A/N: This is the brand-new revision of my story, The Shinigami Redivivus, I will be redoing chapters 2 and 3 as well. :D
I am grateful to all my loyal followers who have read and enjoyed this story. Anyway, welcome to my renovated story of my first OC reincarnation story.
Most OC stories go like this: said OC is reincarnated in fictional world, everyone instantly likes them, everything goes their way.
This story is not one of those. MY stories wil not be that way.
Warning; it is a girl reborn as a boy, therefore there will be some transgender and gender questioning themes, so if you don't like it, don't read. Also, war, psychological trauma and other warnings apply. This is Gundam Wing after all, a dark world.
Prologue; After Colony 195
Earth and Space just couldn't do it. They'd tried their best to negotiate with each other. People from the Colonies were growing impatient. What they wanted...was freedom above all else. Freedom to live as they pleased, freedom to do their own things.
This did not please Earth.
So Earth and Space started a tumultous war that would claim innumerable lives. All for the name of 'peace'.
Inevitably, this led to chaos and ruin. The once great countries of the world were now Colonies. OZ was now the way of the world, alongside Romefeller.
Still, there were others who fought against OZ's inhuman ways, but they were crushed, one by one, like bugs.
However, one day, "Operation Meteor" came to pass; one day, in five different places around the world, five different shooting stars came down from the sky. What only top secret officials knew-was that they all contained five specially trained child soldiers, piloting deadly weapons known as "Gundams", trained to save the world from itself.
They were the Gundam pilots.
Their names were-01, Heero Yuy, in the Wing Gundam, and later Wing Zero.
-03, Trowa Barton in the Heavyarms Gundam.
-04, Quatre Raberba Winner, in the Sandrock Gundam.
-05, Wufei Chang, in the Nataku Gundam.
And one other-
02-Duo Maxwell, the pilot of Gundam Deathscythe-and the 'hero' of this tale. Not quite a hero.
After all, in the world of war, there are no innocents.
Mission One: Don't fear, the God of Death is here; oh, actually you should fear!
I'm not a very patient person.
I sighed as I pushed strands of my brown hair back with my fingers.
"They really are takin' a long time to come out, aren't they?" I said, idly fingering the controls of the machine that I was in.
The machine made a noise, as though it were sentient.
A faint smile crossed my face. "Yeah, that's right, buddy. We'll be fightin' soon. You know, I never thought I'd enjoy this life outside of space."
The machine suddenly roared to life as a warning flashed across its sensors. 'ENEMY DETECTED,' it read.
"Looks like the lions and tigers have come out of their cages to play. I hope they're ready to take us on," I purred, pressing a control as the machine roared to life and stealthily crept up behind the prey.
"Halt! Identify yourself!"
Bah, so boring.
I whirled around to face them, as the cloaking device did its handiwork and a tall black and white monster towered above them, optics glowing bright green like a cat's eyes at night.
Instantly, a green beam of light formed in the machine's arms; a scythe of death, that Deathscythe-my Deathscythe-held in its hands.
"Oh, boy, don't you know what you've just done? You've broken the rule here!"
"IT'S A GUNDA-"
Was all they had to say before I slashed right through their cockpits at once, causing a loud explosion.
"That's right! Ya really should've run away. I hate killing such unnecessary fodder, such a waste of time," I grumbled under my breath. Well, that's what the Shingami gets, I suppose.
Suddenly, someone new was behind me. I couldn't catch up fast enough.
"Duo!" A new voice cried out.
Suddenly, a tall black-and-white Gundam appeared to aid me.
It was Sandrock.
A cheery blond waved out the window at me.
That's Quatre Winner, you can't mistake anyone else for him. He's the most innocent guy you could ever meet. Yeah, he's a Gundam pilot.
I'm a Gundam pilot, too.
If you're reading this, ya probably know we're all evil people.
That's a half-truth, or a lie.
They want you to believe that everything OZ says and does is okay, when it isn't.
Well, let me just begin by telling you about myself.
Yes, I'm Duo Maxwell; the God of Death.
Perhaps you've heard of me.
I pilot Deathscythe, bring death to others.
Ya see, it wasn't always that way.
As I sit there and talk to my friends and annoy the hell out of Hee-chan, let me tell you a secret; they say that the God of Death cannot die; if that's the case, then I'm a case of someone who came back from the dead as someone else entirely!
A long time ago, I didn't even live in this world, in the world of Gundam Wing.
That's right, how can I, a fictional character, be aware of my own existence?
Well, it's kinda cheating, but I existed in the real world, like you, a while ago, in my past life.
I came from that world; and yes, that Earth is not ravaged by war and Gundams.
I could never live without mobile suits, to be honest. I've grown too fond of them.
But back then, I had a family and friends before they were all stolen away from me-even a pet dog-I was stolen away from them in a flash.
And the irony is that back in that life, I had been a girl!
I know what yer all sayin'-Duo Maxwell's so girly, how could he possibly have been a girl?
Well, I was.
Let me tell you how my story became the way it is today.
No one will ever read this little diary of my recollections; I'm sure; Hee-chan thinks of me as a little out there, and I know Wufei will certainly think of this as another 'Crazy Maxwell thing,' as I am well known for, and Quatre will probably just laugh.
Trowa, well, he's probably too busy, engaged in his little lover meetings with Quatre. That's right, they're an official couple.
And as for me and Hee-chan, that's a secret for another day.
I've started thinking of myself more as a male, but that still doesn't make it awkward at times.
In my past life, my name was Alison.
That's all I remember; I had a mother, a father, and a sibling.
I don't really remember much else about it because my memories of that life are rapidly fading. As they should. I do miss that old life of mine.
But I've stopped thinking about it because this life has become something amazing for me, something I'll do anything for, anything to protect. Well, my attitude wasn't always that way when it began.
So how exactly did an ordinary girl like me wind up becoming Duo Maxwell, of all people?
Well, it all began when I died.
That's right.
When I had been Alison, I had been a fan of Gundam Wing, which caused the boys at school to tease me, saying that only boys should be into it. I liked anime.
My favorite character was Heero. I had a strong attachment to Duo.
I felt like I could always sympathize with the characters in Gundam Wing and the series gave me strange emotions that no other series did. I never tried to explain this to anyone because they would have found me crazy.
I lived a fractured life because my parents split up when I was little, so it was just me, my mother and my little sister.
I do think about her, but that's all in the past.
The funny thing is that, death can come claim you at any time. It's kinda scary, the way that death came to take me. How?
Well, for starters, I had just finished school.
My mom had picked me up from school, with my little sister in the back seat, getting my seat belt on.
I was discussing my day with my mother, my sister interrupting us. She's like Mariemaia, now that I think about it, minus the destructive tendencies.
I was just a brat then.
"Alison, look at this manga picture I drew for you!" My little sister cried, holding out a badly sketched picture of Duo from Gundam Wing. "It's Duo!"
I looked at it and smiled. "Yes, I see. I like that character a lot."
My mom had worked a long time to protect us. She was very kind and caring.
Suddenly, a big black truck was headed for us. Mom screamed and tried to press on the brakes.
But all I remember is the sight of the truck, the headlights coming closer and closer to us, and then,I felt myself fall forwards and then blackness.
Then, I recall being attached to a hospital bed, having to say goodbye to my family as I died.
Damned car accident, stealing me away when I was only fifteen freaking years old.
I can recall waking up as a baby, too and being puzzled.
I could move again and see things.
My hands were tiny, I was an...infant?
A woman I'd never seen before was talking in a language I didn't know.
It didn't take me long to figure out that I was reborn and as a baby.
What place we were in, I had no idea.
It was an advanced society, too.
There were computers, and televisions.
Everything felt so off, though. I wasn't allowed to really play outside much and my new parents frequently shoved me aside in favor of doing experiments. These parents were shit at their jobs.
I really don't care much about that, though.
I found it awfully odd.
I also found out that my gender had been changed, which came as quite a shock.
Can you imagine trying to go to the bathroom like you had as a girl, and then realize it hurts? You look down and discover that suddenly, I had a new body part that hadn't been there before. When I saw that I had a penis, I bit back a scream.
It never occurred to me that when I'd be reborn, I'd be reborn as a boy.
Yes, now I was a male.
I'd never really been a tomboy or girly-girl. This whole thing was weird.
My parents always talked about things like OZ, mobile suits...
At an early age, I figured out that these parents were incompetent.
One day, however, my new parents proved just how low they were.
One day, there were some explosions and the ground started shaking.
Scared, I ran to my parents for help like the scared five year old I was, only to be pushed aside as they gathered their things and left.
They made the excuse that it was for my own good.
Obviously, they never came back. Douchebags.
Either way, it was obvious I couldn't stay there anymore, so I ran away.
I'd learned that the name of this place we were in was called L2.
There was stuff about space, it sounded familiar, I couldn't think of it. Maybe they were all Star Trek fans.
Eventually, I joined a gang of youths that stole things.
The eldest was a boy named Solo and for some reason, he insisted on calling me Duo.
It wasn't like I could tell him that my name was Alison.
Alison is no name for a guy.
It wasn't until the day that I ran into my destiny head-on that I realized just who I was.
I'd tried to pickpocket someone, that someone being a nun.
She grabbed my little hand; I tried to run away, but her grip was fierce.
"Let go of me!" I cried.
"You're a fast one," she chuckled. "Are you an orphan with no home?"
What gave you an indication of that?
"You seem like a fiery one, boy," She said, patting my head, causing me to pout.
Physically seven or not, I refused to be treated as a child.
Unfortunately, the nun didn't see it that way, as she led me into an orphanage filled with lots of wailing children. Oh boy, children.
I hated children. This was not going to end well.
Hey, at least I didn't have to get periods anymore.
But on top of that, being a boy sucked.
"This is Father Maxwell," She said before pointing to the priest. "This is Duo here, little Duo would like to join our family."
"Pleasure to meet you, Duo," He said, shaking my hand.
Wait, Father Maxwell?
Maxwell Church?
My heart started pounding faster in my chest.
"Duo, your braid is rather undone, let me fix it."
As Sister Helen fixed my hair, I stared into a mirror and my suspicions were confirmed.
My hair was now longer, uh...dirtier, and dark brown in color. My eyes were now a bluish-violet. I was...Duo Maxwell?
If that was right, then this was...Gundam Wing?
My little fist hit the mirror as I let out a single curse word.
"FUCK!"
That earned me a spanking.
Someone up there hates me.