Title: Field Of Innocence
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or "Field Of Innocence" by Evanescence
Warnings: Song-fic, Suicide-fic
P.O.V: Duo's until the end then its third-person
Notes: [blah blah blah] = Lyrics
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[I still remember the world
From the eyes of a child]
Why? Why did they have to leave me? I told them I would get the damned suit, and I did. But in the end, it didn't matter. I still lost them.
[Slowly those feelings
Were clouded by what I know now]
At will always happen. Someone says something one minute, but the next it will be something completely different. Why were people created this way? To show no compassion towards others.
[Here has my heart gone
An uneven trade for the real world]
It's not fair. I kept my end of the deal. They should have been fine. But they weren't. Sister Helen...Father Maxwell...everyone...all of them...dead.
[I want to go back to
Believing in everything and knowing nothing at all]
Damn that war. It took everything away from me. I gave up everything, and lost everything. All in the name of peace.
[I still remember the sun
Always warm on my back
Somehow it seems colder now]
Debris. Bodies. Everything floating aimlessly. They have no purpose but to block what little happiness we have.
[Where has my heart gone
Trapped in the eyes of a stranger
I want to go back to
Believing in everything]
My life...it's been nothing but death. It's always around me. And I can't stop but think it's all my fault. Why else would I have taken the name 'Shinigami'?
[Latin hymn
Where has my heart gone
An uneven trade for the real world
I want to go back to
Believing in everything]
I wish it had all never happened. I wish I was never part of the war. Never had to pilot Deathscythe. Never met any of them.
[And where has my heart gone
Trapped in the eyes of a stranger
I want to go back to
Believing in everything]
I'm done. I can't take it anymore. I lost everyone. I have nothing to live for anymore. Why should I continue? There is no more need for a soldier. And that's all I am. A soldier. I am useless. I have served my purpose, and I am to be disposed of. So this...is my final good- bye.
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Four ex-pilots stood in a semi-circle. Quatre was crying on Trowa shoulder. The other three showed no emotion through facial expression, but their eyes spoke volumes over the silence shared between the four.
The four of them stood, staring at the same spot. A lonely headstone jutted out of the ground. As if put there to make a point. There was a lone name on the grave, it read Duo Maxwell.
With one last look at their friends final resting place, they headed back to their separate homes. If the had been a few minutes early...he would still be here.