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Unchained Hearts
(Sunningdale - 1790) When the curtain fell, the whole theater was full
of applause from the audience. On curtain call, all the performers came to the
stage and gave appreciating bows. The audience was full of praises for their
excellent performances.
A young man sat silently alone at a gallery. He
was Earl Herrod, son of the Duke. A handsome aloof young man with piercing blue
eyes and solemn-looking face, he was considered an eccentric aristocrat, a loner
who never joined the other noblemen in their hunting or horse riding activities.
For three consecutive nights, he was there at the
theater, watching the performances of William Shakespeare's "Merchant of
Venice". But it was not the play that had attracted his attention. Rather,
it was one of the performers, a young boy with an unusual long braid of chestnut
hair that had captivated him. The young Earl rose to leave as the performers
disappeared behind the curtain. At the back stage, all the performers were
chattering excitedly at the success of the play, how the audience loved it.
Walking towards his dressing table, Dylan saw a huge bouquet of flowers on the
table.
"Oh, how lovely!" the boy exclaimed,
holding up the flowers. Their fragrance very subtle and sweet. "Did anybody see who sent this?" he
asked. For three nights in a row, he had been receiving flowers from an unknown
person and he was dying to know who sent them. "I did! I did!" a girl yelled out. "Who is it, Holly?" "You are not going to believe this. It's
Earl Herrod!" the girl squeaked excitedly. "His Lordship? The…the Earl himself?
Oh…my…" the boy uttered the words almost beneath his breath and then he
added quickly, "Is he still around?" "The Earl is leaving. Go quickly,
Dylan!" Holly pushed him to the door. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "My Lord!" Dylan called out as he ran
up to the Earl. The Earl was about to board his carriage. Turning
around, he saw the beautiful boy approaching him. "My Lord, I must thank you for your kind
support on our performances and also those beautiful flowers you sent me." "Think nothing of it." The Earl eyed
the boy carefully. Looking at him at a closer range, the Earl found the boy even
more beautiful, more captivating. The boy began to blush furiously under the Earl's
intense glare.
"My Lord, will you….will you come and see
my performance again tomorrow?" Dylan asked hesitantly. Lord Herrod grabbed his chin and tilted his face
up; his deep blue eyes were strangely arresting as he stared into the boy's
captivating violet pool.
"Would you like me to?" he asked as his
thumb caressed the boy's luscious lips.
Dylan felt himself quivering at his touch. Their
faces were so closed that he could feel the Earl's warm breath against his
cheek. Looking at the handsome Earl, Dylan whispered shyly, "I would be
most honored if you will come again tomorrow, My Lord." "And I shall be here." the Earl
promised as he released him. Dylan stood alone on the pavement and watched as
the coach drove away. He sighed dreamily as his hand went up to touch the lips
that the Earl had just caressed. The feeling of his thumb on his lips still
lingered.
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(Sunningdale - Present Day) Heero's eyes flew open. The morning sunlight was
slowly seeping in through the drawn curtains. Heero sat up in his bed. He shook
his head hard. Ever since he moved to this town a month ago, he had been plagued
by strange dreams every night. He dreamt of himself as an Earl of the 18th
century. Very strange indeed.
Pushing back the covers, Heero got up to get ready
for school. School was another disaster. Heero dreaded it. He'd changed schools
so many times that he had lost count of it.
Being an orphan, he lived with his aunt and uncle.
For years, the family had moved wherever the company sent his uncle, hence all
the different schools. Being constantly on the move, Heero had hardly made any
friends. He was mostly a loner on his own. As his aunt and uncle were childless,
his childhood was a very lonely one too, resulting in his cold, unfriendly
attitude. Dragging his feet up the long, cracked concrete
sidewalk, Heero walked to his locker and dumped his books in it. Soon, more
students came streaming into the school, sending forth a sea of blue jeans and
multihued T-shirts.
Heero dragged himself through the day, not really
paying any attention to the class. He was still thinking about the dreams that
he had, dreams that didn't fade as he replayed them in his mind.
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(Sunningdale - 1790) Lord Herrod opened the door and ushered the boy
into the room. Dylan gasped in awe. The room was so beautifully decorated. The walls
were painted in a light shade of violet with flowers at every corner of the
room. White lilies, yellow daffodils, red tulips and purple iris, surrounded by
multihued phlox, making a bower of blossoms and scenting the whole room with
their fragrance. Against one of the walls was a huge couch-like bed that looked
most cozy and comfortable. "Oh, this is too beautiful!" he managed
to breath out. "Do you like it? I have this room decorated
specially for you." "You shouldn't have gone through these
expenses for me, My Lord. Such extravagant use of money." "It's worth every cent spent as long as you
like them. Dylan, would you like to stay here with me?" "Of course, My Lord. But...alas, I am just a
street kid, a nobody while you, My Lord, are a nobleman of high society status.
I am not worthy of you." Dylan lamented regretfully, fingering the petals
of the lilies absently. The Earl frowned at the boy's remarks. He walked
to him and hugged him from behind. "You are not a nobody," the Earl said
fiercely. " To me, you are special. You are like an angel, a very beautiful
one." Dylan turned to the Earl and pouted at him
adoringly. His beautiful violet eyes smiling up joyfully at the Earl. "This boy is so innocent and naïve. All his
feelings, happy or sad are always shown clearly on his face. There is no
pretence in him at all. Oh, how I love him." the Earl thought to himself,
feeling the boy's cheerful nature and innocence beguiling him. He felt a burning
desire rise within him. "I want you, Dylan." Lord Herrod pulled
the stunned boy into his arms and crushed his lips against Dylan's. His desire
grew tempestuous, fiery and compelling as he picked Dylan up in his arms,
carrying him towards the huge, luxurious bed. Dylan gave a cry of protest but he
had no chance to say more. Lord Herrod tumbled him down on the bed against the
pillows and then his mouth, passionate and demanding, was on Dylan's. Pulling away, Dylan said laughingly, "Don't
make me too sore, My Lord. I still have performances tonight and
...mmmph...." Words were forgotten as they drowned themselves
into a sea of fiery passion. Moans of pleasure and cries of ecstasy were the
only sounds emitted from the bedroom.
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(Sunningdale - Present Day) The dream ended abruptly as the alarm clock rang.
Heero grimaced as he turned the offending clock off. The dream was so vivid that
he wasn't quite sure where he was. For a moment, he thought he was still in the
bedroom, peeping at the two lovers. He got up from the bed and went for a cold shower. That erotic
dream was getting at his hormones.
Sitting at his desk by the window, he gazed out at
the open field dazedly. He was still thinking about that strange dream. He was
so engrossed in his thoughts, he did not notice when the teacher had entered the
classroom with a boy following behind her. "Class, today we have a new transfer student to
Sunningdale High. This is Duo Maxwell." The teacher introduced the new boy
to the class. The girls were whispering and giggling among
themselves, looking at the new boy dreamily while the boys smiled at him with
warm welcome. Heero broke his gaze and turned back to the class on hearing the
whisperings and giggling. His eyes turned wide in disbelief when he saw the new
boy. With violet eyes, a long braid and a charming smile, he looked just like
the Dylan from his dreams. "It can't be! I must be hallucinating. These
bizarre dreams are driving me crazy." For the next few days, Heero was observing Duo from
a distance. The boy had established quite a following of drooling girls within a
short time and he was hitting it off with the guys as well. The fact that he was
a very good basketball player had earned him more admiration and popularity.
Heero found the boy very beautiful, very fascinating. He felt himself drawn
towards him unconsciously. But they had never actually talked to each other.
Duo would just give him a smile and a nod whenever they crossed each other's
path. Heero had an unexplainable feeling that he knew this boy for a long time
but they had never met before until now.
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(Sunningdale - 1790) Draping a blanket over the naked body of the
beautiful boy who was soundly asleep in his bed, Lord Herrod gently caressing
his beloved's face. "Beautiful, so beautiful." the Earl
murmured. This boy had satisfied him the way no women could. He wanted so badly
to keep this boy by his side forever. His innocent smile and sparkling violet
eyes never failed to bring a smile to his usual grim face. This boy was the
spark of his life. He brushed back a lock of the boy's chestnut hair
and marveled at its softness. For most people, the long hair would make them
look unkempt but for Dylan, it only enhanced his beauty, making him more
desirable.
A knock on the door disrupted his reverie. A
servant announced the arrival of Lady Regina. Lord Herrod frowned at her
untimely arrival. Putting on his coat, Lord Herrod placed a kiss on Dylan's lips
before going down to meet the Lady. Lady Regina paced around the room excitedly.
Daughter of a Duke, she had a reputation of being a terrible spoiled brat. She
had been dreaming of the day when the Earl would ask for her hand in marriage. "The day has finally arrived." When she saw the Earl, she gave a cry of delight.
She ran towards him and clung her arms on his. "Oh, My Lordship, I am so excited. Our
fathers have finally decided it's time for us to solemnize our marriage. After
being engaged for so long, we are finally getting married." the woman
squealed happily, showing the young Earl the letter from her father. Reading the letter, Lord Herrod's frown deepened.
Lady Regina, oblivious to the Earl's silence, was prattling about how they
should plan for the wedding, who to invite and where they should go for their
honeymoon. "There will be no wedding. I am breaking off
this engagement." the Earl said abruptly. Lady Regina blinked at the young Earl.
"What?! What do you mean by breaking off our engagement? You are my fiancé.
We are betrothed to each other since we were toddlers." "Like you have just said, My Lady, we are
betrothed to each other since young. This is an arranged marriage decided by our
fathers, a wishful thinking on their part that I feel no oblige to
fulfill." "But why?" "Because I have no love for you, My
Lady." Lord Herrod said coldly.
The Ladyship stared at him in disbelief and her
tone turned spiteful and full of venom. "There is someone else, isn't it My
Lord? Who is this person? Who is this bitch, this shameless creature who dares
to vie with me for my fiancé?" "My Lady! I will not tolerate such impudence
in my house. And let me remind you of your status." His tone was ruthless
and dangerous. Lady Regina's face turned red with anger.
"You will marry me. I will see to it that you marry me and no one
else."
"Good day, My Lady." the Earl gestured
to his butler to show Lady Regina to the door. She stormed out of the house angrily. Lord Herrod looked at the retreating woman in
disdain. A downright spoiled brat, Lady Regina was possessive in public,
deliberately indiscreet about their relationship, wishing everybody to know of
their engagement. There was no way he was going to marry this woman. Looking up, Lord Herrod saw Dylan standing at the
landing at the top of the staircase. Dressed in a pair of loose pajamas, his
unbound hair framed his ashen white face. His eyes were wide with confusion and
uncertainty, his body trembling in fear.
Lord Herrod's brows creased with concern at the
sight of the frighten boy. "He must have overheard what that woman
said." Striding up the stairs quickly, he held the
trembling boy in his arms. "Dylan my love, what is wrong?" The boy clung to him tightly. "Is it true?
Is it true that My Lord you are going to marry Lady Regina?" "This is an arranged marriage by our
families. Our fathers are old friends. They hope to unite the two families with
our marriage." Lord Herrod explained with a sigh. "Me…what about me, My Lord?" the boy
sobbed in his arms.
The young Earl tightened his arms around the
sobbing boy before whispering to him. "Come with me." Lord Herrod took Dylan back to his room. From a
drawer at the writing table, Lord Herrod produced a pair of beautiful rings,
ornate with ruby and sapphire. Slipping one of the rings onto Dylan's ring
finger, Lord Herrod explained to the stunned boy. "This pair of wedding rings is one of my
family heirlooms. My grandmother gave it to me for my wedding. Now that you are
wearing it, it means you are married to me. You are rightfully mine now,
Dylan." The boy looked up at the young Earl. He was
trembling, his violet eyes search the Earl's face as if he thought he could not
have heard him correctly.
"But…what about Lady Regina?" "Her presence need not concern us. What is
more important to me is that you are here with me and we are together." "To…gether?" Dylan hardly breathed
the word. "Yes, together. You will always be with me,
safe in my arms now and forever." Very gently, he put his arms round Dylan.
"So, with this ring, I wed thee, my love." "Oh, My Lordship…" Lord Herrod pulled Dylan closer, his lips sought
Dylan's and he kissed him until his breath came quickly between his lips.
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Dylan was about to hop off the coach when the
Earl pulled him back. Holding him close, the Earl was most reluctant to let him
go. He whispered to the boy. "I will go back home to talk my father out of
this marriage with Lady Regina. Then I will come back for you, my love. I
promise." The boy hugged the Earl tight. "I trust you,
My Lord. I will be waiting for your return." The Earl found his lips again and kissed him
passionately. At a dark corner, a pair of eyes flashed with
sheer anger as they observed the two kissing figures. "So, he is the reason for your refusal to
marry me. That son of a bitch! He is just some low-level actor. How could you
love another male? This is totally illicit." Lady Regina snarled in the
dark. "He must have bewitched you, My Lord. That's
right! He is a witch in disguised. He must have used some black magic, some
witchcraft on His Lordship. Well, I won't let you get away with it, you little
witch. I will get rid of you."
An evil plan began to form in her mind as she
eyed the boy with hatred.
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(Sunningdale - Present Day) Walking downtown one day, Heero came upon an old
curio shop. The shop was small and narrow with lots of old and strange looking
stuff stacking up at every corner of the shop. Heero was looking around
uninterestedly when something caught his attention. Lying in the glass display
case was a pair of beautiful ancient rings ornate with ruby and sapphire. They
were exactly the same with the ones the Earl and Dylan were wearing in his
dreams. Looking at the pair of glimmering rings, Heero
wondered what impulse had made him purchased them. Ridiculous as it may sound
but somehow, he felt the rings belonged to him. The shopkeeper was most happy to
let him have the rings at a reasonable price. According to the old man, the
rings had been around in the shop for many, many years since his grandfather's
time. No one dared to buy the rings as they were rumored to be cursed.
That night, Heero was turning and tossing in his
bed. He was having a very disturbing dream.
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(Sunningdale - 1790) Dylan sat at his dressing table, looking at the
ring on his finger woefully. It had been a week since the Earl left. He was
beginning to worry if the Earl will come back. "He will come back for me. He gave me his
promise. I mustn't doubt His Lordship." he chided himself. Suddenly, the stage door burst opened and a crowd
of angry townspeople barged in. "There he is! Witch! Catch him!" they
shouted. Dylan stared at them in bewilderment.
"What is going on?" the troupe leader
asked. "This person in your troupe, he is a witch.
Since he came here, our crops were poor and our animals died mysteriously. He is
the cause of it. He has put a curse on this town. He is a witch." "Nonsense!" Holly cried out.
"Dylan has got nothing to do with your poor crop or your dead animals. He
is not a witch!" The angry mob began to chant. "Witch! Witch!
Witch! Burn him at stake! Burn him!" Before Dylan could apprehend these wild
accusations thrown at him, four large men burst out and grabbed him, dragging
him out of the theater. Watching from a corner, Lady Regina smiled evilly. These
gullible townspeople. All it needed was to pay someone to destroy the crop,
poison the animals and spread the rumors of witchcraft and these superstitious
townspeople will be shaken to absolute fear.
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Lord Herrod held the bouquet of flowers gingerly
as the coach pulled up at the theater. He had failed to persuade his father, the
Duke to cancel his wedding with Lady Regina. The Duke was extremely furious on
hearing his son's decision to break off the engagement. "You must marry Lady Regina. I will not have
you disgrace the family's reputation." the Duke commanded. "This is a wish I cannot fulfill, my father.
I already have another love." "Either you marry Lady Regina or I will have
you disowned!" the Duke threatened. "I seek your forgiveness, my father but in
this case, I'm afraid you will have to disown me."
Lord Herrod was ready to give up his wealth and
status to be with his true love. Pushing at the ajar door, he was surprised to
find the back stage empty. A sobbing sound came from the other side of the room.
Walking forward, he saw a girl huddled at a corner, crying. "Holly?" he recognized the girl as
Dylan's childhood friend and partner at stage. "My Lord!" Holly cried out, scrambling
onto her feet. "Please, My Lord, you got to save Dylan." "What happened?" The girl related to the Earl of the townspeople's
accusations. The Earl listened in a grim silence. "Absurd! Absolutely absurd!" the Earl
exclaimed angrily. "My Lord, they are going to burn Dylan at
the stake!" Holly cried. "I will save him, I will."
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The men dragged Dylan onto the platform. He tried
to squirm away but he had no strength left.
"Get him on his feet and tied him to the
stake," someone commanded. Hands grabbed him by his braid; fingers dug into
his arms, pulling him onto his feet. Dylan could barely stand, his legs felt
weak. Glancing up, he saw the stake on the platform. "What wrong have I done? Why should I be
burnt at the stake?" Dylan cried out to the crowd as the men dragged him to
the stake. Dylan began to kick and buck. More hands joined in the struggle. They
dragged him up and tied his hands and legs to stake. The crowd began to shout, "Burn him! Burn
him!" as the men lit up the hays around the stake with their torches. Fire
began to spread around wildly, engulfing him. "Stop! You mustn't burn him!" Looking up, Dylan saw the Earl running towards
the platform. The townspeople held him back. "Your Lordship, you mustn't go near the
witch." "Nonsense! He is no witch. Let him go!"
the Earl struggled against the hands that held him back. Dylan looked at the Earl tearfully. "I love
you, My Lord. I really do." Lord Herrod watched in horror as tongues of
raging fire consumed his love, burning up his beautiful braid. "Dylan!" The Earl broke himself free
and ran up the platform, leaping into the raging fire to hold his love. "We will be together, forever." Cries of terror and anguish rang out from the
crowd as they watched the fire burning at the two figures. "No, My Lordship!" Lady Regina shrieked
before passing out.
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(Sunningdale - Present Day) Heero woke up fighting for breath. His body was
stained with cold sweat. He struggled to sit up in bed; mind still tormented by
the horrifying dream he just had. All the air in the room seemed to have been
sucked out. The pair of rings on the table beside his bed seemed to be glowing
eerily in the dark. Heero felt a strong sense of another presence.
Whirling around wide eyed, he saw a pale figure standing at the door. It was
Lord Herrod from his dreams! Looking down at Heero, his face was grim but his
eyes were very sad.
"Seek your true love!" the apparition
whispered. Heero rubbed his eyes furiously. When he opened his eyes again, the
apparition was gone. "What is it that you are trying to tell
me?"
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Heero was still very disturbed and horrified by the
dreams that he had the night before. Images of the two figures being burnt to
death were still vivid in his mind. "Why do I keep having these strange dreams? I
must be going crazy. Sane people don't believe in ghosts, much less see them.
What is really going on here?" he wondered.
When Heero took notice of his surroundings, he
realized that he had came to the county cemetery. "How did I end up here?" Looking at the cemetery, there seemed to be
something beyond it. Something that was beckoning at him, seeking his attention.
Unconsciously, Heero began to stride into the cemetery, slowly walking up the
hill until he came upon a granite gravestone enclosed by long grass and tangled
flowers grew over the plot. Kneeling down, Heero brushed back the grass and read
the inscriptions. " IN LOVING MEMORY Heero held his breath momentarily. "The Earl
had existed just as I'd seen in my dreams. Which means all these dreams that I
had are not just fragments of my imaginations." Leaving the cemetery hastily, Heero headed for the
town library. He needed to know what actually happened in this town during the
18th century and why was he embroiled in it.
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The old library smelled of dust and disuse. Locating
a book on the social history of Sunningdale during the 1800s, Heero opened the
book eagerly and began to search for anything on Lord Herrod. He flipped through
the book until he hit the section on the Earl. In the spring of 1790,
prominent figure of the society, Lord Herrod called off his wedding with Her
Ladyship, Lady Regina. Rumors of the Earl falling in love with an actor were
heard around the county. The actor was accused of practicing witchcraft and
black magic and was hence burnt at the stake. The Earl went after his lover and
was burnt to death as well. The grieving Lady Regina left the county and was
never heard of. The book dropped from Heero's hands. "All that I dreamt of is true. All these really
happened during the 18th century. If I am really Lord Herrod in my
previous life, which means……Duo is Dylan. If I have these dreams, he must
have them too. If they were lovers then, that means we ………" Heero replaced the book onto the shelf and raced out
of the library to look for Duo. The Earl's words rang in his mind. "Seek
your true love!"
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He found Duo at the basketball court. Approaching
him hesitantly, Heero wet his lips nervously. "Duo?" Duo turned around and saw Heero standing a few feet
away. "Yes?" "Can I…..can I talk to you for a
second?" Duo looked surprised. Heero wanted to talk to him?
From what he heard from the other students, Heero never really talk to any one
of them. He usually ignored them and went off on his own. He never mixed around
with anyone. But now, Heero actually came to look for him on his own accord. "Urm….okay." Standing at the isolated rooftop of the school, Duo
gave Heero a questioning look. Heero stared out at nothing in particular, not
knowing how to start the conversation. "Duo, do you experience strange dreams at
night?" Heero turned to him. Duo blinked at him quizzically. "Dreams?" Heero began to relate his dreams to Duo who was
listening in silence. When Heero finished with his story, he looked at Duo
expectantly. Duo observed him silently before bursting into
laughter. Heero was bewildered.
"That is one incredible tale, Heero, especially
to hear it from you. Never knew you could crack such a joke." "This is no tall tale. What I just told you is
true. I have checked the history of this place, it really happened." Duo was still laughing his head off. Exasperated,
Heero grabbed his hand. "Here, this is the ring Dylan was wearing, a
token of love from the Earl." Heero slipped the ring onto Duo's finger. Eyeing the ring on his finger, Duo suddenly felt a
strong sense of déjà vu sweeping through him. His mind began to slip back into
the past. He saw the story from the beginning as snatches of the scenes flashed
through his mind. A waking dream was playing before him. He saw the Earl with
Dylan, how they loved each other, how they were separated and died in the fire. His senses were bombarded with feelings of love,
fear and pain. Duo clapped his hands over his ears and groaned in pain as he
rocked back and forth, shivering with terror over the scenes that he just
witnessed. Heero grabbed his shoulders and shook him gently.
"Duo, what's wrong? Are you hurt?" Duo pushed him away. "Don't…..don't touch me.
Don't…." Duo groaned again. He removed the ring from his finger and threw
it to the ground before running off. "Duo!"
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Crouching at a corner of the dark room, Duo hugged
his legs to his chest tightly. The earlier revelation still shocked him. He
wasn't expecting such a tormenting past life. Duo shook his head violently. The feelings of love and fear swirled around him.
While he was pleasantly surprised to know that Heero was his lover in the past
life, he was badly shaken by how they died.
"I love you, Heero. And because of that, I must
stay away from you. You died in the past because of me. I can't let that happen
again." Duo decided as tears stained his pale face. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Heero frowned in concern and exasperation. For days,
he had been trying to catch hold of Duo but the boy was evidently avoiding him.
He was always mingling with a group of boys and during lunch breaks, he was
always surrounded by the girls, leaving Heero no opportunity to approach him at
all. When they do crossed paths along the corridors or at the lockers, Duo would
scoot off immediately when he saw him approaching. "What should I do now? I have finally found him
after centuries of searching, I can't just let him go like that." Heero
pondered. He decided to confront Duo to trash things out once
and for all. Looking around for Duo after the class, he found him at the
basketball court, having a game with the other boys. Crossing the court with a
determine look in his eyes, he made a beeline for the braided boy.
Heero grasped his arm and hurled him off the court,
leaving the other boys to stare in wonder. He dragged the protesting boy to the
cemetery. Standing before the gravestone of the late Earl, Heero looked at the
fearful expression on Duo's pale face. The boy refused to look at him. "Duo, why are you avoiding me?" The boy bit his lips and kept quiet. "You already know who we were in our past life,
how we….were related to each other. Fate has brought us together again. So,
why are you avoiding it?" Heero asked in a desperate tone. Duo heaved a regretful sigh and looked away.
Agitated, Heero grabbed his shoulders and turned him around. "Duo, we are meant to be together since
centuries ago. I love you, then and now. This is our fate, we can't escape it.
This is our destiny that we can't deny. Unless…..unless you don't feel the
same for me." Duo looked up on hearing that. Shaking his head, he
cried out.
"Have you forgotten what happened then?
Have
you forgotten how we died in the past? I…I don't want that to happen again. I
don't want…I don't want." Duo dropped to his knees and cried
uncontrollably. Heero pulled him into his embrace and tightened his
arms around him. Duo leaned against his chest, crying sadly. "What happened in the past won’t happen
again. I made a mistake once, I won't repeat it again." Heero assured. "But….but what if there is another Lady
Regina….." Duo voiced out worriedly. "No. No one can separate us again this time.
Our love will last forever." Heero took out the ring and placed it on Duo's
finger, where it should rightfully be.
"Have faith in our love and have faith in me,
Duo." Duo nodded and gave him a smile. Hugging Heero
tightly, he felt a sense of relief and peace spreading through him.
Standing a few feet away from the gravestone, the
ghosts of Lord Herrod and Dylan looked at the embracing couple with satisfied
smiles. "My Lord, we are finally reunited; body, heart
and soul." Heero and Duo looked up and saw a soft rosy mist
lingered around where they stood.
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