If you'd really like to know, I don't own Gundam Wing. If I did own any of the charachters it's not like I'd be sharing. I'm not that generous, so it doesn't matter if you know, now does it?

A car acident. A fucking car accident. It wasn't accidental, either. It had been staged and I know it, but I can't prove it. Whether it was OZ with a creative new way to get rid of us pesky terrorists of just some criminal doing his normal rutine to get fifly grand form insurance fraud, it was staged. Oh sure, he was at fault too, but he had never worn his seat belt. Why start now? He was reckless. It was his nature. And now he was dead. His reckless nature had gotten him killed. So I'm not entielry upset at the basterds who staged the whole thing. I'm mad at him too. He went and got himself killed and killed a little of me. "Wufei," Quatre inturupted his musings. "You need to eat." Quatre sighed. "I know you miss him. We all do, but he wouldn't have wanted this. You wont talk. You won't eat. You won't sleep." Wufei stood up. True. Food, talking, and sleep were three of Duo's favorite things.

Yeah here is my newest fic. I haven't posted in like 4 months, but I'm still depressed. If you like depressed, read my other fic 'I always have'. Pleas review. Thanks