|Hers, Yours, and Mine
Author: Blind Squirrel PM
Heero leaves his Children to Duo after Dying, It's now up to him to raise them...but does he want to?Rated: Fiction K - English - Angst - Chapters: 8 - Words: 31,786 - Reviews: 41 - Favs: 9 - Updated: 05-11-01 - Published: 04-30-01 - id: 271029
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Title: Hers, Yours and Mine 8/8
Pairings: As of this part...only 3+4+3 left, but REALLY 1+2+1
Warnings: Shounen-ai, wee bit O' angst, OOC (if you think so, I don't but you all know that)
Disclaimers: GW not mine, Kids are
Author's Comments: well this part was hard to write because a) I'm in a really good mood, you'll find out why in a sec, and b) I really felt I could have ended it in the last chapter, BUT there were just too many loose threads that would've threatened the nice angst I had going in the last fic. MY other problem was that I NEEDED to write this part with a POV, it just seemed necessary. But that would be weird since the rest all were not like that. But you'll see what I did instead :) Oh well you can't win them all.….which brings me to my next section...
SPORTS RANT and NEWS: So if I'm in a good news that means...yep you guessed it, I went to the Toronto Raptors Game and watched them DESTROY, no CRUSH, no OBLIVATE the Phily Seventy-sixers 102-78. I have never had such a good time at a game. The crowd was about to eat the stadium alive, and the guy sitting next to me had come all the way from Phily to watch this. He was a great guy and we insulted each other the whole game, but only in fun. But in all honesty (and so I don't get flames) The 76's gave one hell of a fight. Iverson was once again amazing, showing that he is truly the best player in the league. Unfortunately I believe he is the one holding that team together, but that sure says something when he can take on the raptors, almost by himself. BRAVO Phily, and SUPER BRAVO Raptors, your city, NO your country is DARN proud of you.
And now back to the story...
From Part 7: The Years Before Five, Last the Rest of Their Lives.
And it was on the way back, as the rain continued it's loud assault, that Duo finally felt free.
Jumping in the air, with the girl still in his arms, Duo yelled at the top of his lungs. He laughed, and he splashed in the puddles. Not caring if the neighbors thought him mad.
Kissing the top of the young girl's head, Duo exclaimed to the whole world.
"It's gonna be okay! Do you hear that Heero? It's finally gonna be okay!"
Part 8: You've Got Mail!
Well sorry it took so long to get back to you with this letter, I've been keeping myself kinda busy lately. But like I aways say, "All work and no play, makes Duo a dull, dull boy."
I still have that letter you wrote me, and I always keep it by my bed. So every now and then when I get the urge to hear your thoughts, like every night, I am able to just reach over and read yours words once, twice or even ten times.
I just wanted to tell you how I've been doing, and how the kids are. After I found your letter, Lizzy and I sort of got into a fight, but we're over it now. We ended up running outside in the rain, and had to stay in bed for a week afterwards, recovering from colds. But I think it gave us some time to heal both physically and mentally.
I feel a bit guilty about the whole situation. I mean, here I was moaning and complaining about you leaving me, when these two absolutely amazing children entered my life. And all I could do was moan and complain some more. It hadn't even crossed my mind that they might be feeling a bit guilty too, or needed some help from me.
But like I said, that's all in the past. I now spend every waking hour tending to their needs. I'm surprised to say that they can compete with me in the talking department. Especially Nate, he can talk for hours on end, usually about me needing a costume for my secret identity. Did you have to tell him our past like that? I have a feeling this is my payback for all those years I graced you with my opinions.
Lizzy started up school the other day. She was so scared about going, but held her head up high, and walked bravely through those doors. I never knew I could feel so proud for someone other than myself. I think I like this father role, but as soon as she starts dating, then she's your problem again. I won't be having any pre-pubescent slimbags trying to get their greasy hands on my little Lizzy. I knew I kept my Thermal-Scythe lying around for a reason.
You know...I can actually hear you not laughing to my joke.
While taking care of Nate the yesterday, I found him trying to stalk a cat. So for the first time I got to teach him something I know you'll approve of. I give Nate one whole month before he's ready to break into any secret organization undetected. Though my opinion may be a bit biased.
I hope you don't mind me calling them Lizzy and Nate. I mean, you never called them that either. Speaking of which, nice name you gave your son there, Nathaniel Maxwell Yui, definitely the sign of a great man to be. Oh, and as for Lizzy's name, Elisabeth Helen Yui, it doesn't sound that bad either. I'm touched that you would remember me talking about Sister Helen, Lizzy is proof that you actually hung unto my every word, and I thank you for that.
In fact I thank you for them. They really have changed my life for the better.
I still haven't gotten around to telling Quatre about what really happened between us, but I just figured it out myself a month ago, so give me some time. I still have some questions I need answering too. Like why did Relena have a letter meant for me? And how did she get it? And why doesn't anyone know where you are buried?
Who knows, maybe you're still alive, watching us as we try to move on with our already fragile lives. But I think we can do it, we've made it this far haven't we. And besides, even with you gone, I get to live with the best parts of you, your kids.
It's me who's gonna teach 'em how to play basketball, and help them with their homework, and maybe even one day prepare them for the role of running a country. But it's something I look forward to, and I know you'll be with me every step of the way.
So now that I'm done writing, I'm going to seal this letter up in an envelope, print your name on top, then tear it up into a million pieces and throw it to the wind, where only you can read it. And then I will ask you to wish me Good Luck, cause I'm going to need it.
Now don't think you're rid of me yet. I warned you, there's no escaping me, not even in death. So I'll be with you soon enough, you'll just have to wait a bit. You see, I'm in no hurry to leave, but I do miss you, and now know you missed me too. That alone is reason enough to keep on living. Besides, Lizzy would never let me hear the end of it, if I went and tried to kill myself.
So it's so long Heero, till we meet again. The wind may not whisper your name in sorrow, but my lips sure do.
I Love You, Heero Yui. Don't YOU ever forget that!
-Duo Maxwell, otherwise known as yours.
Ok, that's it, that's all she wrote. PLEASE write back to me and tell me what you thought of this part, or the whole story in general. I mentioned to a few people, that if I get enough demand I will be writing a sequel to this (after I get back from my 4 day trip to hell, and after I have written a new part to both U.S.S Wing, and Slamdunk). But again that's only if you want it. I already know what would happen, and have two side-stories already in the works, a long flash back about what Relena thought after the Heero died, and when Nate found her, people wanted to know the gory details, so I'm writing the. Oh and the other side-story is a LEMON, Heero and Duo deserved one, but can you guess when it is?????
Ok ok I'm leaving, that's the last of my psycho babble you'll hear from me for at LEAST 4 days. See ya (I'm leaving tomorrow).