Story by SinisterMarmalade.

I own neither Sailor Moon, Gundam Wing or any other copyrights I may infringe upon.

Duo Maxwell sprinted down the corridor, shooting guards as he ran. "I must be really off today," Duo thought, "how many ways can I screw up?" As he turned a corner, his eyes perceived the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She was his own age, with long blonde hair, a slender build and blue eyes not unlike Treize's. The girl wore an Oz uniform, and was drawing a bead on him with an Oz standard issue pistol. A moment too late, Duo shook off his fascination and raised his own gun. Instead of firing, Duo felt a bullet tear through his heart, followed by two more in his left lung. "Okay," the braided pilot considered, "normal people die at this point, so the most plausible thing I can do right now is fall over and let myself appear dead."

Mina Kushrinada counted herself lucky to have survived this encounter. The dead boy at her feet had just killed twenty three other Oz personel in the course of his mission, some of them her classmates in the Academy, some of them her friends. She closed her eyes a moment, remembering her mother's motto. "Love is all," Mina whispered to herself. Although she might kill, she would never let herself be numb to it. She knew this boy, dangerous as he may be, could have family, a lover, and friends. All of whom would miss him. And just in case he didn't she would remember his face, and visit the Cherry Hill Shinto shrine later to pray for his soul. "It's too bad," she said softly to herself, "he was handsome. I wonder if he would have been my boyfriend if we met in peacetime." More Oz personel rounded the corner, including her father, Treize.

"Thank God you're all right, Mina!" Treize said as he embraced his daughter. "I thought for sure you would be dead."

Mina smiled and hugged him back. "You should have more confidence in me," she responded. "You taught me to fight, after all." After a moment, Treize released her.

"How did you survive, anyway? I'm not even sure of my own chances of success against him," the Oz leader queried.

"He hesitated for a moment, staring at me. Odd, isn't it? If he were a slave to such sentimentality, surely he shouldn't be fighting. And yet, his actions before meeting me would suggest that he is a hardened killer, and wouldn't have that problem," she mused aloud. "In any case, we can't just leave him here. Look, he's wearing a very stylized cross."

"He must be Catholic then. Very well, I'll call a priest later to read Psalms over the body. As for his hesitation, maybe he just got sloppy for a moment, or maybe you were lucky," responded Treize. Suddenly his demeanor lightened. "Tonight we're going out to dinner, anywhere you want to go. Providence has kept my daughter alive!"

From the floor, Duo listened to the entire conversation. 'So I've just been "killed" by the daughter of Treize Kushrinada, and she isn't even a very good killer! Heero's gonna be pissed.' A pair of soldiers wrapped him up in a length of white cloth and lifted him onto a stretcher. 'It's a shame, though,' he mentally mused, 'she is beautiful.'

Later that night, a delicate blue haired woman entered the morgue section of the Oz base. It always saddened her to see such senseless slaughter, especially those around her daughter's age. She had agreed to work here however, because she knew that to turn away from doing her part would also be a sin. She took a deep breath and turned on the recorder.

"Subject is a young caucasian male, estimated age between fifteen and eighteen. Weight is one hundred and thirty pounds, height is five feet and six inches. Subject has violet eyes and long chestnut hair in a waist length braid."

Dr. Mizuno paused a moment, not looking forward to this part. She was going to have to lie, and ignore the gaping chest wounds in front of her. Oz required this for some obscure reason that she didn't care about, and it was one more reason for her to hate them.

"Subject has appearantly died of some form of heart failure, the cause of which I will determine through this autopsy," she said reluctantly.

Duo couldn't believe what he was hearing. 'All right doc, you don't have a camera to record this, and no one will believe you anyway,' he thought to himself.

As Dr. Mizuno approached the body with a scalpel, the corpse jumped to his feet. "I guess they'll hand a medical diploma to anyone these days, you quack!" he shouted. The good doctor froze, so Duo continued in sarcastic tones. "Heart failure was caused in the subject by THREE BIG FREAKIN' SLUGS THROUGH THE CHEST! Doctor is obviously blind as a vole to not notice that, so the corpse would suggest she hand in her practising license to pursue finger painting!" With that, Duo grabbed a nearby lab coat and exited through a window.

Dr. Mizuno possessed a core of steel that belied her outer softness. She had seen many accident victims, alive or dead, that had turned the stomachs of men who thought of her as girlish. This once, however, she let out a horrified shriek and proceeded to black out.

Mina stepped into her room in a good mood. Sure, she had to take a life today, but her father was right about one thing, she was blessed to be alive. Besides which, she never got to spend much time with him, and he had delegated his evening routine in order to have dinner with her. She had finally had a long, meaningful conversation with him about their lives, her ambitions, his intentions with Oz, and their family connection, so it was very hard for her to feel sad. As she smoothed out her covers in preparation for sleep, she made a mental note to visit her friend Rei at the Cherry Hill Shinto shrine tommorrow to pray for the soul of the poor boy she had shot. Suddenly a scream resounded from the lower levels of the base.

"Oh God," she thought with trepidation, "not a repeat of earlier. I don't want any more violence tonight!" Picking up her gun and making sure it was loaded, she ran into the hall and towards the stairs.

By the time she arrived on the scene, other Oz soldiers were trying to calm Dr. Mizuno. Mina found this odd, as she was friends with Dr. Mizuno's daughter, Ami, and knew both women were very strong inside. Mina obtained a glass of cool water and handed it to her.

"Thank you, Mina," Dr. Mizuno said as she accepted the glass and took a sip. This did seem to calm her nerves a bit.

Mina put a hand on her shoulder. "Dr. Mizuno, what could upset you like this? Do you want to tell me what's happened?"

Dr. Mizuno took a deep breath and slowly let it out. "Very well, Mina, but you'll think I'm insane. All I have to collaborate my story is this tape recorder."

Elsewhere in the night, a very spry corpse made it's way back to base.