Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Shinigamis Scythe ❯ Shinigamis Scythe- From Paradies Through Hell 3 ( Chapter 3 )

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Hello again guys! Guess what, I had a two hour test today in english!! Yay! I love english tests!! And my teacher was so angry at me `cause I wrote too much in her opinion. ^^. Anyway….Nice to see you all again ^_^. Since I reaaaaaaaaally don't want to * ugh * make that goddamn english presentation now, I'm gonna write some more of the fiction ^^. Hopefully my teacher never finds that. I didn't call your presesntaion ideas stupid, Miss Wallner!! ^__^' . Well….enough said… enjoy the third part!!!

Shinigamis Scythe - From Paradise through Hell -Chapter 3

A sudden thought came across Heeros mind. He took the knife and ran back to the safehouse, where the two Gundam were still standing. Heero had been to deep in his own thoughts that he didn't feel the pair of violet eyes that were looking at him.

"Heero! There you are! You almost made us worry. Why did you ran away like a madman?" Quatre asked.

"I thought Duo might be near us since he's the only one exept me who could have repaired the scythe." Heero said, staring at Wing. He hid the knife under his jacket since he thought it would be wise.

"What do you mean `repair it'? It wasn't broken, was it?" Quatre was a bit confused. One day before Duos accident had happened, the braided pilot had shown Quatre his newly repaired scythe, and it worked excellent on that day.

Heeros mind finally came back to this world when Quatre said those words. He forgot that the other pilots didn't know what had really hppened at the lake, and until now, he was very grateful for it. Damnit! Now he had to explain the whole thing. Or…

"Can I tell you later? Wing has to be repaired. In case OZ attacks or I get a mission all of a sudden." Heero hoped it would work. Maybe the other pilots would forget the thing with the scythe until then.

"Well, I guess Wing is more important."Quatre said, a little diappointed. He could feel that Heero was hiding something.

And before the arabian pilot could ask anything else, Heero was already climbing carefully into Wing, activating it and chekcing for any major damage.

"Good, nothing serious. I'll just bring it back to the workshop and - what is that?" Heero noticed a photo in front of him. He took it and began to stare. Again it seemed like he totally stopped breathing. The picture was an elder photo which was made on earth. The five pilots went to an amusement park after a successful mission.

Four of the pilots were standing in front of the big roller coaster, Wufei took the photo so he was missing. In the middle of the photo was Duo, hugging Heero with a broad smile on his face and some kind of lollipop in his mouth. Quatre was laughing, looking at Duo. Trowa had no expression on his face and just looked at the little group. But that photo was something very special and usually it stuck on the wall right over Duos bed, wherever that was. Heeros expression on the photo was nearly a miracle: he was smiling, he was really smiling, eyes shining with happiness.

A single tear rolled down Heeros face as he remebered that day at the amusement park. It had been somuch fun. And now, what was left of this happiness? Nothing.

Heero looked up again and noticed the liquid drop on the photo. A tear? Why am I crying? What is this feeling, this strange feeling inside me? What is it? Regret? But I am already sorry for what I've done. This is different. What could it be?

Lost in his thoughts he didn't hear Quatres shouting until it was too late.

"AAH!" Heero shouted. Pain cut through his entire body. What happened just now? He looked around while closing the hetch of Wing. He couldn't believe what he saw: It was OZ again. They found them once more and this time he really had no chance.

They were less suits but Wing was damaged and no other Gundam was close enough to help in time. Shimatta, Heero cursed himself. Again he'd let his guard down. This time he would pay for it bitterly.

"Now we get some little payback, boy. You killed some of my best men. You'll pay, boy. Attack!" one soldier shouted. Before Heero could react he was attacked from 4 sides at the same time. Damn it! He had to get away from the forest and from the house. Praying to god he took off and flew away as fast as his damaged Gundam allowed him to.

"After him! Don't let him get away!"

"YES Sir!"

Heero heard their shouting in the distance. But the sounds of their suits got closer and closer. Wing was losing height and speed! The top of the trees already hit the lower parts of Heeros Gundam and it was just a matter of time until he completely broke down. Seeing no sense in it to struggle any further he let it be.

Wing hit the ground with a loud, crackling noise. Before Heero even could stand up again the four soldiers were gathered around Wing, aiming their guns at him.

"Are you ready to die, boy?" one soldier asked.

I wish I could die beside you, Duo. Farewell, my friend. Then Heero closed his eyes and began to pray as the fire started.

"Hgn." One bullet shot through a tiny hole in Wings armor and hit Heero right at the shoulder. He spat out some blood and the visions before him began to get unsharp. I'm gonna die now. Duo, Duo, my Duo. Help me Duo. As he thought those words the attack on him suddenly stopped. He thought he may be dead already, but then the sight in front of him ensured him.

All around Wing were OZ suits, destroyed. But who had destroyed them? Heero looked around and then stared into two very familiar big, green eyes. Deathscythe was facing him, well, what was left since the last fight. One arm lay besides it and the other hand held the scythe.

" D- Duo?" Heero whispered. He ignored the great pain of his shoulder. He could'nt believe what he just saw.

"Yeah, it's me, Heero. Guess you owe me one, ne?" Duo chuckled. "Ouch..".

Heero smiled lightly when he heard that familiar sound once more. He was so happy to have his Duo back. But then a sudden feeling overcame him.He felt like drowning. Drowning into a cold, black sea.

" D - Duo, help me… help me, please.Duo.." Heero pleaded.

"Heero? Bud, what's wrong? Shit. Heero!!" Duo began to shout.

But Heero didn't hear anything anymore. He drifted into the cold sea, and everything around him turned black.

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Where am I? The Japanese boy was flying, around him nothing but emptyness. Oh, I died. Then this must be hell.Well, fine with me. I don't deserve anything else.

"Oh, you do deserve something better than hell." A very familiar voice spoke.

"Duo?" Heero turned around but find nothing but the emtiness that was everywhere.

"Ne,don't look for me, Heero. You're just dreaming. And you do deserve happiness like all of us." Duo spoke very low, nearly sad.

"But, but Duo…"

"No buts, Heero. I was wrong speaking to you like that. But you've just hurt me, hurt me so much. That's why I ran away. I still do love you, Heero. So much."

"What? What did you .. just say?" Heero couldn't believe his ears.

"Yes, baka, you've just heard right: I do love you, Hee-chan." Duo said, voice filled with happiness.

So maybe that was the strange feeling he had while holding the photo. It was love. He loved Duo. He never felt that feeling before or even hoped to have someone who feels like that for him. He wanted to burst out into tears and clutch onto Duos strong shoulder tightly.

"But,why aren't you here, right beside me now? Why can't I see you, feel you, touch you?" Heeros voice sounded so, broken, so sad, troublesome.

"Ne, Heero, I've told you it's a dream. But it's time for you to wake up anyway." Duo answered, cheerfully.

"Wakie, Wakie, Hee-chan!"

"Hu?" The dream ended all of a sudden. Just a dream. Not reality. Heero could have cried. He felt really happy when Duo told him he loved him. Well, he chose to be the perfect soldier and live alone. It was his choice.

Then he looked around. He was in a hospital. But who was standing beside his bed? He could feel a presence but didn't dare to look at the person.

"Hee-chan? You're all right?" It was Duo. But he didn't sound angry or disappointed. He sounded, worried.

"What- Duo, what are you doing here?" Heero was really confused. First that weird dream and then Duo waiting at the side of his bed. What was happening? What has happened before? What was reality, and what illusion?

"Well, what do you think I'm doing in the middle of the night sitting beside my Hee-chans bed?" Duo surpressed the sarcasm in his voice.

"I thought you were still mad at me. I thought …."

"Whee, you better stop thinking then, Heero. I'm here to tell you that I'm sorry I acted the way I did. I was just so.. hurt and I overreacted. Sorry, Hee-chan." Duos voice was full of regret and so much pain.

Heero looked at the braided boy. He wore a black t-shirt and black jeans, as usual, but he still had the cast and many bandages around some body parts. Duo focused the floor beneath him, not daring to look into Heeros eyes.

But suddenly, a smile appeared on the japanese boys face. He smiled and looked at Duo.

"Duo, I forgive you. I guess I have to be grateful you saved me. Thank you so much, Duo. Thank you."

Duos eyes widened a bit, but then he started to smile even wider than Heero as he saw that rare smile on Heeros face.

"You're welcome. But, you should wear that smile more often. You're really looking very cute when you smile."

Heero suddenly blushed. He had never heard something like that before. He - cute? Well, since it was really not usual that Heero smiled, maybe it was. Then Heero realized something.

"Duo, I want to tell you something."

"Hu? What is it, Hee-chan?" Duo was confused and curious at the same time.

"Come a little closer." Heero demanded, still smiling.

When Duos ear and Heeros lips were just a centimeter apart, he whispered, " Ai Shiteru, Duo."

Duos eyes widened once more. No,he must have heard rong. Heero, the perfect soldier, speaking about love? Heero seemed to read Duos thoughts and answered his unspoken question.

"Yes, Duo. I did say I love you, because I just realized that it is like that. I felt so strange when you got hurt, when you told me you were so dissapointed, and when I found that photo in my cockpit… "

"Photo?" Duo asked.

"Yeah, the photo of us four pilots at the amusement park. Your favourite photo. You must have put it in there. That reminds me…"

" I didn't, Heero. I didn't put anything into your cockpit. I never dared to touch your Gundam, Heero."

" You didn't put it in there? And the hints?"

"Hints? Whadda ya talkin' about, Heero?" Duo was really confused now.

"The arabian newspaper and the Deathscythe piece with a drawing of Trowa."

"Ah, you mean those. Those weren't hints. Whadda ya think I am? Columbo? The part of Deathscythe got caught in my hair while I was in the cockpit, and the newspaper was from Quatre. The drawing was there cuz I was bored and I had my knife with me so I wanted to distract myself."

"The knife… weren't you the one who threw it after me in the forest? And what about the scythe in Wing?"

"Ooh, that… well.. I indeed drilled the scythe through Wing, cuz I was so angry at that time, but I swear I didn't throw my knife. How should I've done that? Some bastard has stolen it."

Heeros eyes widened. He thought Duo was the one who did all the things he'd just asked him now. But who else then? Especially, who had put the photo in his cockpit?

"Heero, you're allright?" Duo asked worriedly.

"Um.. I'm fine. Just... confused. Who could have put the photo inside my cockpit if it wasn't you?"

"Dunno, Hee-chan. But is that so important at the moment? You just should be glad you're still alive Heero. I am." Duo smiled at Heero.

"You are?"

"Of course I am, my koi. I love you so much, Heero, I would kill myself if you died. I swear that." Duo answered in a very serious tone.

Heero just smiled at the statement. At last, the dream wasn't just a dream. Duo even called him his koi. Heero was so happy.

"Hee-chan? What's wrong? Why are you crying?"

" I'm just, I'm so happy. So very happy Duo." Heero smiled, and Duo smiled back. "But, could you do me a faver, Duo?"

"Sure, whadda ya want, Heero?"

"Please, just… hold me, hug me. Let me be near you, touch you, feel you."

Duo smiled once more and did as he was asked to. He carefully wrung his arms around Heero, since the stoic boy was still wounded. And Heero hugged back. He even undid Duos braid and buried his head in that long hair. This was so perfect.

Heero wanted to stay like this forever. Happy seated in his lovers arms. And he would have been, if a sudden pain that rushed through his whole body hadn't interrupted him.

"Ouch…."

"Heero? Heero, what's wrong?" Duos voice had a very anxious tone.

"Please,Duo, get the doctor…" Heero managed to say.

"Heero, my God. I will, I will. Wait, stay here. God, Heero hold on!" Duo rushed outside and screamed down the corridor for help like a madman.

Heero just held his shoulder and clenched his teeth. He didn't even see the amount of nurses and doctors gathering around him. All he could still hear was Duos worried voice.

"Heero! Heero, hang on! Don't leave me now! Fight it, Heero, don't give up."

Then he passed out.

Wheee, shame on me once more… I should be doing homework…. And what do I do? I finish the third part of my second ficcie. Anyway, liked it? Did I fullfil your wishes and hopes? I'm just warning any of the people who hoped for a sappy ending…. Be prepared.. It'll get very angsty…