24-Jul-2000
::Pern is sitting at a desk that is in the middle of a beach with waves lapping at her feet:: And now for
something completely different...
Wufei thwacks with paper fan: PERN! No more Monty Python for you! No post the fic.
Pern: Itai~! You didn't need to his me that hard.
Wufei: Onna! You left Heero and Trowa with no Video Boys and I'm sure people would like to find out what
happens next. You shouldn't leave them with a cliffhanger then wander off and do Monty Python impersonations for the rest of the day!
Pern: Relax dragon. ::Wufei narrows eyes::
Wufei: Onna, no one gets to call me that except my love.
Pern: Oh, and who would that be dragon?
Wufei: GGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.....
Warnings: slight OOC and 1X2, 3X4 pairing.
Disclaimer: I don't own either GW or Video Girl Ai.
"There is no way to get them back." Treize's words echoed in their minds. Trowa and Heero walked numbly back to their house. They'd left the two owners in the clutches of their lovers having the worst argument about justice, humanitarianism, two-timing, and deletion. Heero wanted to kill them, to have revenge on Duo and Quatre's behalf, but Trowa had told him it would do no good. His brother was right. Heero slumped on Trowa's shoulder letting the taller boy support him as they opened the door.
There was a message for Heero from Relena saying that she thought it would be better if they saw other people. Heero didn't care. He slumped onto the couched and pulled his knees up to his chin. He felt so empty. Like someone had ripped out his heart, did a jig on it and then kicked it into the sink. Trowa didn't look much better. He was curled up at the other end of the couch with the remote in hand. He turned on the TV and stared at it blindly. After a bit, he spoke.
"Quatre would have liked this show. It's about cooking."
"Duo would have too. He would have experimented on us."
"Remember the rice cooker?"
"Remember the curry?" The thought of Quatre and the curry brought tears once more to Trowa's eyes. He couldn't take it any more. Getting up he walked upstairs.
"I'm going to my room." He said blandly.
"Hn." Heero replied. He continued to sit on the couch staring at the cooking show. Trowa left. He knew he should have stayed and comforted his brother, but there was something he needed to do first. Walking into his room, he headed for the VCR. His finger paused over the stop button. He didn't want to press stop, but Quatre wasn't in there anymore. He was gone. Slowly he pressed it. The tape came to an end and Trowa hit eject. The tape popped out. Taking it in his hand, Trowa noticed how sticky it was from all the peanut butter and jelly that was still in the slot. With a heavy sigh he rubbed as much of it off as possible.
"I never even told him I loved him." Trowa said aloud. "But I do. Love at first sight." He choked.
The tears were coming again and he didn't bother holding them back. He crumpled to the floor cradling the tape. "Quatre." Tears splashed onto the hard black plastic of the video cassette tape. They slid down the sides and entered where the actual tape was.
Trowa held it tight against his chest. Presently, he noticed that it was growing warmer. Sniffing, he held the tape up to examine it. There was a sudden white flash of heat that blazed through it. Trowa tossed the thing away lest he be burnt. It glowed bluish white, then exploded into a million colors. Covering his eyes, Trowa waited for the brilliant light to subside before daring to take a peek. Amongst the shattered plastic and yards of burnt tape lay the naked body of a blond boy. Trowa trembled and crawled closer. His hand shook as he reached out to touch to boy, as he did the boy took a deep breath. It was as if he hadn't breathed in ages. Slowly a pair of blue-green eyes opened as Trowa brushed a lock of blond hair out of his face.
"T-Trowa?"
"Quatre." Trowa planted a kiss on his cheek.
"I'm alive?"
"I hope so." Quatre started to get up only to become entangled in the tape.
"What's all this?" he asked.
"That was your tape." Trowa told him helping him untangle himself. "It exploded."
"That means I'm free!" Quatre cried happily. "I'm human." Trowa's eyes lit up and he hugged Quatre tightly. "I'm human."
"And I'm very glad you are." Trowa told him. "Quatre I love you. Promise me you'll never leave me alone again."
"Oh, Trowa." Quatre felt like crying. "I love you too!" They kissed.
Heero had resigned himself to living out the rest of his days as a miser. He and Trowa would be dateless for the rest of their lives. Stalking into his room, Heero collapsed on the bed. He closed his eyes, but couldn't drive the image of Duo disappearing from his mind. The whir of the VCR wasn't helping his concentration. Slowly he got up and walked towards it. After a moment of contemplation, he reached for the stop button. His finger froze just as he was about to press it. This is Duo's tape, if I hit stop he'll disappear for good. As long as this tape is running, there is hope that he'll come back, right? Heero shook his head; he was just fooling himself. He knew there was no way Duo could come back. Treize had said it himself.
Closing his eyes, he pressed stop then the eject button. He stared at the tape for a few minutes as it sat in the VCR before removing it. He couldn't imagine that such a small tape had brought him the greatest joy in his life and the greatest misery.
Part of him wanted to caress the tape and the other part wanted to hurl it as far away as he could throw.
"Duo." He whispered. "I love you and I'll never stop loving you. Where ever you are, I hope you can hear me." Heero walked over to his bed and taking a pair of scissors from his nightstand, he opened the tape case and pulled out the tape. "I'll make sure no one is ever stuck in this tape again. It'll be my tribute to Duo." He said and prepared to cut the tape. It gleamed in the light and Heero felt the tears running down his cheeks. They dripped onto the tape, which after a moment started to radiate heat. To his surprise it heated his metal scissors and burnt his hand. Heero threw the thing off his bed and it landed on the floor where it wouldn't catch anything on fire.
Reaching for the fire extinguisher under his bed, Heero prepared to douse the tape as soon as it lit up.
A bluish white light began to emanate from it.
Suddenly his room was lit up with such a bright hot light, that he was forced to shield his eyes. The tape exploded. Heero waited as the light dimmed, extinguisher ready. Lowering his arm, Heero glanced at where he'd thrown the tape. Tangled in burnt tape and tidbits of melted plastic lay the body of a naked boy with long unbound chestnut hair. Heero dropped the fire extinguisher. He slipped up next to the body just as it began to breathe. Tentatively reaching out his hand, Heero prayed that he wasn't hallucinating.
At the touch of his hand, a pair of violet eyes fluttered open.
"H-Heero?" a familiar voice croaked.
"DUO!" Heero wrapped himself about the boy. "I thought you were gone forever."
"I thought I was too." Duo admitted as he tried to breathe. His lungs hurt as if he'd not used them in decades. "I'm solid. Hey, what is this stuff on me?"
"What's left of your tape." Heero told him as he helped him sit up. Duo's eyes widened as he looked at himself.
"That means... The curse is broken! I'm HUMAN!"
Despite the yards of tape entangling him, Duo threw his arms around Heero and hugged him tightly. Suddenly he broke off. "Wait. What about Trowa and Quatre?" Heero was about to say that Quatre was gone too when they heard a very happy cry from upstairs.
"Trowa I love you so much!"
"Ouch! Quatre, don't jump on me like that!" Duo smiled and Heero smirked.
"I guess that answers that question."
"Guess so." Heero said taking Duo in his arms and holding him tightly.
"Um Heero, don't you think I need some clothes."
"Clothes, you don't need those. Not now at least."
"Heero!"
The End
And here are two illustrations of Part 12, both rated R, Video Boy: Duo and Video Boy: Quatre
~Tigress Pern
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