untitled Ficcie

-----part 1-----

OZ fighters fell before the combined power of the five Gundams, each one treated to a variety of remarks, such as:

"Omae o korosu!"

"Shinigami is here! Time to DIE!!!!"

and....

"I'm sorry. Really. I wish you'd just surrender. Please? I really dislike doing this."

"I'm picking up interference on your line, Quatre." Duo warned.

"Someone's trying to hack into my systems." Quatre confirmed. "Hold on. I'm going to..."

Then, Sandrock's self-destruct went off.


"QUATRE!" Duo screamed. "NO!!!!" He turned his rage on the OZ fighters, not even noticing the warnings that his own Gundam was also being hacked.

A moment later, Deathscyhe exploded.

-----part 2-----

Quatre blinked in confusion at his new surroundings. Where was he? Last he remembered, he'd been in a battle and. Something had gone wrong. Something wrong with his Gundam. 

//I'm in the hospital.// he thought. //This is a recovery area for some kind of hospital. It's nice. Very very beautiful.// He walked along the plushy white carpet until he came to a large alabaster door. "Hmmm. This is an awfully large hospital." he said, speaking aloud to comfort himself in the silence.

A familiar chuckle answered, but when he turned, he saw he was still alone.

//You're hearing things, Quatre. Must be a concussion. Go back to bed.// he blinked. When had he been in a bed? This was getting weirder by the moment.

///Quatre Raberba Winner,// a voice that was not his own reached into his mind. //come forth.//

Quatre was compelled to obey. He walked into the room beyond the alabaster doors...

.... and froze in utter shock.

*****

Heero kicked, violently, at the pieces of Deathscythe. //You bastard!// he thought, angrily. //You were supposed to protect him! Why didn't you protect him?! You let Duo die!// he wasn't sure whether the sentiments were directed at Duo's now destroyed Gundam or at himself.

With tears in his eyes, Trowa approached the Perfect Soldier and put a hand on his shoulder. He'd also lost someone he loved. Quatre had meant worlds to him, and now that the innocent, sweet soldier was gone, it was as if an emptiness had entered his heart.

Heero turned and looked at Trowa, seeing the tears in the other pilot's eyes. Then, he turned his eyes in the direction of the OZ base.

"Omae o korosu."

-----part 3-----

Quatre stared at the group of winged figures before him. Their long white robes seemed to blend into the walls of the room, and their brilliant eyes were almost blinding when their gazes fell upon him.

"Quatre Raberba Winner," the figure seated at the center said, sternly, "gentle though thou hast been, thou has killed thy fellow man on numerous occasion."

Quatre nodded. "I offer no excuse." he said. "Do what you will with me."

"Very well." the central figure nodded. "Let it be shown, that this Quatre Raberba Winner has thrown himself at our mercy. We pity his immortal soul and regret that despite this we must send him to...."

"NO!"

Everyone turned in surprise. Quatre's eyes widened when he saw the winged, braided figure who now approached the center of the room.

"You speak against our judgment, Shinigami?"

"I speak for the defendant." Shinigami replied. "While I lived on Earth, he was a dear friend and a close companion. Had we lived there longer, we would've been lovers."

"And you wish to pursue that relationship here?"

"He will be my assistant, with your leave, your honor." Shinigami replied. "I don't ask that you accept him into Heaven. I only ask that you do not condemn him to Hell."

"Then we shall leave him to you, Shinigami." the stern figure turned to Quatre, "I am truly glad for you. For it would have been grievous indeed to sentence one such as yourself to eternal damnation."

Quatre was still staring at Shinigami in shock. Finally, he managed to squeak out one word.

"Duo?!"

-----TBC-----