03-Oct-2000
Title: Acquiescence
Author: Asuka
Feedback: Please?
Archive: GW Addiction (thanks, Tyr and DaMoyre!! ^)
Warnings: Shounen ai, Sad, Sap, Angst, Death
Disclaimer: GW isn't mine, probably never will be. "Valentine" is by the Get Up Kids. Nothing but the storyline is mine... don't steal... don't sue... no money made...
Notes: Lyrics in [blah], emphasis in *blah*, thoughts in /blah/. Thanks to Whimsy, Neko-chan, MidNite Kitsune, and Asahi for giving this fic a look-over and beta! Love ya! ^
[ It's words you forget to anniversary songs ]
The lonely figure stood there, staring. Leaves from a willow tree wafted softly with the wind, lightly caressing the boy.
/Has it really been six years?/ he wondered.
[ The bottles bite back, your tolerance wrong ]
He sighed emptily as he placed the bouquet on the ground, flower petals escaping, dancing on the breeze. Running a hand through untamed hair, he imagined he was touching that of his partner, a soft curtain of sun kissed chestnut.
[ Your good intentions count for little anymore ]
/You've got to stop doing this to yourself, Yuy./ He never knew why he always returned, though it brought so much heartache. But deep inside, he felt the constant urge to, the *need* to remember. Remember the good times, the bad, and what brought him through it. It all came back to one name, one that was gone forever.
[ If you're sorry, why wage war? ]
Cobalt eyes misted, refusing to give in to the temptation of overflowing.
/No,/ he resisted, /I won't let myself cry. Not here.../
[ I'm not fully convinced that there's something wrong with this ]
In the beginning, he could never admit it to himself. It seemed too surreal, too fake, even as he saw the casket being lowered in front of his own two eyes. Surely it couldn't have been possible, could it? Not one of them, especially *him.* No...
[ Could another point of view, biased and untrue, tear me away from you? ]
The ceremony drifted by like a piece of fiction. It wasn't true, he tried to tell himself. He couldn't bring himself to believe, even as his hand strayed across that cold cheek, traced the contours of those chilled lips. Not as he gave a first and final kiss, not as he placed a delicate rose on the body's chest.
[ Will you be my valentine if I'm a world away? ]
He broke away from the unsettling flashbacks occuring in his mind. It *had* been true, all of it. Nothing could bring him back. He was dead, his body resting in the ground below.
He reached out to touch the gray slab of rock, carefully rubbing his hand over its grainy texture, over the chisled words carved in stone.
"I never told you..." he breathed.
[ Apologies are breaking me ]
His barricade shattered, and the tears streamed freely down his face. "Oh god, I'm so sorry..." he whispered to the wind. Clear drops spilled onto the granite.
[ The constants aren't so constant anymore ]
It still felt like a dream to him - those six years of loneliness. Six whole years without those glowing violet eyes, that mischievious smile, his jovial laugh. It had almost driven him crazy, his sanity only surviving with the remembrances he carried with him.
Six years of restless nights.
Six years full of nightmares.
[ For two days I wait for calls to come through ]
His dreams at night were always plagued with his solitude, a vision of that silken haired angel being taken away from him. Always the same...
And some desperate part of him clung to the hope that the whole thing had been one of his practical jokes, that one day he would walk through the door yelling, "Surprise!"
Six years he entertained that fantasy.
[ Tonight to me translates to yesterday to you ]
It was only today that he had finally come to terms with the harsh reality. He wasn't coming back. Not today, not ever.
A wry smile was chiseled across his mouth. /If he were still here, he'd probably laugh at how delusional I'd been. If.../
[ You bend and you wave when you're barely away ]
The sobs that shook his body intensified. Trembling hands clenched into fists, fingernails pressing crescents into his skin.
[ I wish I could say tonight that when you're barely away ]
His knees gave way, and he fell, vision blurry. His face was flushed, still wet from crying. Desperately, he grasped the tombstone before him, holding on for dear life. He hugged it for what seemed an eternity, the willows overhead still brushing beside him.
[ I wish I could say tonight that when you bend and wave goodbye ]
Light leaked through the trees' cloak, grazing the sorrowful picture of the man and stone.
A pure white feather slowly sank to the ground, catching Heero's attention. He was still clutching the block before him when he felt the gentle presence of arms encircle him. Ever so slightly, he turned, only to see the transparent outline of Duo, arms embracing him, a contented smile crossing his face.
The willows continued to sway as the figure dissapated, the silent whispers of "I love you" echoing through the air.
[ You'd take me with you ]
The End
(:./asuka/acquiesce)
