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Enjoy the ride. It's full of blood and guts, heh. Don't forget to review the thing either. I worked my butt off to retype this fanfic for you guys, so be happy! ( How am I gonna sit down now!)

"Damn, Heero!" Duo yelled angrily. He slammed his fist on the inside of his cockpit. "There's too many of them, there's no way out." He fixed his violet eyes intently on the suits whizzing about, and took a swing at a couple with the scythe. They all dodged and began firing missiles at him.

Heero glared at the screen. His left side was throbbing with pain. He must've cracked a rib when the Gundam was pummeled by the explosions. Somehow these mobile dolls were equipped with self-activated detonation devices set to ignite whenever they were critically damaged. Several had blown up to his right, after he'd swiped at them with his beam saber.

"Dammit, I'm hit. The left arm is out, and I'm low on fuel." Duo growled. He morosely ran a hand through his braided chestnut hair and sighed as a tiny drop of sweat ran down the side of his face. "Cowards!" he yelled at the mobile suits streaking around them at full speed. He grabbed the controls and began a ferocious game of cat and mouse. "Damn, I've got no juice left and now I'm freakin' surrounded by goddamn robots...I'll bet those OZ fools are laughing at us."

Heero opened his eyes. There's no other way...We're done for. He put on a stoic face and gripped the controls until his knuckles were white. He hoped Duo would understand him enough to comply with his words.

"Duo..."

The Deathscythe pilot paused in his corroded thoughts to listen to his lover's words.

"Listen to what I have to say."

Duo's breath caught in his chest as he thought he heard a cold chill in the Wing pilot's voice. "I'm listening."

"I'm going to self-destruct."

Duo shook his head, shocked at Heero's words. He narrowly escaped being blown up by a mobile doll while his suit hovered momentarily in space. His stunned expression twisted into a mask of fury.

"What! NO!" he shouted. "NO WAY!"

Heero snorted. "Come on, it's what I live for. It's what we all live for."

Duo shook his head furiously. "Goddamnit, Heero! We can't just give up now! There's a battle to be fought, even if we don't have any freakin' ammo!"

"No...we can't."

Duo saw more shining suits in the distance.

"Damn..." Duo took a deep breath and let it out. "I'm fighting them all, and I'd rather die trying."

Heero's face was hidden by his bangs as he bowed his head. "Duo, I've always admired your spirit and your will to fight. But no matter what, I'm sticking to my own thoughts and ideals. Try to make it out alive." Heero's tone was quiet, but Duo thought he heard a soft plea in his voice. He fought a weak grin on his face. "Heero, you're serious about this, aren't you?"

Heero said nothing. More and more suits poured around them. There was almost 200 mobile dolls hovering there in space, with their guns aimed directly at them. One false movement, and they would all fire. Right now, the people with the remote controllers would be debating whether or not to destroy them, or to capture them as prisoners of war.

"I've made my decision, Duo."

Duo paled and he knew it would be impossible to change Heero's mind in this very moment. He felt desperate, unable to do anything. He helplessly looked into Heero's icy gaze from the screen and trembled.

"Heero, don't do this...I love you too much..."

"I know..." Heero soothed in a low voice. "I know..."

"Heero, let me go with you." Duo clung to the hope that he would change his mind if he put his own life at stake.

"I'd rather you escape and live on without me, then to die and leave your life unfulfilled."

"I am fulfilled, goddamnit! It's because of you that I am fulfilled. You're my life force; if you die, I'll follow you no matter where you end up, whether it's heaven or hell." Duo was shaking with rage. Heero looked so calm and unperturbed, it drove Duo into madness.

"Stop it, Duo. Stop looking at me like that. I'll love you no matter what." Heero reached for the detonation button. "What matters now is this mission. The fate of the human race. The end of the war. The things that will happen at the push of this button. What if I lived and everything went downhill because I didn't self-destruct at a crucial time like this? That's why we are devoid of emotion during battles. I won't let mine get in the way of my mission. My decision is final."

"So be it...But I'm not leaving you to have all the fun, damn you." Duo tried to rid himself of all thought. Torn between the will to fight and the suicide of his lover was beginning to take its toll. He grabbed his detonator.

"Mission complete." Heero murmured. Duo's insides churned as the pilot began the count-down to his death. "Five...four...three...two...one..." Duo watched Heero close his

eyes and push the red button. His finger froze and he heard a horrible scream pierce through the atmosphere as the Gundam exploded.

"Nooooo!" Duo's cry of rage and despair was drowned out by the deafening explosions around him as all the mobile suits self-destructed. His insides were being ripped to shreds, he felt bones break and his guts were being hurled about inside his body, his brain was bouncing around inside his skull, he felt a tooth or two chip, and the last thing he saw were the shattered remnants of Wing Zero floating in space, reduced to nothing more than mere scraps of metal.

Everything turned to darkness and he was soon sucked into oblivion.