|Skeren Dreamera (skeren) wrote,|
@ 2005-05-05 00:39:00
|Entry tags:||duo, gw, heero, zechs|
Everything has an Ending
Title: Everything has an Ending
Author: Skeren Dreamera
Series: Gundam wing
Category: Deathfic, Angst
Rating: PG 13
Pairings: 1+2, 6x2
Warnings: Death of a favorite Bishi. Angst. Sadness. Morbid humor.
Notes: I just made up a quote for that opener there. It can double as a summary.
“Everything has an ending. The ending is sometimes the beginning. But sometimes the end is just an end, an abyss of loathing hate and sadness that a person can never overcome. Other times, the end is it’s own special happily ever after.”
He let his eyelashes flutter shut with a wave of self-loathing. He had a reason to hate himself. There was a reason he was kneeling before the headstone with that once so lively body beneath it. He’d come after the others had left, knowing his reception wouldn’t be that of welcome. He’d killed him. It was sheer stupidity that had caused the death, letting paranoia get a hold on him like that. Idiot fool had always claimed he’d be the death of him, and he’d been more than right.
It had been a dark night, and he’d been unable to sleep for nearly two days. Duo had surprised him, in that way he’d never been able to understand. He’d jumped around the corner of his powerless apartment, one of those mysterious grins on his face, and he’d shot him. It had been a clean death, and Heero cringed away from the memory of what he’d done. He hadn’t even meant to, but the reflex… He’d just woken from a half-hour of nightmares after a couple days of no sleep… It had been purely bad timing. And now he was dead.
Heero placed the black metal in his hands at the base of the tombstone and bowed his head, his tears finally leaking free. “I was going to give those to you soon my friend. I knew you’d like to have part of Deathscythe.” He paused, running his fingers over the inscription in the ebony marble they’d found. “I’m sorry Duo.” He didn’t linger any longer, rising to his feet and striding away on swift feet. He knew the others would come, if not at that moment, then eventually. He wasn’t the only one with regrets.
Only Relena and Howard had made it to the main funeral out of Duo’s loved ones, and the press and fanfare had failed to be counted in that number. After, the other pilots hadn’t dared come, though each paid their own tribute. There had been retribution for Duo’s death in the form of a new type of revolution, and it had had a ripple affect. He hadn’t been a street rat in the end. He’d been Relena’s right hand man, wielding political power in a way that only a war hero could. He’d changed so much in the few years since the war, and he’d been well on his way to uniting everything together at last. The mistake that night had effectively destroyed the ideal he’d created.
It was a few days before another person came to the graveside, having been told by his sister of the ruin. He should have been the first to know after what Heero had done, and yet he hadn’t. Apparently his place in political circles on a remote new colony was far more important than attending the funeral of his husband. He hadn’t even been told until the night before when he saw on the news what had happened. So here he was, saying goodbye to the love of his life. He’d been talking to him for hours.
“I told you, you little fool. You never could listen to me, could you? Sure, I hadn’t known you as long as anyone else we knew, but I still knew them… I love you though.” Zechs trailed off into a hoarse whisper, his voice unable to take anymore as he crouched on the ground in the beautiful place that Duo had often come to think in. It was at the edge of a national forest. That, at least, they’d remembered to do while he was not there. “And your will was a stupid, frightening bit of foresight Duo. How had you known?” There was another pause as he gathered himself, feeling both amused and sad he’d been outwitted that one last time. “I’ll miss you.” Looking down to the copy of the will he held in his hands, he could only shake his head over Duo’s humor. He’d managed to get the last laugh even in death.
Duo had written the will the morning he’d died, and that alone was suspect. His phrasing was almost playful, and within the lines he made it clear that his family was not to grieve for him. He knew he wouldn’t live forever. He even had the gall to tell them not to fight too hard over those old socks of his. There was an order to his husband telling him to stake out one of the other pilots instead of wasting away without him, the words practically an order, with a clear innuendo as to who the ‘other pilots’ was honestly referring to. But the thing that was truly astounding was the last thing on the will. His last wish was that whoever killed him be forgiven of the crime. It was clear he’d known, somehow, what was to happen, and he’d done the will just so that his accidental murderer and husband would end up in close quarters for the next year. He always had loved irony.
The tombstone was simple, ebony marble carved with fine flowing letters.
“Some people knew me as Duo Maxwell. I didn’t start out like that. I started out as Kid, until someone died to name me. Now that I’m gone, pass the name on.
AC 180 to AC 199
In the words of the wise
The End, because there’s no such thing as Happily Ever After.”