Gundams With Wings

Part Twelve
By Lady Angelfiren

Yes folks, here you have it, I have reached The End!! Of course, I do plan to re-write the beginning of this, or at least go in and touch it up, and I already have an idea for a sequel, but you can pretend I'm done! I might also write an alternate ending to this, just because I want to. Well, I hope you enjoy. I've been working on this fic for about six months! Its my very first fic, and the first multi-part fic I finish! Yay for me! Please, if you have been reading all along, and you haven't sent feedback, please do! I need it, I live for it!

"speech"
/thoughts/
~telepathy~

Inside the large, dimly lit room, Heero was filled with a pang of hope/pain as he caught Duo's scent immediately after entering. It was a good sign, it proved there was life here, and that the life was Duo. He shuddered, remembering what he'd seen of Duo in his mind before waking up.


A curtain with light pastel stripes on it separated the room in half. Hesitantly, Heero made his way to the curtain and prepared to pull it aside. He noticed a little red light flashing in a high corner of the room.


/Shit, surveillance./ He locked the door and went over to the camera, being careful not to let the lens catch him. A few moments and the machine was playing a looping tape of the room. He wouldn't be seen. (1)


Suddenly a chair flew through the ugly pastel curtain, tearing it from the ceiling as it rushed at him. He ducked and watched as the chair sailed over his head, smashing into the wall all the way across the room and crumpling into a little pile of crushed sticks. Heero whirled around, sensing hostility and confusion flowing through him suddenly, from the thin figure who was lying, motionless on a large bed. Duo.


~Duo! Stop that, its me, Heero. You can wake up now, Duo.~ He ignored the rattling of the window behind its heavy blind and strode purposefully towards the bed. He saw his beloved lying curled up in a little ball, a few IV's and other machines poking into him, feeding information about heart rate and brainwaves to a monitor on the wall to the right of the bed. But from Duo all he could gather was the power that seeped out of him and beneath that, there was only a tiny stirring of life, and it was black, withered, and lost. He was thin and pale, paler than Heero had ever seen anybody before. His hair was braided, but the thick rope lay limply behind him, rather than being entwined in his fingers. Little flecks of blood were still present in the weave of hair and wisps of honeyed chestnut stuck out in places. He had managed to curl into a little ball on the bed, a blank, if frightened look on his thin face. Heero heard a little hiss of air from the breathing tubes that went into the unconscious boy's nose and the steady beep of the heart monitor. He caught the barely visible movement of Duo's chest rising and falling evenly through the blankets that were draped over his body from the chest down.


~Duo…~ Heero said quietly into the unresponsive mind. He was not attacked by any more chairs, but a tray of bottles and needles toppled over, spilling colourful pills across the floor. Heero sat carefully on the bed beside his love and allowed his wings to shoot from his back so that he could caress Duo's prone form with them. He wanted more than anything for the braided boy to sit up and smile and tell him this was all a joke. Then they could be happy, and he wouldn't have to sit here, watching his lover breathe, but feeling nothing from the black mind. He ran one white wingtip over Duo's cheek and felt his stomach wrench, a lump coming up in his throat.


~Duo, please, stop this, come back to me. Duo, I need you, I love you.~ he said, and got no response save the strong rattle of the window and a crash as a table fell over. He bent lower over the quiet body, working his throat and squeezing his eyes, trying to push the lump away. He breathed in Duo's scent like it would escape him if he did not, and held a thin hand in one of his as he stroked the American's back with a snowy wing. The small warmth that radiated from the figure was a crushing force to Heero's bruised heart, and the faint sound of him exhaling sent an ache through every part of the Japanese boy. A dry, powdery tinge was mixed in with Duo's usual smell of chocolate and strawberries, and it only deepened the ache for Heero to think about everything that his love had been through, everything that he had endured simply because he had been too weak to heal the DeathScythe pilot when this had first started. He felt pieces of his heart falling into Duo, but paid no mind as he focussed on his unconscious love.


Duo's hospital gown was on backwards, probably so that tubes and wires could reach his chest, but it allowed Heero to see the scar left over his heart from Heero's attempt to heal him. The tiny indentation in his skin was in the shape of a little heart with a pair of wings sprouting from it. He lifted his free hand and ran his fingers over the mark. He felt the lump coming back up in his throat and his own heart's steady throbbing. It was almost a physical ache inside of him, he wanted so badly for Duo to just sit up, but was quickly seeing that it wasn't to be. He clutched at his chest with one hand and squeezed his eyes especially hard to avoid the sting that was so alien and so frightening. His other had grasped the bed sheets tightly, so that all the blood had drained from his knuckles and his arm was shuddering weakly. Through the thin cotton hospital gown he wore, he could feel a little indentation over his heart as well. Tearing his careful gaze from his love long enough to look inside the garment at his own chest, he found an identical mark to the one over Duo's heart. A strangled choke escaped him as his throat worked in mad fury and his eyes clenched ever more firmly shut. He could not block out the dead feeling that was seeping into his mind from the figure before him, however hard he tried.


For some reason, these small conclusions hit the wall he'd erected to stop his tears, and it crumbled. Heero Yuy placed his hand back over Duo's chest and bawled. He let his tears flow over the powdery skin, and heard his own sobs, breaths being drawn quickly as he whispered "No, no, no, no.." to himself over and over.


"Duo, please don't be gone, I love you, I need you. Please, please, please. No, no, no, no…" Heero lay his head over the unresponsive boy's chest and continued to sob, letting his tears run free and feeling his hands shaking as he gripped Duo's cool fingers. He tasted the salt in his mouth as he whispered to Duo and began remembering all their happiness, all the things they had shared in their short time together.


Heero remembered that first night, sitting on a huge rock by the still water with the pale moon smiling down on them both, urging him to say what he felt for the laughing boy. He remembered Duo's tears. They'd been salty and cool as he kissed them away. He remembered the surge of protectiveness that went through him as he tried his hardest to make Duo feel better. Their first embrace, warm and careful, neither accustomed to the other, but both wanting more than anything to be happy together. Heero remembered their first kiss, and this sent a whole new surge of tears through him, as he felt Duo's phantom lips cover his and gently guide him into a soft, warm gesture made with lips and tongue. Heero heard his sobs rising in volume, but really did not care, as he continued to pour out his sorrow over Duo's quiet form. His wings shook with him and finally he just let them lay limp over his love rather than holding them up.


He thought of how scared he had been when those same wings had first appeared, and remembered the smile on Duo's face as he calmly talked Heero down from his panic. The way his braided lover had let Heero embrace him, kiss him, open up to him. Everything that had happened on the cool green grass of their secluded meadow, even something as simple as holding hands as they walked down the hallway of their board school. All this weighed on Heero, and he leaned low over Duo's supine form letting the tears flow freely and repeating the same things to himself and to Duo as he cried.


"No, no, no, no, this can't happen, Duo, please, wake up, you can't be gone, I need you. Duo, I love you, please! No, no, no, no, no… I can't live without you, don't you understand that? You _have_ to wake up! Please, please, please…" Heero's back shook with his sobs, wings splayed uncomfortably, forgotten over the whole bed, and even drooping onto the floor.


What was left of the horrid curtain flew from its little metal hooks to the floor, and the hooks, as well as the curtain rod followed. Twisted metal was now strewn from ceiling to floor, although it was only the very flimsiest stuff. The windows rattled harder, and a distinct crack formed through one of the thick panes. The plaster of the walls was quickly being crumbled to bits as the shook and vibrated with Duo's raw, uncontrolled power surge. Heart and brainwave monitors shut off, but no alarm would sound. The wires and various tubes that ran through him were pulled away by unseen hands and tossed away.


Heero was replaying the scene of his and Duo's first and last sexual experience, their unification in the snow, wings wrapping one another warmly together, and here is where he began to get completely hysterical. His breaths were drawn deeply and rapidly, tying straight into the unnoted frenzy that was occurring in the room around him, and he could see almost nothing through the haze that washed in front of his eyes. He ran his hands repeatedly over Duo's chest, and felt their touch on his own. He cupped Duo's face and felt his rough hands gently holding his own cheek. He became confused, and sat up, looking down at Duo's still form, and seeing for the first time the state of the room he was in. One window had broken open, and a rush of cold canadian air was flowing in, although he barely felt it because of the defenses he gained in his angelic state.


What scared him was the touch he'd felt on his cheek. He removed his hand from Duo's face and felt the small warmth of his own hand retreat from his skin. Experimentally, Heero gently poked Duo on the shoulder opposite where he'd been shot, sniffling and gasping for breath through his fuzzy, tear-stained vision. He felt a poke of the gentlest pressure on his own shoulder.


~Duo, what is this? Why--~


Suddenly the prone form of his lover jerked up enough for it to be painful, and Heero felt a surge of confusion from the boy's mind. It was the closest thing to consciousness Heero'd gotten from him yet, and in all honesty he was purely terrified when the body moved.
Nevertheless, Duo had arched spasmodically, and his massive black wings shot from under him, one slamming into the wall beside his bed and crumpling, the other extending all the way through the small hospital room, until it was well past the room's mid-point. Heero cried out when the terrible pain washed through his left wing in correspondence to the pain that Duo's body was no doubt experiencing from being mashed into a wall. He didn't make a sound, but it would have been blocked out anyway by the scream that escaped Duo's mind.


It was the loudest thing Heero had ever experienced, and it sliced through him like a hot knife through butter. Just an explosion of hurt, plain and simple. It just kept going and going! Heero couldn't think, he couldn't move, he couldn't even cry anymore, because he was completely paralyzed, both body and mind by Duo's fearful flow of power. It surged up though his head and did not show any sign of abating. Heero just sat stalk still and tried not to give the unreal noise any thoughts to bounce off of in his head. His vision soon whitened and he passed our from the combination of fear, exertion and pain.

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Fear.
All he knew was fear.


/Where am I? What's going on?/


Duo was lost in the darkest place he had ever been. It felt like he'd been here for an eternity. The darkness never faded or relented, it was like a pulse that continued forever. There was no direction, but Duo wandered aimlessly, perhaps in circles, perhaps not, he didn't know, and he didn't care. He couldn't seem to clearly remember anything. Now that he though of it, he didn't even know his own name. Wait! Yes he did, he was just thinking of…no, that's not it…


It went on like this, thoughts coming just into his reach, only to dance nimbly away before he could grasp them. It was better not to think, better to just sleep. But he couldn't sleep in this place of darkness. He didn't feel tired, and even if he could be tired, he knew he would never sleep. There was just the void, the black, all around him, and the only clear thing he could hang onto was that he was alone. This one thought drove him to wander in his aimless fashion, not because he hungered for someone, but because he knew he shouldn't be alone. It wasn't that bad, really. After all, in this dark place, where incoherence reigned, there wasn't much one could share with another.


He wasn't aware of any time happening I his little world, but still felt as if something was missing, even if he didn't particularly care. It was almost like an instinct, something involuntary that pulled him.


Then, abruptly, there was light. Just a small light, but it was like the sunrise on a warm summer day compared to the black, the alone that he lived in. Looking around, a little bit of clarity was granted him, and he began to consciously wonder about things, like why he was here. Only the simplest thoughts got through, though. When he tried to hypothesize scenarios for how he could have ended up in the blackness, his mind tried to shut down, and he was forced to stop thinking, lest his mind overload completely. This frustrated him, but he dealt with it, and was even mildly thankful for the degree of light that he was allowed to have.

Duo was wandering in the mostly dark realm when it happened. All at once the black was dried up and replaced by the brightest white he could see. It sucked up the black and unveiled his world. Mirrors, everywhere were mirrors. And the most frightening thing about it was what the American saw. He went over to the biggest mirror he could find and saw his reflection, magnified tenfold on the smooth glassy surface. He was a husk of a person. He looked at himself and saw that he had no eyes, although the rest of him was perfectly normal except for his colour. He had none. He was composed of the deepest shadow, a shadow that had solidified in places, but was wispy and billowy in others. Like smoke. He didn't know how he could tell his eyes were gone if he was dark, but he knew they were, and even poked himself experimentally in one empty socket, disturbed that he had no feeling in his body. As he was marveling at the big reflection, he felt the light seeping into his brain, and freeing his thoughts all at once.

He screamed.

He screamed from shock and fear and loathing hatred. He screamed from longing and pain and the grotesque detail which he had all but completely forgotten how to process. The loud slam of his mind coming up and thwacking him, opening up and flooding him, it was too much. Duo screamed into the mirror, watching as his reflection screamed back at him and it only scared him more when he realized that he had no tongue, although his teeth were firmly implanted into the shadow-smoke of his body, and they were the only thing with any normal colour. Duo placed one palm on the cold glass surface of the mirror, and was jolted with even more fear as he leaned heavily onto it and was pulled through.

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Heero felt the scream quiet down, and started to make himself wake up, knowing that it was of the utmost importance that he be there when Duo became coherent. Slowly, forcing himself to pretend that the pounding left in his head had dissipated, Heero cracked open one eye, then the other. He was greeted with the sight of Duo, sitting up and very much conscious, just looking around bewilderedly. His right wing was folded up on his back, but the left hung limply on the bed, so far that the tipmost feathers brushed the floor between the wall and bed. The black of the feathers was healthy and shiny looking, and Duo seemed to be much better, aside from the confused look on his face.


Heero groaned and shifted, a sharp throb going through his left wing, which he tried to ignore as he folded both of his wings onto his back. He got to his feet as he was doing this, and surveyed Duo more closely, looking mostly for signs that the braided boy was dangerous. Heero became entranced just watching Duo, who looked quietly back at him, every second his form became more strong looking, more…alive? The colour slowly filtered back into his face and arms, and the wisps of blood-flecked hair that had escaped his braid looked more vibrant than they had. Duo looked rigtht back at Heero, seemingly studying him, making for an eternity of silent staring before either boy was able to move. Duo spoke up first, in a hoarse, shaking tone that was more of a rasp than speech.


"Heero? Were you…crying!?!?"


Heero didn't know what to do. He was overcome by the emotions that surged through him, and he couldn't make himself react. Duo was awake! He was ok! Without warning the Japanese boy surged forward and hopped onto the bed at Duo's side, swinging his arms around the thin, black-winged figure and letting fresh tears flow from his eyes as he laughed. He laughed as he had not known he could and cried while he did it, then laughed some more. He hugged Duo tightly to him, sobbing as if he thought the black winged boy would fly away forever if he let go, and let the little bursts of laughter, mostly spawned by relief, flow from him.

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Outside the room, Quatre had gone down the hall to wait patiently for Heero to be done seeing his unconscious, hopeless lover. He flipped through a magazine and sat in the uncomfortable waiting room chair thinking of how best to prepare himself for Heero when he left the room. He was going to be a wreck, there was no telling what he would try to do, and it scared Quatre that this was a hospital, and that Heero could cause a lot of damage to a lot of very innocent people.


He decided to put himself on the ready, leaving his mind open to receive anything that the other may transmit to him, and making sure that he didn't lose track of the time. He would give Heero and hour, maybe a little more. Anything further would give the Japanese pilot ample time to become irreversibly homicidal and very angry.

An hour and ten minutes later, the blond Arabian SandRock pilot made his careful way towards the room where Duo lay. He listened at the door first, and heard nothing. Growing nervous, he extended his consciousness into the room ever-so-slightly, just enough so that he would feel the presence of Heero's mind, and was surprised to find nothing. Alarmed that Heero had tried something crazy, like killing himself and Duo, The blond knocked furiously on the door, calling for Heero to open it.


When no answer came to him, he turned the doorknob, finding it locked.


/Shit, I shouldn't have left him alone!/ Quatre cursed to himself as he walked quickly down the hallway to the nurse's station. There was a fat old lady nurse present, and she didn't even look up at Quatre until he cleared his throat as rudely as he could manage.


"Excuse me, but I need to get into my friend's room, and it appears that he door is locked," Quatre continued sweetly, giving the room number and adding a final touch to his little request by planting a command in the obese nurse's mind.


::give me the keys::


The woman smiled at him, and fished a ring that was laden with colourful keys to him. She held one up and sent him on his way, wishing him a good day. Quatre used the key that the nurse had singled out and quickly opened the door to Duo's room.


/Shit./ was all that crossed his mind. Well, that and, /Heero, you lunatic bastard…what the hell have you done!?/


Duo was gone, Heero was gone, and the neat little hospital room had turned into a disaster area. The tiles were coming up from the floor in some places, and the walls had been crumbled all the way through in others. Any furniture (save the bed) or computer equipment, was overturned and/or smashed to bits, lying throughout the room, surrounded by various pills and shards of broken glass. The window was completely ripped from the wall, creating a hole big enough for several people to jump through all at once. There were a few cool white feathers about he room, mostly at the foot of the window, and that is what scared Quatre the most. Had Heero taken Duo? But where would he go? Quatre looked around once more as he let his wings push out through his shirt and extend to their full span. He stretched them and hopped up to the thin remainder of windowsill, balancing easily and sweeping the room once more. He spotted a single black feather lying on Duo's pillow. Beside it was a trickle of blood.


Quatre jumped out of the window and sped off at the highest altitude he could manage, flapping quickly as he pushed his body to the max, demanding speed, stamina, and grace from himself as he flew in the direction of Trowa an Wufei, who were both staying at the house this had all started in. It never occurred to him to communicate with Trowa and let him know he was coming, the Arabian was completely lost in thought. He was contemplating the most painful way he could possibly kill Heero in the event that his suspicions were confirmed. They undoubtedly would be, why else would Duo be gone? And the blood…


Quatre fumed and flew faster.

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Duo and Heero flew from the hospital room, not really having a destination, but mostly just being glad to have their freedom. They were both overwhelmed with the strength of the bond between them, it was almost frightening. Heero faintly felt everything that Duo touched, experienced his pain, and was affected by his thoughts and emotions. It was almost the same with Duo, although he was still very tired and disoriented, and was not able to fly far. He had to rely on Heero to carry him most of where they went, because he was weak and very fragile. None-the-less the pair was giddy and excited, and barely able to comprehend what they were doing.


Heero had fixed Duo's broken wing, healing it with his personal power, and then Duo had used his telekinesis to destroy the window that was in the way of their escape. It was mostly just absent-mindedness, resulting from joy, that caused Heero to forget about Quatre, rather he single-mindedly insisted that he and Duo leave the hospital immediately.


So here they were, wandering aimlessly, but keeping to places where they would not be seen. Heero flew over forest, and soon the pair found themselves over the estate that had been the horrible scene of the unthinkable crime. Duo jumped off Heero's back and let himself free-fall a few meters before opening up his wings and gliding forward on them at a furious pace. He tilted them, and used the sped to circle tightly over the house and surrounding property, utilizing his augmented vision to search for any signs of people. Heero stayed above him, watching his koi with a small smile. He was much more composed now than he had been before, the majority of his mask firmly back in place, but his heart was fluttering excitedly, and he was more than happy to burn the energy it took to fly.


~Heero! Someone has a fire going, down in that bunch of trees! Should we check it out?~

Duo's telepathy came through to the Wing pilot, much clearer and louder than it ever had before. He told the black feathered shadow below him to wait a moment while he checked for danger with his mind.Surprised, Heero relayed to duo what he discovered. The braided boy was ecstatic.

~Really?! Wu-bear! Trowa! We're comin' in for a landing! Get ready!~ Duo shouted gleefully down to them, and Trowa was able to clearly understand him, although he had to relay what was said to Wufei in spoken speech. Came the reply:


~Wufei says not to call him that,~ Trowa shouted, quite obviously very happy, despite his queit monotone voice.

Duo and Heero were almost down on the ground, and they quickly folded their wings, running into the well-used space that served as an entrance, only to be greeted by one of the least expected things they ever thought they would have to see.


Relena PeaceCraft was huddled in a corner, eyes squeezed shut, tear tracks obvious on her cheeks. Her hair was a rats nest of twigs and she wore that most tattered winter coat either Heero or Duo had ever seen. She had her knees pulled up to her chest and she was shaking and talking to herself. Heero couldn't hear what she was saying, it was mumbled terribly.


"What the hell?" He said aloud, and the shivering figure jumped up, letting out a startled scream. She looked around, even sweeping her gaze directly over the four figures who were standing in front of her, but called out in confused fear.


"Who's there?" To herself she mumbled, "is it him will he save me is it I hope so I don't like it here" Her quiet words were all said together in a quick whisper, and she walked towards the source of the sound. Heero was looking at her skeptically, and Duo was just staring, but Wufei had a hateful look on his face and tTrowa's eyes burned angrily.


Heero turned to Trowa and Wu. "Why is she here? And What's wrong with her?" He was genuinely confused.


"She can't see you, but she can hear you. My illusions over her are strictly visual. It'd be too difficult to keep up a full illusion for as long as I have. Heero, Duo, Relena is the one you're after. She shot Duo. We have been saving her for your wrath, Heero, but now that Duo's here, he may want to exact his own revenge. Do whatever you both wish, we have been here for a very long time, and so has she. I warn you, her sanity is not everything it used to be, and even then…" Trowa trailed off of his speech (for Trowa that was a speech) with a barely visible smirk and pushed his wings outward, stretching them before relaxing and folding them on his shoulders. Wufei did the same.


"Where are you going?" Heero asked, looking angrily at the PeaceCraft girl as she listened to him with a fearful look on her face. His question was directed at Wu and Trowa, however.


"To find Quatre, He must be feeling left out of this. What did he say when you both left he hospital? I though Duo had no chance at recovering consciousness. I never would have guessed he'd let you both leave."


Heero stopped being angry for a moment and looked a little guilty. "Oops." He said, as if that covered it all. Wufei nodded and left the thicket, closely followed by Trowa.


"Oops? OOPS? Quatre's gonna kill you Hee-chan! I never even thought about him! Oh well, I have bigger things to deal with… …Relena. Hi, you bitch." Duo said this with a look that was a cross between sinister and cheerful. It was not a nice thing to see. He stepped forward, and she looked at him, right at him. Trowa had removed the illusion, and she was seeing Duo and Heero in their fully angelic appearances. She did not look like she felt very safe.

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/I'll kill him if he hurt Duo! That crazy bastard!!/ Quatre screamed in his mind, not entirely sure why he was so angry. Duo did that to people he supposed. They all wanted to protect him. Flying as fast as he could towards the thicket where Trowa and Wufei were staying, he planned out how he would organize himself and the other two in a search that would undoubtedly find Heero and corner him. He didn't even notice his lover flying towards him until he heard the shout in his brain.


~Quatre! Slow down! Where are you going?~
Quatre bucked in midair and looked up, very surprised to see Trowa flying lazily towards him, Wufei trailing comfortably behind.
~Trowa! Wufei! You have to help me! We have to find Heero! He took Duo from the hospital room! There was blood and feathers, and the room was a huge mess. I think he's gone crazy! Uh…crazier!~ Quare was waving his arms, frantically trying to get the other two boys to understand him.


~What? Um, Quatre, Heero is over there,~ he pointed in the direction of the thicket as they all three flew side by side, ~With Duo. Duo's fine. He and Heero are taking care of…Miss PeaceCraft.~
~WHAT?! You left that psycho alone with poor defenseless Duo!? Are you CRAZY?? C'mon! Maybe its not too late! Duo can't even defend himself! How can you be so stupid?!~

Trowa ignored Quatre's insults, he knew that his lover was not thinking clearly, thanks to Heero's irresponsible actions. He flew closer to the blond-haired, almost golden-winged boy and let their wingtips brush softly together. ~Quatre, you're just a little mixed up. Everything is fine. Come with us, you'll see, Duo is awake, and the only blood Heero's out for is Relena's.~

Quatre looked at Trowa with wide eyes, but opted to trust his lover and followed he and Wufei as they circled much too slowly back towards the thicket where Duo was supposedly awake.


Quatre was confused, but he did trust his friends, althought he was in no mood to see Heero right now. Everything would be ok.

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"Relena," Heero managed to ground out. He wanted to appear as frightening as he possibly could to her, so he unfurled his wings and extended them to almost their full span. Snow fluttered down from trees all through the little clearing in the thicket, knocked from soft pine and cedar limbs by the massive wings.

Duo saw what his lover was doing and followed suit, His own dark black feathers were more intimidating, and had a better effect on the disheveled girl. She backed away, her breath drawn quick and sharp. She sounded like she would start crying softly any moment, but was trying her hardest not to.


"W-what do you want with me? What are you? Heero? What happened to you?"


"Why did you shoot Duo, Relena?" Heero put this before her straight away, to get it out on the table that he meant business. He was not here to negotiate. An eye for an eye…


"I…he was in-in the way! This…monster…is in the way of US! HIM!! He's done this to you, hasn't he!? But look! He couldn't even infect you with his darkness, with his…EVIL! Your wings are white! You're an angel, a hero. You're here to save me from him, aren't you!"

Relena scuttled around her clearing trying to find a way past Duo's huge wings so that she could reach Heero. She screamed quietly, more of a show of protest than a cry for help as Duo folded her up in his soft black feathers and moved her so that she stood directly in front of him.


He was angry. It went through his head that he should probably give her her life, after all he was still alive, and she had spent some time, three weeks he'd found out from Heero, out here with nothing to do but think about what she had done. But was she sorry? No. Would she do it again? Yes. Therefore she was a threat, and should be eliminated. That was the logical way to think it out, reason that he should kill her.


But as Duo picked up three very strong, very sharp pieces of wood, stakes really, from the lightly snowed on earth in the secluded thicket using his mind, he was not thinking logically.

Revenge. That's what this was, and that's all it was. Yes, this would threaten the peace that was promised to come, yes, it was going to get him in a lot of trouble with his superiors. Hell, he wondered if what she said, wasn't true, about him being a monster, although he doubted it was. But when it all came down to the basics, rule number one was survive, and he could do that. He would do that.


"Goodbye Relena." Duo said and smiled at her as he sent the stakes flying at her, the first pelting her in the shoulder, sinking deep enough into the joint that both boys could hear the wood squeaking against the bones, the second hitting her midsection and travelling almost all the way through her. The third pierced the blond "pacifist's" heart, and she dropped gracelessly to her knees, staring up at the partially secluded sky. Strangely, she didn't fall over right away. A single tear slid from the corner of each eye, she exhaled, and a thin trail of blood slipped across her bottom lip, running down her chin. Relena PeaceCraft fell over forwards, blood pooling out from under her in the snow, and she was dead.


Duo didn't say anything. He just looked at her fallen body, twigs still in her hair, eyes rolled up into her skull. Folding his wings onto his back, he walked over to her and knelt, avoiding the blood that continued to spill, and gently closed her eyes.


He smiled down at her. It was a new expression, a new kind of smile. He wasn't the least bit sad, but he knew his purely black eyes held a depth they hadn't had before. He was learning, this probably wasn't the end of his trials.


Heero, too, folded his wings and quietly walked up behind Duo. The black-clad boy got to his feet and took Heero's hand in his own.

The pair walked from the clearing together and took to the air.

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Owari

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Well, maybe I should write a sequel?? Or perhaps write more stories where the boys have these cool powers and wings stuff? I dunno, you may see more, unless people would really hate that, I mean I wouldn't read something that sucks, why
should U? C&C! Please! Tell me what was good, what was bad, where needs work, anything! I don't want it to be done! I mean, think of all my other fics! *looks at other fics* Hmmm, maybe I can do better on them? Oh well, tell me what you think… Arigatoo to everyone who put up with me changing the length of this fic a million times!!!

{1} I know you can't set a looping tape on a security camera from inside the room, but for the sake of the story, I had to do it. I was invoking my fic-writer powers!


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