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HEEEEEEY GUUUUYS!!!
Hi, I'm Tourniqeut Kittie. And this is my story, No, of course I do not own Gundam wing, but the orginal characters are mine. NO STEALIE! It would cause you to suffer a very painful, and humilating death...er torture session at the hands of Duo Maxwell. My Duo. *happy calf eyes* wah, any way, please give me some feed back after this chapter, I would really apprciate it. thanks.
T.K
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Part One: Saving Death.
The battles raged on, and Shingami fought like it would be his last chance to save the world. Bulits rained down like a firery storm. His cackle scared men into a fleeting retreat, his death like charms inraged others into battering his lithe body. His hair came unbond and matted with the blood of his wounds. He roared as his minstrations proved to be useless the enemy kept coming. Where did Oz get all of these men to die for unjust causes? His radar system going insane with a loud bleeting noise. He grimiced at the thought of his last choice... self destruction. Heero had preformed it and dissapeared. Could he do the same? Could he end the war for himself? In a silent defeat the god of death opened the door to his gundam, "May all you Oz solders ROT IN HELL!!!!"
He screamed in rage and beat the detinator button into his hand the self distruct beeped louldly...
All systems fail, selfdestruct imcomplete. Duo cursed, the soilders moved in ready to take Shinigami's life for him, if he was so willing to die. Duo slumped as he waited for his last battle to be ended by his discraseful death. It never came. Instead the sounds of explostions became louder, as a blur moved in and cut down the Oz soilders like a hot knife. Wings and a long tail is all that could be seen in the movements, a flash of silver then a mobile suit would fall useless in two peices. Soilders screamed out in agony, and Deathscythe was nocked over, pinning the gundam pilot between in and the snowy ground.
Duo grumbled, "So this is my grave. My own tool of death... Thanks old buddy, at least it was you who did me in, I'm sorry I failed you."
He laid back and admitted defeat. When Deathscythe was lifted off of he panicked. Who could do this? He found a short mobile suit imatating a dragon, holding a scythe as large as his own, soild metal, and cold as ice. It shoved his gundam to the side and advanced on him. "Are you Shinigami?"
It sounded like the god of death had found the Goddes of death. Duo nodded curtly, but smirked. " Have you come to kill death? Or simply to mock him?"
The solder advanced on him, she reached out and touched his cheek. "So your gundam was modeled after mine? I never thought such a god would pilot a mobile suit... Kit was wrong, you are just a boy."
Duo growled. "Mocking death is not smart."
He jumped to defind his honner but fell back on his butt. He had broken his leg in the fall, and the adreinaline rush blocked the pain from his mind. But he felt it now. The goddes walked forword and tossed him over her shoulder. "Hold on Shinigami, I will take you some where to heal."
She walked back to Deathscythe. "Dont worry little brother, I wont leave you behind. I'm sure Kit and I can fix you. If we work together we could even improve on your speed and energy use. Make you twice the gundam. How's that sound little brother?"
She talked to the gundam like wufei whorshiped his, Duo rolled his eyes. His savior was a nut job. Great. The goddes hooked a little black box to his gundam. A small silver cord was attatched to the belly of her suit. "That should hold him in place."
Duo snorted. "Your kidding right? That little string? You ARE insane."
The goddess looked at him, then stretching her metal wings lifted off the ground. Slowly she lifted higher, takeing Deathscythe with her. Duo was to dumbfounded to comment. She flew for a few hours, Duo lulled to sleep by the sudden warm rush of air on his backside. When the ride slowed to a stop and they were lowering, Deathscythe was half samurged into a lake, Duo started to fight the girl. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! YOUR GOING TO KILL MY GUNDAM!!"
The goddess shook her head again and dropped Duo the last 10ft to the ground. Duo growled then silenced by the drop. She made sure he wasnt dead then say to the repairs of Deathscythe. Deep under the lake held a small base, big enough for two full sized gundams, and for the five gundam gods. The goddess flew out of the water and gathered up the pilot. "Silly boy. Don't you know women are smarter? I have a base, and we will fix your gundam. And I will keep you."
She smirked and carried him into her dark cabin. The goddess begain to undress the pilot, servaing his wounds. He did have a few that would require stiches. She laid him out on her dinning table, she left his boxers on, and then covered him with a sheet. "You could have died. Then what good would you be to us? To the world and to the colonies? None." she sighed.
She meandered off to get her first aid kit, wich was a truck filled with hospital goodies. "Your lucky I'm a doctor. I'll have you banaged in no time."
She Cleaned all the wounds then, she started on his suitures. The three deep cuts on his chest were the worst, he didnt seem to have enough skin to sew together. "Crazy pilots, think they can cheat death." she tisked and wrapped him in snow white bandages that tainted pink from the little blood left. Once he was all sewed and wrapped up she mumbled soemthing and was instently back in her gundam. She lifted Duo like he weighed nothing, and carried him to the cot in the far corner. She laid him down and a covered him up to the sholders. "When you wake, I'll clean that main of hair for you."
She mumbled something else about the dundam suit then dissapeared.
HEEEEEEY GUUUUYS!!!
Hi, I'm Tourniqeut Kittie. And this is my story, No, of course I do not own Gundam wing, but the orginal characters are mine. NO STEALIE! It would cause you to suffer a very painful, and humilating death...er torture session at the hands of Duo Maxwell. My Duo. *happy calf eyes* wah, any way, please give me some feed back after this chapter, I would really apprciate it. thanks.
T.K
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Part One: Saving Death.
The battles raged on, and Shingami fought like it would be his last chance to save the world. Bulits rained down like a firery storm. His cackle scared men into a fleeting retreat, his death like charms inraged others into battering his lithe body. His hair came unbond and matted with the blood of his wounds. He roared as his minstrations proved to be useless the enemy kept coming. Where did Oz get all of these men to die for unjust causes? His radar system going insane with a loud bleeting noise. He grimiced at the thought of his last choice... self destruction. Heero had preformed it and dissapeared. Could he do the same? Could he end the war for himself? In a silent defeat the god of death opened the door to his gundam, "May all you Oz solders ROT IN HELL!!!!"
He screamed in rage and beat the detinator button into his hand the self distruct beeped louldly...
All systems fail, selfdestruct imcomplete. Duo cursed, the soilders moved in ready to take Shinigami's life for him, if he was so willing to die. Duo slumped as he waited for his last battle to be ended by his discraseful death. It never came. Instead the sounds of explostions became louder, as a blur moved in and cut down the Oz soilders like a hot knife. Wings and a long tail is all that could be seen in the movements, a flash of silver then a mobile suit would fall useless in two peices. Soilders screamed out in agony, and Deathscythe was nocked over, pinning the gundam pilot between in and the snowy ground.
Duo grumbled, "So this is my grave. My own tool of death... Thanks old buddy, at least it was you who did me in, I'm sorry I failed you."
He laid back and admitted defeat. When Deathscythe was lifted off of he panicked. Who could do this? He found a short mobile suit imatating a dragon, holding a scythe as large as his own, soild metal, and cold as ice. It shoved his gundam to the side and advanced on him. "Are you Shinigami?"
It sounded like the god of death had found the Goddes of death. Duo nodded curtly, but smirked. " Have you come to kill death? Or simply to mock him?"
The solder advanced on him, she reached out and touched his cheek. "So your gundam was modeled after mine? I never thought such a god would pilot a mobile suit... Kit was wrong, you are just a boy."
Duo growled. "Mocking death is not smart."
He jumped to defind his honner but fell back on his butt. He had broken his leg in the fall, and the adreinaline rush blocked the pain from his mind. But he felt it now. The goddes walked forword and tossed him over her shoulder. "Hold on Shinigami, I will take you some where to heal."
She walked back to Deathscythe. "Dont worry little brother, I wont leave you behind. I'm sure Kit and I can fix you. If we work together we could even improve on your speed and energy use. Make you twice the gundam. How's that sound little brother?"
She talked to the gundam like wufei whorshiped his, Duo rolled his eyes. His savior was a nut job. Great. The goddes hooked a little black box to his gundam. A small silver cord was attatched to the belly of her suit. "That should hold him in place."
Duo snorted. "Your kidding right? That little string? You ARE insane."
The goddess looked at him, then stretching her metal wings lifted off the ground. Slowly she lifted higher, takeing Deathscythe with her. Duo was to dumbfounded to comment. She flew for a few hours, Duo lulled to sleep by the sudden warm rush of air on his backside. When the ride slowed to a stop and they were lowering, Deathscythe was half samurged into a lake, Duo started to fight the girl. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! YOUR GOING TO KILL MY GUNDAM!!"
The goddess shook her head again and dropped Duo the last 10ft to the ground. Duo growled then silenced by the drop. She made sure he wasnt dead then say to the repairs of Deathscythe. Deep under the lake held a small base, big enough for two full sized gundams, and for the five gundam gods. The goddess flew out of the water and gathered up the pilot. "Silly boy. Don't you know women are smarter? I have a base, and we will fix your gundam. And I will keep you."
She smirked and carried him into her dark cabin. The goddess begain to undress the pilot, servaing his wounds. He did have a few that would require stiches. She laid him out on her dinning table, she left his boxers on, and then covered him with a sheet. "You could have died. Then what good would you be to us? To the world and to the colonies? None." she sighed.
She meandered off to get her first aid kit, wich was a truck filled with hospital goodies. "Your lucky I'm a doctor. I'll have you banaged in no time."
She Cleaned all the wounds then, she started on his suitures. The three deep cuts on his chest were the worst, he didnt seem to have enough skin to sew together. "Crazy pilots, think they can cheat death." she tisked and wrapped him in snow white bandages that tainted pink from the little blood left. Once he was all sewed and wrapped up she mumbled soemthing and was instently back in her gundam. She lifted Duo like he weighed nothing, and carried him to the cot in the far corner. She laid him down and a covered him up to the sholders. "When you wake, I'll clean that main of hair for you."
She mumbled something else about the dundam suit then dissapeared.