Disclaimer: I do not claim ownership of Gundam Wing.

Warnings: Shounen ai (1+2, 3+4), Angst

Angels cry at his name. All of the pain that has been caused, all of the hatred held within. Anger has no boundries within the icy confinements of the human soul. The anger that is felt within is inevitably expressed outwardly, through all you say and do. Anger has no boundries, even in the warmest human heart. What was once the sweet song of life, has now become the deathly cries of those who gave us life. And the angels cry at his name.

No matter how fast he walked, the Japanese boy had always managed faster. In no time, the icy presence of Heero Yuy had caught up and was now walking beside him. Maybe he did this intentionally, or maybe he hadn't meant to at all. Duo shivered and he kept his eyes straight ahead as he continued walking.

The wind was frigid, and rough against Duo's light jacket. It's arctic breath swayed nearly bare tree branches violently. Every so often a popping sound was heard from their slowly freezing trunks, and Duo would speed up his pace just a bit. Heero had no problem keeping up. If he had said anything to the American boy, Heero's pace might have been a bit slower, but Heero was Heero, and he didn't speak unless he needed too.

Duo's thoughts dulled to a mere trancelike state as he headed subconsciously toward Quatre's safe house on colony L2. He hardly noticed Heero for the piercing headache he had. He didn't even notice when they reached the safe house. Straight up to the front door he had walked, and right into it.

"Oww!" Duo rubbed his forehead, hitting the door with his head hadn't helped his headache much. He refrained from even glancing at Heero. He already knew the other boy was digusted with his clumbsiness. What did it matter to him anyway?

The door promptly opened to reveal a boy, rather short for his age, looking very eager about something. He nodded the two boys in, smiling, while his grentle blue eyes sparkled. His blond hair was neat, adding to Quatre Winner's all to familiar look. "Hey! You didn't have to knock, you could have just come in."

Duo groaned as he rubbed his head. "We didn't." He stumbled as Heero pushed him into the house. Even though it was just a small push for the Japanese pilot, it was a powerful shove for Duo and the braided boy just barely escaped loosing his balance by grabbing onto a wall.

Quatre chuckled, happily as he shut the door behind his two fellow pilots. He guided the two newcomers, easily, to the lounge of the large safe house.

The other two in the room wore no happy grins upon their pale faces. Trowa's face was simplistic and calm, while Wufei's was that of annoyance and anger. Both pilots looked up as the other three pilots entered the room. Trowa's glare at the smiling Quatre was enough to make the small arabian wilt. Wufei merely narrowed his eyes.

"Have a seat..." Quatre's voice was low, obviously conscious of Trowa's penetrating glare.

Taking a seat on the other end of the couch Wufei sat on, Duo drew his legs up to sit indian style. He was very much releived to see Heero choose a chair across the room, and just enough distance away from him to give his headache a chance to calm. The pounding was beginning to lessen little by little as he now felt his all too familiar mask slip on. He was Duo Maxwell again.

"So..." he trailed, looking around at the stony faces scattered around the lounge, "Why are here?" He had of coarse been the first to break the silence. Why? Because it was expected. His mask pushed his real thoughts deep into the later storage areas of his mind, it would let him think about those sort of things when he was alone again tonight.

Heero turned his gaze to Quatre, silently signaling the same question Duo had just asked.

Uneasiness was well seen on the blond boy's expressive face. He glanced at Trowa one last time, and visably sighed as Trowa nodded. Clearing his throat, he looked towards Heero. "Have either of you been informed of recent events on Earth?" His voice trembled slightly, "About Relena..."

An immeadiate wave of disgust seemed to wash over Heero's stony features. "..."

Quatre frowned and glanced towards Duo.

The braided pilot fiured he have to do the speaking again, he sighed inwardly. How strange that today he felt like silence. 'Why can't I be the quiet one today?' Another thought to shove into silence. "No... What about her?"

Trowa frowned from across the room. "I have just received word of Relena's current state-"

"Don't tell me I came all this way to discuss that girl." Heero shot a glare at Trowa, his words sharp. "What are we to care about her current state?" His monotonious tone was kept low as usual.

"She's dead." Wufei cut it quickly. "She was murdered... Shot through the mouth." He turned his gaze back to the floor only a moment after seeing the shock penetrate Duo's animated expression and even Heero's arctic aura.

"What!?" Duo jumped up, stumbling to the floor. He scrambled back up to his feet quickly, not having even a second thought about it. "But... But... How could this happen!?"

Quatre frowned, taking a seat a small distance away from Trowa on an opposite couch. "It's true... and she's not the only one, either..."

Duo's jaw nearly hit the floor, "What!? Not the... What do you mean not the only one!?"

Heero merely narrowed his eyes listening for more information, the boy appeared as if he had never even known the girl. His thought's were hidden by the chilling sheilds of his eyes. No one would know what the boy was really thinking...

"Only shortly after Relena's body was discovered, the bodies of several other officials under Ms. Peacecraft were found. One of them was Sally Po..." Trowa immeadiatly looked to Wufei.

Appearantly Wufei hadn't heard this part yet... "WHAT!?" He jumped up joining Duo as he stood. "You didn't notify me about this, Barton!" The Chinese boy was infuriated, clearly.

"... And Hilde." The silent pilot ignored Wufei's angry shout, and merely finished his sentence.

It started as a twitch in his right leg. Small and at the least bothersome. Though, it gave way to a violent shake, and Duo collapsed back onto the couch. He had known her so well, she had been like a sister to him. She had been one of the only ones that ever thought to look for something deeper than the mirage Duo had made of himself. Though she had never succeeded in really figuring Duo out, the braided pilot had always been greatful that she cared enough to try. 'She was the only one...'

Worse than the times he felt he was suffocating around Heero, Duo felt like all of his breath had been emptied, and there was no way to get it back. In his mind he chased the oxygen that seemed to purposely flee his empty lungs, but he failed. The lights of the room faded. All that was left... darkness.

To Be Continued...

Notes

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