"I see. He killed Heero to get to me. Though catching the god of death will be a lot harder than this Anderson person knows."
"Really? It doesn't look that hard from where I'm standing. I could pull the trigger at any time and put a hole in your heart." The stranger sneered.
Duo smiled a wicked grin and before the stranger could react Duo had the gun in his hands and was digging it into the stranger's forehead. "You already put a hole in my heart you bastard! Now you go tell this Anderson that the god of death will be paying him a visit soon and I swear I will take him to hell with me!" Duo snarled as he dug the cold steel of the gun harder into the man's head. The stranger gave a slight nod and stumbled backwards. Duo then put up the gun leaving a red imprint of the barrel of the gun on the man's head. He then tuned around, reset the safety and shoved the gun in the waistband of his pants.
The walk home was cold and lonely in the dim lights of the streetlamps. All the anger was gone and he found himself so very tired. All Duo wanted to do was curl up and die. To forever float in the darkness of oblivion, where there is no pain, no thoughts, no feelings, just the dark and nothingness……
Anderson sat in the dark of his sitting room. He was looking through the many images of the Gundam pilots his informants had taken for him. Most of the pictures were of the chestnut haired splendor that was Duo Maxwell. Anderson pined over the so called god of war every moment he could. It took him so many years to find Duo only to find that he was in the arms of another man. Anderson was furious! What did that Heero have that he didn't? If it wasn't for Anderson Duo would never have had the training he needed to pilot the gundam Deathscythe. Duo was an excellent student and seemed to like stealth attacks and was an amazing problem solver. Anderson taught Duo all that he knew but was angered when the kid that was six years younger with no previous military experience was chosen to pilot the awesome piece of technology that was the Deathscythe. Anderson had overseen the planning and building of the gundam. It became is pride and joy then was crushed by one little boy.
"Duo I will have you back and I will have the Deathscythe as well! Oh yes you will be mine!" (Insert maniacal laughter here)
Duo woke to the sun streaming through the window. He was wrapped under the blankets on the bed that he had shared with Heero. His eyes fluttered open and he yawned and stretched before again settling on the pillows.
"Oh Heero what a beautiful morning….." Duo reached over to what was Heero's side of the bed to only feel the coolness of the smooth undisturbed sheets. "Hee….? Oh right……my love is gone…..forever." Duo sobbed as he buried himself in the blankets and stayed in the soft twilight the blanket made of the bed. He didn't even notice the raven haired Wufei who had been watching over him all night now dozing in the chair by the end of the bed.
Authors notes: Please be patent with me everyone. I'm not really up on the political and military aspects of the Gundam Wing series which makes parts of this fic hard to write. Though I love how this story is turning out and would like to keep going with it. Thanks for all the feedback from everyone who has read this. It helps me keep going when I know people are enjoying my writing.
