Back to life

[Ironbob]

Disclaimer: No I don't own the show, or characters or anything for that matter!!

Back to Life
by Ironbob


A quiet wind arose from its repose as the remnants of the grounds were disturbed, creating erotic dances between wind and dust. It quickly escaped, hiding in a remote area once more-- never to be disturbed again. There were places the wind could hide. Within the shadows of the past, memories of time remained, locking secrets within doors as thick as water, leaving no room for human existence. Beneath the debris walked a steadfast soldier, and a fragile woman attached herself to his extended arm.

The few walls that remained were excellent receivers; every breath, every shuffle ricocheted adding an echo that lost itself in the soup of the past. Through the desolation stood the couple. A silent, stoic individual, and a dependant yet graceful woman. A fragile hand left the arm of her loved one, and glided down the stem of a flower that had once been as alive as she.

There was a light there. It found its way to the rubble, purifying the air-- intoxicating it with her scent: her light. For light itself started within her. A familiar tug at her lips invited her partner to her side, where her fingers traced hardened petals of the flower. Once she had touched something, it sparked with renewed breath. He had always felt that. When he first understood the look of pure love in her eyes, he knew she had power to bring life to all-- not just himself.

She placed her hand on a stone worn with time, eaten with age. The smell of roses left her, as she placed 34 of them upon the relic, a smile crossing her lips as she touched the cold rock, feeling the abrasive layers tingle her flesh. And he knew, also, that with her touch, that stone would turn as soft as she.

?I miss him, Heero,? she said. The wind stirred once more with her words, allowing her to continue if she wished, and carried it to the deceased man?s angelic ear.

Her partner merely nodded, knowing silence was her best comfort, and when the time came, his shoulder would be free. Her hair danced as she turned to meet his gaze, and she pointed to a solitary spot behind him. Her eyes never disconnected with his, but invested in a loving stare that could hold him for hours.

?It was there that we first danced.?

That memorable feature of hers found its way to her face once more, and lit her eyes with joy and sorrow, slurring them with passion and fire, coldness and longing. In her eyes was the world, and he found it impossible to stare where her finger refused to relinquish its attention.

?I know.?

His simple answer gently pushed her arm down, and she smiled as she ran to the spot.

?We danced here, around and around as if we had known each other for years. As if a war wasn?t starting, and as if our lives were worth something so much less than what they really were.?

The wind picked him up and turned him around to see her. Chocolate tresses found themselves pounding against one another with the force, and he notably smiled.

?And then it stopped, and?I was rescued.?

A dream captured her, and he realized she saw that night playing in her head as if it were a never-ending movie. His arms around hers, his hand on her waist, her delicate youthful frame pressed against his. For what he was obviously lacking, he saw the movie, too.

She didn?t give herself enough credit. For all the times he had saved her, she had saved him a hundred fold. For every life she helped, she helped him become more and more human; this he knew. This he was told. He saw it in pictures, in faces. He heard it in streets, in offices. He watched it fall in tears on this woman, and in laughter that man. Through the joys of others, he had seen her.

His emotions caught him there, watching her, and he found the salty taste of his happiness caress his fevered existence. Correcting his human behavior, he spoke to her the way he had always heard his better half speak.

?Must we reminisce??

Her dream ended with his words, and though they were harsh to her ears, her heart knew better. Men would be men. Especially Yuy?s. She sometimes found herself adopting his demeanor when she stepped into her office. Smiling, she met his gaze.

?I find that looking back helps me to forget.?

His head tilted to a side, and an eyebrow sought the Heavens.
In times like that, she could lose herself completely.

?Pain never dies, Heero. It may vanish for awhile, but it haunts the soul until the day when we find peace.?

The scent of the roses found their way to her, caressing her skin as gently as he had done the night they were wed.

?Hiding emotions forever is impossible. Inevitably, the fear or anger, the hatred or betrayal, the loneliness and sorrow will win against a human heart. It is destined in every human existence. The soul must fight a battle with darkness and arise as the champion.?

A thorn clung desperately to one of her roses, and she placed the thorn above her finger, pressing until a trickle of red that brought the flower?s color to shame fell from her being.

?The wound will heal, but the scar will always be there. The fact that the scar was caused by a rose?therein lies the healing.?

She placed the flower back on its resting place, and continued, sitting by the grave possessively. Her hair played with the stone, and idle hands toyed with loose bits that fell to the grounds she knew so well.

?When I think that something so wonderful and so precious caused me pain, it?s fine to think about. When I think of him, the tears can?t be stopped. I could fill up the Grand Canyon with my tears of sorrow, but I?d rather fill it with it with tears of joy.?

He thought briefly that her old age had gotten the better of her, but watched her angelic form intently.

?Coming back here and reliving it all makes me remember our good times. The times that made us happy. It holds the most sentimental value here,? she raised her eyebrow, ready to quiz him. ?Do you remember where our first kiss was? Where we became engaged? Do you, Heero??

An unsteady hand gestured to a decayed tree, then quickly hid itself back in his pocket, were it sought comfort. Though he would never admit it, he hated when she talked of the past. It made him so much weaker, and he hated weakness, especially in himself. This past?Their past.

The sky opened as she looked at him, as gentle beads of silver fell upon the two, embracing them as if they were made as one. Humans and Heavens united. He suddenly wondered if that?s how it should be. Were they meant to be connected with someone who would never come back?

?We should go, Heero,? her delicate voice trailed to his ear, where it echoed through the corridors of his mind. Eventually, he would live up to expectations. The man he should become was in sight, but still so distant. He placed a hand on the grave, and marveled at how warm it was.

Her mouth curved again, welcoming him to her like she had done ever since he was born. Ever since she gave him life. His uniform caught the rain like a sponge, collecting the water as if it belonged to him. Maybe this was a cry from the dead. Maybe he was farther from his goal than he thought. Still such a boy.

?Heero, he?s proud of you. This was always his way of saying things. Sunshine never suited him; he preferred the rain clouds. He was a man clouded in a sea of emotions.?

?You were his sunshine, weren?t you,? he stated.

?That?s what he called me.?

He nodded. The grave looked inviting. It tugged at his soul beckoning him to step forward. Strangely, his hand responded to the call. His senses responded immediately to the awkward heat of the grave. Slowly, he lifted his hand, leaving the abnormal warmth of the resting place, and worked let it work its way to his lips of its own free will. The rain hid his tears as he placed a kiss on his hand, and rested it on the grave of his father.

?He?s so proud of what you?ve become, Heero. He loved you very much.?

?This trip is never for you, is it??

?No, son. I?m old, and have found my peace with God in this event. Though Heero was taken away from me, I can see the greater good. I only pray that I can help you see that, too.?

?I miss him, mother.?

Her arms worked though his, snaking around his waist in an embrace no other mother could give her son.

?You don?t have to.?

He hugged back, aware that the rain had stopped its tumult, and the sun arose from the black clouds that his father had passed to him. He slowly pulled away from her, accepting the message that both parents had just given him, and made his way back to the car in silence.

She turned to the grave one last time in search of the man she knew was there. He greeted her with a warm breeze, and the scent of their roses permeated the world. Knowing where she was going, she turned and followed Heero Christian Jr. to the car.

A flower budded that summer, sweeping the unkempt grass away from the lettering on the stone. One soldier, Heero Yuy rested there, away from the busy world around him, to rest in a place where he had met his true love.

Where he had been brought back to life.

[AngelOfDeath]

That really is about to make me cry. (in the good way)

I can't say anything else without it sounding inadaquate.

[tornin1/2]

I quote AngelOfDeath, that really was sad, but i'm confused, who was Relena talking to?

[Melville's Best Friend]

If I'm right, she was talking to her son (she named Heero, I think...) at Heero's grave.

Right, Bob? Is that right? Hey, B, that was good! Why haven't you posted before?!?!?!? *pokes* I'm going to need to get Rose and her *shudders* new weapon over here...More now, Bob.

I look forward to your other stuff, punkin'!!!! ^_~