I do not own Gundam Wing.

A/N: This short one-shot is inspired by the word 'home' as part of the weekly word challenges in the Facebook group for Fanfiction authors, FFN Writers Unite. I hope you enjoy reading it!

This is short fic was inspired by the song "Home" by Depeche Mode.

AC 195. White Fang Had declared war to Earth and he, Treize Krushrenada, was leading the Earth's army. It was the, his, last waltz.

He arrived to the conclusion that he had being wrong. He had become the same thing he hated – one of those with power and who use it to subjugate the population into the darkness of war. No matter how he see it, it was obvious they were still in a dark era and worst, they were alone. Humanity was alone in the space and war was destroying it. The war now was senseless, if it ever had any sense at all, with life of its own dragging humanity deeper into the darkness.

Despite the fact he had a true friendship with Milliardo, even someone he loved, there was another side of him, almost another person. The one who loved war's strategies and manipulations. It had become part of him, loved as much as Earth and his friends. That duality in him have already done enough damages to his love ones. There was no way to turn back time and undo those acts, but still there was a way to end with one of the deadliest traps ever laid, his lifelong career and mistress – war. Because no matter the time in the history war was a constant. And he saw the only way to release them from it - he will become light for those in the darkness. He must be the one defeated because if the winner would only carry on the power and the war. So he left a note for those in the future who wondered why he was doing that sacrifice and prepared himself.

The last waltz. He dressed in his best and for a last time took a look to his home. Earth. It stood alone in space with all its beauty. It was because of the war he was so aware of his human condition, so aware of what meant to be human, that at the end he was giving it, trying to release the rest of them from this cross. It was a shame to leave it that damned Earth. And there he was, in the final battle sitting in his mobile suit trying one more time embracing the end of the line. It felt like home.

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