| Untitled Part 1 By Keiko |
| The little Death surveyed the scene before him. Corpses lay unburied and forgotten over the streets of the colony. The people of L2 were dying by the hundreds from an epidemic. His hand tightened around his scythe. The death of these people should mean nothing to him, nothing at all, yet he still felt a great sadness. When I'm through here, he thought soberly, I'm going to go home and take a long, long nap. I've worked way too hard these past months. Hours later, when the last soul had been released from the rotting bodies and sent on its way, the little Death sighed and disappeared into a dark alley. Moments later, a small boy with a long chestnut braid dashed out of the same alley and headed home for a church nearby. ~~~~~~ "Mission accomplished." Heero's monotone voice sounded over the communications link. The last of the OZ mobile dolls were quickly dispatched without much trouble. Each of the pilots manuevered his gundam into his transport truck, and the five drove along home. "Man, why did we have to cover for Heero? I wanted to infiltrate the base with him." Duo complained loudly to the others over the com-link. "I'm better at stealth operations after all! Heero, you get all the fun!" Heero remained stoically silent, refusing to be drawn into an argument with the infamous chatterbox. Quatre, always the peacemaker, replied soothingly, "Now, now, Duo, You know Heero is the best at sabotage out of all five of us. It's only natural that he goes. Besides, Doctor J specified that Heero should be the one to do the job." Wufei snorted, "Hmph. At least everything went as planned. You should be thankful for that,Maxwell." "Yeah, I guess." Duo reluctantly admitted. ~~~~~~ Back at the hideout, which was one of the Winner family estates, Quatre assessed the damages done to their gundams and damages done to OZ. "We took light casualties to our gundams. We can ask Howard to come and make repairs. The enemy was completely destroyed." Quatre reported to Duo and Trowa. Heero and Wufei had both disappeared upon arrival, each off doing whatever they did when they were alone. "Well, I'm glad to hear that. Now I won't have to worry about Deathscythe so much." Duo replied. He turned to the door. "I've got some business to take care of, and I might be late for dinner, so don't wait around for me." He waved cheerfully as he went out the door. As the it closed behind him, he could hear Quatre remarking sadly to Trowa, "There were ground troops MS piloted by people today as well as mobile dolls..." Outside, Duo took a deep breath and leaned against the wall. So, he thought, there were humans piloting suits today, huh? Well, I guess it's time to do the battlefield. He walked toward the hangar. Once in the hangar, he sauntered past this gundam, looking up at it as he passed. "Well, I won't need you for this mission." He jumped into a handy jeep and started the engine. "Where do you think you're going with that?" a familiar voice spoke up from the shadows of the hangar. Heero stepped out from behind Wing Zero. Duo jumped in surprise. He hadn't detected the Wing pilot's presence. "Ah...I just have some personal business." Heero stared impassively at him, "You muttered something about a mission." Oh damn, he heard me. Duo silently cursed. "Oh...well, I just have to go buy a few hair ties and gel and stuff." Duo lied, crossing his finger behind his back. "There's hair spray in the bathrooms and rubber bands lying around all over the place. Why don't you use those?" Damn again. Does Heero scout out everything everytime we get to a new hideout? "Uh...well, you see...this type of hair spray is a special brand. I only use that kind. As for the hair ties, rubber bands musses up my hair." Well, half of it was true,anyway. Heero narrowed his eyes. Duo held his breath. Finally, Heero shrugged and turned to walk away. "Alright, just don't draw attention to yourself and don't get traced back to here. Otherwise we'll all be dead." Duo sighed with relief, "Hai, hai, Heero." Whew, that was close. I've got to be more careful with what I say when I talk to myself. Duo thought as he sped down a deserted highway. No, scratch that, I just won't talk to myself anymore... I'll make it to the battlefield around four in the afternoon. There's a chance I can make it back in time for dinner. An hour later, Duo arrived at the battlefield. It was littered with MS debris, and in many spots the metal wreckages still smoked. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply. Opening his eyes again, he held up his hand, which had become transparent, like the rest of his body, and a ghostly scythe flared into existence within his grasp. Holding the scythe, Duo began to walk through the battlefield. Every time he came across a dead body, he reached down, drew the trapped soul out, and cradled it in his hands until it stopped quivering with fright. One by one he released them, and watched as they floated up into the air and out of sight. When the last soul was gone, flitted away in the darkening sky, he sat down with a deep sigh and let the scythe fade from his hands. Solidifying, he laid back to view the sky, and maybe to take a minute to just close his eyes and... When he woke up, it was full dark, and he had a hard time finding his way back to the jeep. He was almost tempted to transform back into Death so the light of his scythe could guide him. I almost wonder how the others would react if they knew the truth about me. Duo mused as he drove back to his temporary home. ~~~~~~ By the time he got back, it was too late to hope that he could still join the others for dinner. So instead, he headed for the kitchen to make a sandwich for himself. He rummaged around in the huge fridge and came up triumphant with a hunk of ham. Sticking his head once again into the fridge to look for more edibles, he didn't notice Quatre come into the kitchen. Quatre stopped short at the sight of Duo trying to fit himself into the fridge. "Hello, Duo, I didn't know you were back. Um...Duo?" Quatre sweatdropped. Duo was wholly engrossed in searching the fridge from top to bottom and hadn't heard a single thing Quatre had said. "Duo?" Quatre tapped Duo lightly on the shoulder. Duo, with his head inside the fridge, jumped up so fast his head slammed against the ceiling of the fridge. "Itai!" Duo yelped. "Gomen nasai, Duo, gomen nasai!" Quatre quickly apologized and immediately began to bow repeatedly. Carefully withdrawing his head from the fridge, Duo said with relief, "Oh it's just you, Quatre. I didn't hear you. You scared me." "Sorry, Duo, so sorry. I didn't mean to. I'm so sorry." Quatre repeated. "I came in here to put away leftovers, and I didn't know you were back and when I said hi you didn't hear me..." Duo rubbed his head ruefully, "Er... yeah, I had something on my mind. I was just going to make a sandwich." Quatre hovered anxiously, unsure. "Do you need any help?" Duo grinned and began to slice the vegetables he had found in the refrigerator, "No thanks, I can handle a sandwich." |
| Disclaimers:Gundam Wing doesn't belong to me. It belongs to Sunrise Asahi or someone. Don't sue. |
| Keiko's rants: Is it good so far? Is it good so far? Ok, I know it sux so far, but the first 1 or 2 chapters of my fics always sux like hell... Back On to part 2 Main K & K |