Near You Always......

By: Bradhadair

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. So don't sue!! >.<

Warning: yaoi, shounen-ai, 1+2, angst (don't ya hate me?)

The battle had been a bloody one, and all of the Gundams had been damaged. But none so much as Deathscythe Hell.

Heero ran across the battle field, desperate to reach Duo; he sensed something very wrong, and he hoped it wasn't what he thought it was.

He ran faster, faster. His legs were blurs as they pounded against the ground. Quatre, Trowa, and Wufei watched him run past them, tears slowly falling from their eyes. They knew what Heero would find, they sensed it deep within their souls. And they knew what he would do once he found out.....

Finally, finally, Heero reached the Gundam Duo had affectionately nicknamed 'Shinigami'. He clambered up the leg, ignoring the many new cuts the peeled back metal caused him. One metal plate bit deeply into his leg. Heero bit back a yell, blood pouring from the new wound. But he continued on.

Almost there......please, just a little further, Heero thought frantically as his bad leg collapsed under him. Hissing in pain, he continued his climb, ignoring his throbbing wounds, and the sharp pain that his leg was emitting.

Finally, after many minutes of climbing and many hissed oaths, he reached the cockpit. Using his bare hands, he ripped the metal away. The metal caused many more cuts in Heero's hands, but he ignored them, even though they stung and dripped blood. He clambered into the cockpit.

Duo lay in the pilot's seat, pale and not moving. Heero's eyes widened and he crawled deeper into the dark recesses of Deathscythe Hell.

"Duo," Heero whispered, gently reaching out a trembling hand and touching the braided pilot's shoulder. Duo did not move, his violet eyes did not flutter open and he did not greet Heero with his usual happy-go-lucky grin.

Heero trembled, but he still moved closer. "C'mon, Duo....wake up....wake up, please!!"

Still, Duo didn't move. Heero gently pressed his fingers against Duo's throat, hoping against hope. There was no pulse, no gentle testimony that Duo was still alive. Slowly, one by one, the tears began to fall.

"Duo...." Heero sobbed. He reached forward and hugged the still boy to him tightly. The sobs echoed throughout his body, shaking him with their force. He cried for Duo, for his death, for the future they would never have.

Slowly, the tears subsided, and Heero knew what he had to do. He gently laid Duo back down in the pilot's seat, kissing his forehead gently.

Then, he reached for the control that had a little red button on the top of it. Heero pressed it, his eyes dead.

Quatre pressed his face into Trowa's shirt, looking away as Deathscythe Hell self-destructed. Trowa buried his face in Quatre's soft pale hair, grief causing tears to well up in his gem-bright green eyes. And Wufei stared at the great Gundam, his grief too powerful for tears.

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I'll be near you always.......

Always.....