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Lost Boy
Are you lost, onii-chan?
Laughter like sunlight. Little girl, blood from the corner of her lips staining her fair skin. Red on her white dress like wantonly spilt juice.
Smile.
No. This isn't happening.
Are you lost?
Are you lost?
No . . . no, leave me alone . . . I can't be lost, because then you'll . . . you'll be . . .
Sweet face contorting into a smiling expression of pain, eyes bright and vapid and so so white. Something held out in one delicate fist.
For you.
A perfect flower now in his hand, slowly morphing, changing. Petals curling down into their secret heart, blackening, falling off one by one to grind into dust at his feet and blow away. Stem thickening into the rapidly warming metal of a detonation switch.
Press the button.
Fire . . . from the inside of her body. Leaping out from her eyes, her smiling, bloody mouth, licking hungrily at his hand.
I'm not lost . . .
Skin charring, slowly peeling off her muscles. Flesh carbonizing into dark pieces of ash, revealing blackened bone. Long hair singeing, twisting with the heat, disintegrating into a sooty mass.
Smile.
I'm not lost . . .
One two three. Gun spitting out deadly rain, holes appearing in her empty eye sockets, her forehead. Lipless grin, white teeth clacking together.
I'm not lost . . .
I killed her.
Smile.
Warm wet on his hand. Hold it up to see more blood, glistening black in the light of the flame. Sinking slowly into his skin, spreading cold poison along his veins.
Are you lost, onii-chan?
Yes. Now.
Watch it disappear, feel it begin to kill him from within. Staining his body from the inside out . . . so cold.
Skeletal fingers reaching into his chest, pulling out his heart. Beating, alive, dripping wet in her hand. Droplets extinguishing the flames where they touch.
For you.
Take it. Cold, burns like acid. It hurts.
Throw it down, watch it burst into icy blue fire. I don't want it. It hurts . . .
Snow falling. Feel something spatter against his cheeks, his chin. Reach up to wipe it away, watch the snow melt into crimson on his hand. Fat white flakes whispering against his skin, staining dark where they touch. Stretch out his tongue, a cool pinprick slowly dissolving into coppery tang.
Bane.
Are you lost, onii-chan?
Look at her smile, feel his eyes leech into gray. Blue is gone, like so much innocence. Like the girl before him. Like his heart.
Are you lost, onii-chan?
No.
I'm dead.
~owari~
Notes: Surprisingly enough, I started this before Toonami's showing of Endless Waltz, and I finished it the evening before. Thank god for fansubs. And I do believe it's onii-chan, not onii-san. I'm probably wrong; swear my hearing is defective. If I am, kindly correct me? Domo.
*shrugs* Like I said, just a weirdly twisted piece. Nightmare, contemplation, you decide. Then again, I was looking over the lyrics to YYH's "Nightmare" and "Dark Side Stories" prior to writing. And just looking at that shot of Heero, the first time you clearly see his face after he finds the puppy . . . *shivers*
And btw, he wasn't laughing, goddammit. He was panting after a long run. But it does make the point, ne minna-san? *sings Kryptonite under her breath*
If I go crazy then will you still call me Superman . . .