A/N: This is an idea that struck me rather suddenly when I was
looking through some pictures I have (meaning other people's
fanart I picked up somewhere over the last year). So, from a
pic of Wufei in an OZ uniform, a picture of Heero as an angel
with far too much blood in it, and some mushy fluffy ones came
the beginnings of this story. Should be angsty, romantic, and
hopefully a little bit funny.
Pairings are a secret! ^_~ POV is Quatre. Sorta, anyway.
I am so sick of living this solitary life, again and again and
again. Where are you, darling? I know I can't remember you as
you were; not really and truly, but if we met again, I'd know
your face, your voice, your perfect body. They already tickle
at the edges of my memory like a lover's breath; so close and so
painfully sweet, yet never, never enough.
I have to find you, else I'll die again and have to start over
once more in my so-long search. I worry about the timing now-
it's been so long; we could be out of sync in the cycle. What
if I find you, but I am too old for you? Or worse, what if I am
too young, and you don't want me?
I'd kill myself. I swear to God, if you didn't want me for ANY
reason, I'd kill myself.
Was I always so sad? So weak and lonely? Or was I even worse,
once upon a time? I don't really recall. I only know as much
as I do because of . . . I forget why I know so much, actually.
Surely there's some reason.
Why can't I think of the reason?
Oh, my beloved . . .
I want to see you again, so I can find out who you are.
* tbc . . . *
. : review or omae o korosu! : .