Epilogue

I won't dwell on what happened after my escape from the cell. Nor will I talk much of the battle following it. After all, it was as most battles are, with the exception that we didn't fight to kill this time. And let me tell you, that certainly made things harder, not to mention messier. That's the price you have to pay for being the good guy, I guess.

I wasn't surprised when Heero showed up late for the battle. After all, Wufei had arrived just a minute before him, so it wasn't hard to guess what had happened. It was rather obvious that Heero had somehow made Wufei see the light of day, and considering the nature of those two, I doubt they did it while doing check-ups on Wing Zero.

The battle pretty much stilled when Heero took stand above Mariemeia's safe house. Everyone was too distracted with watching him to fight. How could one not? The guy was destroying the safe house as if it had been made of mud and sticks. I probably would have been staring too, if it hadn't been for the fact that the mess by my feet kept pulling on my attention. Deathscythe is a heavy fellow after all, and with all the people running around protesting, it was hard to find somewhere to put my feet. Or his feet. Whatever.

The battle was over before any of us knew it. Heero pulverized the shelter and meanwhile Une and Relena took down the rebels with a bit of help from the former Treize's fraction. An official statement or two later, we were having bonfires with weapons and celebrating the new won fight for peace. Or at least the people were. Us Gundam pilots mostly concentrated on finding a place to hide the Gundams, including the mess left of Wing Zero which Heavyarms and Deathscythe shared the burden of. After that, we immediately went to the hospital to see to Heero. The people had their priorities, we had ours. They weren't the same.

At the hospital, they told us that Heero would be fine, that he mostly was exhausted. They didn't expect him to be awake for hours, and so they had deposited him in a bed with a nurse on standby. Heero, of course, has never been one for being predictable. When the four of us slipped into his room, we found him quite awake and ripping IVs out of his arms.

As one can guess, he (and we) was out of the hospital five minutes later and heading for one of Quatre's places. There, we prepared to meet the following time.

The next few days were hectic. Relena, Une and Quatre did their best to keep all us pilots' identities a secret, managing it well despite the media's desperate attempts to uncloak us. We might have been spotted briefly, but with the lack of records on us... Let's just say it worked for us.

Despite our luck in concealing our identities, it was quickly realized that with us staying together, there was a grand chance of them finding us. So we split up. Heero went to have a talk with Relena's security and see to that the event never repeated itself. Trowa returned to spend time with Catherine, Quatre staying with his sisters. Wufei was invited to take a job with the Preventers by Sally and I, I went to help Hilde with her salvage company.

This is where I'm writing this now, at a hotel close to Hilde's place. The reason I'm writing is that I've received a letter. A letter telling that someone knows of me. Someone that was present when I was created. I will meet him tomorrow. If all goes well, I'm happy, but as I have a feeling it won't I'm leaving this behind. At the chance that I don't return for this before six PM tomorrow, this will go to Quatre. Then he will know.

Guess this is it.

Shinigami Duo Maxwell

The End.