Bom Dia. In this ch., there will be next to no dialogue and I will be switching around between scenes. They will be signaled with this ///////////////////////// This is the final ch. of the Gundam Crossed Lovers saga, but this is not the end of my ever so slightly twisted forays into authoressdom. Read all my other stuff too! PLEASE!?!? Just remember, I borrow the wonderful G-boys and have strange dreams in which I own them, but I haven't scraped up enough money to buy them yet. Yet. Donations much appreciated!!! Anyway, now that I'm done with my shameless self promotion, on with the fic.
-MONDAY-
Pagan knocks on the door of Relena's suite in the Peacecraft mansion. A certain Mr. Chang is here to see her. When he receives no answer, he twists the knob and enters, calling her name. Then he sees her in a chair, blood from her slit wrists pooling on her nightgown.
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Duo is pacing around in his apartment impatiently. Relena is sleeping in his room. He hasn't told her that Heero hasn't replied to any of the mail he or Trowa have sent. It's been almost a day, and he usually reads his mail as soon as he gets it. Perspiration beads on his brow.
'I'm driving up there and checking on him,' he thinks, 'He could be in trouble.' He leaves a brief note to Relena on the counter and gets into his car.
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Heero is watching the news in the flat he's rented under a false name. The false name is bearable, but the false beard itches. His laptop ran out of batteries, so he's recharging it slowly as to not attract attention with massive power use. Then a story catches his attention.
"And this seems to be the week for millionaire deaths in San Diego," the bubbly blonde news caster announces, "After the shootings of former Gundam pilots Melliardo Peacecraft and Quatre Rebarba Winner, there has been yet another tragedy." Heero smiles faintly at the newscaster calling Zechs a "Gundam pilot". "Mr. Peacecraft's younger sister was found her room after having suicided. Her butler Pagan-"
Heero switches off the TV. "No," he whispers to himself, "It can't be..."
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The wake of Relena Peacecraft was as large and impressive as her brother's. A few of them hear a faint noise overhead, but ignore it.
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It was a little known fact that the Gundams had not actually been destroyed at the end of the Marimeia conflict. Instead the had been hidden in the ocean in case there was ever need for them and propaganda had been spread about their "destruction". Heero mentally thanks Duo for that idea as he hovers over San Diego in Wing Zero.
It was such a perfect solution. When he self detonated, all his enemies would die. In the grip of the Zero system, which his grief weakened body could not shake off, he neglected to think of the millions of non-enemies that would die. But the remains of the White Fang would die. The evil Quatre feared from them would never come to pass. The Peacecrafts, who had forced him away from Relena, would die. In his Zero induced madness he forgot that the only man responsible was already dead. But the most important thing is his death. Once Wing Zero self detonated, Heero would die. He would join Relena. His fingers reached towards the button. 'Let the newscasters chew over this.' he thought. 'They are my enemies too.'
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Relena wakes up to the sound of crumbling buildings. She looks out the window to see structure after structure dissolve in the blast of an enormous explosion. Then a piece of metal hits her on the head and she doesn't feel the apartment complex she's in turn to dust.
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Duo is speeding down the highway towards Heero's hideout. He is doing close to 100 mph, driven by a sense of urgency he cannot explain. He suddenly stops as the enormous mushroom cloud that was once San Diego billow into the sky. He knows it is too late. With his soul weighted down with unspeakable grief, he joins the others at the side of the highway to stare at the tragedy.
"Just like that damned English play," he whispers to himself, "But much, much worse."
-End
Well, I warned you. Twisted ending. The ultimate suicide. I'm feeling a little strange, so I'll skip the clever closing. Read my other stuff, and good night everyone.
-TBS
-MONDAY-
Pagan knocks on the door of Relena's suite in the Peacecraft mansion. A certain Mr. Chang is here to see her. When he receives no answer, he twists the knob and enters, calling her name. Then he sees her in a chair, blood from her slit wrists pooling on her nightgown.
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Duo is pacing around in his apartment impatiently. Relena is sleeping in his room. He hasn't told her that Heero hasn't replied to any of the mail he or Trowa have sent. It's been almost a day, and he usually reads his mail as soon as he gets it. Perspiration beads on his brow.
'I'm driving up there and checking on him,' he thinks, 'He could be in trouble.' He leaves a brief note to Relena on the counter and gets into his car.
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Heero is watching the news in the flat he's rented under a false name. The false name is bearable, but the false beard itches. His laptop ran out of batteries, so he's recharging it slowly as to not attract attention with massive power use. Then a story catches his attention.
"And this seems to be the week for millionaire deaths in San Diego," the bubbly blonde news caster announces, "After the shootings of former Gundam pilots Melliardo Peacecraft and Quatre Rebarba Winner, there has been yet another tragedy." Heero smiles faintly at the newscaster calling Zechs a "Gundam pilot". "Mr. Peacecraft's younger sister was found her room after having suicided. Her butler Pagan-"
Heero switches off the TV. "No," he whispers to himself, "It can't be..."
/////////////////////////
The wake of Relena Peacecraft was as large and impressive as her brother's. A few of them hear a faint noise overhead, but ignore it.
/////////////////////////
It was a little known fact that the Gundams had not actually been destroyed at the end of the Marimeia conflict. Instead the had been hidden in the ocean in case there was ever need for them and propaganda had been spread about their "destruction". Heero mentally thanks Duo for that idea as he hovers over San Diego in Wing Zero.
It was such a perfect solution. When he self detonated, all his enemies would die. In the grip of the Zero system, which his grief weakened body could not shake off, he neglected to think of the millions of non-enemies that would die. But the remains of the White Fang would die. The evil Quatre feared from them would never come to pass. The Peacecrafts, who had forced him away from Relena, would die. In his Zero induced madness he forgot that the only man responsible was already dead. But the most important thing is his death. Once Wing Zero self detonated, Heero would die. He would join Relena. His fingers reached towards the button. 'Let the newscasters chew over this.' he thought. 'They are my enemies too.'
/////////////////////////
Relena wakes up to the sound of crumbling buildings. She looks out the window to see structure after structure dissolve in the blast of an enormous explosion. Then a piece of metal hits her on the head and she doesn't feel the apartment complex she's in turn to dust.
/////////////////////////
Duo is speeding down the highway towards Heero's hideout. He is doing close to 100 mph, driven by a sense of urgency he cannot explain. He suddenly stops as the enormous mushroom cloud that was once San Diego billow into the sky. He knows it is too late. With his soul weighted down with unspeakable grief, he joins the others at the side of the highway to stare at the tragedy.
"Just like that damned English play," he whispers to himself, "But much, much worse."
-End
Well, I warned you. Twisted ending. The ultimate suicide. I'm feeling a little strange, so I'll skip the clever closing. Read my other stuff, and good night everyone.
-TBS