24-Apr-2000
OK, as promised, here is the next installment of Second Chances. It's rather short and serves no purpose except as a lead-in into the main plot. Let me know what you think and whether I should change anything, onegai? *big puppy eyes* Enjoy!
C&C requested, flames will be printed out and used to make paper
airplanes to annoy my roommate ^_~
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing is NOT mine. I'm not making any money
off of this. If you sue, you'll get my dirty socks, so don't
bother.
Warnings: AU, OOC, angst, mush factor, *very* mild shounen-ai.
Heero was floating in space, surrounded on all side by pitch black. He couldn't feel a thing, although he knew first-hand how painful gunshot wounds were. He wondered idly whether he was dead, or whether it had been yet another bungled attempt. Suddenly, he felt, rather than saw, a presence some distance away from him.
"Who are you? And where the hell am I?" he demanded of the newcomer. His answer was silence.
"Answer me!" the boy asked more urgently, desperately trying to break the oppressing silence. He felt the being draw nearer. The whole thing was really weird. Then, a voice started speaking. It was not speech in any conventional, human, meaning of the word. Rather, the voice seemed to connect to Heero's mind through some sort of telepathic link.
"Am I dead?" Heero asked again, this time more subdued.
"Yes."
"Who are you?"
"You should know, Heero, your lover used to call himself one of us. Surely, your heart has told you who I am."
"Where am I? Is this heaven, hell? Tell me!"
"You are neither in heaven nor hell. Look!"
Abruptly, the darkness began to dissolve and Heero saw that he was in the room where he had taken his own life. With a start, he saw his body lying on the floor. Blood was pooling around the corpse; strangely, the face had remained serene and expressionless - devoid of any emotion, just as he had been in life. Heero gazed at what used to be him and was somewhat surprised when he realized that he didn't feel anything - no regrets, no relief, nothing. He turned to look for the being that had been talking to him but still didn't see anyone, just felt. In his mind, he knew whom the voice belonged to, but for some reason he still asked the question.
"Are you a god?"
The being chuckled. "You must have a pretty high opinion of yourself, kid, if you think God would come down just for someone like you! No, I'm just a messenger. I was sent to tell you something."
"What is it?"
"Well, you see, kid, God isn't very pleased with what you have done in your life."
"It was not as if I had much choice. I was following orders, for the greater good."
"I'm not talking about the war. I'm talking about him."
The scene changed. Heero was now standing next to Duo's lifeless body. Did ghosts cry? Heero didn't know - he hadn't had much experience with the supernatural. But he felt a heavy lump start forming in his throat.
"It was an accident," he whispered dejectedly, "I didn't mean to hurt him."
"But hurt him you did. And not just now."
"I'm sorry. That's why I followed him. I wanted to tell him I loved him.I just wanted to be with him. Forever."
"Sorry, kid. It's not that simple anymore. You were given a chance: to become a complete human being. Through him. You wasted it." The messenger's tone was stern.
"All I wanted was to ask for his forgiveness. Is it possible... a second chance?"
"A second chance, huh? As I said before, it is not that simple. You can have a second chance, but you have to work for it. "You will stay on Earth as a spirit until you have learned the lessons you were supposed to learn in life. Only then can you obtain redemption and find peace. Only then can you go home."
"Home?" Heero asked blankly, "I don't understand. What lesson am I supposed to learn?"
"That's for you to figure out, kid. Good luck!"
Heero felt the messenger's presence begin to dissipate.
"Wait! How am I supposed to learn my lesson if I don't even know what it is? And why can't I see you?"
"You are a smart boy, you will figure it all out, I'm sure," the messenger replied.
"How will I know?"
"When you see me, you'll know," the fading voice said mysteriously, and then the messenger was gone. Heero was left alone to contemplate his words.
A hundred and fifty years would pass before the story resumed again.
TBC(?)
Once again, C&C, please!
(:./murasaki/second2)
