Heya! I am here again, finally! yay! I'm sorry this took so long, my life has been SO hectic lately! I'm SO sorry! Well, time to get my butt back in gear, so enjoy!

Wherever You Will Go: Part 2

(this one is NOT a songfic, sorry guys)

Duo's POV

Damnit! NO! This can't happen! Why!? No, it isn't true! Heero's the fuckin' perfect soldier! This isn't true, they're lying, it's not true! IT'S NOT TRUE!!

Okay, most people would say that I am overreacting, right? Afterall, soldiers can't love, right? Wrong. I loved him, he said he would never leave me. When Heero says something, that's how it's gonna be.. nothin' is gonna stop him.

Tears start to pour down my face. It feels as if my whole world is shattering around me. But if the scientists weren't sure, they just would have said that Heero was delayed a little, right? Yes, that's all they would say, meaning that Heero IS dead. No! That can't be it! It's not true! Heero said he would never leave me, he said that we would survive this war and live happily ever after. Well, not exactly in those words, but the principle is there.

I look in the mirror. No wonder Heero left me, some L2 brat that has nothing to offer him. I can see it, Quatre keeps telling me that it's not true, but I know it is. I see it, and I'm the one I'm talking about.

I laugh bitterly to myself. The God of Death strikes again! Maybe I should just stop it all. Shinagimi can't cause any pain if he's dead, right? Yes, maybe the whole world would be better off if I didn't exist at all. Can't kill anyone you love if you're not there.

That's it then. I have to die. Now the question is, how? Gun? No, too quick. Knife? No, too much blood. But suicide is NOT what I want right now. I need someone else to do it for me, they should seek their revenge on me, for taking the lives of their loved ones, for getting too close, for causing them pain. One of the guys wouldn't do it, they'd sooner throw me into a mental institution. That's it then...

Next time we go into battle, it will be the fall of the God of Death. OZ will attack, and I will die. That's the solution. But it has to be when the guys aren't there, they would make sure that that didn't happen, they'd protect me. I can't have that, they would be putting their lives at risk for a lost cause. I can't have that, they are at fault for nothing. It wasn't their choice to get close to me, or for me to hold them dearly. They're not at fault, and I will NOT have them fall because of me. As of now, Shinagimi is out of comission.

*a week later*

Here it is, my perfect opportunity. A solo mission to an OZ base, all I have to do is blow up one building and OZ will be all over me. All I have to do then is not let my soldier's instincts kick in. All I have to do is stay where I am, and let them torment me as long as they like, without capturing me of course. If that starts to happen, self-detonation will be the only option. I wonder if Heero was thinking this exact same thing... the only way to escape Shinagimi is death.

I tell Quatre that I have a mission and as usual, he asks me about it. I tell him everything but what I am planning to do. Not a lie, not the complete truth. Things haven't been the same since the news about Heero. Everyone's been taking extra time to make sure that I am okay. They are thinking now that I am fine and that I have fooled myself into thinking that Heero has just taken a long vacation. Little do they know, I will soon be joining him on that vacation.

I leave the house with less than is essential. I don't load up on extra knives or guns, I just have everything that is important to me, everything that will have to die with me. I wear my cross, as I usually do, I have the gun that Heero gave me after a mission gone terribly wrong, I wear the knife that Trowa gave me after I expressed interest in his act at the circus, I wear the hair pins Quatre gave me after he saw how much my hair hindered me when it came out of the braid, and lastly, I have the head band in my pocket that Wufei gave me, I still don't know why he gave it to me, but he did.

I jump into Deathscythe, and with the usual pep talk to him, we take off.

Arriving at the base I am sweating and swearing at anything that gets in my way, I'm just a little edgy today. After all, it isn't everyday that one plans on how he will die.

I pick out the building that I wish to blow up, it's just a building for storage, I refuse to kill more than I have to. And just after the flames erupt from it, I am surrounded and fired at. I don't do anything, and I can feel the apprehension in the air from the other soldiers, they are wondering why this is so easy and if I am planning anything, and if so, what? They stop firing, and just to give them more encouragement, I start to move, and yet again I am showered with missiles and bullets. I'm bleeding from my forehead from when I was knocked forward, from my arm when one of my pipes was knocked loose and hit me. I think my leg is broken as well as my wrist, it didn't bother to wear the seat straps.

I welcome the oncoming fire with wide open arms. Death is coming, I can feel it. I laugh out loud as I see the irony in this, Death has come to claim itself. Just as I was about to close my eyes and welcome myself to the depths of Hell, the firing stops. I peel my eyes all the way open and look around. I don't see anything, but the soldiers are backing away. That's when I see it, the bullets coming from the left of me, but hitting everything there. I turn and there it is, I shake my head and convince myself that it's not there, it isn't real. I turn back straight forward, and there it is. On my com-link screen, the one face that I have wanted to see.

"Heero...."

A/N That's it! Sorry it was so short, but the rest if for the next chapter. SEE YA!!!