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Title: Crimson Sunset
Pairing: Adam/Hiro, Adam/Ando, Hiro/Ando
Rating: PG-13
Description: This is the last part of what turned out to be a series. The order goes: Screaming into the Wind,
Discovery,
Meeting.
First part: here
Second part: here
Third part: here
Summary: “In all fiction, each time that a man is faced with multiple alternatives, he opts for one and eliminates the others. In Ts’ui Pen’s, he opts, simultaneously, for all of them. This way, he creates diverse futures, diverse times that also proliferate and fork.”
Jorge Luis Borges, “The Garden of the Forking Paths”
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my own words.
“I am lost so I am cruel but I’d be love and sweetness if I had you. I’m waiting…. I’m waiting for you.”
Garbage, “Milk”
The sword trembles in my hand. I'm clutching it so tightly that the godsend symbol cuts into my palm. I shift the blade upwards and he flinches, shutting his eyes. I've wanted to kill him since before he was even born, yet now that I have him at my mercy, helpless like a little lamb, I hesitate. He's so pale, his entire body shaking. But he won't beg me. All this time, not once has he whimpered even one little plea. He's strong. Like you. I really do like him. There's a lot to love in him. I can see that now that he's no longer just a formless shadow whom I resented simply for existing, though I do still. That's why I'm here, pressing my sword against his tender neck. All I need to do is swipe it sideways to slice through his jugular and have his blood cover me in a crimson fountain. It's simple. But I don't want to. The thought shocks me. Just five minutes ago, that was my full intention. But now that I look at him, I feel something I haven't felt for a very long time. And it's not even so unexpected.
I step back, lowering my sword. He opens his eyes, peeking at me from beneath lowered lashes. There's no denying the terror in those eyes. I turn away. Watching him from the corner of my eye, I go to the bed and pick up the scabbard, sheathing the sword.
"I won't kill you now," I say. "I want you to be my messenger. Give him my letter and tell him everything. Don't leave out any details."
He hasn't moved, not an inch. His face is all confusion and disbelief. I can't blame him. I feel his stare on my back all the way to the door.
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Breaking into Primatech Paper is easy. With someone of Peter's talents at my side, there isn't much that can stop me. It's why I chose him. The guards taken care of, I have Peter rip open the vault door. You haven’t appeared yet. This worries me. With your own particular skill, I expect you would have traveled to the appropriate moments to discover exactly why I’m here and that should bring you running. Maybe… No, you’re back. I feel it. And even if you weren’t, you’d have to come back to this time to stop the me. You have to come here.
The door springs open with a squealing groan. Time’s up. "Wait here," I tell Peter and step through the threshold and then I see you standing there right in front of me and I don't need your power for time to freeze. It's not a hallucination, no. I've seen your phantom image materialize too many times to confuse you for one of them. I stumble back against the drawers, reaching out behind me to steady myself. I want to rush forward and take you in my arms and drown in you, but your eyes… They're like flint stabbing into me.
"Hiro." A smile trembles on my lips.
"Kensei," your voice is flat, your mouth drawn in a tight line.
"Are you here to stop me?"
Your right hand clenches. "Yes."
"I hoped you would."
Your brow crinkles in that adorable little frown I love so much. God, I missed that gesture, I missed everything.
"You wanted me to come here?" Your voice is as perplexed as your face.
"It's all I've wanted since you left me in that armory. But I was too proud then to admit it even to myself."
What is that look on your face? There are too many emotions crashing into each other, half of them my own.
"You love me? It's true?"
"It's the only truth I know."
Voices rise behind me, three of them. One of them is Peter's, the other two I don't recognize, but I can guess who one of them is. Not that it matters anymore if Nathan cuts through the web of deception that I've carefully woven in Peter's mind. I have everything I need right here.
"It sounds like we're about to get interrupted," I say.
You're gaze flickers between me and the door. Your lips move, but no words come out. You look so conflicted. I wonder that you don't just stop time to allow you a chance to think. The voices are closer now, clear enough to understand what they’re saying. Peter's about to give me up. One of us will have to hurry if we don’t want to end up facing him. You seem to come to the same conclusion, for you step forward, grabbing me by the shoulder, and the vault blinks out of existence, replaced by a very familiar room.
"You brought me to your apartment?"
"You've been here before?"
You've already stepped away, seeking to put some distance between us. It hurts, seeing that, but I can't fault you for it.
"Yes. I slept here four nights."
"You slept here?" Your gaze flies between me and the bedroom, gaping at me. "On my bed?"
I nod. "I couldn't pass up the opportunity. You don't know how long it's been since I last had the chance to even touch anything of yours. 336 years, Hiro. Can you even encompass such a length of time? I've missed you.”
You drop onto the couch, staring in front of you as if your surroundings had suddenly stopped making sense. I know how that feels. I want to touch you so badly. Your neck peeks at me from above the above the collar of your shirt, beckoning. So close. All I have to do is reach out and place my hand on it. Just the simple feel of skin on skin would be glorious.
"You stayed in my apartment, you snuck into Ando's, you... you…”
The words leave your mouth in a mad rush, then suddenly stop. I quickly guess what thought won't make it past your mouth. I'm surprised. I didn't think he'd be so upfront about our liaison.
"He told you?" I ask.
"He told me everything." Your eyes harden as you turn toward me, standing up again. "You killed my father."
I knew we were going to get to this part soon.
"I did."
"Why? Why are you doing this?"
"If you got so far as to find me in the Company, then you should have part of that answer already. The truth is, I would have killed Kaito even if he wasn't your father. He buried me in a cell, hoping that I'd never again see the light of day."
"Because you wanted to kill everyone on the planet!"
You step toward me, your hands clenched into fists.
"I only wanted to kill one person. You."
The anger in your face gives way to the most profound stupefaction..
"What? How could..." Then you see. "Thirty years ago. I hadn't been born yet."
"And if your parents died from the virus, you wouldn't be."
You stagger back until your legs bump against the couch. Your eyes are incredibly wide as you look at me.
"I don't understand."
"It's simple, really. I love you. I can't not think about you every day, every hour. I've spent over 300 years recovering from every wound imaginable. No matter what I or anyone else tried to do to this body, it healed perfectly." I take off my jacket and pull up my left sleeve, showing you my bare forearm, the same one that I cut into so desperately when the shock of my ability hadn't yet filtered into my conscious. "No scars. Not anywhere, except for one place. But the wound you tore in me, that never heals. It bleeds all the time. I know you don't love me. And living with this.... It's unbearable. I though I'd finally found a way out."
You’re staring at me as if I was some weird thing that you can’t decipher. I expected this, but expecting something and having it glare you in the face are two very different things.
"But why..." Your voice sounds strangled. "Why not just... kill my parents?"
"I didn't know who they were. I suspected that Kaito might be your father, but I couldn't be certain. In any case, the millions of deaths that would accompany theirs would have been of no consequence. If you never lived, there'd be no one to go back in time and intrude in my life. Time would reset itself along a different path and none of this would have ever happened. I could live my life without your shadow hovering over my shoulder. I wanted that as badly as I want you."
My breath is stumbling all over itself. Millions of plans and designs, imagining what I’d say when I finally ran across you have all shattered into dust. I don't have any expectations, and I realize now that I never did. I have nothing but this moment. Your eyes are on me, but I can't tell if you're really seeing me or the ghosts whispering behind your eyes. Your whole body seems frozen. You clutch the armrest so hard that your pale knuckles gleam from lack of blood. My heart screams as I look at you. I thought I'd steeled myself against this, I thought I was ready, but I'm not. I never was. You slide along the armrest, collapsing on the same spot that you were sitting in before. You cover your face with your hands; they're trembling. Your breath shudders through your fingers. I'm shocked by the emotions shaking in my soul. So much of my energy has been directed towards making you suffer like I have. That's the promise I made you. When I last saw you, even as my heart broke, I reveled in the pain in your eyes as I let you know through the point of my sword that I would ensure that you never had peace. Now… Now I see the shivers clutching your body and I want to wrap you in my arms and tell you that everything will be alright.
"I'm sorry,” you say in a whisper so soft that I almost miss it.
I approach the sofa, laying a hand on the armrest to steady myself.
"I didn't meant to go to the past,” you continue. “I should have come back as soon as I realized, as soon as I saw those samurai. I should never have stayed, but I met you and you were so... different... and I... I'm so sorry. I ruined everything."
Your voice is thick and heavy but I don't dare think why until I see a drop peek between your fingers. This time I do reach out and lay my hand on your shoulder. You flinch, but don‘t try to remove my hand. I'm breathing nearly as hard as you. I'm touching you, 336 years drowning in a hope that I was so sure would never be fulfilled, yet I can finally feel your warmth soaking into me.
"I don't know what to do."
I sit by your side. You don’t shrink back; that's some comfort. I know with that sudden flash that so often accompanies truth what has to be done. I couldn't have done it myself. I shouldn't have even tried. But you can.
"Go back," I murmur in your ear. You lift your head a bit, still not looking at me.
"What?"
"Go back in time. Fix this."
"Fix?"
Now you do turn toward me, your reddened eyes warring between anger and disbelief. "There's no fixing this. I can't just go back and change things again!"
"Why not? That's what you do, carp. You manipulate time, creating new realities that sprout beneath your feet. That’s all I’m asking you to do. To craft a new life for me. Just go back to the right moment.”
I haven’t even finished speaking and you're already on your feet, glaring down at me.
"I won't do it. I'm not God."
I stand up. You don’t move away. "Then what are you?"
"I'm just a man."
"Just a man." A grimace twists on my lips.
I reach behind me, drawing my sword so quickly that it's nearly at your neck before you vanish.
"What are you doing?" you shout from behind me.
I turn around and see you standing by the opposite wall, your face wide with surprise.
"You made it across the room in less than a blink. Is that something that a regular man can do?"
"Just because we have powers doesn't mean that we can do whatever we please."
"You already did."
I approach, expecting you to back away, but you keep your feet stubbornly fixed to the ground.
"I made a mistake,” you say. “I won't repeat it if I can help it."
"This, right now, is the mistake. We should never have gotten to this moment. There's no place to go from here. I stepped off the last yellow brick long ago only to discover that the Emerald City that I was trying so desperately to reach is a fraud. So I'm asking you to dig up the road and throw it down in a different direction."
You‘re shaking your head again. "I can‘t--"
The sword drops to the floor, halting whatever phrase you were about to speak. I don’t want to hear “I can’t”. I don’t want to hear anything.
"Please, Hiro." I startle even myself with the depth of emotion clamoring within me. You no longer look angry. Your face is filled with such sadness that I can’t take it anymore. I clutch your shoulders, leaning down until all I see is the wideness of your eyes.
"Please."
Your shallow breaths ghost over my mouth. You lower your head, blinking rapidly, and I feel, I know that you’re going to--
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You call my name. It slides in my ear, nestled in the sweet cadence of your voice. One of the coils of this cheap Company mattress digs into my side, but I don‘t dare move. I don't want to disturb this dream. You say my name again, louder this time. I can almost feel your warm breath on my cheek. I feel you close. I know it’s only one of my illusions, but I’ll gladly believe it for this moment, as brief as it may be.
"Kensei."
My eyes open. I see you. Your eyes, your nose, your mouth. They all blur as I lean forward and kiss you. You don’t vanish. So many of my fantasies melt away when I give into them, but you stay this time, pressing back against my mouth for the tiniest second and it's happiness. I taste cold air as you pull away. This time when I open my eyes, you will be gone. I know. But you're not. You're still crouching in front of me. My lungs shudder as I take a deep breath. Am I awake? I can't be, this can't really be you. The bed creaks as I push myself upright. The solid realness of the mattress presses into my palms. Not like a dream. Not like a dream at all.
"Hiro?"
A ghost of a smile flutters across your lips.
"It's me, Kensei." Oh, God, even your voice sounds real. "I'm here. I came from the future."
"You said that last time," I say slowly, amazed that my mouth can form words at all.
"You asked me to come here. To fix things. I'm sorry. I don't dare go any further back than this."
This can’t… it can’t be. It might be a metamorph, a spy sent to hammer another nail in my coffin, but no one could know that particular quirk in your lips, the lovely little frown troubling your forehead. It’s you. I'm supposed to be angry, to be vengeful, to be something dark and sinister, but you're sitting in front of me and you're not a hallucination, or a ghost or a dream and it's too good to be true, but somehow in this fucked up world it is and I can still taste your lips on mine. I smile.
Pairing: Adam/Hiro, Adam/Ando, Hiro/Ando
Rating: PG-13
Description: This is the last part of what turned out to be a series. The order goes: Screaming into the Wind,
Discovery,
Meeting.
First part: here
Second part: here
Third part: here
Summary: “In all fiction, each time that a man is faced with multiple alternatives, he opts for one and eliminates the others. In Ts’ui Pen’s, he opts, simultaneously, for all of them. This way, he creates diverse futures, diverse times that also proliferate and fork.”
Jorge Luis Borges, “The Garden of the Forking Paths”
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my own words.
“I am lost so I am cruel but I’d be love and sweetness if I had you. I’m waiting…. I’m waiting for you.”
Garbage, “Milk”
The sword trembles in my hand. I'm clutching it so tightly that the godsend symbol cuts into my palm. I shift the blade upwards and he flinches, shutting his eyes. I've wanted to kill him since before he was even born, yet now that I have him at my mercy, helpless like a little lamb, I hesitate. He's so pale, his entire body shaking. But he won't beg me. All this time, not once has he whimpered even one little plea. He's strong. Like you. I really do like him. There's a lot to love in him. I can see that now that he's no longer just a formless shadow whom I resented simply for existing, though I do still. That's why I'm here, pressing my sword against his tender neck. All I need to do is swipe it sideways to slice through his jugular and have his blood cover me in a crimson fountain. It's simple. But I don't want to. The thought shocks me. Just five minutes ago, that was my full intention. But now that I look at him, I feel something I haven't felt for a very long time. And it's not even so unexpected.
I step back, lowering my sword. He opens his eyes, peeking at me from beneath lowered lashes. There's no denying the terror in those eyes. I turn away. Watching him from the corner of my eye, I go to the bed and pick up the scabbard, sheathing the sword.
"I won't kill you now," I say. "I want you to be my messenger. Give him my letter and tell him everything. Don't leave out any details."
He hasn't moved, not an inch. His face is all confusion and disbelief. I can't blame him. I feel his stare on my back all the way to the door.
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Breaking into Primatech Paper is easy. With someone of Peter's talents at my side, there isn't much that can stop me. It's why I chose him. The guards taken care of, I have Peter rip open the vault door. You haven’t appeared yet. This worries me. With your own particular skill, I expect you would have traveled to the appropriate moments to discover exactly why I’m here and that should bring you running. Maybe… No, you’re back. I feel it. And even if you weren’t, you’d have to come back to this time to stop the me. You have to come here.
The door springs open with a squealing groan. Time’s up. "Wait here," I tell Peter and step through the threshold and then I see you standing there right in front of me and I don't need your power for time to freeze. It's not a hallucination, no. I've seen your phantom image materialize too many times to confuse you for one of them. I stumble back against the drawers, reaching out behind me to steady myself. I want to rush forward and take you in my arms and drown in you, but your eyes… They're like flint stabbing into me.
"Hiro." A smile trembles on my lips.
"Kensei," your voice is flat, your mouth drawn in a tight line.
"Are you here to stop me?"
Your right hand clenches. "Yes."
"I hoped you would."
Your brow crinkles in that adorable little frown I love so much. God, I missed that gesture, I missed everything.
"You wanted me to come here?" Your voice is as perplexed as your face.
"It's all I've wanted since you left me in that armory. But I was too proud then to admit it even to myself."
What is that look on your face? There are too many emotions crashing into each other, half of them my own.
"You love me? It's true?"
"It's the only truth I know."
Voices rise behind me, three of them. One of them is Peter's, the other two I don't recognize, but I can guess who one of them is. Not that it matters anymore if Nathan cuts through the web of deception that I've carefully woven in Peter's mind. I have everything I need right here.
"It sounds like we're about to get interrupted," I say.
You're gaze flickers between me and the door. Your lips move, but no words come out. You look so conflicted. I wonder that you don't just stop time to allow you a chance to think. The voices are closer now, clear enough to understand what they’re saying. Peter's about to give me up. One of us will have to hurry if we don’t want to end up facing him. You seem to come to the same conclusion, for you step forward, grabbing me by the shoulder, and the vault blinks out of existence, replaced by a very familiar room.
"You brought me to your apartment?"
"You've been here before?"
You've already stepped away, seeking to put some distance between us. It hurts, seeing that, but I can't fault you for it.
"Yes. I slept here four nights."
"You slept here?" Your gaze flies between me and the bedroom, gaping at me. "On my bed?"
I nod. "I couldn't pass up the opportunity. You don't know how long it's been since I last had the chance to even touch anything of yours. 336 years, Hiro. Can you even encompass such a length of time? I've missed you.”
You drop onto the couch, staring in front of you as if your surroundings had suddenly stopped making sense. I know how that feels. I want to touch you so badly. Your neck peeks at me from above the above the collar of your shirt, beckoning. So close. All I have to do is reach out and place my hand on it. Just the simple feel of skin on skin would be glorious.
"You stayed in my apartment, you snuck into Ando's, you... you…”
The words leave your mouth in a mad rush, then suddenly stop. I quickly guess what thought won't make it past your mouth. I'm surprised. I didn't think he'd be so upfront about our liaison.
"He told you?" I ask.
"He told me everything." Your eyes harden as you turn toward me, standing up again. "You killed my father."
I knew we were going to get to this part soon.
"I did."
"Why? Why are you doing this?"
"If you got so far as to find me in the Company, then you should have part of that answer already. The truth is, I would have killed Kaito even if he wasn't your father. He buried me in a cell, hoping that I'd never again see the light of day."
"Because you wanted to kill everyone on the planet!"
You step toward me, your hands clenched into fists.
"I only wanted to kill one person. You."
The anger in your face gives way to the most profound stupefaction..
"What? How could..." Then you see. "Thirty years ago. I hadn't been born yet."
"And if your parents died from the virus, you wouldn't be."
You stagger back until your legs bump against the couch. Your eyes are incredibly wide as you look at me.
"I don't understand."
"It's simple, really. I love you. I can't not think about you every day, every hour. I've spent over 300 years recovering from every wound imaginable. No matter what I or anyone else tried to do to this body, it healed perfectly." I take off my jacket and pull up my left sleeve, showing you my bare forearm, the same one that I cut into so desperately when the shock of my ability hadn't yet filtered into my conscious. "No scars. Not anywhere, except for one place. But the wound you tore in me, that never heals. It bleeds all the time. I know you don't love me. And living with this.... It's unbearable. I though I'd finally found a way out."
You’re staring at me as if I was some weird thing that you can’t decipher. I expected this, but expecting something and having it glare you in the face are two very different things.
"But why..." Your voice sounds strangled. "Why not just... kill my parents?"
"I didn't know who they were. I suspected that Kaito might be your father, but I couldn't be certain. In any case, the millions of deaths that would accompany theirs would have been of no consequence. If you never lived, there'd be no one to go back in time and intrude in my life. Time would reset itself along a different path and none of this would have ever happened. I could live my life without your shadow hovering over my shoulder. I wanted that as badly as I want you."
My breath is stumbling all over itself. Millions of plans and designs, imagining what I’d say when I finally ran across you have all shattered into dust. I don't have any expectations, and I realize now that I never did. I have nothing but this moment. Your eyes are on me, but I can't tell if you're really seeing me or the ghosts whispering behind your eyes. Your whole body seems frozen. You clutch the armrest so hard that your pale knuckles gleam from lack of blood. My heart screams as I look at you. I thought I'd steeled myself against this, I thought I was ready, but I'm not. I never was. You slide along the armrest, collapsing on the same spot that you were sitting in before. You cover your face with your hands; they're trembling. Your breath shudders through your fingers. I'm shocked by the emotions shaking in my soul. So much of my energy has been directed towards making you suffer like I have. That's the promise I made you. When I last saw you, even as my heart broke, I reveled in the pain in your eyes as I let you know through the point of my sword that I would ensure that you never had peace. Now… Now I see the shivers clutching your body and I want to wrap you in my arms and tell you that everything will be alright.
"I'm sorry,” you say in a whisper so soft that I almost miss it.
I approach the sofa, laying a hand on the armrest to steady myself.
"I didn't meant to go to the past,” you continue. “I should have come back as soon as I realized, as soon as I saw those samurai. I should never have stayed, but I met you and you were so... different... and I... I'm so sorry. I ruined everything."
Your voice is thick and heavy but I don't dare think why until I see a drop peek between your fingers. This time I do reach out and lay my hand on your shoulder. You flinch, but don‘t try to remove my hand. I'm breathing nearly as hard as you. I'm touching you, 336 years drowning in a hope that I was so sure would never be fulfilled, yet I can finally feel your warmth soaking into me.
"I don't know what to do."
I sit by your side. You don’t shrink back; that's some comfort. I know with that sudden flash that so often accompanies truth what has to be done. I couldn't have done it myself. I shouldn't have even tried. But you can.
"Go back," I murmur in your ear. You lift your head a bit, still not looking at me.
"What?"
"Go back in time. Fix this."
"Fix?"
Now you do turn toward me, your reddened eyes warring between anger and disbelief. "There's no fixing this. I can't just go back and change things again!"
"Why not? That's what you do, carp. You manipulate time, creating new realities that sprout beneath your feet. That’s all I’m asking you to do. To craft a new life for me. Just go back to the right moment.”
I haven’t even finished speaking and you're already on your feet, glaring down at me.
"I won't do it. I'm not God."
I stand up. You don’t move away. "Then what are you?"
"I'm just a man."
"Just a man." A grimace twists on my lips.
I reach behind me, drawing my sword so quickly that it's nearly at your neck before you vanish.
"What are you doing?" you shout from behind me.
I turn around and see you standing by the opposite wall, your face wide with surprise.
"You made it across the room in less than a blink. Is that something that a regular man can do?"
"Just because we have powers doesn't mean that we can do whatever we please."
"You already did."
I approach, expecting you to back away, but you keep your feet stubbornly fixed to the ground.
"I made a mistake,” you say. “I won't repeat it if I can help it."
"This, right now, is the mistake. We should never have gotten to this moment. There's no place to go from here. I stepped off the last yellow brick long ago only to discover that the Emerald City that I was trying so desperately to reach is a fraud. So I'm asking you to dig up the road and throw it down in a different direction."
You‘re shaking your head again. "I can‘t--"
The sword drops to the floor, halting whatever phrase you were about to speak. I don’t want to hear “I can’t”. I don’t want to hear anything.
"Please, Hiro." I startle even myself with the depth of emotion clamoring within me. You no longer look angry. Your face is filled with such sadness that I can’t take it anymore. I clutch your shoulders, leaning down until all I see is the wideness of your eyes.
"Please."
Your shallow breaths ghost over my mouth. You lower your head, blinking rapidly, and I feel, I know that you’re going to--
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You call my name. It slides in my ear, nestled in the sweet cadence of your voice. One of the coils of this cheap Company mattress digs into my side, but I don‘t dare move. I don't want to disturb this dream. You say my name again, louder this time. I can almost feel your warm breath on my cheek. I feel you close. I know it’s only one of my illusions, but I’ll gladly believe it for this moment, as brief as it may be.
"Kensei."
My eyes open. I see you. Your eyes, your nose, your mouth. They all blur as I lean forward and kiss you. You don’t vanish. So many of my fantasies melt away when I give into them, but you stay this time, pressing back against my mouth for the tiniest second and it's happiness. I taste cold air as you pull away. This time when I open my eyes, you will be gone. I know. But you're not. You're still crouching in front of me. My lungs shudder as I take a deep breath. Am I awake? I can't be, this can't really be you. The bed creaks as I push myself upright. The solid realness of the mattress presses into my palms. Not like a dream. Not like a dream at all.
"Hiro?"
A ghost of a smile flutters across your lips.
"It's me, Kensei." Oh, God, even your voice sounds real. "I'm here. I came from the future."
"You said that last time," I say slowly, amazed that my mouth can form words at all.
"You asked me to come here. To fix things. I'm sorry. I don't dare go any further back than this."
This can’t… it can’t be. It might be a metamorph, a spy sent to hammer another nail in my coffin, but no one could know that particular quirk in your lips, the lovely little frown troubling your forehead. It’s you. I'm supposed to be angry, to be vengeful, to be something dark and sinister, but you're sitting in front of me and you're not a hallucination, or a ghost or a dream and it's too good to be true, but somehow in this fucked up world it is and I can still taste your lips on mine. I smile.
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Thank you again! Writing the the last bit of this end was quite refreshing actually. It was the first time that Adam was actually happy. The poor dear. His life is so tragic.
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I have nothing but this moment. *whimpers*
This is probably as close to a happy ending as Kiro will ever get, and you handle it beautifully.
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I honestly didn't expect to get anywhere near a happy ending, so this surprised me. At least I was able to throw Adam a bone. I'm not so sure about Hiro, who's going to have to live with the memories of this whole mess. Plus, going back in time is going to have other implications.
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Implications...? Like a sequel? :D
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No, sorry. I was just thinking out loud. Writing any more of this would ruin it.
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aaaaaaaaaah.
I loved both of these endings, even though they aren't happy/satisfying. They're pure brilliance, and I really, really, really loved this fic. :3
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I'm not the type to go for a happy ending just for the sake of it. The type of ending is determined by the story and often some people force a happy ending when a less pleasing one would fit better. There was no way this could have ended happily.
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That's why I'm here, pressing my sword against his tender neck. All I need to do is swipe it sideways to slice through his jugular and have his blood cover me in a crimson fountain. It's simple. But I don't want to. The thought shocks me. Just five minutes ago, that was my full intention. But now that I look at him, I feel something I haven't felt for a very long time. And it's not even so unexpected.
Oh god … *reels* I LOVE moments like these … you know, life-or-death, kill-him-or-not, all tense and hot and wonderful? *shakes head* I’m weird … ignore me …
Your brow crinkles in that adorable little frown I love so much. God, I missed that gesture, I missed everything.
*SQUEE*
"You slept here?" Your gaze flies between me and the bedroom, gaping at me. "On my bed?"
KINKY! *grinz*
Your eyes harden as you turn toward me, standing up again. "You killed my father."
I knew we were going to get to this part soon.
Bahahahhahhahha, Adam would have great fun talking to Sylar about annoying boyfriends whose fathers they killed …
"Thirty years ago. I hadn't been born yet."
"And if your parents died from the virus, you wouldn't be."
Which would have REALLY fracked up the space/time continuum and brought those creepy wing’d things from ‘Father’s Day,’ S1 DW …
"This, right now, is the mistake. We should never have gotten to this moment. There's no place to go from here. I stepped off the last yellow brick long ago only to discover that the Emerald City that I was trying so desperately to reach is a fraud. So I'm asking you to dig up the road and throw it down in a different direction."
*shakes head* It doesn’t work like that, Adam …
I'm supposed to be angry, to be vengeful, to be something dark and sinister, but you're sitting in front of me and you're not a hallucination, or a ghost or a dream and it's too good to be true, but somehow in this fucked up world it is and I can still taste your lips on mine. I smile.
*SQUEE*
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Personally, I prefer the other ending because I think it's better, but this one at least doesn't leave me completely depressed, even if it isn't happy.
I confess to being completely lost at your references. I'm not really a sci-fi and I've only read like five fantasy books that weren't written by Tolkien or Neil Gaiman. I'd like to catch up, but if it isn't history related or assigned by a professor, I don't really have time for it. I watch a lot of TV shows on DVD, though. I'm much more savvy with horror (literature, not movies, those bore me). I think I got my fascination with all things morbid and bloody from reading too much horror as a kid.
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You MUST watch Doctor Who and Torchwood (the newer DW stuff, you'll never finish the twenty-odd seasons because it's been going since the 60s ...) The Doctor has a lot in common with Hiro, now that I think on it ... and Adam is like a twisted Captain Jack ... you should DEFINITELY look them up! PLEASE!
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