Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing... And somebody's gonna pay for
that!!!
Warnings: Attempted humor, OOC... all that kind of stuff... minor bad language... yadda yadda...
Oh! If anybody wonders, thoughts are in between these "//". This "( )" is me interrupting. A computer's voice will be between these, " ' ' ". A change of POV will be "*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*". Scene changes will be "*". Okay? ****
I'm beginning to see death in a different light.
/What the hell is going on?/
The one and only God of Death is being faced with the real thing. And suddenly I realize just why so few actually want to die. I mean, would you like getting greeted by a skeleton in the morning?
"Uhm... Aren't you supposed to let somebody have another chance at life, or something?"
The skeleton looks at me. I don't know how I know that it's looking at me, I just do. "do you mean the traditional game of chess?"
"I'd prefer poker..." and really, I would. Quatre might be able to beat this guy at chess, but honestly, I barely even know how to play.
"I don't play poker. If you wish, I will play chess with you."
Damn... I never realized that Death would be such a cold hearted bastard! "But I suck at chess," I whine. Finally I sigh. It's my only chance, right? "What are the stakes?" I may sometimes act the baka that Heero had always called me, but I'm not so stupid as to go into anything blind.
"My job vs. your life."
"Now that's weird."
So we sat down and played. And yup, you guessed it. I lost. So he gave me twenty four hours.
/What the hell am I going to do with that?/
Then he left.
Hilde knocked on my door. Said she heard another voice. I told her, straight out and blunt, that I was leaving. What? Did you actually think that I'm cruel enough to tell her that I'm gonna die? And I would be leaving. I had to talk to the others.
"What do you mean?"
She did seem a bit irritated. "I'm gonna go talk to the others... And then... I'm leaving."
She growled at me.
I ignored her and picked up the phone. I dialed and listened to it ring for a moment. "Hello?" asked the voice on the other line.
"Quatre?"
"Yes?"
"Is Trowa there? And how about Wufei?"
"Actually, yes, to both."
"You mind if I come over?"
"No... Why?"
"I... have to talk to you guys about something."
"Oh..." he sounded a bit confused.
"I'll be over in a bit."
*
And so... there I was, an hour later, at Quatre's house with my three remaining comrades staring at me, waiting for me to speak.
I shuffled my feet. They stared. This went on for a good twenty minutes before Wufei broke.
"What the hell is it!!!"
I shuffled my feet. Trowa stared. Quatre shifted on his feet. Wufei waited for an answer.
Somehow, I don't think that I'll be able to say it soon.
Quatre spoke, "I'm sorry, but I think that I agree with Wufei here. What the hell IS it?"
Trowa blinked. I stared at my feet. Wufei stared. Quatre waited for an answer.
"........" Trowa poked me in the shoulder.
Alright. They are all lined up against me. I have to say it now. "Well... I got a visit earlier today."
They waited for me to continue.
"Apparently, I'm gonna die in..." I looked at my watch, "about... Twenty two hours and... twenty minutes."
They stared. Wufei spoke, "What the fuck?"
I nodded, after all, that's fairly close to what I'd been thinking all day. "You know that whole thing about playing chess with Death?"
They nodded.
"I did."
Quatre blinked, "But you hardly know how to play!"
"I know. I lost. Actually, I was thinking the entire time that you would have been able to beat him. He wasn't THAT good... just better than me. Now if it had been poker..."
"You would have everything that he ever owned," finished Wufei.
I nodded. "But he refused to play poker."
"What would you have gotten if you had won?" Quatre asked.
"He was saying something about retiring if I won. Kinda weird."
".........." Trowa blinked.
"Yup, and I would have gotten his job. Not that I really wanted it... I had enough of playing Shinigami during the war."
So we sat around bullshitting for a few hours. When bedtime came around, I didn't really feel like sleeping... Can you blame me? Surprisingly enough, it was Wufei who stayed up with me. It was kind of quiet.
It was strange, though. I nearly felt like crying. Wufei... hugged me. I never actually got cuddled just for the sake of cuddling. So I almost did start crying. I think... that I may have let one tear slip...
Surprisingly enough... or maybe not so surprisingly, I did fall asleep.
*
When the time came... I wasn't falling all over myself, whimpering and crying... Although I did wonder out loud if it was gonna hurt. Actually, that was probably the biggest of my worries. Odd, really.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
And so it happened. One moment he was talking, the next his eyes had widened and... it looked like he had passed out. But we knew what had happened. I felt his neck for a pulse... and there was none. Then... something creepy happened. His body disappeared.
I looked at Quatre and Trowa. They looked shocked. "You know," I said, "I was hoping that it was just a really odd dream of his."
They both nodded. Quatre sniffed. Trowa patted him on the head.
"What does it mean if the body disappears?" Quatre asked.
"It means that he gets to keep it. Those who... do great things... good or bad, often get to keep their bodies. Remember how we couldn't find anything of Heero when he self-destructed?"
"So he kept his body too?" Trowa asked. Hn. How odd. Trowa spoke.
"I think so. I could be wrong..."
/Eh... see you in the afterlife, Maxwell.../
****Yes, Duo did die. I'm gonna split the fic in between his and Wufei's POVs. Don't worry, he will be back... Sorta. Anyway, if you like it or want me to continue, please review. This will be mildly angst. But towards the end, it'll be more of a humor thing.
Anyway, I think that my muse is mad at me...
*Ferocious feline starts chasing author*
Maz! I swear! I know that you like Duo... don't worry... I'll let you meet him!!! Maz!!!
Warnings: Attempted humor, OOC... all that kind of stuff... minor bad language... yadda yadda...
Oh! If anybody wonders, thoughts are in between these "//". This "( )" is me interrupting. A computer's voice will be between these, " ' ' ". A change of POV will be "*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*". Scene changes will be "*". Okay? ****
I'm beginning to see death in a different light.
/What the hell is going on?/
The one and only God of Death is being faced with the real thing. And suddenly I realize just why so few actually want to die. I mean, would you like getting greeted by a skeleton in the morning?
"Uhm... Aren't you supposed to let somebody have another chance at life, or something?"
The skeleton looks at me. I don't know how I know that it's looking at me, I just do. "do you mean the traditional game of chess?"
"I'd prefer poker..." and really, I would. Quatre might be able to beat this guy at chess, but honestly, I barely even know how to play.
"I don't play poker. If you wish, I will play chess with you."
Damn... I never realized that Death would be such a cold hearted bastard! "But I suck at chess," I whine. Finally I sigh. It's my only chance, right? "What are the stakes?" I may sometimes act the baka that Heero had always called me, but I'm not so stupid as to go into anything blind.
"My job vs. your life."
"Now that's weird."
So we sat down and played. And yup, you guessed it. I lost. So he gave me twenty four hours.
/What the hell am I going to do with that?/
Then he left.
Hilde knocked on my door. Said she heard another voice. I told her, straight out and blunt, that I was leaving. What? Did you actually think that I'm cruel enough to tell her that I'm gonna die? And I would be leaving. I had to talk to the others.
"What do you mean?"
She did seem a bit irritated. "I'm gonna go talk to the others... And then... I'm leaving."
She growled at me.
I ignored her and picked up the phone. I dialed and listened to it ring for a moment. "Hello?" asked the voice on the other line.
"Quatre?"
"Yes?"
"Is Trowa there? And how about Wufei?"
"Actually, yes, to both."
"You mind if I come over?"
"No... Why?"
"I... have to talk to you guys about something."
"Oh..." he sounded a bit confused.
"I'll be over in a bit."
*
And so... there I was, an hour later, at Quatre's house with my three remaining comrades staring at me, waiting for me to speak.
I shuffled my feet. They stared. This went on for a good twenty minutes before Wufei broke.
"What the hell is it!!!"
I shuffled my feet. Trowa stared. Quatre shifted on his feet. Wufei waited for an answer.
Somehow, I don't think that I'll be able to say it soon.
Quatre spoke, "I'm sorry, but I think that I agree with Wufei here. What the hell IS it?"
Trowa blinked. I stared at my feet. Wufei stared. Quatre waited for an answer.
"........" Trowa poked me in the shoulder.
Alright. They are all lined up against me. I have to say it now. "Well... I got a visit earlier today."
They waited for me to continue.
"Apparently, I'm gonna die in..." I looked at my watch, "about... Twenty two hours and... twenty minutes."
They stared. Wufei spoke, "What the fuck?"
I nodded, after all, that's fairly close to what I'd been thinking all day. "You know that whole thing about playing chess with Death?"
They nodded.
"I did."
Quatre blinked, "But you hardly know how to play!"
"I know. I lost. Actually, I was thinking the entire time that you would have been able to beat him. He wasn't THAT good... just better than me. Now if it had been poker..."
"You would have everything that he ever owned," finished Wufei.
I nodded. "But he refused to play poker."
"What would you have gotten if you had won?" Quatre asked.
"He was saying something about retiring if I won. Kinda weird."
".........." Trowa blinked.
"Yup, and I would have gotten his job. Not that I really wanted it... I had enough of playing Shinigami during the war."
So we sat around bullshitting for a few hours. When bedtime came around, I didn't really feel like sleeping... Can you blame me? Surprisingly enough, it was Wufei who stayed up with me. It was kind of quiet.
It was strange, though. I nearly felt like crying. Wufei... hugged me. I never actually got cuddled just for the sake of cuddling. So I almost did start crying. I think... that I may have let one tear slip...
Surprisingly enough... or maybe not so surprisingly, I did fall asleep.
*
When the time came... I wasn't falling all over myself, whimpering and crying... Although I did wonder out loud if it was gonna hurt. Actually, that was probably the biggest of my worries. Odd, really.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
And so it happened. One moment he was talking, the next his eyes had widened and... it looked like he had passed out. But we knew what had happened. I felt his neck for a pulse... and there was none. Then... something creepy happened. His body disappeared.
I looked at Quatre and Trowa. They looked shocked. "You know," I said, "I was hoping that it was just a really odd dream of his."
They both nodded. Quatre sniffed. Trowa patted him on the head.
"What does it mean if the body disappears?" Quatre asked.
"It means that he gets to keep it. Those who... do great things... good or bad, often get to keep their bodies. Remember how we couldn't find anything of Heero when he self-destructed?"
"So he kept his body too?" Trowa asked. Hn. How odd. Trowa spoke.
"I think so. I could be wrong..."
/Eh... see you in the afterlife, Maxwell.../
****Yes, Duo did die. I'm gonna split the fic in between his and Wufei's POVs. Don't worry, he will be back... Sorta. Anyway, if you like it or want me to continue, please review. This will be mildly angst. But towards the end, it'll be more of a humor thing.
Anyway, I think that my muse is mad at me...
*Ferocious feline starts chasing author*
Maz! I swear! I know that you like Duo... don't worry... I'll let you meet him!!! Maz!!!