Disclaimers: I don’t own them. I can’t own them. *sob* but I want to so much!
Pairings: 1+2
Warnings: Strange.
POVs: (too many to count!) Duo’s POV, Duo’s Mind’s POV, Heero’s Status Report, oh the list goes ON!
Notes: Fic’s title’s based on the Lord of the Rings’ song, “Requiem for a Dream”. This one’s straight from the twisted psycho mind of yours truly. The creepy weird stuff’s what keeps us going, ne? *^_^*
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Requiem for a Dream - Part One
by Veste Notus
Another crazy drive, I keep telling myself. Another lifetime wasted in misery in the hellish fire of monotony. The plan always goes as follows – follow the leader, shoot who you’re supposed to, and come home. Oh yeah…come home alive, otherwise Sir ‘Kick-My-Ass’ Yuy will live up to his name. Possessive? Not in the least. Yuy’s interests in my safety are strictly professional…At least that’s what he tells Une.
Another minute goes by and I wonder just how it is that I can live so intimately with machines, trusting metal more than humans. I look out the window of Yuy’s car in time to see an enchanting cathedral. Shinigami knows I’m no devote Catholic, but even I fall victim to beauty, which is precisely why I’m sitting here in the first place. The traffic held us in place…perfect… I stop Heero with the ever useful bite to the neck.
“Baka… Why’d you bite me?”, he asks, placing a soft, callused hand over his new love-mark. I point to the cathedral and pout my lips.
“Please, Heero?” He glares at me…again… I try looking down and swirling my finger in circles over his shoulder. “Please, Hee-chan?” I look up again and pout even more.
Heero lets out a sigh and pulls the car into the parking lot. With somber glee, I drag him out of the car and into the rain. Soon the two of us are face to face with a large, apple red, wood door. Heero tries to push it open, but I stop him. I know how foreign it is to him. I hold out my hand and run it down the engravings of the door. I glance at him and my eyes startle to find him doing the same, probably thinking this is some strange American custom.
“What are you doing?” I laugh to him. He pulls his hand away from the door as if it were as hot as the flame colored paint. He looks away in what I perceive as shame. I try to cheer him up with a soft smile. Thankfully, he smiles timidly back at me, and I revel in the tingling feeling I get when he shares such weak moments with me. “C’mon.”
I let him open the door and soon we are flooded with senses. We inhale the heavy air, richly perfumed with the fragrance of sacrifice. The stained glass paints the floor in brilliant sapphire, ruby, and emerald hues… My eyes trace down every curve, every line of light and shadow. I feel one of those false senses of security – the feeling that something important is imminent, but still just out of my reach. The heavy air must have given me a head rush, for soon I find myself hanging onto Heero, unable to walk on my own. I vaguely hear him call to me as we approach the Alter.
Ah…the Alter…A pool of green light surrounds it with an ethereal beauty and sullied holiness… I remember reaching out to it…touching the golden chalice… I remember my hand slipping…the cup fell… I remember the blood that poured from it…
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Pain…Cold… What happened? What…? What’s going on? Heero…? Heero?!... Where am I! Calm down… Think… Okay… Heero and I were going home… I forced him to check out that cathedral with the red door… We went inside… Blood!
On my hands? No way! Now to trace it to the source. Blood doesn’t scare me. Blood without a source does. Okay, okay… Don’t panic… Where is it from…?
Ung… My head… Standing up’s no good. It throbs! Oh GODS! Stop! Stop!! What’s going on?! Blood?! MY BLOOD!? The back of my head… No. It can’t be!
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STATUS REPORT:
Mission Objective: Infiltrate enemy base and wipe out Taurus MD – COMPLETE
Secondary Mission Objective: Return to Winner Base [Colony X2965] within 12 hours – FAILED
Damage Sustained: DUO MAXWELL [Pilot 02] has been shot
Area of Damage: Back of neck
Current Status: Critical condition
Weapon: 22 Caliber rimfire semiautomatic Colt pistol
Location: St. Gabriel’s Cathedral, Lauder Lane – Colony X2965
Gunman: Pilot 02
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