Innocent
Standard disclaimers apply.
Prologue
I sit in the back of class, hunched over a notebook. To the untrained eye, it might look as if I was furiously taking notes, but in reality, I was drawing. Don't get me wrong; I'm not stupid… I just find a lot of stuff somewhat boring. I know it already; I don't see why I have to learn it again, so I don't really pay attention in class. Half the time I'm asleep, so today, the teacher should be happy that I'm at least partially conscious. If people just spoke English, I might be even more motivated to listen. You see… hey, did it just get quieter in here all of a sudden…
I look up and there is my teacher, standing directly in front of my class glaring. As if that's going to make any difference, her glare doesn't do a thing after Yuy's. I just give her my best 'baka' grin.
"Gomen, ne," I say sheepishly.
"Mr. Maxwell, how many times to I have to tell you to pay attention," she asks angrily after she lets the rest of the class out. The only reason I'm staying is because she took my notebook. I want those sketches back. Those Leos were the best I've ever done. It took a few minuets before I could apologize enough to be let out. With a deep sigh, I pull my book bag onto my shoulder and head off to my dorm.
"How was history, Maxwell?" Dean asks, teasingly.
"Just dandy," I reply. "I finally found the correct way to draw a Space Leo. Other than that, it was dull. I'd rather be in biology again."
"When are you ever going to take this seriously?"
I just shoot him a grin and continue to my dorm.
"Did you see the vidclips of the attack on Oz a few weeks ago?" Dean asks once he catches up. These people always follow all the Gundam attacks. Frankly, I'm surprised with the amount of students here who actually support us. "Those Gundams are good, but they will eventually have to lose a fight, ya' know?" More people join the conversation and I let my brain go on autopilot."
"Maxwell…. Come in Maxwell…"
"Nani?"
"Sure… English please? We're not in class any more, man."
"Gom… Sorry," I grin. "So…" I say trying to change the subject. "Whadda ya wanna do? I think there's a game later. We could go to that to kill some time…"
We killed a few hours hanging out around campus before going to the game. During the first quarter, I heard a noise from my bag, and quickly take my laptop out to see whats going on. It only takes one quick glance at the screen for me to grab my stuff and run out of the room with a 'Shit, I gotta go'.
I reach my room and find Yuy waiting for me in his traditional spandex and green tank top. An almost unholy grin forms on my face and I change out of my school uniform into my regular outfit. I grab my bag, throw a few personal items in it, and head to the window. I make sure my gun is fully loaded before climbing out the window and down to our transport.
It doesn't take us long to realize that our intel was off. We have only been there a few minuets and we are already on the defensive. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Wing take a critical hit. Backup still hasn't arrived. I open a link, "We can't hold them off for much longer, we have to retreat. I'll cover you, Shinigami is the least damaged."
I don't wait for a response, and attack the nearest Mobile Suit.
"Shinigami lives!" I yell as I try to get out.
"02, Get out of there!" I hear Yuy shout as he finally gets into the air. There isn't a way out for me yet, I can't leave.
"02! Now!" I understand. There is no way we'll both make it out. Backup still isn't here.
I know OZ is recording the battle. Everyone in the Earth Sphere is watching. I quickly open up a broadcast link. They will see everything.
"What the hell are you doing? Get our of there!" Backup is in communication range.
"People of the Earth and Colonies," I'm not going to defend myself. "I'm Gundam Pilot 02, Duo."
This is Shinigami's last fight.
"This is the extent we will go to…"
"Duo! Stop!"
Good bye.
"… to ensure peace."
I'm so sorry.
I smirk and say to my self, "So, this will end everything, will it?"
I push the button and my life flashes before my eyes.