There was a slight noise
coming from the cell down the hallway. At first, it seemed like nothing. Maybe a
few rats crawling around, making some prisoner uneasy, Heero had thought. He
ignored the taps and bangs from the cell. He pulled off the hat from his
uniform. It was already getting hot in the room, and he couldn’t stand the OZ
uniform. Perhaps it was the whole standardized outfit and the idea behind it
that practically sickened Heero. What ever it was, he was not enjoying being a
spy. He could sense something defiantly wrong, noticing that his partner was
already late. Not that Duo Maxwell was never tardy to some mission or important
meeting, but this was getting even late for Duo. Heero waited patiently,
wondering where his partner could be.
The banging from the cell became
louder…more peculiar and different from when Heero had first heard it. Voices
could now be heard from behind the steel walls. They bellowed suddenly, when the
door shifted open.
Heero dodged into some dark corner beyond the OZ
soldiers’ sight. They seemed to be arguing and running at the same time, as if
they were trying to get as far as possible away from that cell. Heero was
intrigued by the soldiers’ odd disappearance down the hallway. He crept forward
to the abandoned cell. Heero turned, to find something
unbelievable.
Sometimes the gracious winner loses his match.
All I
see is deep red…not like the red you’ll see as you enter this cold room. No…a
far deeper red then blood. Almost is if it fades into blackness. I’m not seeing
through my eyes anymore. Heero, I see you walking in…seeing me lie there. I’m
dead now… no more life in my eyes. It’s all gone…the smile…the warm expression I
give only to you truly. It died with my body…lying there in pierced shadows
amongst the cold steel floor. All bruised and beaten…I watch you watch me. How
careful you scan myself…or what was myself. God…this was not the way I wanted to
go. I didn’t want you to see me…like this! I didn’t want you to see my corpse
drenched in my own blood, eyes cocked in a funny expression of true horror. No…I
wanted to grow old with you, Heero. I wanted to savor every minute I could steal
from you. Heh…it was sorta like a challenge that I was beginning to win. Maybe
you did truly love me…maybe you did mean all those sweet things you told me
while no one was around except us. Too bad I didn’t believe you then. Heero, I
wish I could hear those three words from you again. No more.
You can’t
hear me, can you? But I can hear and see every movement you make. Don’t you
understand, Heero? I’m dead! I was killed because of who I was. I was killed
because I wasn’t afraid. Those old soldier tricks won’t bring me back! I’m DEAD!
I’M DEAD! I, nor you, can have those good old days anymore. THEY’RE DEAD!
THEY’RE DEAD!!!! Let your love for me be killed along with it.
There are
no tears on your face. Are you not sad? Well…you can’t be. You’re Heero. You’ll
always be the perfect soldier. How can you be sad? I’ll be sad though…I’ll miss
every day that is spent with out you. I need you to know that. But I can’t tell
you. My lips are frozen in that twisted place. They can longer move for you…I
wish they could…I wish I could kiss you once more.
I just wanted to let
you know, it wasn’t painful. The bullet went straight through, shocking me
completely. It happened so fast…that is didn’t allow pain to seep in. Right
through my heart that I have dedicated to everyone. I should have loved you
more…
Wait…why are you kneeling down? Why do you hold my limp fingers
tightly? Don’t you know I can’t hold yours back? Why do you brush away the bangs
from my forehead with care? I can no longer feel your soft skin against mine. I
can’t possibly hug back, and hold you even tighter. Why are you shivering? Why,
Heero? Why? To claps your hands together and rock back and forth…why? Can’t you
see…I can’t do that anymore…I can’t! All I can do is watch you, from behind cold
eyes…
You never realize what you have, until it’s gone. And sometimes,
when it comes back, you feel so sad because really…it’s not all back. And it
feels just as empty as when it left.
Someone walked behind Heero, who was
now sitting next to the body. Heero gazed back at the visitor, who he recognized
immediately. “You’re on time.” He said.
“I’m…I’m so
sorry…Heero.”
Heero went back to stare upon his love…now eyes shut
respectively and hands held together in a cryptic fashion. Heero’s doing…no
less…
The visitor only watched from the doorway, knowing Heero’s one true
love was assassinated, right before his eyes.
The End
Dedicated to
NicNac; someone very special who I wish was still here with us to read this.
You’re gone because you’re beliefs and lifestyle…but it’s not your fault. May
the hatred that killed you die as well. You’ll be missed.
