Standard Disclaimers apply: I don't own Gundam ~sigh~ wish I did... *cries really loudly* I love those
boys!!!
Parings: 1x2 3x4 5x?
Romance and Angst (gomen)
Please ignore my bad spelling and non-excitant grammar
Dedicated to a good friend who lives on the other side of the world... Love ya always Cas...
"Wild regrets and bloody sweats none know so well as I; for he who lives more lives then one,
more deaths then one must die."
-Oscar Wilde
Angel With Metal Wings
Code Name 01 - A Promise Made
"Heero?" A small five year old boy with already long chestnut turned to his comrade. "We'll be
together always right? You won't ever leave me right?" Heero looked into the violet eyes of his
companion. "Hn, always baka, always and forever..."
~*~*~*~
"Heero!!!! Help me don't let them take me" The cries fell on deaf ears as the violet eyed child was
dragged away in the dead of night. "I don't wanna go! Let me go! Heeeeeerrrrrooooo...."
Across the street in a small blue house with a white picket fence and a well cared for lawn, a boy
awoke. Sweat soaked and panting, normally unruly dark brown hair was plaster to his forehead.
Shaking away the nightmare he tried to calm himself. It must have been a dream. Duo would laugh at
him if he knew that he was afraid of the dark. Laughing softly he rolled over in bead and once more
welcomed slumber.
Across town now, a small figured whimpered in the corner as a large man walked toward him. "It's a
great honour to be chosen little one. You will be great I can see that." The small figure watched as the
man came towards him. Trying vainly to disappear into the floor, the young one made himself small as
humanly possible. "Heero..." he whimpered softly the man was close enough to touch now, and that's
when the pain began. That first night Duo was stripped of his dignity as well as the skin on his back. A
five years old chosen since birth to fulfill his duty.
As he lay bleeding on the floor, one thought penetrated his pain fogged mind, Heero. Blue eyes the
colour of the sky during the summer months, and hair that never bowed to a brush. Duo made a
promise to himself that night as he lay alone with his thoughts. He would not cry, no matter what he
would not make a sound, he would be strong for Heero and one day he would see his best friend once
more.
~*~*~*~
15 years later...
He was the best of the best, silent as the night, swift, clean, and merciless. Once he was hired he never
stopped till the job was done. Shigimi, they called him the God of Death. In his own mind he was
nothing, just a tool to be used and then discarded. After all who would ever love what he had become..
Long hip length chestnut hair was slowly and painfully unravelled. Duo winced as his fingers made
contact with a large cut on his scalp. "Baka..." he said softly, as he tried to get his fatigued limbs to
cooperate. Finally succeeding he stripped down to nothing and stepped into the already running
shower. The warm water was heavenly, spending only a few moments on the sensations Duo grabbed a
bar of soap and proceeded to quickly and efficiently clean his new wounds.
Completing his task he turned off the shower, and stepped out. Shivering as the cooler air touched his
skin tying a towel around his waist and turned to the mirror. Staring back at him was a rather sorry
looking creature indeed. All of five feet five inches tall Duo was not the most imposing looking person.
Not a good thing especially in his line of work.. Sighing he took stalk of his latest injuries, several fresh
cuts on his arms and a few new ones on his torso told the tale.
New and scars alike adored the body of this rather fragile looking man. At the age of twenty he had
seen more of the evil side of human nature then he cared for. Scares crisscrossed his back from where
the whip had punished him many times. Varying sizes of scars every ware on his body told of a master
swordsman. But the crown jewel of all theses scars was his arms. Picking up his brush, Duo idly mused
about the long ugly scar that ran from his elbow to wrist on the inside of his arms.
Such a long time ago... he mused. It's true the great stalker of the night had once tried to end his own
life. He remembered it so well, he had one day just grown so weary of his life. Picking up his sword he
had slashed the insides of both arms. Sitting on the bathroom floor he had watched as the blood
dripped off the ends of his fingers onto the black and white tiling.
He had thought at the time the tiling on the floor was so much like his own life. Black and white. There
was no room for gray in his line of work. No reason to go on. It was at that moment when his life
changed. He remembered a promise made a long time ago a child of five who promised to be together
with him forever. "Heero..." the man in mirror looked up from his task, it had been then he had dragged
himself out of the washroom and somehow to his car. Dizzy, and nauseous he had finally made his way
to the hospital where he survived anther day. The scars on his arms show a promise made.
Finishing rebraiding his hair Duo Maxwell slowly and labouriously began to dress. Pulling on his usually
ensemble tight black pants and a black turtle. Flipping his gold cross out from under his shirt he once
more stared at the mirror. Large violet eyes took up most of his face, years of hard labour had left there
mark as a pale and gaunt man stared back. He was thin, even he could see that, ribs sticking out,
shaking away his thoughts he left the bathroom. Bare foot and silent he walked a short distance to the
door. Grabbing his leather jacket he quickly pulled it on and zipped it halfway up. Turning slightly he
carefully picked up him second most prized possession.
His sword, nothing fancy with a plain leather grip and a fine steel blade. The only adornment being the
ornamental dragon carved the length of the blade. It was second only to the rather ratty and dog eared
clipping from a magazine. Taking the picture out of his pants pocket Duo looked on the face of his
beloved, Heero... those blue eyes that enchanted his soul and made him want to continue this shame of
a life. Even if it was only to briefly see the angel of his life. Carefully he tucked the picture back in his
pocket, he always had it with him were ever he went.
Still silent as a shadow Duo slung the blade over one shoulder. Stepping out of his tiny apartment he
headed down the hall. Duo lived in a seeder section of town and that was fine with him. All the better to
work in. Heading out of the rundown building acting as an apartment complex Duo made his way to
one of his favourite haunts. The local Darkside bar was in full swing. No decent person in there right
mind would frequent a place like this. Drug dealers made a fortune, whores plied there trade, and local
killers for hire found jobs.
Entering the bar unobserved, Duo made his way to his usual booth in the corner. The serving girl in high
heels, black mini-skirt and haler top slunk her way over to take his order. Duo silently held up his finger
for the draft on tap. The waitress eyed him in a blatant invitation and slunk over to the bar to get his
drink. No I wait for Heero , he thought. For years of friendship had eventual evolved into love for
Duo. Heero had been the only one to truly care for him. He had been Duo's light through the pain and
suffering. One day he would go to Heero again and maybe he would have a chance at happiness. But
not now, no. He was tainted with the blood of other and of his own.
"...This is important..." Duo idly listened to the conversation in the booth next to him as he waited for
the bar wench to return. "He's Releana Peacecrafts boy toy". Duo perked up a bit, Releana was very
well know throughout earth. President of the world and all keeping the peace, and all that what good
had she done for him? "I want it done right the first time, I know he will not have protection for a fact.
He is well versed in ways to protect himself". A second voice was now heard from "No worries mate,
just give me the name and he's as good as dead". Duo leaned forward a bit, as much as he hated to
admit he wanted to know who the poor bastard was. "Heero Yuy" said the first voice.
Duo froze in shock, his blood ran cold. Heero...My Heero...no... Duo stood to confront the men only
to find they had already left. Adjusting his sword, Duo quickly left the bar and a confused and slightly
mad waitress. Heero Heero Heero... the though keep repeating all the way to Duo's apartment.
Silently he once more grabbed a small and very worn black knapsack and stuffed his few possessions
inside. Making haste he quickly left as fast as he had come. He would go to Heero and protect him. He
could do it. After all who knew the mind of an assassin better then an assassin...
TBC...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
samptra: Well what ya think? Hun?
T: Well it sucks...
samptra: *crying* it's my first fic give me a break ya know *sobbing* it's gonna be a lemon...
T: Baka *hits author with rather large and ponted stick*
samptra: *swirly star eyes*
T: Stupid idiot, and a henti I can't belive I abmit to knowing you...
samptra: *flashing V sign* thanks T I knew you loved me
T: *sweatdrops*
samptra: Anyway I'd like some reviews no flames please becuse your hurt my tender feeling *chibi
eyes* and I might get the second chapter up soon hehehhehehehehehe...... peace out.
boys!!!
Parings: 1x2 3x4 5x?
Romance and Angst (gomen)
Please ignore my bad spelling and non-excitant grammar
Dedicated to a good friend who lives on the other side of the world... Love ya always Cas...
"Wild regrets and bloody sweats none know so well as I; for he who lives more lives then one,
more deaths then one must die."
-Oscar Wilde
Angel With Metal Wings
Code Name 01 - A Promise Made
"Heero?" A small five year old boy with already long chestnut turned to his comrade. "We'll be
together always right? You won't ever leave me right?" Heero looked into the violet eyes of his
companion. "Hn, always baka, always and forever..."
~*~*~*~
"Heero!!!! Help me don't let them take me" The cries fell on deaf ears as the violet eyed child was
dragged away in the dead of night. "I don't wanna go! Let me go! Heeeeeerrrrrooooo...."
Across the street in a small blue house with a white picket fence and a well cared for lawn, a boy
awoke. Sweat soaked and panting, normally unruly dark brown hair was plaster to his forehead.
Shaking away the nightmare he tried to calm himself. It must have been a dream. Duo would laugh at
him if he knew that he was afraid of the dark. Laughing softly he rolled over in bead and once more
welcomed slumber.
Across town now, a small figured whimpered in the corner as a large man walked toward him. "It's a
great honour to be chosen little one. You will be great I can see that." The small figure watched as the
man came towards him. Trying vainly to disappear into the floor, the young one made himself small as
humanly possible. "Heero..." he whimpered softly the man was close enough to touch now, and that's
when the pain began. That first night Duo was stripped of his dignity as well as the skin on his back. A
five years old chosen since birth to fulfill his duty.
As he lay bleeding on the floor, one thought penetrated his pain fogged mind, Heero. Blue eyes the
colour of the sky during the summer months, and hair that never bowed to a brush. Duo made a
promise to himself that night as he lay alone with his thoughts. He would not cry, no matter what he
would not make a sound, he would be strong for Heero and one day he would see his best friend once
more.
~*~*~*~
15 years later...
He was the best of the best, silent as the night, swift, clean, and merciless. Once he was hired he never
stopped till the job was done. Shigimi, they called him the God of Death. In his own mind he was
nothing, just a tool to be used and then discarded. After all who would ever love what he had become..
Long hip length chestnut hair was slowly and painfully unravelled. Duo winced as his fingers made
contact with a large cut on his scalp. "Baka..." he said softly, as he tried to get his fatigued limbs to
cooperate. Finally succeeding he stripped down to nothing and stepped into the already running
shower. The warm water was heavenly, spending only a few moments on the sensations Duo grabbed a
bar of soap and proceeded to quickly and efficiently clean his new wounds.
Completing his task he turned off the shower, and stepped out. Shivering as the cooler air touched his
skin tying a towel around his waist and turned to the mirror. Staring back at him was a rather sorry
looking creature indeed. All of five feet five inches tall Duo was not the most imposing looking person.
Not a good thing especially in his line of work.. Sighing he took stalk of his latest injuries, several fresh
cuts on his arms and a few new ones on his torso told the tale.
New and scars alike adored the body of this rather fragile looking man. At the age of twenty he had
seen more of the evil side of human nature then he cared for. Scares crisscrossed his back from where
the whip had punished him many times. Varying sizes of scars every ware on his body told of a master
swordsman. But the crown jewel of all theses scars was his arms. Picking up his brush, Duo idly mused
about the long ugly scar that ran from his elbow to wrist on the inside of his arms.
Such a long time ago... he mused. It's true the great stalker of the night had once tried to end his own
life. He remembered it so well, he had one day just grown so weary of his life. Picking up his sword he
had slashed the insides of both arms. Sitting on the bathroom floor he had watched as the blood
dripped off the ends of his fingers onto the black and white tiling.
He had thought at the time the tiling on the floor was so much like his own life. Black and white. There
was no room for gray in his line of work. No reason to go on. It was at that moment when his life
changed. He remembered a promise made a long time ago a child of five who promised to be together
with him forever. "Heero..." the man in mirror looked up from his task, it had been then he had dragged
himself out of the washroom and somehow to his car. Dizzy, and nauseous he had finally made his way
to the hospital where he survived anther day. The scars on his arms show a promise made.
Finishing rebraiding his hair Duo Maxwell slowly and labouriously began to dress. Pulling on his usually
ensemble tight black pants and a black turtle. Flipping his gold cross out from under his shirt he once
more stared at the mirror. Large violet eyes took up most of his face, years of hard labour had left there
mark as a pale and gaunt man stared back. He was thin, even he could see that, ribs sticking out,
shaking away his thoughts he left the bathroom. Bare foot and silent he walked a short distance to the
door. Grabbing his leather jacket he quickly pulled it on and zipped it halfway up. Turning slightly he
carefully picked up him second most prized possession.
His sword, nothing fancy with a plain leather grip and a fine steel blade. The only adornment being the
ornamental dragon carved the length of the blade. It was second only to the rather ratty and dog eared
clipping from a magazine. Taking the picture out of his pants pocket Duo looked on the face of his
beloved, Heero... those blue eyes that enchanted his soul and made him want to continue this shame of
a life. Even if it was only to briefly see the angel of his life. Carefully he tucked the picture back in his
pocket, he always had it with him were ever he went.
Still silent as a shadow Duo slung the blade over one shoulder. Stepping out of his tiny apartment he
headed down the hall. Duo lived in a seeder section of town and that was fine with him. All the better to
work in. Heading out of the rundown building acting as an apartment complex Duo made his way to
one of his favourite haunts. The local Darkside bar was in full swing. No decent person in there right
mind would frequent a place like this. Drug dealers made a fortune, whores plied there trade, and local
killers for hire found jobs.
Entering the bar unobserved, Duo made his way to his usual booth in the corner. The serving girl in high
heels, black mini-skirt and haler top slunk her way over to take his order. Duo silently held up his finger
for the draft on tap. The waitress eyed him in a blatant invitation and slunk over to the bar to get his
drink. No I wait for Heero , he thought. For years of friendship had eventual evolved into love for
Duo. Heero had been the only one to truly care for him. He had been Duo's light through the pain and
suffering. One day he would go to Heero again and maybe he would have a chance at happiness. But
not now, no. He was tainted with the blood of other and of his own.
"...This is important..." Duo idly listened to the conversation in the booth next to him as he waited for
the bar wench to return. "He's Releana Peacecrafts boy toy". Duo perked up a bit, Releana was very
well know throughout earth. President of the world and all keeping the peace, and all that what good
had she done for him? "I want it done right the first time, I know he will not have protection for a fact.
He is well versed in ways to protect himself". A second voice was now heard from "No worries mate,
just give me the name and he's as good as dead". Duo leaned forward a bit, as much as he hated to
admit he wanted to know who the poor bastard was. "Heero Yuy" said the first voice.
Duo froze in shock, his blood ran cold. Heero...My Heero...no... Duo stood to confront the men only
to find they had already left. Adjusting his sword, Duo quickly left the bar and a confused and slightly
mad waitress. Heero Heero Heero... the though keep repeating all the way to Duo's apartment.
Silently he once more grabbed a small and very worn black knapsack and stuffed his few possessions
inside. Making haste he quickly left as fast as he had come. He would go to Heero and protect him. He
could do it. After all who knew the mind of an assassin better then an assassin...
TBC...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
samptra: Well what ya think? Hun?
T: Well it sucks...
samptra: *crying* it's my first fic give me a break ya know *sobbing* it's gonna be a lemon...
T: Baka *hits author with rather large and ponted stick*
samptra: *swirly star eyes*
T: Stupid idiot, and a henti I can't belive I abmit to knowing you...
samptra: *flashing V sign* thanks T I knew you loved me
T: *sweatdrops*
samptra: Anyway I'd like some reviews no flames please becuse your hurt my tender feeling *chibi
eyes* and I might get the second chapter up soon hehehhehehehehehe...... peace out.