Disclaimer: Ok, Ok... I think we all know the drill. I do NOT (sadly) own gundam wing. He he he... and I have no clue who does. O-yea, I wanna say this... This is my first fan fic 'EVER'. And please don't hurt me. I am making this into chapters. So no this is not a one shot. I hope you like it!!! Please tell me what you think. And if it sucks, well... umm,,,, will see...
Note= should read if smart!!!
Endless Waltz has and does not happen!!! I have no clue what I am going to do about love lives. I might write some Yaoi in it if that is A. O. K... I like the 3+4 thing and some of the 1+2 thing. But who knows. And H+2 fans sorry but I rrrrrreeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaalllllllllllyyyyyyyy don't like Hilde. She kinda freaks me out with her Hildeness. Ps: R+1 ditto. The Relena and come and kill me thing makes me wanna pee with laughter. The first time when I heard her say that, I almost shit my pants from laughing so hard. But sorry if you like the 2 happy couples. I cant change the way I feel. And this is my world to control in my little cool story thing. He he he... And no,,, I am not writing a lemon. NO WAY!!! Well, maybe if you want one that says (o-yea and they did the birds and the bee thing, plus I THINK they had fun, but I am not sure. Let me ask). But I think those are all the notes you need so far. And I do swear in this. Damn my mouth.
* Based on Duos point of view. This is his world. I would like it no other way.
No matter where I am!
By;Katt
Chap,1
So many nice memories. Maxwell church with Sister Helen and Father Maxwell. My always remembered friend, Solo. And even being with my comrades, sweet memories where made. But also the fair share of pain has been indented in my memories archive. Lets see, we have Maxwell church with Sister Helen and Father Maxwell. Solo... And of course bad memories where made with my comrades it comes with the job. But the pain is deserved, no denying that one. I have killed so many. So many lost souls lies in these hands, so many. Sadly, I lost track along time ago. Hell, I think we all did. Well maybe except Quatre, but we never talked about it.
I wish I could have changed the way I lived. So badly, I wish I could have been another face in the crowed. Not one that participated in that nasty war. But I am sure if I was a regular lad, I would say I wish I lived a life on the edge. But now it does not matter. My choices have been made. And my life had been planed out and lived.
I wonder if they know. I wonder if they know I cared. And I always will, no matter where I am. I know that we where all comrades, but I think it had also blossomed into something more....'Friendship'. My caring will always be with them, they where the only people I had. And I am damn well going to keep there memory even if the devil does not allow it. The memory will stay no matter what.
I wonder if I have ever been loved. Probably not. I have always been the joker. The joker is never loved, only there to be laughed at. I wish I had more time to experience life, love, family, friends. But that can never be. Everyone thought me and Hilde would be, yea right. Me and Hilde may have been friends and may have lived together, but trust me, NOT MY TYPE. She was nice, but I don't think so. She was kind of like a leech. And anyways she loves whatever that computer freaks name is, umm... I think Matt or something. OK, now tell me, what the hell am I wasting the last few moments of my time on Hilde for?----Time to move on.
Heero, the one and only perfect solider. I think I cared for him the most. But there has always been more. Maybe he is my best friend. I guess I will never know.
Aww, I can feel it. The blackness calling me. I feel so cheap. I have been a ex-Gundam Pilot for almost 2 years, and I die by a shaky hand bimbo. The man must of been new at this. He did not know what he was doing. I must be his first. Even though he seemed like 10 years older then me. But I wish he understands the pain that comes after taking a life. So much to bear. And he is still young. We all are.
I can feel something warm beside me. It feels good, but I bet you it is one of the workers trying to pick my pocket. Ha ha buddy, I got nothing in there. 'Eww', what just went into my mouth. It is kind of salty, almost taste the same as my tears of pain. But just a tad bit different. A tad bit saltier then my own. Could it be, someone is truly crying for me? Na, probably the owner of this place is crying because of the stain that will be left on the carpet. Well, not my problem.
I can feel the heat. It is getting so close. I feel like I am surrounded by it. Maybe someone is crying for me. But it doesn't matter. If no one is, I can still just imagine it. Right? I can still feel the pain near my right side. I can still feel the slick led go straight throw me. I can feel the warm and cooling blood around me. So this is what it feels like. This is the pain I put my poor lost souls through. I am so sorry. But I am sure I will meet them soon. In the Hell that is planned for me, I know I will see all of there pained faces.
I wonder what the devil will look like. Will he be tall, short, fat, or thin? Who knows, maybe I have been right and he looks like me. But no, that would be my taker, not the devil. The God of death. That would be the one that looks like me. For I was and maybe still am, Shinigami.
I can feel the emptiness coming for me now. Damn, I wish I could see if someone was truly standing over me. I lost focus, well who knows how long ago. But that heat, it still remains. And that taste of 'I think tears' in my mouth, is still there too. And that warm moisture still coming from my own eyes, running down my face is still not stopping,
{damn myself sometimes}. I feel like I am flying now. With just some pressure on my back to make sure I never fall. So this is it, then. Good bye, sad world. Good bye to this 'SICK' sad world (gotta correct myself). Good Bye!!! And remember my friends, I will always care, wait I mean 'love' you no matter where I am.
Then there was blackness.
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Note= should read if smart!!!
Endless Waltz has and does not happen!!! I have no clue what I am going to do about love lives. I might write some Yaoi in it if that is A. O. K... I like the 3+4 thing and some of the 1+2 thing. But who knows. And H+2 fans sorry but I rrrrrreeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaalllllllllllyyyyyyyy don't like Hilde. She kinda freaks me out with her Hildeness. Ps: R+1 ditto. The Relena and come and kill me thing makes me wanna pee with laughter. The first time when I heard her say that, I almost shit my pants from laughing so hard. But sorry if you like the 2 happy couples. I cant change the way I feel. And this is my world to control in my little cool story thing. He he he... And no,,, I am not writing a lemon. NO WAY!!! Well, maybe if you want one that says (o-yea and they did the birds and the bee thing, plus I THINK they had fun, but I am not sure. Let me ask). But I think those are all the notes you need so far. And I do swear in this. Damn my mouth.
* Based on Duos point of view. This is his world. I would like it no other way.
No matter where I am!
By;Katt
Chap,1
So many nice memories. Maxwell church with Sister Helen and Father Maxwell. My always remembered friend, Solo. And even being with my comrades, sweet memories where made. But also the fair share of pain has been indented in my memories archive. Lets see, we have Maxwell church with Sister Helen and Father Maxwell. Solo... And of course bad memories where made with my comrades it comes with the job. But the pain is deserved, no denying that one. I have killed so many. So many lost souls lies in these hands, so many. Sadly, I lost track along time ago. Hell, I think we all did. Well maybe except Quatre, but we never talked about it.
I wish I could have changed the way I lived. So badly, I wish I could have been another face in the crowed. Not one that participated in that nasty war. But I am sure if I was a regular lad, I would say I wish I lived a life on the edge. But now it does not matter. My choices have been made. And my life had been planed out and lived.
I wonder if they know. I wonder if they know I cared. And I always will, no matter where I am. I know that we where all comrades, but I think it had also blossomed into something more....'Friendship'. My caring will always be with them, they where the only people I had. And I am damn well going to keep there memory even if the devil does not allow it. The memory will stay no matter what.
I wonder if I have ever been loved. Probably not. I have always been the joker. The joker is never loved, only there to be laughed at. I wish I had more time to experience life, love, family, friends. But that can never be. Everyone thought me and Hilde would be, yea right. Me and Hilde may have been friends and may have lived together, but trust me, NOT MY TYPE. She was nice, but I don't think so. She was kind of like a leech. And anyways she loves whatever that computer freaks name is, umm... I think Matt or something. OK, now tell me, what the hell am I wasting the last few moments of my time on Hilde for?----Time to move on.
Heero, the one and only perfect solider. I think I cared for him the most. But there has always been more. Maybe he is my best friend. I guess I will never know.
Aww, I can feel it. The blackness calling me. I feel so cheap. I have been a ex-Gundam Pilot for almost 2 years, and I die by a shaky hand bimbo. The man must of been new at this. He did not know what he was doing. I must be his first. Even though he seemed like 10 years older then me. But I wish he understands the pain that comes after taking a life. So much to bear. And he is still young. We all are.
I can feel something warm beside me. It feels good, but I bet you it is one of the workers trying to pick my pocket. Ha ha buddy, I got nothing in there. 'Eww', what just went into my mouth. It is kind of salty, almost taste the same as my tears of pain. But just a tad bit different. A tad bit saltier then my own. Could it be, someone is truly crying for me? Na, probably the owner of this place is crying because of the stain that will be left on the carpet. Well, not my problem.
I can feel the heat. It is getting so close. I feel like I am surrounded by it. Maybe someone is crying for me. But it doesn't matter. If no one is, I can still just imagine it. Right? I can still feel the pain near my right side. I can still feel the slick led go straight throw me. I can feel the warm and cooling blood around me. So this is what it feels like. This is the pain I put my poor lost souls through. I am so sorry. But I am sure I will meet them soon. In the Hell that is planned for me, I know I will see all of there pained faces.
I wonder what the devil will look like. Will he be tall, short, fat, or thin? Who knows, maybe I have been right and he looks like me. But no, that would be my taker, not the devil. The God of death. That would be the one that looks like me. For I was and maybe still am, Shinigami.
I can feel the emptiness coming for me now. Damn, I wish I could see if someone was truly standing over me. I lost focus, well who knows how long ago. But that heat, it still remains. And that taste of 'I think tears' in my mouth, is still there too. And that warm moisture still coming from my own eyes, running down my face is still not stopping,
{damn myself sometimes}. I feel like I am flying now. With just some pressure on my back to make sure I never fall. So this is it, then. Good bye, sad world. Good bye to this 'SICK' sad world (gotta correct myself). Good Bye!!! And remember my friends, I will always care, wait I mean 'love' you no matter where I am.
Then there was blackness.
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