General disclaimer:  Ok, ok, ok.  I admit it.  I don’t own Gundam Wing.  I may
 wish that I own Gundam Wing,© but I don’t, so there goes another dream down
 the proverbial drainage ditch.  With my mind firmly in the gutter as of the
 last story I wrote, oh wait.  Rambling.  Sorry.  Where was I?  Oh yeah.  Don’t
 own it.  End of story.   
	A.N.:  YAY!!  I get to do another one of these.  I don’t do summaries.
  Well, I try not to .  They are disguised cleverly in these rambling, long,
 boring author notes.  I just called myself boring.  Oh well.  The title is
 from a Savage Garden Song of the same name.  I thought that it was an appropriate title.  So here goes.  I’m winging this.  If it turns shonain ai, lemon, yaoi, or what not, it’s not my fault.  I have a cold so my mind is more spaced out then usual.  Besides, yaoi is what I do best, ne?

	Warnings: ok, this is angst.  I have to admit that I couldn’t resist.
  I still don’t know if it is shonain ai or not, so just bear with me.  It’s also a deathfic, I think.
                                 Crash and Burn
	Trowa listened as Quatre played the piano.  It was as if Quatre didn’t  even touch the keys, and the music came merely at his thought.  There was  something about the way the Quatre played the piano that mesmerized Trowa.   Obviously Duo wasn’t struck in the same way, because he walked up to the piano  and slammed the door down on Quatre’s fingers.   
	“Ow.  What was that for Duo.”  Quatre asked as he blew on his aching  fingers.    
	“I don’t want to talk about it right now.  Just leave me alone.”  He  said as he walked out of the room.   

	Heero walked into the room.  He had just come back from a mission and  he had hoped to get some sleep.  ‘Even the perfect soldier needs rest sometimes,’ he thought, as he got a glass of milk and listened as Trowa played his flute.   
	Quatre wasn’t able to play the piano anymore because somebody had smashed his fingers.  He hadn’t said who had done it, but Heero had his speculations.  It had to have been Duo.  He had been acting strangely before Heero had left, so it was a reasonable estimate that Duo was the culprit who had broken half of Quatre’s fingers.   
	Walking upstairs to the sound of Mozart in his ears, Heero paused by Duo’s room.  He had thought that he had heard a noise, somewhat like a scream, coming from Duo’s room.  It wasn’t like Duo to be loud and awake at this time of the day.  Usually, he was asleep until night fell, then he was out of the house doing whatever, until he came back at three o’clock in the morning.   Taking a chance, Heero peeked inside of Duo’s room.
		Duo was looking at himself in the mirror, which in itself wasn’t unusual; however, he was now looking at himself in the mirror with no clothes on and was fingering some scars on his chest.  The scars looked like they were from a whip or some long whip-like weapon.  It made no difference to Heero, except that it seemed like Duo was crying.  What was also really unusual was that Duo’s hair was down and that he had long black, bat-like wings coming from out of his back.  Heero watched as Duo picked up a razor and some pills and....
	Heero woke up with a start.  He was sweating all over.  Before he had gotten dreams like this and they had all come true.  He put on some shorts and rushed down the hallway to Duo’s room.  He opened up the door and saw...
	Duo was looking at himself in the mirror.  He hair was down and he was completely naked except for a pair of boxers.  He was holding a razor blade in one hand and a container of pills in the other.  One his chest there were scars that looked like they had been caused by a whip or some long whip-like weapon.  It made no difference to Heero, except that it seemed like Duo was crying as he traced the scars from his past.   
	Heero could only stand there and stare as Duo took the razor and traced it across his wrist.  Suddenly it became clear to Heero what Duo wanted.  Heero suddenly understood why Duo called himself the ‘God of Death.  Heero didn’t know what to do.  All he could do was stand there and watch as Duo toyed with the razor across his skin.  Suddenly Duo pressed the razor down into his skin, screaming...
 	...Heero woke up.  It had all been a dream. Realizing that the dreams had been too life-like, he quickly sped down the hallway towards Duo’s room.  Opening the door he saw...
	Nothing.  There was nobody in Duo’s room.  The room was as trashy as it always had been.  Heero took a deep as he headed downstairs for another glass of milk.  Trowa was still playing his flute, but now he was playing a sad, melancholy tune that was making Quatre cry.  No Quatre wasn’t crying at the song.  He was holding a note and crying as the muted television screen showed a scene from an accident.
	Heero stepped inside the room, ignoring the fact that Wu Fei was quieter than usual and his face was an ash-white sort of color.  Heero took the note from the sobbing Quatre and read it.
	“To whom it may concern, (mainly my fellow Gundam Pilots,)
	You may be wondering where I am right now and what I’m doing.  Well you don’t have to worry.  I’ll tell ya everything as soon as I clear some things up first.
 	Heero: Hey there.  In my room somewhere are some spare parts for your Gundam, I wouldn’t want you to steal from Deathscythe anymore.
	Quatre: Buddy, I’m sorry that I left my room so messy.  I was going to clean it up, but I had to leave.  Let’s just say that I owe ya.
	Trowa: Dude, take care of Quatre and Heero for me.  They won’t take this as cool as they ought ta.  Also, I left ya some vodka underneath my bed.  (There’s also some magazines down there for ya, too.)   
	Wu Fei:  Hey there Wu-man.  I know, I know.  There’s no justice or honor in what I’m about to do, but it must be done.  I’ve lived with so much pain and scars that I can’t postpone this any more.
	I’m sorry everybody.  It seemed like they were calling the Great Shinigami back.  I won’t be alone.  Solo, Sister Helen, and everybody from the Maxwell Church and my past is going to be there.  Death finally found me and I’m going to let it catch me.  Take care of Deathscythe for me and make sure that there is never a need for him.  I love ya like brothers and some even closer, but I have to do this.  
	I’ll be taking my car and driving it off of  Hangman’s Bridge.  I hope you understand.  You have to.  Do it for my sake.  Oh yeah, if they find my body, bury me up on L2.  It would be a shame for me not to be where the ghost from my past were.   
		                       Until we meet again,  
						if we ever meet again,
								Yours sincerely,
									  Duo Maxwell”					
	Heero looked back at the television.  The news crew was at Hangman’s Bridge and they had discovered a black car with a body inside of it.   
	Trowa finished playing his song as Heero broke down crying.
			
	Duo grinned sadly as he looked down at his friends.  It had been a year, but they were still grieving.  He had been selfish when he tried to kill himself, but there really hadn’t been a choice.   
	Solo called his name.  Turning around, Duo saw his friend come scampering up to him.  He stopped a little ways off and beaconed towards Duo.  Duo grinned and ran towards Solo.   
	The two little boys scampered off among the stars with their bat-like wings streaking behind them.   

	“Hey look! Trowa I found two comets!”  Quatre exclaimed.
	“Call them in.” Trowa suggested.
	“Yes you are the first to report them sir.  What would you like to them?”
	Quatre paused.  “Solo and Duo.”  he said quietly.
	“Comets Solo and Duo it is then. Congratulations.”  And the phone call was over.
	“Why did you call them that, Little One?”  Trowa asked as he put his arms around Quatre.		
	“I really don’t know why either.  Except that maybe I saw a little bit of Duo in one.”
	“Why do you say that?” Heero asked coming inside the observatory.
	“Because on has a really long tail, like Duo’s braid.”  Quatre explained, gigling slightly.
	“Then why did you call the other one Solo?”  Wu Fei asked, as he too came inside.		
	“Because one comes before two and Solo is a bit ahead of Duo.”
	“Whatever you say little one.  Whatever you say.”
		
	Owari