He sat in the rocking chair. Staring, staring into the future. It had been a whole 5 years since the war and still his soul was restless, it wandered far, far more than his body could ever take him; for it finally had. He drove too far to home laughed at death too much. And now he had to pay the price…
The doctor told him that he could walk no longer. He should’ve been wearing a seat belt, and he should’ve made Duo too. Because now he would have to face eternity alone without the one he was meant to be with because he was stupid.
“Heero? I brought you some tea…to sooth your nerves…” Quatre said quietly, interrupted the silence. He was standing at the doorway with a tray in his hands.
“Thanks…” Heero said quietly. He turned the wheel chair around clumsily, his hands sliding on the bars.
“There.” Quatre said giving him the tea carefully and setting the tray on the stand besides him. Quatre smiled, trying to descise the pity he felt deep in his heart for the boy.
“Quatre…” He asked still staring in the cup of tea.
“Yes?” He asked anxiously looking up at him.
“Do you pity me? Are you angry at me for my carelessness?” Heero asked quietly feeling the tears well in his eyes. Ever since the crash, the tears always fell so easily. Quatre reached across the table to wipe them away Hero bushed his hand away from him “Don’t touch me…” Heero whispered.
“I am not angry with you. It was a stupid mistake. And pity…I can’t pity you Heero, in fact I am jealous that you can go on so strongly…” Quatre responded in half truth, he looked into the cobalt eyes, misty from lack of sleep and grief. ‘I can’t stand to see him like this…’ Quatre thought.
Heero put the cup on the night stand with the tray. “Oh god Quatre, I thought out of the two of us, I would go in battle, not like this! Him, in a car crash, Oh God! I didn’t even get to…to… say goodbye…” Heero cried. He put his hands over his scarred face, damp with tears and guaze.
Quatre dropped to his knees in front of him and hugged him… “Ssshh, sssh, Heero…” he whispered quietly. He tightened his grasp around him. “That’s it Heero, just cry, cry…” He sobbed as the tears fled down his face for his friends and his own pain.
“Heero! watch out! The car!” Duo yelled.
Screeching of tires and the familiar sound of twisting metal.
Blackness…the cool, thick, metallic smell of blood in the air.
Pain, the pain and fear he felt so deep inside, he opened his eyes and saw the twisted body infront of his, the braid black with blood.
“Heero…I …I…” the body breathed its last breath, “Shinigami…”
“Duo…? DUO? No don’t leave me! Please…don’t…” He said quietly trying to reach for the dead boy…
Blackness…he swam in it, he drowned in it.
“Heero Yuy, will never walk again. His spine is broken.” The doctor glanced reluctantly at the broken boy who lay in the bed. “He is also scarred over 30% of his body…this fortunatly can be fixed.”
“And Duo?” Quatre asked quietly, already white from the shock.
“Yes, Duo Maxwell…there was a complication and there was too much bleeding, we just couldn’t stop it. He passed away…I’m sorry…”
Quatre looked up at him, he had stopped crying. “What are you thinking about?” He asked.
“I’m going to stop this, I have got to go on, and I think Duo might be angry with me if i didn’t…” He mumbled he started to smile wiping away his tears “He would say, ‘what’s a wrong stupid, I am shinigami…! If you died, then I wouldn’t have the priviledge of seeing you in a midlife crisis!! With Relena!!” He laughed…
Quatre gave him a side long glance, ‘Has he finally lost it…’ he thought. “Heero??” he asked.
“I want to go for a walk…” he declaired looking up at the Arabian boy.
“Sure…” Quatre smiled.
End