Masters Of War

Ceremonial Blood

Chapter One: Dona eis requiem

Come you masters of war

You that build the big guns

You that build the death planes

You that build the bombs

You that hide behind walls

You that hide behind desks

I just want you to know

I can see through your masks

You that never done nothin'

But build to destroy

You play with my world

Like it's your little toy

You put a gun in my hand

And you hide from my eyes

And you turn and run farther

When the fast bullets fly

Like Judas of old

You lie and deceive

The war can be won

You want me to believe

But I see through your eyes

And I see through your brain

Like I see through the water

That runs down a drain

You fasten all the triggers

For the others to fire

Then you sit back and watch

As the death count grows higher

You hide in your mansions

While the young people's blood

Flows out of their bodies

And is buried in the mud

How much do I know?

But to talk out of turn

You might say that I'm young

You might say I'm unlearned

But there's one thing I know

Though I'm younger than you

I will never forgive what you do

Let me ask you one question

Is your money that good?

Will it buy you forgiveness?

Do you think that it could?

I think you will find

When your death takes its toll

All that money will never

Buy back your soul

.........

And your death will come soon

I'll follow your casket

On a pale afternoon

I'll watch as you're lowered

Unto your death bed

Then I'll stand over your grave

Till I'm sure you are dead

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It is in the human nature to want impossible things frequently, if not the same thing than thousands of others. As diverse as people are their wants and wishes were just as diverse if not more complicated. But Duo's was simple and he had also found that the simpler it was the harder it was to achieve. Which is why he wasn't surprised when he wasn't able to get any sleep for the third day in a row. The assassination of Silvia Noventa wasn't the only thing troubling him; the news of the possibility of another war frightened him. It wasn't the fighting, or the possibility of his dying. He didn't want Hilde to be alone. He didn't want Hilde or their unborn child to be in any danger whatsoever, not because he didn't want them to go through pain as much as he was selfish and wanted them with him always. The others would laugh at him, especially Wufei if he told them this, and Hilde would make him swear to forget about it. So he held it in, tucked away like so many other things in his life. It looked like the God of Death would be coming back again and so help him that assassin would be the first to die.

He rolled over and looked at his wife, who was fast asleep, one hand tucked under her head, a pouting look on her face. Dreaming. Lightly, he traced his fingers around her face and down her neck and back up again, she stirred but did not awaken. He felt his trademark grin forming on his face and he welcomed it. Why the hell should I be lethargic at a time like this! I'm awake aren't I? Hell Yes! Resisting the urge to leap out of the bed, and it was a hard urge to resist, he slipped lightly out onto the floor and grabbed his jacket and boots. He was going to visit a good friend.

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The monster out of hell for most people almost greeted Duo with a smile, or least he imagined that it did. The great black wings were folded around its body, the giant scythe concealed, even so to anyone else it would seem ominous. He loved it.

"Welcome to the great temple of Shinigami," he exclaimed glad to say the words at last. "Hey ol' buddy glad to see ya again it's been what? Six hours now?"

Hauling himself into the cockpit, he was washed over with the feeling that this was where he belonged, a darkness that suited him and Deathscythe. It wasn't an evil darkness merely one which plainly stated he knew what he had done in this cockpit and was not at all remorseful. There was only one problem: Deathscythe wasn't supposed to be around. With the upkeep of the Sweeper business there had been plenty of junk filled hangers in which to store his friend. Thank Shinigami for practicality.

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*Flashback*

He was staring into space. The Earth. He didn't belong there. He didn't belong anywhere. A blue sphere with a silver sheen and diamond stars surrounding it. He wanted to leave it, he wanted to leave it all. He wanted to float out into the cool darkness of space and rest there until he died. Operation Meteor had started a war. A war that run its course. But it didn't fell any different to him, it was like waiting for a mission. The usual calm before being called into a battle. Was that what peace supposed to feel like?

" Heero?"

" Relena." She stood in the doorway her hand resting over her heart.

" The war is over."

" I know."

She took a few steps toward him, " You won't have to kill anyone ever again."

He returned his gaze to the Earth so she couldn't see the doubt in his eyes, "Probably not."

Pause.

" So what are you going to do?" She looked so concerned.

" I've never lived in a world without war. I thought that maybe I'd try to live in this one." That would satisfy her, no need for her to worry. " But that's all I can say for now."

" Then you can come with me! ...No that would be too much to ask," She turned away this time, then whipped back around as if she had come to a decision. " This is best Heero. You should see with your own eyes the world without war that you helped to create."

Such pride for him.

Relena.

The war is over.

I know.

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That had been before Mariemaia. And Mariemaia's incident had been the last time he had allowed himself to see Relena. He had almost decided that it was his existence that caused war to continue on and on. But that very idea was selfish and naive. And now he found himself in the Sanc Kingdom watching the pain that that bullet had inflicted on her. He had intended on only watching her from a distance, keeping to the shadows, avoiding confrontation however for the first time ever he couldn't control himself. And by the time he had decided to turn back she had spotted him.

" Heero!" She cried throwing open the doors to her balcony and pitching herself into his arms. " I don't know what to do! Please tell me what I should do!"

He picked her up and carried her back inside. Shit. I shouldn't have come. She looked up at him, her eyes underlined with dark rings from lack of sleep and worry. He laid her in the bed.

" You've been working too hard. Get some sleep. You can't fix this problem without being strong, and you won't be strong if you run yourself ragged."

" Where have you been? I've missed you so much, and I've wanted to tell you-"

He raised a hand to silence her.

" I shouldn't have come." He turned back to exit when he felt her arms around him.

" Don't go yet! Heero, I'm sorry. Please stay?" She tightened her hold on him when he turned around, creating a desire in him he had been controlling. Longing. He wanted to hold her and assure her that things would be fine. He wanted to wipe away her tears, and let her know that he would do anything for her. He couldn't do those things. And when she found out what he had done she would hate him. Like the rest of the world had all of his life.

He pressed his lips to her's in a harsh, chaste kiss. And when he pulled away he whispered grimly, "No, Relena, I'm the one who should be sorry."

And he left her standing bewildered as the morning light poured in.

So how was this one? Feedback? Sorry this chapter is short; they'll get longer.

I do not own " Masters of War" by Bob Dylan.... However I left out a lyric or two and changed a couple of lines if you want to know what they were look them up or send me feedback!

I do not own Gundam Wing either.

Dona eis requiem- means " Give them peace" I believe -if I'm wrong let me know!!

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