Title: Angel of War

Author: angel zeniko-chan

Email: zeni24@hotmail.com (I have msn, if you want to talk to me then just add me.)

Rating: hints of 1x2/2x1

Summary: During a mission, Heero dies, but then comes to life to comfort his friends

Author's notes: heehee... this is one sad fic... kinda, but it get's happier at the end. Please read and review!!!

Disclaimer: I do not own any Gundam Wing characters... to bad... I wish I did.

"speaking"

'thinking'

flash backs

*** time gap or POV change

Angel of War

Duo jumped out of his gundam, Deathscythe as fast as he could and ran towards the wreckage of Wing, Heero's gundam. In the corner of his tear streaked eye, he saw the other pilots do the same.

They had gotten along much better and were way better friends then before. Last night, they had stayed up listening to each other share their stories about the pain they went through. It had started off when they'd saw Heero without his shirt. All over his back, there were old scars. They'd questioned him so much that the confused Japanese pilot had nothing else to do but tell them how he had gotten them.

After that night, there were no more secrets. They had been all shared. Then their boss had to beep in and send them on a mission.

They'd reluctantly agreed, due to Heero's obsession over missons being complated and jumped in their gundams which headed for the OZ base, saving their discussions til later.

Apparently, OZ had been prepared and took a shot at Wufei and Duo with their prototype of a secret weapon while they were busy fighting off other mobile suits.

Aware of the threat, Heero jumped in front of the two gundams and took the full shot in his chest.

At that time, Duo saw red. He remembered nothing but not sparing any OZ's life. He went on a massive killing spree, along with the other gundams.

Then realizing what has just happened, he jumped out of his suit, running towards his fallen friend.

As if on display, Heero's shirt was in tatters, a giant gaping hole on his chest poured with blood. A beam of moonlight shone on his pale face, making him seem more angelical then Duo ever dreamed. His Prussain eyes were staring up, looking at the night sky.

"Heero! Heero!" Duo called, running to his friend's side. He stared at the damage, taking hold of Heero's cold hand. "You can't!" He suddenly cried. "You can't leave!"

Heero smiled a sweet smile despite all the pain he was feeling. Nothing like they've ever seen on his face. He could feel all the love that he was surrounded in. He knew that he was going to die. There was no time to take him to see Sally Po, their doctor. He was losing too much blood.

'Too bad it's taking my leaving to realize that.' He thought, wryly, looking up to see his fellow pilots.

Quatre and Trowa were holding hands. Quatre was sobbing in Trowa's chest, while Trowa had tears in his normally empty-looking eyes. Wufei was subconsciously wiping away his tears with the back of his hands.

And Duo. Duo was sobbing, his head just above Heero's.

Heero painfully reached one weak hand up. He softly brushed away Duo's tears, but they kept coming. "Tears... for me?" He asked, addressing everyone.

They all nodded and knelt down beside him, feeling useless. Here was one of their closest friends, and he was dying, but they coujldn't do anything for him.

"You can't die, Heero." Wufei's voice sounded weak for the first time in many, many years.

"We've been through everything." Everyone heard Trowa's voice shake. "We've survived everything..." He himself felt the tears roll down his cheeks and he took his hand from Quatre's grip and punched the ground. "God damn it! You can't die Heero!"

Heero weakly took Trowa's hand in his own. He smiled, ignoring all the pain as he spoke his last words.

"Take care of each other, k? You're all very strong. You don't need a leader."

At this, Quatre and Duo were about to protest, but Heero raised one finger to his lips, silencing them. "I always knew that I was to die in battle. Don't blame yourselves... It's not your fault." And this he directed to Duo and Wufei. Then he continued, the pain growing worse.

"I'm glad I... met all of you... You're like the brothers I... never had... The... family I never... remembered..."

His voice now came in short gasps. "I-I... love... y-you... all... D-don't... f-forget... m-me..." His eyes closed for the last time and he smiled.

'Love you all...' The wind seemed to say as one boy died in the middle of a battlefield. But he died surrounded by the love he felt from the four pilots whom he considered as family.

"HEERO!!!" Four voices cried as one as the remaining pilots weeped loudly for the loss of one of them.

***

Thousands lay in their beds, sobbing of the one boy who has survived everything to get them the peace they now had. The name Heero Yuy would remain in their minds and in their hearts forever and ever because he was a hero. He fought for their freedom... for peace...

Of these thousands of people, 4 particular ones had taken Heero's death hard. Really hard.

Each gundam pilot lay in their own beds. They didn't eat, didn't move, all they did was cry.

***

One lonely boy watched them from above. He was crying as well. "Move on..." He whispered, but he knew very well that they would not hear him.

He lay back on a white fluffy cloud, fluttering his blacks wings. He was in heaven, but because he had killed so many people, he had black wings. Until he could prove himself worthy, then they would stay black.

Heero Yuy.

Heero looked up. "Yes?" He asked.

You've been giving your mission.

***

Trowa was laying on his bed. His hair fell back onto the fluffly white pillows, showing the dark green eyes which were filled with tears. Tears for Heero. They had gotten along before, when they were seperated. Heero brought a bit more of him out, and also gave Trowa some advice which the assasin who brought him up, Odin Lowe who was also his adopted father, had told him. Use your emotions.

Now, he was showing them a bit more then usual. He knew that he had to go comfort Quatre, because Quatre was alightly psychic and he always felt other people's pain.

But he couldn't get up. He continued staring at the lights on the celing.

"Damn you, Heero. Why did you have to leave?"

He wasn't expecting an answer and was so surprised when he got one that he rolled of the bed and hit his head against his drawer.

"My time was up."

Trowa painfully and slowly turned his head towards the voice. He was afraid to find who it was. It sounded like Heero. But that wasn't right... Heero was dead... right?

It was Heero. He stood at the doorway, leaning on the door frame. He was dressed in a pair of black pants and a loose white top with the top four buttons undone, showing his chest. His brown hair was unruly, like usual and his cobalt-blue eyes twinkled, reminding Trowa of the stars in the night sky.

"But..." Trowa slowly got up and stepped back. "You're dead..."

Heero stayed at the door. His face saddened. "I know."

Unexpectedly, Trowa launched himself on top of the startled boy who was surprised at the amount of emotion the unibanged boy was showing.

Trowa hugged the boy hard, surprised that he could. "You're solid." He remarked.

Heero nodded, then arched his back, showing the black wings which sprouted from his back. "I'm an angel."

Trowa looked at them then reached one hand to touch the features. They were soft under his touch. "Why are they black?" He asked softly.

Heero smiled, sadly. "I killed too much. I have to prove my worth by helping others before they will turn back." He took Trowa's hands in his own. "Don't forget me. I'll watch over you."

The dark brown haired boy hugged his friend one last time before a beam of light descended on him and he disappeared.

Trowa smiled. He climbed into his bed and fell asleep peacefully, knowing that he and the others had a guardian angel watching their backs.

angel zeniko-chan: It's so sad!!! Poor Heero-chan... but don't worry, it get happier... always happens to all of my fics. Review please!!!