10-Jan-2001
I don't usually re-post old fics, but I'm pretty sure that when I wrote this fic I wasn't on this ML, so this is its first time HERE.
Anyway, the contest topics reminded me of this fic, so here it is (again, for those of you who are also on DuoML).
It's weird. It's trippy. Anything that seems odd is probably deliberate, so be very careful before complaining about it. And yes, it DOES end there. It's not the first part of something longer. That's it, that's all, end of story.
And now that I'm done being bitter... I hope you enjoy the fic.
Have you ever had a dream that felt real? Or a moment where reality felt like a dream? And when it comes right down to it... how do you tell the difference?
"Do you really believe in Shinigami?"
Duo glanced at the slender red-head sitting across the table from him and raised an eyebrow. "That depends on what you mean. Do I believe that Death is a force unto itself? Of course."
"Ah. But do you believe that there really is a being out there, a thinking, feeling being, who is the source and servant of death?"
Running one finger down the side of his glass, tracing the cool path of a bead of condensation, Duo smiled and looked at his companion again, murmuring, "I do now."
Pale green eyes twinkled and the young man laughed, "You're a lot more perceptive than people give you credit for. I like that."
"Am I dreaming?"
"Maybe. Does it matter?"
One shoulder lifted in a vague half-shrug and Duo took a sip of his beer. "I suppose not."
The two slender young men sat in silence for a time, watching the sunset from their seats on the porch swing. When darkness had fallen at last, Duo sighed softly and said, "I should probably get going..."
"Where to?" asked the red-head, crossing his legs as he lounged comfortably on the couch.
Frowning in confusion, the American put his glass down on the scarred wooden tabletop and shook his head. "I don't know... but there's somewhere I should be. Isn't there?"
The green-eyed man only smiled enigmatically and looked up at the open door. As Duo followed the other's gaze, a badly wounded OZ soldier stumbled into the room and collapsed on the floor between the two standing men.
"Shouldn't you... do something?" Duo asked, watching nervously as the soldier slowly bled to death.
"Oh, no. This one is one of yours," replied the cloaked and hooded young man, extending his scythe towards Duo, handle first, "Take it."
Violet eyes wide, Duo backed up a step and shook his head, "No... I don't want it..."
"Don't want what, baby?" Heero mumbled, absently tightening his grip on his lover.
Duo blinked up at the familiar darkness of their bedroom and nestled closer to Heero. "Just a dream..."
Propping himself up on one elbow, Heero frowned down at the shadowed form of the violet-eyed American and said softly, "You're shaking. Was it that bad?"
"I'm not sure. I barely remember it, now..."
Heero sighed and rubbed Duo's back gently, "Well, just try to get some more sleep. We have school in the morning..."
Nodding, Duo brushed back a stray lock of hair and tried to settle down. His breath froze in his chest when his fingers encountered a wet, sticky patch in his hair. Sitting up hurriedly and turning on the light, Duo saw that his hand was covered in blood.
Catching the all-to-familiar scent of blood, Heero sat bolt upright and stared at Duo in horror. Cupping his lover's cheek in his hand, Heero gasped softly, "Your eyes..."
Duo could feel the blood dripping down his scalp, and the long hair that trailed over his shoulders to pool in his lap was already dyed a bright crimson from the stuff. Looking up at Heero, his expression one of terrified confusion, Duo asked, "What... what about my eyes...?"
With a slight, confused shake of his head, Heero replied faintly, "They're... green..."
~Owari~
Rose Argent
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