Phantom.

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