New Worlds
What was already known…
The way he stated out in life was nothing new or noteworthy. He was born into a loving family with a bright future ahead and the potential to do and be anything, but fate had changed its mind and this time she wasn't going to play nice.
By the age of five the boy had lost everything. No name, no family, no home. Life on the streets became his world and his way of life. He learned to fight for his survival that nothing came easy, and the world could be a truly frightening place when no one cares. By the time he reached the age of ten he was a member of a street gang and the best thief around. He had learned to be still, to be silent, and to blend in with the shadows. A year later fate once more showed her hand and he lost everyone to plague, but this time fate showed him faith in the form of a run down church, run by one Father Maxwell and Sister Helen. The good people of Maxwell Church taught him that life can be beautiful and laughter is, truly, good for the soul. Later he learned how fragile it all was as he watched the church burn down around him. That night a creature of such rage and sorrow was born, Fate smiled.
At the age of fifteen he had become one of the world's most formable weapons and this weapon was going to make the world take notice; all with a laugh and a smile.
And the world was saved…
Duo Maxwell, master thief, cold-blooded killer, and all around savior of the world was, truly, board stiff. The war had been over for two years now and everyone had gone back to their original lives. Qutra was back running his family business and helping Relena ensure peace. Trowa decided to stay with Cathy and the circus. He was also doing a few cover side jobs for the Preventers when needed. Heero and Wufie worked as partners in the Preventers full time along with Zechs, Noin and Sally. The whole thing was run by Lady Une. Duo was the only one with nothing to go back to; sure Preventers would have welcomed him with open arms and been happy to add him to the ranks but he was never very good at following orders and for a guy that spent his entire life fighting, living as a civilian left much to be desired. So fate stepped in once more and while out on an exploration run at the ass end of the know universe Duo's shuttle exploded. It would be a month before Preventer HQ would receive the news.
It rained the day they held Duo's funeral, all through out the ceremony Qutra kept rubbing his chest and looking around. Later that night Trowa asked him about it and his answer sent shivers down his spine, "I thought I heard Duo screaming," he replied.