Hello- Gundam fans-
I am animefreak5483- I am new to the gundam fan fic universe in most respects-
Anyway enjoy - please r and r. Tell me if I messed up anything or if you like it- whatever
I don't own gundam wing or any of the characters :)
Life is indeed an endless waltz, but for now a war was avoided. It was only two months since the gundams had come to the rescue once again; they had put down operation meteor and stopped the Barton's sinister plot.
Life for everyone went back to normal. Duo went back to his life with Hilde, Quatre and his crew continued their work, Trowa was happy at the circus and even Wufei found some sense of peace working with the Preventors. Everyone had their place, everyone except for the 'perfect solider,' that is. Heero had had enough of the blood shed and pain of being just a tool in someone else's plans. After the destruction of Wing Zero he promised he would never kill again. For the first few weeks he enjoyed his new freedoms. He and the rest of the group had spent time together just hanging out and relaxing.
But now, once the rest of the guys went back to their normal lives he was alone.
He found himself wandering the streets looking up at the sky. He would return to his apartment alone. Sit and do nothing but tinker with a few machines he was working on. To a man who always had missions and observations to guide him before Heero was now lost.
That's when his computer beeped. He rarely answered it any more. They would be just more requests for him to become the perfect solider again. But this time was different. This was a task that Heero knew would end the loneliness and the unknown and new feelings he had let himself feel. He hated what he had become… weak…
'Mission accepted.' He typed into the computer and quickly walked away.
"One last time." He murmured as he walked to his dresser and opened a drawer.
There he found his array of favorite weapons. For no particular reason he grabbed hold of a cold looking knife. He stared at it for a while. It was sharp and deadly. He tested the blade by running it across his hand- only to have it bleed.
"Right." He nodded as he set it down on the table next to the computer. He took a look around his room. On the walls were his various targets and successful mission from his other life were displayed. He looked like such a failure now.
Heero could not hold back his anger- he had done everything the world expected of him and yet he was a failure. He exploded with rage and ripped his room apart. He screamed as if in pain.
He went back to his table breathing heavily and took hold of the knife.
He had nothing left… he was a shell. An empty shell- alone and unwanted.
'Relena.' His heart beat. No she too had just used him as a tool to create her world of peace. Oh how he had hoped she's seen him as more than that… he had been told that feelings such as these were not necessary. He was haunted by memories of 'trainings' and then his many victims. 'Of course she only saw me as a murdered- she needed to use me… but… those arms and her smile… God why was she so beautiful and caring..' He sighed and fought back tears. After he collapsed that day in the compound she held him to herself. In those arms he felt content… but she had left… 'important work to do now' was what she told him… he couldn't stand it… no more would he suffer, and no more would he be used for war and murder. He was making sure of that as he took the knife in hand and rammed it into his stomach.
It didn't hurt at first… but then he pulled it out. He tried to type his usual mission complete message into the computer, but he felt very weak as the loss of blood increased. Instead he just jammed the knife into the keyboard and staggered to his bed. There he laid down and waited for death… he had done everyone a service by ridding the world of the murderer Heero Yuy.
"Goodbye old friends.. Duo, Trowa, Quatre… even you Wufei… you were good friends to me.. Goodbye… Relena… I never would have deserved your feelings even if you really did love me… mission… complete…" His vision blackened and cold came over him.
I am animefreak5483- I am new to the gundam fan fic universe in most respects-
Anyway enjoy - please r and r. Tell me if I messed up anything or if you like it- whatever
I don't own gundam wing or any of the characters :)
Life is indeed an endless waltz, but for now a war was avoided. It was only two months since the gundams had come to the rescue once again; they had put down operation meteor and stopped the Barton's sinister plot.
Life for everyone went back to normal. Duo went back to his life with Hilde, Quatre and his crew continued their work, Trowa was happy at the circus and even Wufei found some sense of peace working with the Preventors. Everyone had their place, everyone except for the 'perfect solider,' that is. Heero had had enough of the blood shed and pain of being just a tool in someone else's plans. After the destruction of Wing Zero he promised he would never kill again. For the first few weeks he enjoyed his new freedoms. He and the rest of the group had spent time together just hanging out and relaxing.
But now, once the rest of the guys went back to their normal lives he was alone.
He found himself wandering the streets looking up at the sky. He would return to his apartment alone. Sit and do nothing but tinker with a few machines he was working on. To a man who always had missions and observations to guide him before Heero was now lost.
That's when his computer beeped. He rarely answered it any more. They would be just more requests for him to become the perfect solider again. But this time was different. This was a task that Heero knew would end the loneliness and the unknown and new feelings he had let himself feel. He hated what he had become… weak…
'Mission accepted.' He typed into the computer and quickly walked away.
"One last time." He murmured as he walked to his dresser and opened a drawer.
There he found his array of favorite weapons. For no particular reason he grabbed hold of a cold looking knife. He stared at it for a while. It was sharp and deadly. He tested the blade by running it across his hand- only to have it bleed.
"Right." He nodded as he set it down on the table next to the computer. He took a look around his room. On the walls were his various targets and successful mission from his other life were displayed. He looked like such a failure now.
Heero could not hold back his anger- he had done everything the world expected of him and yet he was a failure. He exploded with rage and ripped his room apart. He screamed as if in pain.
He went back to his table breathing heavily and took hold of the knife.
He had nothing left… he was a shell. An empty shell- alone and unwanted.
'Relena.' His heart beat. No she too had just used him as a tool to create her world of peace. Oh how he had hoped she's seen him as more than that… he had been told that feelings such as these were not necessary. He was haunted by memories of 'trainings' and then his many victims. 'Of course she only saw me as a murdered- she needed to use me… but… those arms and her smile… God why was she so beautiful and caring..' He sighed and fought back tears. After he collapsed that day in the compound she held him to herself. In those arms he felt content… but she had left… 'important work to do now' was what she told him… he couldn't stand it… no more would he suffer, and no more would he be used for war and murder. He was making sure of that as he took the knife in hand and rammed it into his stomach.
It didn't hurt at first… but then he pulled it out. He tried to type his usual mission complete message into the computer, but he felt very weak as the loss of blood increased. Instead he just jammed the knife into the keyboard and staggered to his bed. There he laid down and waited for death… he had done everyone a service by ridding the world of the murderer Heero Yuy.
"Goodbye old friends.. Duo, Trowa, Quatre… even you Wufei… you were good friends to me.. Goodbye… Relena… I never would have deserved your feelings even if you really did love me… mission… complete…" His vision blackened and cold came over him.