Disclmaier: I don't own them, ok? if i did I wouldn't be writing fan fic, now would i?
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You know, I can still remember everything that happened the day of the Maxwell church massacre. I can still remember the first time I met Heero, or any of the guys. And even now, I'm almost 35, and I can remember the worst day of my life. Heero and I were out in the hanger, working on our gundams, when Quatre called us in for lunch. He always was sweet, looking out for us. Wars do strange things to people, and i guess I'm living proof of it. I don't know anyone else who got through the war with the colonies, and the Eve wars, and kept smiling. But you know, it's not a real smile. Its like Trowa's mask was, just a covering for the truth underneath.
When i was younger, I told everyone, "I run, I hilde, but I never lie." well, it was true, mainly, I didn't lie to anyone but myself. I told myself day after day that things can't get worse, and just to be glad for what I have. Well, in that sence I was wrong, because things soon got much worse. It's hard to even think about it now, but I know I have to et it down on paper before I die. Yeah, that's right, you heard. Me, the great Shinigami, is dying. You wonder what it is? Cancer, plain and simple, I'm wasting away, but I don't care anymore.
Nearing the end of the Eve wars, there was one huge fight, and we, the gundam pilots, were severly outnumbered. We prevailed though, but not at a cost. Heero self-detonated to finish the battle, it was the only way. I can still remember every detail of his mech detonating, sparks flew everywhere. And i can still remember the sound of Quate's voice screaming on the comm system, andthe blood rushing in my ears. I felt like throwing up, I was only 15 at the time, and he was my best friend, although neither of us would admit it.
Everything just kind of went downhill from there. Trowa went back to the circus, he always did love being around the animals, and it's where he belonged. After a time he was doing more acrobatics, and I remember when Quatre and i went to see him. Quatre's eyes were so proud. Right in the middle of the act, he slipped. The net haden't been tied right under him, and.... well, he died on impact, broke his fucking neck. Quatre looked shellshocked, and I'm sure I didn't look much better. Neither of us could believe that he could make a mistake, it was...unthinkable.
So that's where it is then, two of my best friends dead. I would visit their graves as often as I could, but soon it got harder as my buisness grew bigger. Eventually it got to the point where it was hard for my to go once every 6 or 8 months. I haven't been to see any of their graves for almost three years now. Quatre was at a meeting for his company. The little one had grown up a lot in taking care of the family fortune. And he worked hard for every cent he had, but somebody obviously didn't think that. Just before he got into the car, an unknown man shot him in the back of the head. The police never found out who.
I used to go visit WuFei every so often, but not anymore. After so many years we've just drifted apart. He runs a small Dojo on earth, and from last report, he's doing very well. I never thought that he would be the last to die, and I never thought that I would be leaving this Earth of something as mundane as cancer. But I'm not a psychic by any means, so I never knew for sure. If someone had told me when i was 15, that this is how it would turn out, i would have laughed at them.
Time of death- midnight
Duo Maxwell
May your smile live of forever
You will be missed
it read on the tombstone.
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so whattyathink? this is my first fic on here. but I looove feedback!
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You know, I can still remember everything that happened the day of the Maxwell church massacre. I can still remember the first time I met Heero, or any of the guys. And even now, I'm almost 35, and I can remember the worst day of my life. Heero and I were out in the hanger, working on our gundams, when Quatre called us in for lunch. He always was sweet, looking out for us. Wars do strange things to people, and i guess I'm living proof of it. I don't know anyone else who got through the war with the colonies, and the Eve wars, and kept smiling. But you know, it's not a real smile. Its like Trowa's mask was, just a covering for the truth underneath.
When i was younger, I told everyone, "I run, I hilde, but I never lie." well, it was true, mainly, I didn't lie to anyone but myself. I told myself day after day that things can't get worse, and just to be glad for what I have. Well, in that sence I was wrong, because things soon got much worse. It's hard to even think about it now, but I know I have to et it down on paper before I die. Yeah, that's right, you heard. Me, the great Shinigami, is dying. You wonder what it is? Cancer, plain and simple, I'm wasting away, but I don't care anymore.
Nearing the end of the Eve wars, there was one huge fight, and we, the gundam pilots, were severly outnumbered. We prevailed though, but not at a cost. Heero self-detonated to finish the battle, it was the only way. I can still remember every detail of his mech detonating, sparks flew everywhere. And i can still remember the sound of Quate's voice screaming on the comm system, andthe blood rushing in my ears. I felt like throwing up, I was only 15 at the time, and he was my best friend, although neither of us would admit it.
Everything just kind of went downhill from there. Trowa went back to the circus, he always did love being around the animals, and it's where he belonged. After a time he was doing more acrobatics, and I remember when Quatre and i went to see him. Quatre's eyes were so proud. Right in the middle of the act, he slipped. The net haden't been tied right under him, and.... well, he died on impact, broke his fucking neck. Quatre looked shellshocked, and I'm sure I didn't look much better. Neither of us could believe that he could make a mistake, it was...unthinkable.
So that's where it is then, two of my best friends dead. I would visit their graves as often as I could, but soon it got harder as my buisness grew bigger. Eventually it got to the point where it was hard for my to go once every 6 or 8 months. I haven't been to see any of their graves for almost three years now. Quatre was at a meeting for his company. The little one had grown up a lot in taking care of the family fortune. And he worked hard for every cent he had, but somebody obviously didn't think that. Just before he got into the car, an unknown man shot him in the back of the head. The police never found out who.
I used to go visit WuFei every so often, but not anymore. After so many years we've just drifted apart. He runs a small Dojo on earth, and from last report, he's doing very well. I never thought that he would be the last to die, and I never thought that I would be leaving this Earth of something as mundane as cancer. But I'm not a psychic by any means, so I never knew for sure. If someone had told me when i was 15, that this is how it would turn out, i would have laughed at them.
Time of death- midnight
Duo Maxwell
May your smile live of forever
You will be missed
it read on the tombstone.
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so whattyathink? this is my first fic on here. but I looove feedback!