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| Disclaimer: I don�t own any Gundam stuff in any way, shape or form. I also don�t own the song Machinehead, that belongs to the band BUSH. I�m not making any money off of this, it�s written for entertainment value only. Warnings: Gundam universe without EW. language Bush - Machinehead Breathe in, breathe out Breathe in, breathe out breathe in Sitting alone in cold space, Zechs looked at the system screens in frustration. �Damn you Epyon. You worthless hunk of metal! Move!� Growling, he slammed his hands against the battered manual controls once again. As the panels finally flickered to life, he sighed, adjusting the engine�s outputs to the highest they would go, trying to make his way to the nearest colony. Tied to a wheel, fingers got to feel Bleeding though it's okay to smile I spin on a whim, I slide to the right I felt you like electric light For our love, for our fear For our rise against the years and years and years If only he could find a way to hide it, he could leave the red monstrosity and go get help.. maybe find some way to get back to earth, or just someone to get a message to Wufei to let him know he was still alive.. He could hardly bear to think of the pain his lover had to be going through. Even though Wufei had left him, he knew that he still cared. They had promised each other they would keep each other in their hearts. Wufei was too honorable to let him go. He could almost feel the Chinese youth�s arms around him. Could almost taste his sweet lips. Frowning, Zechs realized that the images were too real. Looking suspiciously at the helmet he had abandoned, he saw a rainbow haze surround everything� No! Not another vision. He couldn�t stand the thought of being controlled again. But try as he might, he could feel himself slipping away. Got a machinehead Better than the rest Green to red Machinehead Got a machinehead Better than the rest Green to red And I walk from my machine I walk from my machine Relena handed him a glass of wine as he nodded graciously at their guests. Smiling, he scanned the crowd for his friends while carefully adjusting the heavy crown that rested against his forehead. Finally spotting Quatre, he casually drifted over, ignoring the way the crowd gave way before him. As people begged for his attention, offering him congratulations on his coronation, he slowly became frustrated at the way every person seemed to get between him and the people he was looking for. Finally, at his frowns, they backed away. �Quatre, Trowa, it was so good of you to come!� Smiling, he hugged them both, ignoring the look of shock on their faces. �I haven�t seen any of you in so long.. where are the others?� Quatre spoke first, casting a guarded look in Trowa�s direction. �Well, we couldn�t very well miss the coronation of the king of the world. After you brought Epyon back with you and enforced your new peace, we could hardly get a chance to come see you.� Taking a deep breath, Quatre let it out slowly, clutching his glass in whitened fingers. �Heero and Duo are around here somewhere. Probably avoiding Relena.� With a small attempt at a smile, he took a large swallow of his drink. �And where is Wufei? I hope he hasn�t been avoiding me�� Zechs asked, a worried look on his face. With the strangest look, Quatre tossed down the rest of his glass. �Sire.. I�. Wufei was buried in the royal crypt of the Sank kingdom last weekend, as per your orders.� �No!!!� Zechs shouted, falling to his knees. Clutching his head, he tried to ignore the memories that came to him. He had found Wufei where had fallen on his sword, lying in a pool of sticky blood. �This can�t be real!� Sobbing he fell to the floor, ignoring the staring crowd. �Wufei�� Breathe in, breathe out Breathe in, breathe out breathe in Screaming, Zechs tore the helmet from his head. How had it gotten back on? He knew he had removed the blasted metal when the virtual display had gone out. Staring at it suspiciously, he checked his coordinates. He hadn�t moved. Not an inch. Moving the controls into place again, he started towards the nearest colony. Deaf, dumb and dirty, starting to deserve this Leaning on my conscience wall Blood is like wine, unconscious all the time If I had it all again I'd change it all Epyon had shown him the future before. The lying hunk of metal had shown him how he must destroy as much as he could in order to bring about peace. It had seemed so reasonable at the time. The only way the populace would learn to hate war was to make them suffer through the horrors of it. The only way to force them to work together was to give them something horrible to oppose. It had seemed so real. But here he was.. alive, without completing what his vision had shown him he must do. It hurt to think about� the way they had come to peace despite his lack of actions. Maybe he shouldn�t have obeyed the Gundam. Maybe he should have fought with the other pilots to end the wars. He knew he would do anything if the could go back and make it so Wufei wouldn�t have left him that day. Got a machinehead It�s better than the rest Green to red Machinehead Got a machinehead It�s better than the rest Green to red And I walk from my machine I walk from my machine Adjusting his course slightly, he forced himself to keep his hands on the controls. Something made him want to put the helmet back on.. to see what the future would be like now. He had to resist. His life had already been completely changed. He didn�t need to find more lies to make it worse. Nodding, he concentrated on worrying about what he would do once he got to the colony. He would have to find some way to disguise himself to avoid being killed or taken prisoner. Lost in his musings, he didn�t notice as his vision clouded. Breathe in, breathe out Breathe in, breathe out breathe in breathe in breathe in Falling to the floor, Zechs curled up tightly, trying to avoid the blows that mercilessly rained down from above. Cursing weakly, he tried to take a look at his tormentor. Blue eyes stared down at him in hatred. �Heero Yuy..� He gasped, unable to comprehend. �You�ve captured me?� �Damn right you traitor. You should have been killed for what you�ve put the colonies and the earth through. Then you come crawling back alive and expect us to take you back with open arms? Hardly.� Aiming another kick at his side, he glared down at his captive. �You�re damned lucky Wufei�s last wish was that you�d be spared if you ever returned. Well enough. I respected him, and you�ll live. You�ll spend the rest of your life in this cell till you go join him.� Turning, Heero walked to the door. �I hope for his sake that it�s soon.� Got a machinehead It�s better than the rest Green to red Machinehead Got a machinehead It�s better than the rest Green to red Better than the rest Better than the rest Machineheadheadheadhead I walk from my machine.. I walk from my machine�. Tearing off the helmet again, Zechs swore as tears coursed down his face. �Damn You!� He screamed, checking the sensors again. Suprisingly, they showed he had reached the colony, landed and was well concealed. Glaring at the treacherous piece of equipment, he opened a drawer carefully, removing the black box that was inside. Stepping out into the recycled air, he stood a moment, allowing the breeze to play through his hair. Taking a knife from his belt, he carefully cut the legs off of his pants. Removing his jacket, he threw it back into the cockpit. As he pulled his hair in front of him, he almost smiled as he remembered how Wufei had loved to touch it. Bringing up the knife once again, he hacked it off short, raggedly just above his shoulders. Throwing the hair into the cockpit, he closed the door, staring silently as the red beast that had ruled his life. Smirking, he brought up the small black box. The Gundam quickly responded to the command signals he relayed through the remote. Turning, he walked away, ignoring the streak of light that had took off into space. When he had walked for awhile, he carefully flipped the box open, revealing a red switch. Throwing the switch, he smiled as he looked up at the explosion that lit the sky like a fireworks display. Now.. to find Wufei. *** |
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