A/N: Alrighty-o! This is the fun chapter, where I get to add a bit of a wrench into the plotline and confuse you all! ^ ^ Don't worry though, everything is intentional in this. There may be a ton of loose threads that seem totally unconnected, but trust me, it will all come together later.

And for everyone who hates my OC and wishes she'd just keel over and die, you can kill her in the final chapter! ^ ^ And for those who feel that she's too Mary-Sue or "perfect heroine" for your liking, you get to hate her and call her a bitch in this chapter (and more to come!) if you so desire to!

See, I listen to y'all! I know what you're thinking!

Not that people who hate this have gotten this far, but whatever.

Anyways, I'll stop my intellectual flatulence and just get the fuck on with it.

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The journey was going perfectly, not a single hitch in the entire fabrication; she couldn't believe how he was taking everything she fed with almost without question. It was too easy to manipulate him.

And to think that I was expecting a challenge, she thought, her lip curling twistedly, I guess I overestimated their abilities. What a pity. All my planning is ruined here.

She was roused from her musing when he directed a conversation towards her, "Where do you want me to drive to?"

"There's a small city near here, maybe only a few more miles. There should be road marks coming up. Just turn onto the exit ramp and we'll be peachy."

"Peachy, huh? Sounds… peachy."

"That was terrible Duo."

"Yes, it was. What else did you expect? Wit?"

"That I would never expect from you even my wildest dreams."

"Count on it baby, I'll be there… in your wildest dreams."

"Pervert."

"This again? Honestly, I expected more of you."

"You're making fun of me?"

"No, I'm merely having a gander with the voices in my head."

"Ah, was that a bit of wit? How dare you up and prove me wrong right away."

"Shame, I know. I should have at least bought you dinner first, huh?"

"Yes, you should have. Or maybe some champagne."

"Lovely. Absolutely."

I can't believe how easy it is to mold this guy like putty in my hands! This is too good to be true… especially since he's taking me to the pilots after I send my signal to OZ. He's the ultimate tool. My good fortune of shooting him is paying off for me. How wonderful my plan is falling into place as I planned, if not better than so. Just a bit more mindless banter and we should be there with the bounty.

"So, Duo… How on Earth does such a charming guy such as you end up as a Gundam pilot? What happened?"

"Well… I'm not sure. I stole Deathscythe from the Barton Foundation and Dr. G sent me off on Operation Meteor. I guess it was just easy for me to steal it, I've been stealing my whole life."

"Your whole life? Even childhood?"

"Especially my childhood… I'm an orphan. Or rather, was. I was "adopted" by the Maxwell Church."

"Maxwell Church?" she mused, twisting to give him the impression that she actually didn't know why that name was known to her, "Why does that sound familiar?"

"You don't remember or never heard of it? What rock have you been living under?"

She shrugged, "I have been under OZ's wing, you know."

"That must be it. Anyways, It's most likely due to it's connection to the Maxwell Church Tragedy."

"Oh! You mean, where that abandoned church or rectory was destroyed?"

"It wasn't abandoned!" his anger filled the car, and she could see his eyes blazing- with anger, hate and… grief?-, "Did they feed you those lies?"

She could only nod dumbly as she watched the drama unfold.

"Bastards," he spat, "it was not abandoned. I…" his voice cracked with emotion.

"You… were living there?" she supplied.

"Yes, I was. The rebels came in one day, all these wounded, and they demanded all this stuff from us. It was hell. I couldn't take how they abused Father Maxwell and Sister Helen so I-"

"I' hate to interject, but did you say Father Maxwell?"

"Yes, I did. Why?"

"It's your last name as well."

"Not my real name. Neither is Duo."

"Then, what should I call you?"

"Shinigami."

"Honest?"

"No you can call me Duo, everyone else does."

"Ok. Goon, I interrupted. Terribly sorry."

Maybe this will lead to something useful that I can use for my purposes. Wonderful. Simply genius. Continue to talk Duo. Just keep talking.

"So I decided to steal a mobile suit from a nearby OZ compound, got shot at but managed to drive away with one. By the time I got back, there was no church left.

"I found Sister Helen. She told me to be brave, that Father stayed alive long enough to ensure that I was fine, and then she died. I say her die. I caused their deaths."

"Is that the tale of Shinigami? Why you became Shinigami? Why you came to call yourself Duo Maxwell?"

"Yes. I guess it is, in the cut and dry version."

"Duo, I am so sorry."

I can't believe this. I had my suspicions, but Trieze never would have… would he? Maybe there's another Duo with the same tale, another little boy.

" Sorry about what? That I was the only survivor?"

So much for that idea. I have to tell him. Do I? No. But, I owe it to him. No, he never did anything for me. I don't have to. Not to him.

But you owe it to those you killed. Father Maxwell and Sister Helen.

"You didn't kill them, Duo. You saved yourself."

"Flame, what are you saying?"

This is it, no turning back…

"I killed them, Duo. I killed them."

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AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

A cliffhanger!

How did you enjoy this wrench? Am I evil? Did you call her a bitch? Who hates Flame?

*dances happily*

I feel good! Managed to spit this out in just over an hour.

WOOT!!!!!!

Tune in for more Flame bashing and so forth.

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