Okay, this fic can be considered AU I guess, I really don’t know. I’ve never watched the series so I don’t know exactly what is and isn’t in the original story line. I just made stuff up by piecing together things that happened in other fics that seemed to be repeated most often, everything else, I made up. Disclaimer at the bottom.

Heero was busily typing away at his laptop. There was another mission coming in and it was a two-man job. He sighed and looked over to where his partner was reading a manga on his bed, laughing at regular intervals.

“We have a mission,” he says.

“Oh?” Duo got up from his bed and came behind Heero to read the screen, placing his forearm on Heero’s shoulder.

Duo nodded at the screen and began to pack up his things.

Heero stared at Duo, broken and bleeding, tears in his violet eyes as he looked up at Heero’s gun and accepted impending death.

He watched as Duo frolicked by the pond of their nearest safe house, throwing rocks into the smooth water, picking tiny flowers and braiding them into his hair.

He watched as Duo recklessly risked the mission to save a fallen Quatre from being smashed by another mobile suit, slashing his way in and getting out with Quatre in tow.

Heero realized that he’d never understand Duo. Duo would forever be an enigma.

Things were dire, the last mission hadn’t gone as well as planned. Wufei was hurt and Trowa had been separated from them but Duo kept his cheerful mask on.

That night, Heero awoke to Duo’s whimpers as he slept fitfully. His thin body was thrashing against the covers, as if he were defending himself from a brutal attack. Twin streaks of silver tears streamed down Duo’s usually ginning face, leaving Heero confused.

It was ironic that after being retrieved from the remains of his gundam, Heero spotted Duo fussing over him and berating him for being foolish enough to attempt to end his life. Some Shinigami.

Heero dragged Duo’s body back to a secluded safe house. Deathscythe was in really bad shape and Duo was suffering a few broken ribs and a concussion. There was an open injury near his temple which was leaking blood profusely. Heero couldn’t help his thoughts wander as he bandaged his partner up in the darkness of the run-down, old cabin…

Heero remembered J telling him that external injuries were nothing compared to the mission. He would have to bleed to death before he could give up on the mission, but here was Duo, passed out, and the mission was put on hold. It couldn’t possibly be the right way to live…

Heero wished for the end of this war. He had unwillingly become attached to this reckless pilot who called himself ‘The God of Death.’ People like Duo, people that were innocent victims of the backlash of war did not deserve this kind of life. Duo’s life had been taken from him because of it. It was for people like Duo that Heero realized he fought for.

He hoped that soon the war would be over and if he died, it would be for the betterment of the world. For freedom.

His brooding didn’t put him in such a good mood. He was sick of all the fighting. He was sick of living the way he was.

“Heero?”

Heero turned to the source of the weak voice. He locked eyes with Duo’s, keeping his face impassive.

“Why do you do it? Why do you live your life by way of missions?”

“Because…”

Duo nodded and held out his hand. Heero took it, running his thumb against the back of Duo’s hand. Duo smiled at him, and to his surprise, Heero smiled back.

Jess’ Rant

Okay, this is my first songfic, I don’t own Gundam Wing, nor do I own this song. The song is by Creed and is titled “Wrong way.” It was short, I know, but it was one of those songs in my head and I had to get it out somehow.