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WARNING : This contains YAOI content, so if you start puking at the idea of
two boys being lovers, just take the barf bag and leave.
AMONG OTHER THINGS : Angst. Sorta death fic. The song is by Jim Brickman
and Martina McBride.
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Valentine
~ a Gwing songfic by Janice
[If there were no words
No way to speak
I would still hear you]
Heero laid fresh flowers on the forgotten grave.
Forgotten by everyone but him.
There was a hint of pain and unspoken grief that shimmered in eyes in the form of unshed tears. The stoic posture, knelt on one knee before the cracked tombstone, was shaking a little as trembling hands traced the outline of the picture that showed a grinning braided boy.
Forget-me-nots. You always said it symbolized undying love. I miss you so much… Duo…
[If there were no tears
No way to feel inside
I’d still feel for you]
Regaining his composure, Heero got up and pressed his lips briefly on the forehead of the chipped statue of an angel that hovered above the grave.
The tall statue of an angel, with a long braid swirled around its body. It’s huge wings were stretched out, as if it was guarding the grave. Long, pointed bangs covered it’s solemn face.
It stood out from all the crosses that adorned the other graves around it.
Just like how Duo had always stood out from everyone else.
Like how he was the first to capture his heart.
Ore no hatsukoi.
* * * * *
Heero stepped into the apartment silently, locking the door with a quick twist of the rusted key. As he looked up, the most surprising sight greeted him.
The normally bare wooden make shift dining table was covered with a tablecloth. On the white fabric, laid a small bottle of champagne and two chipped wineglasses. A cracked blue vase was set in the middle, and in it laid a single flawless forget-me-not. Beside it was a tall white candle, unlit.
And hovering unsteadily over the candle was Duo, who held a box of matches in one hand and a recently used match in the other. ‘ Ya bloody candle, light ! LIGHT damnit!’ The stubborn candle stood up defiantly and ignored him
Heero stood there in silence and regarded the scene before him with much amusement. Kneeling on a stool, Duo was perspiring lightly with all the effort and loose strands of his long bangs were plastered messily over his face. The latter continued swearing at the accursed candle, oblivious to the scrutiny directed towards him.
Stepping behind his beloved soundlessly, Heero encircled his arms around his narrow waist, carefully as not to make his presence known.
Just then, there was a loud knock on the door. ‘ Chang Brothers’ Delivery! Open up!’ It sounded unusually deafening in the silence of the apartment and Duo, who was very much startled by the rude intrusion, lost his balance on the stool and fell…
… straight into the arms of Heero.
Expecting a good hard bump to hit him soon on the rear, Duo squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for the inevitable. However, he felt strong arms catch him, breaking his fall. Peeping through a crack, he found Heero’s cobalt blue eyes gazing back with so much love that he came close to melting in the awkward embrace.
‘ Heero?’
‘ Hm…?’ He brushed his lips against the other’s forehead.
‘ When didja come in? ’
‘ Just now.’
‘ How come I didn’t hear ya?’
‘ You were too busy scolding the candle.’
Duo blushed sheepishly, remembering the obscenities that flowed out of his mouth in his moment of frustration.
‘ OI!! ANYONE IN THERE ?! HURRY UP, I DON’T HAVE ALL DAY!!’
Heero narrowed his eyes dangerously. Depositing Duo gently on the tattered couch, he went opened the door and greeted the delivery man with a few choice words. After a few minutes, he shut the door with an armful of boxes and parcels, ‘ You ordered Chinese?’
‘ Uh- huh. I wanted to cook at first, but… the chicken turned out erm, inedible. Ya don’t mind, ne?’
‘ What’s the occasion?’ he continued, placing the items on the table and helpfully lit the candle with a single match, much to the indignation of Duo.
He smiled dreamily. ‘ Our very first Valentine Day together.’
Heero frowned slightly, not quite comprehending.
‘ It’s a special day for lovers ,’ he added, noticing his lover’s lack of response.
Heero walked over to the couch and embraced him possessively. Pressing the warm cheek against his own, he inhaled the comforting musk of Duo, ‘ You didn’t have to, you know.’
He hugged him back tightly, ‘ I just wanted to… oh Heero… daisuki ne…’
His reply was answered with a kiss from the other. Their tongues caressed each other as soft lips pressed together. Soon, the food on the table was left forgotten as they were lost, indulging themselves in the pleasure of exploring every curve and line of each other.
[And even if the sun refused to shine
Even if romance ran out of rhyme
You would still have my heart
Until the end of time
You’re all I need
My love
My valentine]
* * * * * * * * * *
[All of my life
I have been waiting for
All you give to me
You’ve opened my eyes
And shown me how to love unselfishly]
Heero buried his face into Duo’s pillow. The latter’s smell was already starting to fade. It didn’t really matter though. His lover’s scent had already been permanently etched in his mind.
It had been exactly one year ever since he had gone.
That one year had been sheer hell. He struggled just to make it through everyday.
It was so hard. Living without Duo.
Duo’s love.
Duo’s laughter.
Duo’s very presence.
In fact, he had become so accustomed to it that on the morning after the funeral, he had gotten up, made breakfast for two and got worried when Duo didn’t come home after his usual half an hour grocery shopping.
* * * * *
‘ Quatre?’
‘ Heero! Are you okay?’
‘ Have you seen Duo? He hasn’t come back yet and I was just wandering if he’d dropped by your place or something.’
There was a very long silence before a quavering voice spoke up, ‘ Heero. Duo’s gone.’
‘ Oh, he left already? Never mind then. Bye- ’
‘ Heero, please. Duo is gone. You know that.’ The voice had a pleading tone to it.
Heero frowned. ‘ I know he’s go- ’
‘ HEERO! DAMNIT! Duo’s GONE!! DEAD!! DUO’S DEAD!!’
Heero’s eyes widened in horror as the receiver slipped from his trembling hand.
Dead… dead… Duo was… dead…
He suddenly heard a loud anguished scream. Covering his ears, he sank down to the floor, trying to block out the horrible sound until he realized…
… he was screaming.
Then darkness came and claimed him.
* * * * *
[I’ve dreamed of this a thousand times before
But in my dreams I couldn’t love you more
I will give you my heart
Until the end of time
You’re all I need
My love
My valentine]
Heero… Heero… wake up…
He frowned slightly in his sleep. Duo?
How’s life? Don’t ask me the same cuz it oughta be ‘ How’s death?’
Opening his eyes, he could make out the faint silhouette of a slim figure seated at the window ledge, with one leg casually drawn to the chest.
‘ Duo?’
No, it’s Lewinsky. ‘ Course it’s me, baka. Ya haven’t forgotten me, have ya?
‘ How could I have ever forgotten? My first valentine… ‘
Also your first love, first sex partner, first best friend, but that’s besides the point.
‘ I missed you so much…’ Heero whispered with a catch in his voice, a lump forming in his throat.
…… oh Heero… I missed ya too…
‘ Then why did you come NOW ?! Do you know how hard it is? How hard it is just to turn around every morning and find your side of the bed empty? DO YOU?! ’ The tears he held back for so long finally started pouring down his cheeks.
Heero… I was with ya all this while…
‘ THEN?! How come I didn’t see you?’
Man, I hate to drop this on ya but ya’re gonna die soon. Ya can see me right?
Only people who’ll die like, real soon can see the dead. Scary, ne?
‘ Then, will I be with you? When I die?’
Yeah. I think so. Wait a minute, aren’t ya like, upset or anythin’?
‘ No! Duo… I’ve never felt better… can you arrange for me to die faster?’
Honey, I have no right in all those things… s’up to ‘em.
‘ Hold me?’
Duo slipped off the ledge and slid under the bed covers. Heero held him tightly, pressing kisses all over his face, ‘ Oh Duo… I love you…’
Warm, familiar hands held him close as a nose nuzzled his face. I think… ya don’t gotta wait long…
‘ I sure hope so…’
[And even if the sun refused to shine
Even if romance ran out of rhyme
You would still have my heart
Until the end of time
Cuz all I need is you
My valentine]
The next day, Quatre picked up the phone and answered it, ‘ Yes?’
‘ Mr. Winner?’
‘ Uh- huh. Who is this please?’
‘ This is Dr. Harrison of the state hospital. Mr. Heero Yuy was knocked down by a car this morning. I’d like you to come over to identify his body, please.’
[You’re all I need
My love
My valentine]
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