25-Jan-2002
Title: Break the Terror of the Urban Spell: Part 9
Author: Kimmie (JaenKaeGW@hotmail.com)
Archive: GW Addiction
Category: yaoi, angst, dark, deathfic
Pairings: ?+2
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, I mean no harm, I have no
money... Stuff like that. Yeah.
Rating: NC-17 (This part is maybe an R for the images presented.)
Warnings: Inspired by Anne Rice's "Sleeping Beauty" trilogy... to a
point. Oh, and, a slight language warning.
Spoilers: None.
Notes: Title pulled from Tori Amos... "Riot Poof" off of "to venus
and back". C&C appreciated... required if you want more. *chibi
fangirl glare* Hopefully, I'll actually be able to stay with this
story until it's done this time. ^_^ I've decided to keep it a secret
for a while as to who the ? is in this story. I'm sure you've all
figured out that it's either Heero or Zechs, but I won't tell you
until it's time. *grin* Enjoy.
EXTRA NOTE: This is not a chapter of the story to just start reading
at randomly. The beginning line of each section will say
either "Start Present" or "Start Flashback". It's hard to get the two
confused if you've read the whole fic so far, but if you haven't,
realize the difference and note that this is a deathfic.
\\START PRESENT//
He sat on the hilltop, looking down at the shredded grass in front of him that was beginning to dry on the edges. "You're dead."
The sun was setting in the distance, the clouds a dozen brilliant colors. But, this wasn't the apartment where everything had first happened. You couldn't see a vibrant orange like that in the surveillance footage. You couldn't hear a sound like this wind on those recordings. But you could experience things you'd never seen, even if you couldn't get into the heads of everyone you might see on the screen. That was the regret of not being there.
Cold. It was a cool day, but it was growing cold as the sun set behind trees that moved like frightened rabbits in the high wind that blew across the hills.
This place was special to him, and to Duo. Perhaps that was what made it Duo's chosen place to die. Now, his blood had soaked into the rich earth, fortifying the beautiful grass that Duo called "forever greener". They say the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence. That's what he saw here. That's what he had seen in this building, this landscape, this place that held so many good memories for him that he couldn't seem to bring to mind right now.
Duo was as good as gone, his body broken from his fall, mangled from his last attempts to crawl to the man he loved. He'd seen it, and then he'd run. He didn't want to think about going back and attempting to call the police, having to walk past that cold body, knowing it wouldn't respond if he touched the man's cheek gently like he loved to do.
"I was afraid this would happen, you know," he whispered to the air. "This happens to everyone I love..." He buried his long fingers in the soft grass again, his fists clenching in anger. With a heart- wrenching scream, he uprooted the blades between his fingers as though they were as sharp as any other blades. As he ended his screams, he unclenched his fingers and let the blades fall from his hands as he hiccoughed sobs that he'd been trying to suppress.
His face contorted into a red, squashed version of his former vision, his blue eyes tinged pink from his attempts to keep himself from being overcome with emotion. But, it wasn't working. He was beginning to feel the pain that came from losing a loved one. He'd never let if affect him before, but he was only human, and this blow was one too many to keep his tower of strength standing.
Before he realized it, warm tears with catching on his skin as they gave themselves a path down his neck and onto his lips. More followed the path forged by the leaders.
And he sat there, sobbing and trying to stifle the feelings that were welling up in him. His breathing was labored, and his lips were trembling, his eyelashes fluttering to rid themselves of the evidence of emotion they had unwittingly captured.
"Duo," he whispered to the wind and the grass and the body lying prone in the darkness, a body of strange new angles, blood, vomit, shit, a long braid and a long black cloak with Velcro. The images were overwhelming and he retched in remembrance of the way Duo had looked there.
His breath came in shaky gasps, tears still trickling down and landing on the ground which soaked them up as easily as they did his lover's blood. His breathing sped up with his heart rate, the air being expelled before the oxygen could be extracted. With a final soft cry, he collapsed into a heap of flesh, bone and blood not too unlike the one that lay that distance away.
The night was cold, and he was alone. And, for the first time, he really felt it.
//END PRESENT\\
End Part 9
(:./jennykim/break9)
