Disclaimer: Gundam Wing doesn't belong to me. Neither does "Close Every Door" which is from Andrew Lloyd Webber's musical Joseph And The Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat.

Author's Notes: This has been milling around in the back of my head for a while now, it's about time I got around to it....

Warnings: None!



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Close every door to me,
Hide all the world from me,
Bar all the windows and shut out the light.

Duo Maxwell sat in the cockpit of Gundam Deathscythe Hell. He was supposed to be doing some routine checks on the systems. However instead he found himself staring into nothingness wondering about his life.
Life? What life? This Gundam, this war was his life and it didn't even belong to him. But here he was, self-proclaimed Shinigami, the ever smiling Duo Maxwell.

Do what you want with me,
Hate me and laugh at me,
Darken my day time and torture my night.

His life was a never ending circle of mission after mission. Battle, death, blood and destruction. And the nightmares when he had a chance to stop and rest. Always the nightmares.

If my life were important I would ask will I live or die,
But I know the answers lie far from this world.

Funny thing was he didn't really care. Especially when it came to himself, he was fighting so others wouldn't have to. He could die at any point, but it would be worth it if he could help bring peace. That's what soliders were for.

Close every door to me,
Keep those I love from me
Children of Israel are never alone.

Smiling slightly to himself Duo leaned back into the seat of Deathscythe Hell's cockpit. There was an old saying that you may start out fighting for your country but you'd end up fighting for he person beside you in the foxhole. That was true, these days he was fighting as much for Heero, Quatre, Trowa and Wufei as anyone else. His fellow pilots were the reason he kept smiling. But even when they weren't around Duo had something that had long been his cornor stone.

For I know I shall find my own peace of mind,
For I have been promised a land of my own.

Reaching under his priest's collar Duo brought out the cross that always hung around his neck. There was comfort in that simple cross, in the promise it held.

Just give me a number instead of my name,
Forget all about me,
And let me decay.

"What do you think old friend?" Duo murmured to his Gundam. "Kinda funny isn't it? They call me pilot 02, like I don't deserve a name. They don't get it, do they?"

I do not matter,
I'm only one person,
Destroy me completely,
Then throw me away.

"We've been battered and bruised, haven't we pal? It's a wonder there is anything left of either of us. But still our enemies obsess about us, they don't even realize that I'm partically gone already. What's left for me? I'm a kid legally, but not any other way. And once this war ends, win or lose I'll have nothing left."

If my life were important I would ask will I live or die,
But I know the answers lie far from this world
Close every door to me,
Keep those I love from me
Children of Israel are never alone.

"Well, maybe not quite nothing." Duo gaze rested on the cross he held, the true reason he fought.

For we know we shall find our own peace of mind
For we have been promised, a land of our own.