DISCLAIMER : All characters belong to their respective owners. This is only a

product of my sick and twisted imagination *^_~

However, this ficcie is MINE!

two boys being lovers, just take the barf bag and leave.

AMONG OTHER THINGS : Death fic. Pure angst. I cried while writing this.

The morbid but oh-so-cool song ‘ Perfect’ belongs to

Smashing Pumpkins.

Perfect

~ a Gwing songfic by Janice

‘ Goodbye.’

Duo looked up from the old, tattered manga he was reading, ‘ Where’ ya going? Get me a soda ne? Thanks.’ He promptly went back to his reading.

Heero stared at the lovely vision before him. He doesn’t suspect a thing… Quietly, he walked towards the unsuspecting boy and stood over him for a full minute before the object of his scrutiny finally lifted his head up again.

‘ What? Bug in your pants?’ Despite the joke, he looked vaguely annoyed at being interrupted for the second time.

‘ I…am leaving.’ There was a tone of finality in his sentence.

Duo must have felt it, for his heart wrenchingly beautiful face paled visibly. He tried to think of a joke but for once, he was at loss for words. Dropping his crumpled manga on the bed, he looked up at Heero’s passive face to wait for an explanation or maybe ...

‘ I’m going to Relena’s. I won’t be back.’ Heero refused to meet the gaze of disbelief. Without looking back, he grabbed the old knapsack by the door and left.

[I know we’re just like old friends

We just can’t pretend

That lovers make amends

We are reasons so unreal

We can’t help but feel

That something has been lost]

* * * * * * * * * *

Heero stared out of a window that had been polished to perfection.

‘ Heero?’

He reluctantly turned at the sound of Relena’s voice. Worry tainted her words.

‘ I’m fine.’

‘ Are you sure?’ Smooth hands and delicate fingers played over his chiseled features as he shut his eyes to surrender to the gentle touch.

[But please

You know you’re just like me

Next time

I promise we’ll be

Perfect

Perfect

Perfect strangers down the line

Lovers out of time

Memories unwind]

* * * * *

* * * * *

[So far

I still know who you are

But now

I wonder who I was]

* * * * * * * * * *

‘ Duo? Please open the door? I know you’re upset and all but… but life isn’t so bad… Maybe he’ll realize it’s a mistake and… Duo? Du-shit!’ Quatre finally released a curse that he had held off too long. Just as he was about to leave, a whiff of a nostalgic rusty, coppery smell caught his attention. ‘ Duo? Duo! Open the damn door or I’ll fucking break it down!! Duo!’ The Arabian boy lost his temper as worry overcame control. Slamming his slight frame against the sturdy bedroom door that his servant had lost the keys to, he yelled for Trowa who had already arrived to find out what the commotion was about.

With both pilots’ combined strength, the stubborn door finally gave way. Quatre coughed as he frantically waved his hand in a feeble attempt to clear some of the dust in the air that had been caused by the fall of the door.

Scanning the room, he found what he had been looking for on the blood streaked floor,‘ Du- Allah! Duo!! Trowa!!’

[Angel you know it’s not the end

We’ll always be good friends

The letters have been sent on]

* * * * * * * * * *

‘ Heero dear? It’s Quatre on the phone,’ Relena stared expectantly at the stoic boy that sat at the study table in an unnatural silence. There was a sort of darkness that seemed to have enveloped Heero, especially those few days. It was making him even more unapproachable than usual. Relena struggled to mask her frustration under a polite smile.

Without a slightest noticeable movement, Heero replied coldly, ‘ I don’t want to talk to him.’ He discreetly slipped the mysterious object that Relena had seen him observing ever so often into his trouser pocket.

‘ He says it’s important,’ she replied softly, covering the mouthpiece with a daintily gloved hand.

‘ Tell him I don’t care.’

Relena gave an inaudible sigh as she dutifully passed the message. ‘ Are you sure yo-’

Snarling, Heero snatched the receiver from her hand and shouted, ‘ I TOLD YOU! I DON’T WANT TO TALK TO YOU!! JUST GET THE FUCK LOST!!!’

There was a long silence before he heard Quatre’s voice, sad, soft and choked with tears,‘ Bastard… Duo deserved so much more…’ With that, the line was disconnected with a click.

Somehow, there was sinking feeling in his gut. There was something wrong…

Grabbing the keys, he leapt into the jeep and drove without even offering an explanation to a very confused Relena.

* * * * * * * * * *

‘ WHERE THE FUCK ARE THEY?!!’ Heero stormed into the mansion and grabbed the butler’s collar lifting him a foot off the ground.

‘ S-sir! Please release me!’ He was unceremoniously dropped to the ground.

‘ WHERE. ARE. THEY.’ The voice sounded murderously calm, the words spoken with a hint of madness, an unspoken death threat.

Spotting the dangerous glint in his eye, the butler prudently told him Quatre’s whereabouts before the stranger left without another word.

* * * * * * * * * *

[So please

You always were so free

You’ll see

I promise we’ll be

Perfect

Perfect strangers when we meet

Strangers on the street

Lovers while we sleep]

The location was a nearby hospital. The twisting feeling in his gut grew stronger as he ran each step closer to where he had been told by a frightened nurse where he would find Duo Maxwell - the emergency room. His footsteps echoed in the empty halls. The feeling of loneliness was overwhelming.

Finally, he reached his destination and found a small, familiar crowd there. Quatre, looking severely distressed, Trowa, with his arms encircled protectively around him and even Wufei looked visibly worried.

‘ What happened?’ His voice came out in ragged breaths. Quatre suddenly looked up as he noticed him for the first time. His blue eyes were filled with rage at the first sight of him. Lunging at Heero, the distraught boy started screaming as he pinned the former to the wall, ‘ YOU BASTARD!! SON OF A BITCH!! WHY THE FUCKING HELL DID YOU COME??!! FUCK OFF!!’

Stunned by the boy’s unexpected actions, Heero didn’t fight back. The azure eyes had swelled with tears of anger and grief. Trowa stood up and gently restrained Quatre, ‘ In case you came here to see Duo,’ he addressed Heero coldly, ‘ we found him in his room, lying in a pool of blood and unconscious.’

Cobalt blue eyes widened in disbelief and horror. Emerald green eyes stared back, never wavering.

‘ You disgust me, Yuy,’ Wufei spoke for the first time, ‘ you don’t deserve Maxwell. He’s too good for you.’

Just then, the doors of the emergency room swung open. A very apologetic, fatigued surgeon appeared and smiled sadly as he took his mask off, ‘ I did what I could and I’m afraid… he won’t make it… but one person can go in to see him…just one… he’s very weak, so please be quiet…’

Quatre’s body was wracked with sobs as he turned to Trowa, who in turn buried his face into the boy’s soft blonde locks. His one visible eye held volumes of unspoken sorrow, while Wufei just turned away to face the wall, his shoulders shaking with grief.

Heero felt his soul crack at the doctor’s words.

He staggered towards the room, where his love laid on a cold, metal operating table, covered with a green sheet. ‘ Duo…Duo…?’ Holding one cold hand to his cheek, he stroked the boy’s hair, ‘ I’m sorry…I love you…not Relena…so sorry…I love you…’ He bent down to the still form and pressed a soft kiss on the pale, bluish lips. ‘ I’ll promise you anything you want… I promise you we’ll be together… always… promise to love you always…together…’

Heero watched in morbid fascination as a tear slowly made its way down Duo’s pale cheek. He gently kissed it away, as he ignored the loud buzz of the electrocardiogram. He could feel a draught in the room.

A faint smile appeared on his lips as he took his ever present chrome .45 out and pressed it to his head.

* * * * * * * * * *

Wufei sighed. The death of a comrade… no, more than that. Duo was a genuine friend… someone he could rely on, someone he could trust.

And now he was gone.

Wufei struggled to fight the tears that had made their way to his eyes.

He gingerly stepped into the operation theater and let out a sharp gasp at what he saw. Hearing the distressed sound, Trowa gathered Quatre in his arms and followed.

There, laid Heero in a pool of a blood on the floor. Duo’s hand was clutched in his. Lifeless as they were, oddly enough, Heero’s hand never let go of Duo’s.

And Trowa could have sworn there was a hint of a smile on both their faces.

‘ I think,’ he said in a choked whisper, ‘ Duo has forgiven Heero.’ He turned towards the other two, ‘ Maybe we should too.’

[Perfect

You know this has to be

We always were so free

We promised that we’d be

Perfect]

[Perfect]

[Perfect…]

* * * * * * * * * *

Relena choked back a few sobs as a sympathetic morgue attendant handed her Heero’s clothes and belongings. Suddenly, a draft blew through the room and something fell out of his trouser pocket.

Blinking the tears away, she bent down and picked what she assumed was a piece of paper up. She turned it over and released a loud gasp of horror.

It was a photograph.

Heero was scowling as he had his arm protectively around Duo’s waist, while the latter was giving his trademark grin as he leaned into his partner’s loving embrace.

There were a few words neatly written at the left hand corner.

‘ Partner in work

Partner in life

Partner in love.’

It was undeniably Heero’s handwriting. Too shocked to speak, Relena ran her fingertips over the word. To her utter horror, the letters smeared.

As if it had just been written.

She stared at her fingers. The ink was still fresh.

Swallowing a lump that had just formed in her throat, she returned her attention to the mysterious object. At the bottom of those simple, yet meaningful words, was a another line mischievously scrawled:-

‘ Partner in sex too !’

Relena could have sworn she heard a certain braided baka’s laughter.

Copyright © Aquarii a.k.a Janice 1999