"The last breath of the death"
by Ta-kun
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This is a GW fic, no romance, no yaoi or yuri, but yes a good lecture, all the characters are trademark of their own creators, so, remember that I'm not the creatot please!!!!. all right, now that the trademark crap is ready go to the fic!
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Chapter 0 "death's doubts"
Ahm... two years... yup two lonely but quiet years, since the war finished my duty as the shinigami has reduced at look over the other's heads... Quatre is just the same, but now he is working with Wufei and Trowa in the rebuilding of L5 colony... no zechs or anybody in ol' OZ touch info, they are all lost, exept for Noin... the civilian clothes still looks weird on her, but no one cares...
About Relena?, hate to admit it, but she is all right... kinda of strange, huh?... now I'm in L1 looking for work, maibe I'm the death... but I still need food guys!
"hey, do you know where to find a good and cheap place to pass the night?" I ask to the cute lady on the desk of that is "using me" as a administrative junior (not the best job of the world), and the nice girl answers me "Four blocks from here is a very good hotel where some foreigners employees use to live", "Thanks" is my fast answer, and taking my bag I run fastest as I can and the four blocks make three then two... and in a couple of minutes the doors of a very old and big building apears in front of me, I enter and I surprise myself of seeing Heero assisting in the entrance "Heero??" is the only words that go out form my mouth "doh'... good answer einstein!!!" my mind shouts a loud answer in my insides...
"Duo... welcome to 4th street's inn, want a room?", Heero as always cold, I tell him my story and he agrees in giving me a little room for a nice price. "Is not a favor, It's just because the company that hired you has a lot of people living here", he guides me to the higest room in the building, a very small place, but enough for me, Heero gives me his key and before leave says "No one knows that I'm here, don't shout it as newspaper info, will you?", "All right Heero, but don't be that rude, has been lots of yaers since we has seen each others faces", "I prefer it like it is now" and he closes the wooden door strongly.
"Heero, a guy that will never change" a very good comment, but nothing to worry about, the bed is confortable, and the light from the window is very warm... "Have I changed?, Heero hasn't, and probably he will not, but I'm not Heero, or Trowa, neither Quatre or Wufei, they have something to do with their lives... but... I don't.. the death is not necessary... again...why should I keep fooling around if I am not necessary?... a very weird question, but very deep... I'll find out, there is no war, so I'll have plenty of time to find out some stuff about myself...
The morning shines and I get up very early in the morning, but quite later that in war time, I go to the first floor and Heero is checking some papers from the Inn, "What have you done all this time Heero?" I ask without wait an answer, "probably he won't say me anything" I think. "I've lived peacefully and I've also left my penuries", all of this without keep looking the papers, very surpriced I look at him and my mind tricks me again with a inner comment "He HAS changed, the stone CAN be melted...", "Hallelujah for that" I say, "Sorry Maxwell?, did you said something?" Heero sounded almost interested. "Nope, nothing at all my friend, nothing at all!" I shout while I go to work.
During the day my mind was focused on Heero's attitude... no way tha he could be diferent, but... time has passed and he is not the perfect soldier now... "but he is the perfect worker now.. jajajaja!" I shout very loud in the office, every one looks at me and I leave runing from there... even Heero can change...why I cannot?... because I'm the death... that's why. But now there's no need for the death, maybe I can leave being the shinigami and try to change my life?... I dont think so, it's not that the death is not necesary, is that I need the death to keep myself alive, it's part of me, a very big part of me...
The dark sky of the space looks cold and lonely... the colony it's full of people, but now I'll forget them and I'll go home... maybe a good rest will let me think an answer for all of this...
end of chapter 0. Look for the next one. Chpater 1 "Psychological soldier"
by Ta-kun
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This is a GW fic, no romance, no yaoi or yuri, but yes a good lecture, all the characters are trademark of their own creators, so, remember that I'm not the creatot please!!!!. all right, now that the trademark crap is ready go to the fic!
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Chapter 0 "death's doubts"
Ahm... two years... yup two lonely but quiet years, since the war finished my duty as the shinigami has reduced at look over the other's heads... Quatre is just the same, but now he is working with Wufei and Trowa in the rebuilding of L5 colony... no zechs or anybody in ol' OZ touch info, they are all lost, exept for Noin... the civilian clothes still looks weird on her, but no one cares...
About Relena?, hate to admit it, but she is all right... kinda of strange, huh?... now I'm in L1 looking for work, maibe I'm the death... but I still need food guys!
"hey, do you know where to find a good and cheap place to pass the night?" I ask to the cute lady on the desk of that is "using me" as a administrative junior (not the best job of the world), and the nice girl answers me "Four blocks from here is a very good hotel where some foreigners employees use to live", "Thanks" is my fast answer, and taking my bag I run fastest as I can and the four blocks make three then two... and in a couple of minutes the doors of a very old and big building apears in front of me, I enter and I surprise myself of seeing Heero assisting in the entrance "Heero??" is the only words that go out form my mouth "doh'... good answer einstein!!!" my mind shouts a loud answer in my insides...
"Duo... welcome to 4th street's inn, want a room?", Heero as always cold, I tell him my story and he agrees in giving me a little room for a nice price. "Is not a favor, It's just because the company that hired you has a lot of people living here", he guides me to the higest room in the building, a very small place, but enough for me, Heero gives me his key and before leave says "No one knows that I'm here, don't shout it as newspaper info, will you?", "All right Heero, but don't be that rude, has been lots of yaers since we has seen each others faces", "I prefer it like it is now" and he closes the wooden door strongly.
"Heero, a guy that will never change" a very good comment, but nothing to worry about, the bed is confortable, and the light from the window is very warm... "Have I changed?, Heero hasn't, and probably he will not, but I'm not Heero, or Trowa, neither Quatre or Wufei, they have something to do with their lives... but... I don't.. the death is not necessary... again...why should I keep fooling around if I am not necessary?... a very weird question, but very deep... I'll find out, there is no war, so I'll have plenty of time to find out some stuff about myself...
The morning shines and I get up very early in the morning, but quite later that in war time, I go to the first floor and Heero is checking some papers from the Inn, "What have you done all this time Heero?" I ask without wait an answer, "probably he won't say me anything" I think. "I've lived peacefully and I've also left my penuries", all of this without keep looking the papers, very surpriced I look at him and my mind tricks me again with a inner comment "He HAS changed, the stone CAN be melted...", "Hallelujah for that" I say, "Sorry Maxwell?, did you said something?" Heero sounded almost interested. "Nope, nothing at all my friend, nothing at all!" I shout while I go to work.
During the day my mind was focused on Heero's attitude... no way tha he could be diferent, but... time has passed and he is not the perfect soldier now... "but he is the perfect worker now.. jajajaja!" I shout very loud in the office, every one looks at me and I leave runing from there... even Heero can change...why I cannot?... because I'm the death... that's why. But now there's no need for the death, maybe I can leave being the shinigami and try to change my life?... I dont think so, it's not that the death is not necesary, is that I need the death to keep myself alive, it's part of me, a very big part of me...
The dark sky of the space looks cold and lonely... the colony it's full of people, but now I'll forget them and I'll go home... maybe a good rest will let me think an answer for all of this...
end of chapter 0. Look for the next one. Chpater 1 "Psychological soldier"