Impressions
By Lady Saffir
DISCLAIMER: >_< They aren't mine...although I do claim the Heero clones.
AN - I was watching the DVD (YES!!!) last night, and in the middle of 'Last
Impression', my muse whapped me upside the head. Consequently after regaining
consciousness, I played the song over constantly, and if you've ever watched
the DVD on subtitled mode (and what devoted fan hasn't?) then you might be able
to pick out the lyrics that I've strewn throughout the story.
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Focused.
There was no room for mistakes. Every move had to be accurate, timed to have
the best effect.
He was not going to fail.
He could feel her heartbeat across the dark void that separated them. He had
given up long ago, trying to figure out why he had been given this wonderfully
scary ability. He simply accepted it, and, as with all his skills and talents,
used it as efficiently as he knew how.
He could feel the determination seeping through his body.
And then Zero stopped talking to him. He had come to rely on its counsel and
battle strategies so much that the absence of its 'talk' left him reeling.
His heart began a war with his head, chaotic thoughts and images bouncing and
swirling about, vying for dominance. It was causing confusion in his orderly
mind.
His wings, that had given him so much strength and courage, were as battered as
Zero's. He desperately needed strength to finish this battle.
He...he needed her.
No matter the situation, she seemed to always find her wings and soar above the
difficulties with ease.
He envied her, that talent.
Her faith in him was much stronger than his own, and so to regain his faith, he
thought of her. He didn't picture the way the light glinted off her hair and
formed a halo, or the easy ability with which she moved. He pictured instead
the determined glint that her eyes held when she would not be swayed.
Dr. J said his eyes held the same gleam.
He had come to the conclusion over the past year that he loved her. It most
certainly wasn't the type of love one read about in those torrid romance
novels, but whatever it was they had, it suited them both.
It gave them both a measure of peace, and he knew that once this conflict had
been solved once and for all, they could share that peace together, even if
they were apart physically.
But they would be together again, he was sure of it.
The sudden chatter of Zero startled him from his thoughts, bringing him back to
awareness that it was time.
He could feel Zero stretching, moving with weariness etched into every
movement.
"This will be the final battle," he promised.
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He was glad to note that her eyes were full of fire and willing him to do
whatever it took.
Dekim was yapping on about his own importance, but the only thing he saw in
that instant was her smile, and he felt her faith in him rise.
He would protect her faith in him, even if it meant the chance that she would
die.
And so he fired that one, last, fatal blow.
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It was over. In fact, it had been for some time, but he still couldn't get over
the novelty of it occasionally.
He was alone for the moment, but knew this too was coming to a close. She had
only pledged one more year to the political arena, and then they would be
together.
Attending college, of all things, but he supposed that one needed a bit of the
mundane in life.
And then, they would walk through this glorious world that they had helped to
create, and they would revel in it and be grateful, and even perhaps have a
small one to show the wonders of the universe to.
But that was the future, and he had decided to dwell only in the present.
Feeling as if someone were watching him, he raised his eyes upward towards the
top of the colony, in the direction that he knew Earth lay. He frequently did
that, and knew that she did as well. It was one of their ways of communicating,
he supposed, but all in all he rather preferred the vidphone, so he could see
her face.
She existed in him, and he existed in her, and he knew that they would never
make the mistakes of the past again.