[A/N: I suddenly felt inspired today, so I decided to write this up and post it; depending on the response I get, I may or may not continue with this story. Enjoy.]

I'm not the type of person whose ever had particularly good luck...in any aspect of my life.

I've never won over any of the guys I like, no matter how qualified I seem to be, any job I apply for is given to someone else; my alarm clock has a long history of shutting itself off, so I'm chronically late, and I'm so clumsy that I'm not allowed to walk down stairs without shoes on.

I do admit tho, I have a small circle of wonderful friends whom I grateful for...but if I see them maybe once or twice a month, I consider it miraculous.

So really, what happened to me today didn't really shock me.

It started out as a typical day - I woke up to find that as per the usual, my alarm hadn't gone off so I was late for class.

I barely had time to shove my hair into some of the messiest buns you've ever seen as I ran out the door, and kept my fingers crossed that I hadn't missed the bus.

Of course I had though, so I got to enjoy a 2 mile trudge up a very steep hill to the high school.

As I reached the top, the melodious chimes signaling the start of class rang out across the sky - typical...completely typical.

Nancy, the school's front office receptionist, didn't even look up as she handed me my usual late slip; it was so routine, even she didn't have to think about it anymore.

No one looked up as I walked through the door of my trig class, not even the teacher as I passed him my tardy pass; I made my way to my desk and sat down quietly, pulling out my work book to attempt to catch up.

By the time the bell rang, I had just barely finished the assignment as I scrambled to put my things back in my bag and rush to my next class...that's when I heard the screaming.

Loud, thunderous cracks filled the air as people poured back into the classroom and knocked me off my feet.

I could see the panic in their eyes, the fear; tears streamed down the faces of many - what on earth was going on?

I soon found out as boy armed with a semi-automatic, kicked the door in and held the barrel level to my head; I recognized him instantly - Daniel Muir.

He had been my crush from grades 4 to 7; he was so shy, poetic, gentle - it was what I had liked about him, but as I previously stated, I didn't get the guy, and instead, Dan had been snatched up by a pretty brunette by the name of Kelsey.

The warm face that had sucked me in lo those many years ago was now so twisted, that even though I recognized him, I didn't; had Daniel's light brown eyes always been so cold and empty?

I felt the steel of the gun against my forehead, and heard the thunderous roar...I was dead; in an instant, my life had ended, and I would like to take this moment to tell you that that "life flashing before you" crap is total bullshit - it doesn't happen.

I felt myself floating weightless, and opened my eyes to take in a sea of clouds; cool, white and fluffy, but as soon as this serenity engulfed me, I felt myself begin to descend and as I fell, a million thoughts ran through my head.

Was this really it?

I'm going to die without ever having made something of myself?

Without ever living out my dreams, or accomplishing my goals?

...I'm going to die without ever having my first kiss?

"It isn't fair..." I thought miserably, tears leaving my eyes and flying up as I fell presumably to the pits of hell, "I don't want it to end like this..."

That when I noticed something white and glittering in the distance closing on me and fast; what was it?

I couldn't tell but I felt something cold close around my body, something unrelenting and hard - metal?

I managed to pry my eyes open a moment and saw...a giant robot?

A giant freaking robot had me in its grasp and was quickly descending downwards - and in my less than stable condition I found myself questioning if the servants of the Underworld always been giant flying robots?

"Okay, that tears it. Either I really am dead, or I've suffered some serious brain damage," I thought, suddenly feeling incredibly light headed and dizzy; something warm started streaming down from my nostrils as my eyes rolled back in my head and I passed out.

"Heavy...why do I feel so heavy?" I thought muzzily through the pleasant, warm darkness clouding my eyes, "Is this death? If it is, its so comfortable..."

I could definitely become used to the idea of being dead if it was going to be like this - it was so deliciously comfortable; like lying in the softest of beds with the warmest of blankets wrapped around you.

In light of this newly acquired presumption, I snuggled back, fully prepared to embrace my death...when I felt something gently shake me by the shoulders.

I grunted, and tried to smack whatever it was away, but it was too much effort, so I tried to ignore whatever it was.

"Hey, rise and shine sleeping beauty!" a good natured, smiling...male voice said, its owner giving me another light jostle, "I know you're awake. Cmon - open up those peepers."

With a groan and all the effort I could muster I forced my eyelids open to be greeted by a dimly lit room, overhead light off and the only light filtering in from a window.

The room was filled with an assortment of vaguely familiar machines and the mildly sterile scent of bleach clung to the air - not exactly the most pleasant smell in the world.

As my eyes finally adjusted to the gloom, I took in the owner of the voice of the person who had rousted me from my comfortable darkness,...a boy; a very, veryattractive boy grinning at me, light brown hair licking at his cheeks and dancing over his eyes.

He looked so familiar, but I couldn't place it, and for now, I was going to attest that to the massive brain injury that gun had inflicted upon my person.

It wasn't really important anyway, so I decided to let it go and asked a far more pressing question that was weighing on my mind.

"Is this heaven or hell?" I asked through numb lips; it took more effort to move right now than I anticipated, and just the simple act of speaking drained me, "I don't know which I would qualify for. I'm not a particularly interesting person you see."

The boy tossed his head back and laughed jovially, which thoroughly confused me, "What are you talking about? You're in the hospital and you're very much alive. You should color yourself pretty lucky."

I balked at him, energy surging back through my body from whatever secret place it was stored, "That's impossible - I'm dead. Daniel shot me point blank through the head."

"What're you talking about? Whose Daniel?" the boy asked, looking slightly confused as he rose from his seat and approached my bedside, "Whaddya mean shot in the head?"

I could feel the blood draining from my face as my hands flew up to my head feeling for the entry and exit wounds on my skull from the fatal shot...nothing; smooth skin and tangled hair were all that my frantically searching fingers found.

"This is...I came to school, was leaving my trigonometry class, and he...he barged into my classroom and shot me." I said as my mouth and throat went dry, feeling an icy cold panic beginning to pool up in the pit of my stomach, feeling my body beginning to quake, "How...? This is impossible...I'm dead..."

"I think you may have hit your head or something in the blast." He said slowly, appearing to be choosing his words carefully, "I'm honestly shocked you survived the explosion at all."

"Explosion?" I cried, sitting bolt upright, completely awake now and wrapping my arms around myself tightly in an effort to will away the creeping cold that was filling me, "What explosion? What the hell is going on? What are you talking about?"

"Calm down, lady!" The boy said, holding his hands up defensively, "I'm just telling it like it is - one of our pilots saw your body flying through the air after an MS battle was pushed into a civilian area. We assumed you were on the shuttle that got shot out of the sky and somehow managed to survived."

"MS battle?" I shrieked, growing more and more hysterical and scared, "What the hell is an MS battle? Where the hell am I and who the hell are you?"

"An MS battle? Yknow...mobile suits?" The boy replied with an oddly suspicious look on his face and he nodded behind me to the window; against my better judgement and ignoring the dread that filled me, I looked...and realized why this boy looked so familiar...I knew this boy...I knew this boy very well, to the point of it border lining on obsessive.

I had watched this boy every single day when I was 14 years old in complete and utter awe of him; totally enamored with him...I had seen him on TV, on posters, t shirts...in manga.

Glaring at me from beyond the window, in all of its frighteningly destructive, murderous glory...was the Gundam Deathscythe.

To the right of me, looking as confused as a person could be... was Duo Maxwell...the self proclaimed God of Death - how I hadn't noticed the telltale braid and deep violet blue eyes before now was beyond me.

My entire body suddenly felt as tho it were filled with lead and I felt myself sink back and the tunnel vision set in; the darkness engulfed my sight again and reclaimed me as I fainted again and the world around me disappeared.