Relena, Queen of the World, Miss Peacecraft, the bright-eyed young teen, was sitting at her expensive desk, chewing on an unfortunate pencil.

She was thinking of what to write Heero and Duo, or, rather, Heero and Ruari. She wanted to congratulate them on their wonderful getting back together. She couldn't think of anything happier, or of any better news she'd like to hear. However, there was one problem, the cause of all the pencil-chewing.

She had absolutely NO IDEA what to write! Should she say...'Congratulations on getting your acts together, glad you finally decided to admit you two were made for each other...' or something like...'I knew you could do it! And for that matter you can do it allll night long!' She sighed.

It was such a hard decision.

Trowa walked quickly back into the den he shared with the love of his life, Quatre Winner, excited to finally be able to tell him some good news.

Heero and Duo were finally back together.

Quarte would be so happy. 

Trowa almost smiled, thinking of the joy he could bring his precious angel.

Wufei stood alone, bathed in the light of the dying sun, high up on the 43rd story of an apartment building on Earth. It didn't matter which one.

He was running, from what he didn't know. But he was running all the same.

Maybe it was from the memory...The memory of love, what it was like to be loved, to be the complete center of someone's world, to love someone to distraction...And then to kill them...

"Treize..." He whispered quietly, "Oh God, Treize, what have I done to us?"

He'd tried to heal Duo, it looked like he had succeeded. For a moment, he was bitter, he felt betrayed, Duo's Heero had come back after all, but then dismissed the honorless thought. 

Duo was happy. Heero was happy.

So why wasn't that enough?

(Iris)

I knew they were made for each other. Fate decreed it, everything fits so perfectly into place, everything except me. 

He'll have no place for me now.

And I have to go, soon, Home awaits, They call me now, ever more urgently.

I have been away too long.

The slim, seventeen year old girl smiled as she thought of the small note she had left Duo, and then calmly jumped.

Bystanders said that it was surreal... When the girl fell, many swore they could almost see enormous wings, almost like those of an angel, unfold out around her, in a rush of blinding white, before she hit the ground.

It was funny, they never found a body.

Heero watched as Duo slowly unfolded the small piece of paper.

His face paled, then slowly calmed.

"She's gone home." He said, quietly.

"Home." Heero echoed, sad to see her go.

A small, white, gleaming feather fell from the folds of the paper, and was blown out the window, into the sunset.



Dear Duo (and Heero)

I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. 

I love you and I'm going Home forever please don't miss me and always remember.

I love you.

Iris