I was listening to that wonderful song and the image of Sally sitting there crying with Une uncomfortably looking on popped into my head. The rest of the story sprang up around it.
Une walked into the Preventer’s breakroom. She paused to glance sadly at Sally, who sat folded over a newspaper and was sobbing as though her heart were breaking. They were the only ones in the small area. A few passersby suspected the reason for her tears, but none felt it was their place to attempt to comfort her.
Kids with guns
Kids with guns
Taking over
But it won’t be long
Quatre’s bright, but serious voice heralded the beginning of the audio file, “Sally, you may understand why we have done what we have done, maybe you won’t. Regardless, we feel this is what needs to be done. You will not receive this in time to do anything. We have made certain of it. We have already sent files to those whom they belong, and we leave it up to you to ensure everyone receives their due. However, this is for you. You deserve that much.” There is a contemplative silence and in the absence of a voice, Sally could hear words to go with the music playing in the background.
They’re mesmerized
Skeletons
Kids with guns
Kids with guns
Easy does it, easy does it, they’ve got something to say no to
“We can’t take it. Each of us for our own reasons, which may or may not be revealed to you. For me, it’s too much pressure. Too many people wanting to depend on me and yet expecting that I would somehow maintain a pretty innocence. There are plenty other things I might say, but that’s my only real reason.”
Drinking out
Pacifier
Vitimin souls
Street desire
Doesn’t make sense to
But it won’t be long
Duo’s portion began with his nervous laugh, “I’m sure Q-ball gave you all the pertinent details, so I guess I’ll pick things up here.” There was a pause and when he next spoke, his voice was serious. It gradually turned bitter as he spoke his grievances, “I’m just sick of it all. These people make me ill. I gave so much to them and I get nothing back. Not even what they insisted they wanted. I’m just done with it. I don’t think I deserve an award or anything, but it’d be nice to fight for something and actually get it.” The bitterness drained away as he addressed Sally. “Anyway, have a good life, Sal. We’ll miss you.”
Kids with guns
Kids with guns
Easy does it, easy does it, they’ve got something to say no to
Trowa cleared his throat before he spoke, “I’m just ready. It’s time, and I couldn’t think of a better way to do it. One last reminder to us all that someone did care. I’m tired of being ostracized for doing things I never knew were wrong, tired of not knowing what’s right. I’m tired of the nightmares that plague my sleep when I don’t spent that time worrying that someone will kill my closest friends. Or me.” He let out a bitter chuckle, “Ironic, really. Most people pray for sleep. I pray for insomnia.”
And they’re turning us into monsters
Turning us into fire
Turning us into monsters
It’s all desire
It’s all desire
It’s all desire
“We aren’t needed anymore,” Wufei began abruptly. “We have fulfilled our roles and gone above and beyond the call of duty numerous times.” His voice softened sadly, “I’m ready to see what comes next. I-I can’t do anymore. Thank you for all that you have given me. All that you have given us. Thank you for any and all things you will do. Farewell.”
Drinking out
Pacifier
Sinking soul
There you are
Doesn’t make side to
But it won’t be long
The silence stretched for a bit, almost as though the speaker was thinking of what he needed to say. “I should have done this a long time ago.” It was Heero. He sounded very thoughtful and a little sad. “For them, I didn’t. I stayed to make them happy. Now they’re all going, I can’t stay. They helped me be me and without them, I can’t hold onto that. I haven’t had enough practice.”
Cause kids with guns
Kids with guns
Easy does it, easy does it, they’ve got something to say no to
Une carefully slipped the newspaper from Sally’s hands. Sally used them to cover her face as she continued to weep. She looked at the front page, her eyes drawn to the picture before the words. It was someone’s living room, possibly Quatre’s. The couch looked familiar. The five ex-Gundam Pilots were sprawled within. Heero and Trowa sat at opposite ends of the couch, their heads fallen back over the arms. Their extended arms, guns in hand, were limp at their sides against the back of the couch. The camera angle revealed a bloody patch of white wall behind Heero, whose face is not visible. A neat red hole decorated the spot between Trowa’s eyes as he stared blindly at the camera.
Wufei sat on the floor between them with his head resting peacefully on the couch. His shoulders were covered by Heero and Trowa’s hands. His own rest in the puddle of blood that surrounded him. The ornate katana piercing his chest is the obvious cause of the blood. Quatre and Duo were curled up together on an overstuffed chair, apparently sleeping, their slack faces turned towards the couch and peaceful. An insert photo revealed the empty orange medicine bottle, the name of the medicine, Valium, circled in red.
And they’re turning us into monsters
Turning us into fire
Turning us into monsters
It’s all desire
It’s all desire
It’s all desire
Une finally turns her eyes to the headline, dread in her heart, “Gundam Pilots Dead: A soldier’s death five years later?”
Is she is she real is she
Is she real is she (It’s real)
Is she is she real