Disclaimer: No, I don't own the Gundam Wing boys, I am not gaining any money from these fics, I merely write them for the enjoyment of myself and my friends who then bug me to post them on the internet. grr evil friends.

A/N: Right, this will be a 1x2 eventually. That means SLASH! Yes, this has been posted before, but ff.net totally screwed it up therefore I've had to post it all again, from the beginning. And I've beta-d it myself.

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Willow

After Death dies

Quatre looked up from his laptop when he heard the floorboards squeak. Hope flickered in his eyes, but it soon fizzled out. It wasn't going to be Duo. Pilot 02 wasn't going to bounce through the door and announce he was hungry. Duo was gone. Tears filled the blonde's eyes as they scanned the room, finally falling onto a picture of the five pilots together. He wiped his eyes and sniffed before returning his attention to his computer.

He opened up his unfinished mission report, and began typing when it beeped at him. He had one new e-mail message. *Who could be e-mailing me now?* He thought, frowning slightly as he opened it. *It better not be another virus from Duo* He stopped that thought when he remembered that Duo wasn't there, he wasn't going to be there. Ever again. He minimised the mission report and opened up the mail message.

Dear Quatre,

Soon, it is the anniversary of Duo's death, making it five years. I think that this year, the anniversary should be held at yours, maybe at your Summer house, since we all know that he loved it there, and that is near where he is buried. I think Heero will be less suicidal around you. Is that okay with you? If it isn't, I'm sure we can find somewhere else. I would ask you to phone me, but you've become almost as silent as Heero these past five years. Therefore I have to ask you over e-mail, I don't think we'd get much said over the phone.

Please reply soon,

Trowa.

Quatre almost smiled. It was true, he had shut himself off, talking only when he had to, and e-mailing was the only conversation he had. He re-read over the e-mail before replying. He typed quickly before clicking on send, the e-mail arriving at Trowa's within three seconds.

Quatre left his computer and ran up into his room, shutting the door quietly behind him; after all, he didn't want to disturb the neighbours.

A/N: Short, sucky ne? Well, please review, part two is already written and ready for posting!! Five reviews for a nice new chapter!!

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Willow.