Behind the Mask
Author: An3maePhreek
Rating: NC-17 eventually, but R for now.
Warnings: Duo's POV, angst. For now.
Pairings: 1X2, 3X4
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Lies. All of them. I may run and hide, but I never lie. I never said I wasn't one.
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Hi! My name is Duo Maxwell. I am a guy, and my current profession is that of a Gundam pilot. Yes, one of the Five against those who wish to conquer the known world. I am the sole survivor of the Maxwell Church Massacre.
My moods vary. as I possess a myriad of emotions. I also talk too much, and if you don't believe me, you can ask any one of my friends. I am naïve, idiotic, innocent in the ways of the world, and a loudmouthed baka. The nickname is courtesy of a certain Heero Yuy. I love the color black, and I like to call myself Shinigami, the god of death. My braid is a source of amusement for all, it makes me look girly. My sexual preference. well let's just say I prefer my own gender. We won't go into that right now. Killing is a source of pleasure for me. Life as a Gundam pilot is great, and to sum it up in one word: Heaven.
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The truth about me.
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Duo Maxwell is not my name; that is a lie, for I have no name. In fact, I'm not even male. Unknown to everyone, I am a female. My profession is not of a Gundam pilot, but a con-artist. I stole this position from the previous holder, but I won't be able to prove that, because he is now amongst the dead. I'm one of the Five, but I'm not against those who wish to conquer the known world. I was dead way before that. I am not the sole survivor of the Maxwell Church Massacre, but I am the only remaining one.
I have no emotions. I am. emptiness within a shell and a mask. I may talk, but I don't speak. I have no friends. I am cold, too knowledgeable in the ways of the world, and a silent enigma. I want to believe that Yuy gave me a nickname, but in reality, I know it is an insult. I don't care. I wear the color black, not because I favor it, but because it represents me inside, dead to the world. I don't like to call myself Shinigami, for I am not a self-proclaimed god of death. I am just stating a fact; I am death. I bring it to all who know me. To all, my braid is a symbol that no one dares acknowledge. Homosexuality is not widely accepted, or so they think. It makes me look. exactly the way I want to look. Killing is tedious, and taking of lives is not very amusing. The blood, the gore, the screams that permeate the air. so dramatic, yet it does nothing, not the way it affects the other Gundam pilots. I have no sexual preference, for I cannot feel. Not that I won't feel, but I truly cannot feel. Not one of the other Five know of my past and what I underwent. It is best to leave them in ignorance for they would never understand. A joker's mask is more easily accepted than a heartless shell, I have learned. My past life on L2 and my current one as a member of the famed Five can be summed up in one word: Hell.
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They call him the perfect soldier. I sometimes wonder how perfection can be so flawed. He is not dead, merely suppressed. Through these eyes of mine, I can tell that he feels. Dead eyes of mine, so empty, yet can so clearly see what others fail to.
He possesses an unearthly beauty, an almost ethereal look. Underneath, he is still as. clean as one can get. that makes him. beautiful. We are more alike than he thinks. However, he is cold, not dead, oh no. he isn't as far gone as I am.
No one knows what I am holding back. I don't plan on telling them anytime soon. Everybody assumes that I endanger the mission, that I am the weakest. Surprise, surprise. I am not who you think I am. I have run test after test to see how well I place amongst the Five. I am not surprised that I scored the highest. Every group has at least one fuck-up. Well, whoop de doo. I decided to become that fuck-up. Why? Because then I have a standard to keep up. Instead of the hollow person I am, I portray the exact opposite of everything I am. All of them reacted in the ways I expected them to.
All except him. He is different somehow. He stills threatens me with death, but I can sense inner turmoil within him.
He is the first I've met who embraced Death, instead of abhorring it. That alone makes him. worthy of my time. I find myself. curious of him.
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"MAXWELL!!! HOW DARE YOU PAINT NATAKU PINKKKKKK!!!!!"
"Heh. I guess he found out."
"Hn. Baka."
An angry Wufei stormed into the kitchen where he knew he would find the object of his anger. Spotting him hiding behind Yuy, he immediately stalked over to Heero.
"Yuy, move aside."
"Hn."
And with that Heero moved. What he didn't expect was that Duo would move with him.
"Heh. It's not that easy to catch me, Wu-wu."
"DO NOT CALL ME WU-WU!!!"
Wufei's face turned an ugly mottled red.
"Uh-oh."
Duo, expecting Wufei's wrath, quickly closed his eyes and meeped. When nothing came, he opened his eyes. and found Wufei. smirking.
"I challenge you Maxwell."
"Huh?"
"I bet you cannot act emotionless, never chatter, never smile, never nice. You have to remain cold. for duration of one month."
Immediately, emotions slid off his face. He asked in a monotone voice.
"What do I get if I win?"
Both Heero and Wufei's jaws dropped. He repeated.
"What do I get if I win?"
Wufei. surprised that there was even this side of Maxwell. replied:
"You get to call me any one of your *shudder shudder* nicknames..."
"Hn. Ke yi. Wo ren yi."
And with that Duo walked off, leaving a Chinese pilot and a Japanese one gawking.
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"Did you ever know that Maxwell could speak Chinese?"
"No. Did you see that face?"
"Yes. Doesn't mean I'll believe it."
All of Gundam pilots, except Duo, were gathered around the kitchen table. Quatre raising his voice said:
"Umm. Guys. I dislike delving into people's minds. but umm. it seems that Duo is. d-dead."
"WHAT!!???" Heero, Trowa, and Wufei, in unison.
"Well. my ability to read feelings has picked up nothing from him. I never bothered trying to feel Duo, because he always seemed so happy, cheerful even. But after that bet, I looked into him, and I found nothing. I have a very bad feeling about this."
With that Duo walked in.
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Hn. I couldn't resist giving them a taste of what they were missing. But at what price. I do not know. When Chang challenged me, I thought. oh great, another battle in which I would have to fake my losing. But now. finally something I can do with. pleasure.
Beware, you do not know what you got yourselves into. the joker's mask is gone, though temporarily. you will not know when he will strike. And strike I will.
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Silence filled the room, instantly. Not a sound was heard. Duo stalked over to the table, sat down, and instead of posing in one of his usual positions, he sat rigid, even more so than Heero. Everybody watched on, as Duo did not move, did not speak, did not even blink. Quatre walked over to where Duo sat, and waved his hand in front of Duo's face. Nothing. Not even a look to acknowledge Quatre. Quatre withdrew his hand and sat back down. No one spoke a word. All watched as Duo remained the way he was, and observed how still he seemed. how utterly devoid he was.
Finally, the amethyst eyes moved. Those eyes, the same that laughed, twinkled, expressed. were lifeless. If he were not sitting there, his eyes moving. they would've thought him truly, utterly dead. His face bespoke nothing. and everything. He slowly got up, his clothing not even rustling, and walked away. Despite the fact that he was walking away right before them, there were no sounds of footsteps walking away.
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A/N: So watcha think.? Well. please review. when I get ten reviews. I'll update. All of you who have read my story: The Irony of Love (which is still ongoing) will know the drill. hehehehe.
Author: An3maePhreek
Rating: NC-17 eventually, but R for now.
Warnings: Duo's POV, angst. For now.
Pairings: 1X2, 3X4
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Lies. All of them. I may run and hide, but I never lie. I never said I wasn't one.
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Hi! My name is Duo Maxwell. I am a guy, and my current profession is that of a Gundam pilot. Yes, one of the Five against those who wish to conquer the known world. I am the sole survivor of the Maxwell Church Massacre.
My moods vary. as I possess a myriad of emotions. I also talk too much, and if you don't believe me, you can ask any one of my friends. I am naïve, idiotic, innocent in the ways of the world, and a loudmouthed baka. The nickname is courtesy of a certain Heero Yuy. I love the color black, and I like to call myself Shinigami, the god of death. My braid is a source of amusement for all, it makes me look girly. My sexual preference. well let's just say I prefer my own gender. We won't go into that right now. Killing is a source of pleasure for me. Life as a Gundam pilot is great, and to sum it up in one word: Heaven.
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The truth about me.
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Duo Maxwell is not my name; that is a lie, for I have no name. In fact, I'm not even male. Unknown to everyone, I am a female. My profession is not of a Gundam pilot, but a con-artist. I stole this position from the previous holder, but I won't be able to prove that, because he is now amongst the dead. I'm one of the Five, but I'm not against those who wish to conquer the known world. I was dead way before that. I am not the sole survivor of the Maxwell Church Massacre, but I am the only remaining one.
I have no emotions. I am. emptiness within a shell and a mask. I may talk, but I don't speak. I have no friends. I am cold, too knowledgeable in the ways of the world, and a silent enigma. I want to believe that Yuy gave me a nickname, but in reality, I know it is an insult. I don't care. I wear the color black, not because I favor it, but because it represents me inside, dead to the world. I don't like to call myself Shinigami, for I am not a self-proclaimed god of death. I am just stating a fact; I am death. I bring it to all who know me. To all, my braid is a symbol that no one dares acknowledge. Homosexuality is not widely accepted, or so they think. It makes me look. exactly the way I want to look. Killing is tedious, and taking of lives is not very amusing. The blood, the gore, the screams that permeate the air. so dramatic, yet it does nothing, not the way it affects the other Gundam pilots. I have no sexual preference, for I cannot feel. Not that I won't feel, but I truly cannot feel. Not one of the other Five know of my past and what I underwent. It is best to leave them in ignorance for they would never understand. A joker's mask is more easily accepted than a heartless shell, I have learned. My past life on L2 and my current one as a member of the famed Five can be summed up in one word: Hell.
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They call him the perfect soldier. I sometimes wonder how perfection can be so flawed. He is not dead, merely suppressed. Through these eyes of mine, I can tell that he feels. Dead eyes of mine, so empty, yet can so clearly see what others fail to.
He possesses an unearthly beauty, an almost ethereal look. Underneath, he is still as. clean as one can get. that makes him. beautiful. We are more alike than he thinks. However, he is cold, not dead, oh no. he isn't as far gone as I am.
No one knows what I am holding back. I don't plan on telling them anytime soon. Everybody assumes that I endanger the mission, that I am the weakest. Surprise, surprise. I am not who you think I am. I have run test after test to see how well I place amongst the Five. I am not surprised that I scored the highest. Every group has at least one fuck-up. Well, whoop de doo. I decided to become that fuck-up. Why? Because then I have a standard to keep up. Instead of the hollow person I am, I portray the exact opposite of everything I am. All of them reacted in the ways I expected them to.
All except him. He is different somehow. He stills threatens me with death, but I can sense inner turmoil within him.
He is the first I've met who embraced Death, instead of abhorring it. That alone makes him. worthy of my time. I find myself. curious of him.
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"MAXWELL!!! HOW DARE YOU PAINT NATAKU PINKKKKKK!!!!!"
"Heh. I guess he found out."
"Hn. Baka."
An angry Wufei stormed into the kitchen where he knew he would find the object of his anger. Spotting him hiding behind Yuy, he immediately stalked over to Heero.
"Yuy, move aside."
"Hn."
And with that Heero moved. What he didn't expect was that Duo would move with him.
"Heh. It's not that easy to catch me, Wu-wu."
"DO NOT CALL ME WU-WU!!!"
Wufei's face turned an ugly mottled red.
"Uh-oh."
Duo, expecting Wufei's wrath, quickly closed his eyes and meeped. When nothing came, he opened his eyes. and found Wufei. smirking.
"I challenge you Maxwell."
"Huh?"
"I bet you cannot act emotionless, never chatter, never smile, never nice. You have to remain cold. for duration of one month."
Immediately, emotions slid off his face. He asked in a monotone voice.
"What do I get if I win?"
Both Heero and Wufei's jaws dropped. He repeated.
"What do I get if I win?"
Wufei. surprised that there was even this side of Maxwell. replied:
"You get to call me any one of your *shudder shudder* nicknames..."
"Hn. Ke yi. Wo ren yi."
And with that Duo walked off, leaving a Chinese pilot and a Japanese one gawking.
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"Did you ever know that Maxwell could speak Chinese?"
"No. Did you see that face?"
"Yes. Doesn't mean I'll believe it."
All of Gundam pilots, except Duo, were gathered around the kitchen table. Quatre raising his voice said:
"Umm. Guys. I dislike delving into people's minds. but umm. it seems that Duo is. d-dead."
"WHAT!!???" Heero, Trowa, and Wufei, in unison.
"Well. my ability to read feelings has picked up nothing from him. I never bothered trying to feel Duo, because he always seemed so happy, cheerful even. But after that bet, I looked into him, and I found nothing. I have a very bad feeling about this."
With that Duo walked in.
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Hn. I couldn't resist giving them a taste of what they were missing. But at what price. I do not know. When Chang challenged me, I thought. oh great, another battle in which I would have to fake my losing. But now. finally something I can do with. pleasure.
Beware, you do not know what you got yourselves into. the joker's mask is gone, though temporarily. you will not know when he will strike. And strike I will.
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Silence filled the room, instantly. Not a sound was heard. Duo stalked over to the table, sat down, and instead of posing in one of his usual positions, he sat rigid, even more so than Heero. Everybody watched on, as Duo did not move, did not speak, did not even blink. Quatre walked over to where Duo sat, and waved his hand in front of Duo's face. Nothing. Not even a look to acknowledge Quatre. Quatre withdrew his hand and sat back down. No one spoke a word. All watched as Duo remained the way he was, and observed how still he seemed. how utterly devoid he was.
Finally, the amethyst eyes moved. Those eyes, the same that laughed, twinkled, expressed. were lifeless. If he were not sitting there, his eyes moving. they would've thought him truly, utterly dead. His face bespoke nothing. and everything. He slowly got up, his clothing not even rustling, and walked away. Despite the fact that he was walking away right before them, there were no sounds of footsteps walking away.
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A/N: So watcha think.? Well. please review. when I get ten reviews. I'll update. All of you who have read my story: The Irony of Love (which is still ongoing) will know the drill. hehehehe.