This was a response to a challenge to write a songfic to Natalie Merchant's "When They Ring the Golden Bells"
Notes- Deathfic,lyrics are in italics
Artist: Natalie Merchant
Album: Ophelia
Title: When They Ring the Golden Bells
There's a land beyond the river
That they call the sweet forever
And we only reach that shore by faith's decree
Quatre blinked. Something was wrong. His heart...
"Agh!" he cried and fell, dropping some papers on the
floor. He clutched at his heart and writhed in pain on
the floor. "Trowa..."
One by one we'll gain the portals
There to dwell with the immortals
When they ring the golden bells for you and me
The Gundam pilots, minus 04, walked into the house,
their arms laden with groceries. Quatre had insisted
he had some work to do.
"Quatre!" Duo yelled cheerfully. "Come on down here!
You're not getting out of putting these away-" Duo
stopped abruptly and dropped his grocery bags. Quatre
was lying on the floor in front of them, papers spread
all around him. He was moaning softly.
Don't you hear the bells now ringing
Don't you hear the angels singing
'Tis the glory hallelujah Jubilee
Trowa dropped to his knees beside his love.
"Quatre...? Answer me!" Cloudy saffire eyes opened
halfway.
"Trowa?"
"Quatre! What's wrong?"
"Aishiteru, Trowa."
"No Quatre! Don't- don't leave me!" Quatre's face
softened into a smile.
"It's beautiful, Trowa. I'll be waiting..."
In that far off sweet forever,
Just beyond the shining river
When they ring the golden bells for you and me
Trowa held the limp body until the ambulance came. They gently pried Quatre away from him, and after examining him, they solomly informed the other pilots that it had been a heart attack. Tears had begun running down Duo's face. Heero reached out and held his lover, his eyes closed. Wufei had gone to his room. The paramedics had taken the body, told them to inform them when funeral arrangements had been made. Trowa still sat on the floor, emotionless emerald eyes staring into the carpet.
We shall know no sin or sorrow
In that heaven of tomorrow
When our hearts shall sail beyond the silvery sea
Days later, Trowa still sat, if not in body than in mind, at the place where Quatre had died. He sat on his bed, much too big for just one person. He had gathered the papers, stacking them neatly, and put them on Quatre's desk. He had told himself, over and over, that Quatre was gone. He heard the wailing from Duo and Heero's room, seen the tear tracks on Wufei's face. But he had not cried. Quatre couldn't be gone. That wouldn't be right...
We shall only know the blessing
Of our Father's sweet caressing
When they ring the golden bells for you and me
Quatre couldn't leave him. He promised!
'Trowa, we'll be together forever. I promise.'
Quatre didn't lie! He
couldn't! No...
Don't you hear the bells now ringing
Don't you hear the angels singing
'Tis the glory hallelujah Jubilee
Trowa sat alone on his bed. He rocked back and forth, back and forth. He was crying. He had opened one of his drawers and saw a pink shirt. He now held the shirt against his face and stained it with his tears. Quatre was gone. Taken from him.
In that far off sweet forever
Just beyond the shining river
When they ring the golden bells for you and me
His sisters had arranged the funeral. Trowa stood in the back with the other pilots. It was open casket. When Trowa finally approached it, unbidden tears sprang to his eyes. The last time he would see his beloved's face again. Why must it be so pale, his lips not curving into the smile they so often possesed, his golden hair limp and dead? Trowa reached out and touched Quatre's cheek. It was cold.
When our days shall know their number
When in death we sweetly slumber
When the King commands the spirit to be free
Trowa lies on a bed, not the one we know, but a
different one. He is significantly older, his brunette
hair grey, his beautiful face wrinkled. He smiles, the
same smile his love held so many years ago. His
breathing slows until it stops. His eyes flutter open
in suprise.
"It is beautiful..."
Nevermore with anguish laden
We shall reach that lovely Eden
When they ring the golden bells for you and me
When they ring the golden bells for you and me
Trowa threw himself into Quatre's arms. Warm wing
surrounded him and a warm, cherished voice gently
chided,
"It's about time."
~Owari~
