Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or any of it's characters. I just have to tell you. This isn't a songfic either. It's some kind of poem I made. Yes this IS non-yaoi so don't get any ideas, (though the man I made up near the end is kind of a gay weirdo. You know guys like that on the street; besides he's drunk) This is only part one of my fic. I'm putting up this already so no one will have already written this story. My writing may not be as good as others, but bear with me. Read the story! Kinda suspense killing at the end, ne? Warnings: Angst, deathfic

Trowa gazed out the window and looked at the late evening sky. He sighed breathlessly and thought about the happenings in his life. The war, friends, family, past. No...he didn't even want to think about his past. It was too painful to remember. Only one thing came good from it...Midii Une, the girl he saved, yet she had betrayed him. He would've cared, he would've brought her with him, but she was a spy. She had things to live for. She hated him. But she was only a memory now. Trowa gazed up and saw a shooting star. He closed his eyes. He didn't think a wish could come true by wishing on a shooting star. Instead he felt something else. That someone was calling him, telling him something. The wind blew, and a faint whisper echoed to him in the wind. Trowa shook his head, unable to bear his past memories of pain, and longing....for the one thing that the voice told him to acquire.

"Leave me," Trowa said faintly, as his trembling hands went to his ears, covering them as if trying to block the voices on the wind.

"Leave me! Why must you torture me this way?!" Trowa screamed, and fell to his knees, gasping in breaths.

Duo woke to the sounds of wailing sounds from the next room. Duo got up quickly, thinking someone in danger. The sounds came softer, and in the air echoed dire cries for help. help me......help me....... the cry on the air beckoned, and Duo felt a chill up his spine. He was practically freaked out of his skin. His other self, who he called, "Shinigami" could be felt, his friend, who had let him live long enough through the war, edged him closer to the noise, as if it wanted something.

"Man, what a way to get through the night," Duo said to himself, and came to the source of the noise. It was coming from Trowa's room. Duo approached the door slowly and gently tapped on it.

"Hey, Trowa, you ok?" Duo said, but there was no answer. Duo slowly opened the door. Duo peeked in and looked around the room. The bed was messed, and there was no one in it. Duo lightly stepped his way through the room, and saw a hunched figure on the balcony. He recognized the lean figure and he knew it was none other than Trowa.

"Trowa....hey...Trowa?" Duo whispered, but there was still no answer. The figure, which was of course Trowa, was climbing onto the balcony, as if he was trying to stand on the railing ready to jump. It took a few seconds for Duo to realize that Trowa actually was going to jump.

"Trowa! Hey! What are you doing man, stop!" Duo cried as he came to grab Trowa by the waist in time. Duo brought Trowa down on the balcony floor, and it was at that time that Duo noticed that Trowa was trembling.

"Are you ok, Trowa?" Duo asked, getting worried, as his arms were still around his waist. (No you people, there's no yaoi in this fic. It's only...like..touching, but hey you'd do the same if your friend was going to jump and was trembling.) Trowa was still trembling, and slowly tears slid down his cheeks, but he brushed them away. Duo was getting worried about his friend, and decided he was going to call Quatre until Trowa stopped trembing.

"I'm fine, Duo...don't worry about me." Trowa said in his usual quiet manner. Duo was surprised that Trowa had become calm after what just happened. Duo had thought there was something wrong with the silent boy, but he acted as if nothing happened.

"Are you sure? I could call Quatre and..." Duo began, but was stopped short.

"No Duo, I'm fine...don't worry about me...please don't tell Quatre about what happened. I don't want to worry him." Trowa said calmly, and walked to the door and opened it. "Thank you for checking up on me anyway." Duo was dumbfounded, but shrugged his shoulders and walked to the door. He stopped at the door and looked at Trowa.

"Hey, you sure you'll be all right? I mean, c'mon, you were going to kill yourself. That's a thing I think Heero would be more reckless to do." Duo replied.

"Sure, I'm fine...don't worry about me, and once again please don't tell Quatre." Trowa answered. Duo blinked a few times and spoke again.

"Ok, if you say so, but don't come to me when your soul is lying in the gutter." Duo said teasingly and left for his room. Duo trusted Trowa on some things, he knew that Trowa was sane in ways like that, and Trowa wasn't as reckless as Heero was, which was one thing that Duo was afraid of. Trowa watched Duo go into his room from his doorway, and as soon as Duo closed the door, Trowa slowly closed his.

[It already has, Duo...it already has...] Trowa thought as he climbed back into bed. Trowa was reluctant to close his eyes, as he feared what nightmares would haunt him, but a something on the wind lulled him to sleep.

Do you hear me calling...a shadow on the wind...is there another place to go, where angels cannot sing...

The next morning Duo was fixing himself some toaster waffles and yawning every few minutes, when Quatre came into the kitchen.

"Good morning, Quatre!" Duo said and did a salute.

"Morning Duo," Quatre said as he got a cup of tea. "You don't have to be in here Duo, the servants can take care of it."

"Na, thought I'd give 'em a day off." Duo replied. Duo suddenly became quiet as he thought about last night. He knew Trowa didn't want him to tell Quatre, but he had to. He was a friend, and friends needed to tell other friends who would be able to help. There's just no use n handling a problem yourself.

[Sorry Trowa, but I have to tell Quatre] Duo thought as he looked up to Quatre. "Hey um, Quatre?"

"Yes Duo?" Quatre answered, stirring in milk and sugar into his tea.

"Last night...um...I heard these noises."

"Mm hmm, and?"

"Well, I went to see where the noise was coming from, and it was from Trowa's room." Duo paused as Quatre suddenly looked up.

"Did something happen?"

"Well, I went into his room and I saw him on the balcony trying to jump off."

"Why would he do that?"

"I don't know, Quatre...but there's definitely something wrong with him. He wouldn't just kill himself like how Heero would." Duo said and took a bite from his waffle.

"You're right. Then I'll go talk to him."

"Look, he told me not to tell you, so maybe I should come with you and apologize to him."

"Why would he want you not to tell me?" Quatre asked.

"Maybe because he wouldn't want to worry you or something." Duo answered.

"Oh." Quatre said as he looked down.

"Something wrong? You don't have to worry Quatre, let's just go talk to him." Duo said brightly.

"All right."

Hiding in the shadows, could silence meet with death, and all of earth's temptations will never bring to rest.

Trowa gazed out the window of his bedroom, staring at the gently falling leaves of autumn. Last night had almost been a horror. He had been dreaming again, of something horribly obscene, something he feared would happen to him, and the others, in the near future. It was vague, but he tried to push it out of his mind. He just hoped that last night hadn't worried Duo. There was a knock at the door.

"Hey Trowa? Can me and Quatre come in?" Duo asked from outside.

[He's told Quatre, I just know it] Trowa thought as he went to the door and opened it.

"Yes Duo? Quatre?" Trowa asked the two. Duo looked at Quatre and Quatre spoke.

"Um, Trowa, Duo told me you tried to kill yourself last night. Is that true? Why would you do that?"

Trowa glowered at Duo and Duo looked away and whistled to himself, and turned back to Quatre.

"Well Quatre, I don't really know, but please don't worry yourself about it...and please Duo, don't worry yourself either." Trowa replied. The other boys exchanged glances and looked back at Trowa. Trowa knew they obviously were getting more worried. Trowa spoke again.

"Please...again don't worry yourselves, I promise I won't do anything like that again."

Quatre nodded and looked at Duo. Quatre smiled because he understood that Duo wanted to talk to Trowa. Duo watched Quatre go downstairs and turned back to Trowa.

"Look man, I'm sorry, I just had to tell him, he's a friend, and he understands more than anybody." Duo said.

"I know that Duo, and that's ok. Just don't concern yourself." Trowa responded. Duo blinked, and then shoved his hands in his pockets and headed downstairs. Trowa stood in the doorway, watching Duo. Trowa clenched his hands and they trembled at his sides and clenched his teeth.

[Why? Why can't I tell them what's wrong with me?!] Trowa cried out inside. Trowa quickly rushed out the door and ran down the stairs out the back doorway. He hoped that no one saw him rush outside, and into the town behind Quatre's estate, but he didn't notice Heero watching him from the window.

Can darkness be unleashed, and terrorize the world, death craves for lost souls, and silence soothes his hunger...

Trowa ran through the marketplace and further toward the city buildings. He finally slowed down to a walk and looked around. He didn't care where he was, he just had to get away...away from himself for now. He stopped walking and saw a pawn shop. He went in and looked around, and saw a dirty-looking man with cold eyes, curly mussed hair and stubble chin. The man at the counter tapped the counter, staring at Trowa look through the shop.

"Hey, you gonna trade something, or buy something?" the man asked in a coarse voice. Trowa saw some guns on a shelf, and pointed to them.

"Those over there, may I see them?" Trowa asked. The man raised an eyebrow and got the guns off the shelf. He displayed them on the counter in front of Trowa. Trowa picked it up and opened the revolver. He glanced at the man again.

"Any bullets?" Trowa asked. The man went into a back room and got out a few boxes of bullets, and placed them on the counter. Trowa picked them up and loaded the gun. Trowa gazed at the gun when something in his mind went off.

"Are you gonna buy that or--hey!" the man yelled as Trowa dashed out the door, and ran as fast as he could, hearing the yells of the pawn shop owner fade behind him. Trowa ran faster and faster, never stopping. His heart was beating fast, and he clutched the gun to his chest, as if it were the only thing in the world that could protect him. He finally slowed down and went into a dark alley. He leaned against the brick wall and gasped for air. Trowa closed his eyes and quivered, shocked at what he had just done. He stared at the gun. His destiny...would begin with this weapon. He was about to walk out of the alley when someone seized him by the shoulders and slammed him against the wall.

"Hey, where you think you're going..." a deep voice said. Trowa opened his eyes and saw a bulky man with filthy torn clothing. Obviously some punk freak. Trowa hid the gun behind his back and glared back at the man. The man walked closer to him, and Trowa could smell the stench of alcohol on his breath. Trowa's mind didn't know what to do, so he was frozen watching the man come closer until the man's chest pressed agaisnt his.

"Wanna spend the night with me, huh?" the man purred as he stroked Trowa's cheek. Trowa was still frozen, though he knew his sub-conscious mind caused him to pull out the gun. Total fear mixed with ruthlessness caused Trowa to pull the trigger on the gun and shot at the man's arm. The man jerked away and screamed in pain and grabbed his shoulder, and looked at the bullet wound.

"You! Ah!" the man screamed and wailed as Trowa shot at the man, again in the other shoulder, and legs, again and again. The man fell back and he glared up at Trowa standing over him.

"You...are...satan..." the man gasped.

"No...I am...the silencer," Trowa said plainly and aimed the gun at the man's head. The man's eyes widened and screamed as Trowa shot him dead center int he head. The man fell back dead, and nothing but bleeding bone, flesh and fabric lay in the darkened alley. Trowa lowered the gun and stared at the deceased corpse that deserved to float down to whatever hell judgement gave him. Trowa then broke out and started crying, tears streaming down his cheeks, and he punched at the dead body, and he punched at his stomach, to hold back his nausea. He looked back at the body and got some of the blood flowing from the fresh wounds and smeared it on his face, on his arms and tore at his clothes and smeared more blood on his shaking body. Trowa slowly got up and cried out, and inhaled deep breaths and calmed down and stood up straight. He looked at the gun, then his hand, the fresh blood oozing from his hand. He turned around and looked at the body. He swore he could see it's wailing spirit drift downward into the abyss of the underworld. A dark looming figure immersed from the shadows, and a bright green glow shown in what could've been it's eyes, and dissolved into the murky dimension of horror. Trowa looked back at his hand. The blood...red with rage, war, and killing...murder...he had murdered someone. His eyes glowed ablaze like an unnatural phenomena.

"My destiny...is to meet with death..." Trowa said, and again the whisper echoed.

Come my child we will begin a new foundation, walk with me in the shadows, and the dead will never rise...