Shinigami
Yeah, I know, corny title. Gimme a break, I was in seventh grade when I wrote this. I stumbled across it whilst sorting though my humongous stack of papers and magazines. I happen to like this fic, and I hope you do too. I'm currently working on another Gundam Wing fic, so review if you want to see it. wink wink nudge nudge
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Murderer.
Fighter.
Soldier.
Weapon.
Pilot.
Hero.
All words used to describe me.
I've had a rough life, but that doesn't make me any less human.
I feel.
I feel sadness and pain, yes. But I also feel joy.
But my joy is not in sunshine, bright days, or the laughter of children.
My happiness is in the form of a five-foot-three teen with chestnut hair in a long braid and deep violet eyes.
It dresses like a Catholic priest and acts like a street punk, but that doesn't bother me.
I love my Shinigami. He'll never know, but I love him just the same.
He's my light in darkness, my shelter in the pouring rain.
I'm his friend, his comrade, the one who will always save him, catch him when he falls.
He'll never know, though.
I've been told that I should tell him, but I don't want to lose him.
What if he doesn't feel the same?
I love him. I couldn't bear to live my life without him.
He thinks I love Relena.
Relena knows I love my Shinigami. She says I should talk to him--tell him how I feel.
I trust her. She's really a rather good friend. I'm glad she didn't hate me when I told her I didn't feel the way she felt. I need more friends like her.
I think I'll take her advice.
I'll tell him--just say it.
'Duo Maxwell, I love you.'
I'm going to tell him.
I am.
In time.
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So? How was it? I'll be posting the epilogue soon. Probably right after I post this chapter. Well, review please!