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Heero sat in Wing Zero's cockpit. A large group of meteors were headed towards Earth an he and the other three Gundam pilots had to stop them. They were almost done when one meteor exploded sending meteor shards every where. Wing Zero got hit by most of the shards and was disabled. The last meteor headed straight for the now defenseless Wing Zero. Heero couldn't even self-destruct.
The others watched helplessly; they could never reach Wing Zero in time. When the rock were about ten feet from Zero, a green arc swept out and cut it into four pieces, allowing enough space for Wing Zero to pass through untouched.
For a moment, Heero thought he saw Deathsycthe Hell. Then the vision vanished.
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Heero woke up covered with sweat. He looked over to the twin bed where Duo would normally sleep. /�It wasn't just a dream.../ Heero thought when he saw the bed was empty. No one had been able to explain why Heero had survived that fight a few months ago. It couldn't have been Deathsycthe Hell. It had been destroyed the same time that Duo had died a few months ago. Burning white fire had devoured both pilot and Gundam.
No one had an explanation for *that* either.
Duo's death had made Heero realize he wasn't happy living as Relena's body guard. He had moved out and enrolled in a school far away from the others. Living under his alter ego, he tried to forget everything that had happened at the reunion celebrating the end of the war for a year.
He had never realized how much he had needed Duo before he had...left. Duo helped keep him human inside. Heero got up and quickly go dressed. He slipped outside and tried to think.
He was walking by the basketball court when he heard the sound of someone practicing. Heero silently crept over to the court. He blinked rapidly, sure that his eyes where playing tricks on him. The person on the court was...
DUO!
"Hiya Heero!" Duo said cheerfully and tossed Heero a basketball. "Geeze, you look like you've seen a ghost!"
Heero caught the ball only by reflex. His mind was still whirling. Cautiously he approached the other boy. "Maybe I have," he said as he grabbed Duo's arm. It was warm, just like the old Duo he had known.
"No, I'm not a ghost," Duo said with a grin.
Heero came up with another possible explanation. "You aren't really Shinigami, are you?" He asked.
"Me? Shinigami? No..." Duo said, his eyes twinkling.
"Then what are you?" Heero demanded.
"Some one who loves you very much," Duo said and then kissed him on the lips. He broke the kiss a minute later, a contented smile on his face.
"But how??" Heero asked, his voice quivering.
Duo sighed. "Do you really need to know that?" He asked.
Heero nodded.
Duo's form glowed softly and then blurred. A second later, he was clothed completely in white with his gold crucifix over his shirt. Stretching out behind him were two shining white wings.
"You're....." Heero began then his voice trailed off.
"A guardian angel," Duo finished. "Your guardian angle to be exact."
"But how? Why?"
"First of all, you need one, Mr. Let-me-go-self-detonate." Duo said playfully. Then he turned serious. "I love you and swore I would never leave you. With mutual love and a lot of hard work, anything is possible."
"Can anyone else see you?" Heero asked.
"Not if we don't want them to. But I'm real flesh and blood to you Heero and I wouldn't have it any other way." The two pilots walked away, two soul mates that finally found each other.
Author's notes: Ha! This's what I say to all those fics where Duo dies. Oh, and the picture is my cousin�s. Cute, isn't it?
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