Okay, so this part
seems just as pointless at this point as the one before it does. DON'T
PANIC! I'm writing the next part as we speak, and whether or not it really
seems like this, this part is incredibly valid for what's going to happen
next. So pay attention, minna-san. And by the way, I *really* did not
mean to end it like this. I swear. Blame the muse. <points> He's
decided you all like cliffhangers.
Author: Anria Lalumin
Disclaimer: I'm in denial. They're all mine. They don't want to be, but
still they're all mine.
Warnings: yaoi, OOC, another cliffhanger, and NO DEATH SO DON'T GET WORRIED!
Pairings: 1x2 in this part.
Archive: If you don't know where this things is archived you haven't been
paying attention. <blows raspberry>
*frogs* = thoughts/emphasis
Pleas note that fish has changed to frogs. Evolution has run its course,
and we have now progressed on to amphibians. Or are frogs reptiles? I
think they're amphibians... Oh, I don't know...
Part Twelve: If I have to die
Having seen Duo and Heero fight
before, even if he had watched the battle not knowing who each was, Treize
knew that the fight between them was likely to go on for several hours,
possibly even into the night.
At least, Heero thought sourly, he supposed that was the reason the guards
had woken him up and frog-marched him through the halls of the palace
before the sun was anywhere near the horizon. He absently tested the manacles
on his wrists and concluded that while they were sturdy, if he concentrated
for a bit he would get out of them one way or another. All he had to do
was find the weak spot in the chain connecting them, and once they were
separated it would be simple enough use one of the numerous techniques
J had taught him for breaking out of chains.
He smirked to himself, wondering whether Duo would pick the locks.
Eventually they came to a room where the guards took the manacles off
his hands and shoved him inside, locking the door after him. Considering
the opulence that usually infested the palaces of all the four monarchies,
this room was particularly bare; a simple mahogany table sat in the center
of the room while no portraits adorned the red-and-gold-leaf walls. It
was the table that caught Heero's attention instantly, however --
or rather, what was on it.
Two unsheathed swords lay across it. One he recognized as his own; the
other he could only assume was Duo's. He reached out and ran his fingers
over the familiar plain hilt, noting all its familiar grooves and ridges.
A door on the opposite side of the room swung open, and Heero looked up
in time to see several more guards shove a beautiful braided man through
"Hey! Watch where you're shovin' me, man!"
Heero felt his eyes sting as he watched his lover yell at the closing
door, braid flying around him in a whip-like motion as he pivoted. He
had struggled with himself long after his father had left his cell last
night, wondering how he was going to suppress the instincts he had trained
into himself for so many years. Only to find there was no other solution
than time, time he didn't have.
"Hmph. Fine, ignore me then."
Duo was scowling at the door. Then he stuck his tongue out at it and swung
around. His eyes widened momentarily when he saw Heero, but then narrowed
on the swords he stood beside.
Slowly the other boy moved forwards, for once all trace of jocularity
gone from his face. He ran his finger up the flat of his blade, coming
to stand beside Heero, still staring at the swords.
"It's really happening, isn't it?" There was a kind of wonder
in his voice.
Heero had to clear his throat, since it felt suspiciously hoarse. "Yes,
Duo," he said.
"One of us is going to die today."
"Don't be like that. You know it's going to happen." Duo fell
silent for a moment, then sighed. "I did a lot of thinking last night."
"I . . . I'm not sure how to say this. I was never really comfortable
with sappy stuff... Oh, what the hell. I'll go ahead and say it anyway.
I love you, Heero."
Heero watched his lover with almost frightened eyes as he spoke, wondering
warily what this was about. He couldn't be . . . he couldn't be saying
goodbye, could he? No, he couldn't say goodbye, he couldn't Duo wasn't
going to die today -- -- or, knowing his training, was he?
No words would come to the blue-eyed man as Duo continued speaking.
"When I was younger, when my parents died, I thought that I would
never find someone else who I would love as much as them. I mean, they
raised me differently to all other nobles -- I never had a wet
nurse, I saw them every day, my father taught me more than etiquette .
. . but they died. And they were gone, and nobody else cared. I had to
learn to be tough, not to let my feelings show, to hide behind fake smiles
and diplomacy. I hated it. And then I met you, in a rather unusual manner,
I might admit. And . . . I didn't know who you were, but you didn't follow
the rules. You made a perfunctory bow in the direction of them and then
went right on and did what you wanted... And you helped me do the same
thing. Even when we were apart, you still kept on helping me, and I...
Aw, hell, Heero, this is getting sappy as syrup... "
Duo shut his eyes briefly, never once having looked directly at the man
staring at him, and then opened his eyes and deliberately raised his head
to Heero's gaze. For once, his face was completely open, showing the fear
there, and the love, and the knowledge that no matter what they'd done
it had all been for nothing. Tears stood in his violet eyes, but did not
fall. His hair was messy and falling out of its perpetual braid. The small
smudges of dirt on his cheeks and brow confirmed Heero's suspicions that
his treatment had not been as kind as the Prince of Ylloh's. There was
something indefinable swimming around in his eyes as well, something that
sent shivers down Heero's spine and made Duo look like a young soldier
saying goodbye to his family before going to war and an old veteran coming
back from the horrors and a young would-be lover just after telling their
crush of their feelings.
To Heero, he had never looked more beautiful.
Then Duo said, without the hesitant tone that had laced his previous speech,
"If I have to die by anyone's hand then I am glad it is yours."
"Fuck no! You are not going to die!" The sentence jerked Heero
out of his temporary paralysis while listening and watching the only person
he had ever truly loved speak.
Duo smiled sadly. "You really think so?"
The question was loaded, and looking at him, Heero suddenly realized that
Duo knew. How he knew, the other boy did not know, but he knew. He knew
Heero's soldier mindset. He knew that he lost himself in battle. He knew
that no matter how hard the Heero who loved him might try, most likely
it would not be enough to stop the killing blow.
Heero implored him with his eyes not to give up when his mouth would not
come out with anything. And Duo looked straight back, and smiled.
"I'm not giving up without a fight," he said softly. "But
I wanted you to know that whoever wins, I love you. And that I expected
to die in a fight, at the hands of some other soldier. And you know what,
Heero?" He tilted his head to the side. "Even before I met you,
I had heard about you. I had heard the name 'Heero'. Funny how I didn't
connect the two of you until you started speaking about Quatre and Trowa.
But even before I knew I loved you, I wanted to die at your hand, in a
battle somewhere, not at some peasant's with a pike. I figured it would
be the most glorious end I could get. So what I wanted to tell you is
that, whatever happens, I don't regret any of this. Not even this fight."
Suddenly Duo stepped forward, and his arms went around Heero, nuzzling
his head into his lover's chest. Heero automatically crushed him close.
"Whatever happens, I love you," Duo said, his words muffled
by the other boy's chest.
Heero stared at the far wall, clutching his lover close. What Duo had
just said... It was more than he ever could. It was more than he ever
deserved. "I love you," he whispered hopelessly, knowing with
blunt certainty that one of them would be dead before the sun went down.
GYAAAHH! I did it again! I am *soooooooo* sorry! I swear, I don't keep
meaning to end on cliffhangers, I just . . . do! I promise, I *will* have
the next part out ASAP. This one WILL contain the fight and its result.
A note: you might think it odd that I haven't made Heero stronger than
Duo in this fic. The reason for this is simple: I believe Heero was genetically
manipulated (although that would involve having to clone the originally
Heero and muck around with the zygote before the cells differentiate --
unless Heero's original parents were mad scientists) so in the series
that's where he gets his strength from. No possibility for genetic manipulation
-- poof! no extra strength. So while Duo's a bit faster, Heero's
a got a longer reach to even it out.
Another note: also, I mentioned in here that Duo's upbringing was very
different to those of other nobles at the time. I wasn't kidding, folks.
Nobles in the Dark Ages and Medieval times relied on servants to raise
their children for them and only paid real attention to them when the
time came to either have them inherit their birthright or get married
off. That Duo was raised totally by his parents with no intervention from
servants of any kind (not even a wet nurse!) would have been almost unheard
of among the nobility.
PS: As a preview, if you read the warning list on the next part you will
see that nowhere within it does it contain the word 'death'... I'm not
that cruel! Plus I've got enough planned out to make this an epic!
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