Death: The Big Game
A Death/Gundam Wing death fic by the Kitsune-yasha
Notes (i.e. why I wrote this):
Um, okay…I'm a fan of "The Sandman" and all its spin-offs, including "Death", but at the same time, I am an anime fan. I already did something similar to this in EVA (well, not similar…I just crossed over Death with the series), and I felt that a Death/GW cross over would be cool/appropriate. It is possible if you know the characters and don't allow them to go OOC too much. Yeah…So I'm sorry if anybody's pissed at me for crossing over Gundam Wing with a British comic book.
Warnings:
Can't think of any off the bat. Maybe some gruesomeness and angst. That's all really.
Legal Stuff: "The Sandman" and "Death" belong to Neil Gaiman, an awesome writer whose works I recommend to anybody. Gundam Wing belongs to whoever owns it (It has slipped my mind!).
Enjoy!
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Prologue: Death and the Perfect Soldier
It was the best battle Heero Yuy had ever fought it his life without a Gundam. Fifteen men had surrounded him and only five remained standing. He kicked, he punched, he beat the living shit out of the men who had surrounded him. He anticipated their moves, knowing by now each individual's fighting style and predicting where and how they would strike next. His moves were strategic and well calculated. There was no way he could lose. That is, if he had noticed the gunman on the roof.
The bullet pierced his skull. He didn't die instantly. No. He was too strong for that. He was the Perfect Soldier. Sure, he fell to the ground, but he wasn't dead just yet. And true, he couldn't move his limbs or speak, but he wasn't entirely dead. He could still see, though everything was dimming and his vision was covered with his life's fluid. He saw his adversaries laugh and mock him, then congratulate each other one a job well done. They mentioned the next phase of their plan, which was to go after another one of the Gundam pilots (who it was exactly was left unmentioned). After that, they left, casually walking away, leaving Heero to die on his back, staring up at the sky. Shortly after that, everything seemed to stop. The world stood still. His vision no longer dimmed or was red from his blood. All sounds ceased, including the familiars ones inside Heero's body.
"Omae o korosu," was the only thing that Heero could hear. Of course it was himself saying it, but what use did it have now when he was totally immobile and possibly dead.
"Of course you will, Heero Yuy," a voice said somewhere close by.
A face filled his vision. It was a gothic girl, with skin whiter than the snow and raven-black eyes lined with the Eye of Horus. Her black lips were pulled back in a friendly grin. She seemed to be a nice person, someone who could be called a friend, but long ago Heero had been taught not to trust people like that.
"Who are you?" Heero demanded.
"You know who I am," she said in a soft tone.
That tone made him shudder, because it reminded him of a lost memory, a memory kept away from everyone the day they were born. Of course he knew this lady, this friendly woman who just walked right up to him and smiled. He knew her from the day of his birth when she talked to him as he entered life(1); he knew her from the various battles he fought and the many people he slew; he knew her from the lore quoted by his fellow ex-pilots. She was the patron of all wars, all soldiers, all people, all life. She was what she was. And she had come for him.
Heero nodded his head once. "I knew someday I would meet you," he said.
"Indeed," Death said, giving him another smile. She held out her hand. "Maybe you should get off of the ground. You may feel better."
Spoken like a genuine friend.
Heero took her arm and pulled as she pulled him at the same time. Soon, he was on his feet again, discovering that she had been right. He felt much better, but he wasn't going to admit it or show it. His face remained stony, as usual, as he grunted his thank you.
"No problem," she said cheerfully.
"What now?" Heero asked.
"Now? That's for you to find out."
"Hn."
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They found his body not too long after. He was taken to the morgue where his fellow ex-pilots were called to identify his body. Duo and Quatre cried the most, Trowa kept his usual silence, and, surprisingly, Wufei kept his cool, not going on some ramble about revenge and justice being served. He was the one who was shocked the most in truth. This was something that Wufei had never expected in a million years.
Though they did not like her or had indifferent feelings towards her, they notified Relena, since she did in fact love him, though whether he loved her back was often questionable. Her reaction was similar to Duo and Quatre's, though she cried more and harder. From what they heard, she shut herself into her rooms and denied any visitors.
A few days later, a wake was held. Many people attended mostly Preventers. Each pilot said a couple words and Duo read the eulogy. People passed by the casket to pay their final respects. Many flowers were presented. People stood around afterwards and chatted, talking about the deceased and old times. Relena did not show up.
The funeral followed the next day. More flowers were laid on the casket as it was being lowered. There was a small Christian prayer service, too. Though Heero was not Christian and pretty much made no references to any religious beliefs, the boys thought that a Christian service would be best with its beauty and simplicity. There were some people who dwelled at the grave after it was filled in, most notably Wufei, who was still in shock, and Duo, who had been perhaps the closest of the other four pilots to Heero.
"Omae o korosu," Duo said to the wind before he left.
When everybody was gone, Relena came by. She had not attended the funeral, for she had been afraid to lose face when she should be strong at this time. She laid a simple teddy bear by the headstone and walked away, silently saying her farewell as she left.
To be continued…
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Yeah yeah yeah…I know it's a bit odd, but this is the prologue. I know people will be pissed about Heero dying, but without him, how strong is the rest of the ex-pilots when they're being hunted. In this they must stick together. They must rely on each other more than they had to in the past as they defend themselves against their mysterious hunters. Can they survive or will they meet Death?
Read on!
(1) In the Sandman series, it is hinted that Death's function isn't only taking people away when they die. She also greets them at their birth