Title: Last Orders

Fandom: Gundam Wing

Type: Jack calls it Dark

Pairings: None really, though Trowa/Quatre is kind of implied

Genre: Not sure.

Rating: R

Disclaimers: Don't own. Don't even really watch.

Warnings: I haven't watched Gundam Wing in years. I think this is AU,
but it's so short I don't even know if that applies. Very dark.

Summary: Heero's recieved a final order, after the war's end.

The war was over. The grass was green, the birds were singing. They'd done it, five kids.

And now the worlds didn't need them anymore.

Heero had received his last orders. Trained as he was to obey, he still couldn't fight the eerie feeling.

The one that told him something was wrong with following this command.

He didn't want to do this.

He watched his companions, face impassive. He never let them see his insecurity.

Inside, the battle raged.

The soldier in him said this was a command, he had no place questioning it.

That he was lucky they still had something for him to do.

That he was worthless in this new world, a 16 year old assassin in a world made for peace.

The 16 year old just wanted to watch his friends play, maybe go play with them. Enjoy the world they'd saved.

He watched, amused, as Duo raced after Wufei, laughing. Trowa smirked at their fun, and whispered something to a smiling Quatre.

He sighed. They had no troubles. Their last orders were past. They thought they could be free, now.

Heero stood, resolute. He saw Duo look up at the motion, reflexively.

Duo smiled, eyes shining, caught in a moment in the sun, laughing. Beautiful.

Heero, decided, smiled back. A true smile.

He couldn't fulfill his last orders, but there was something he could do.

He only hoped it would be enough.

Heero walked away.

Duo was taken aback by Heero's odd smile.

The smile had reached his eyes, but contained a sadness, as though he were smiling at a funeral.

Duo followed.

Heero wrote a note, quickly, decisively.

Five words.

He hoped they were enough.

He connected, fired off a message to his superiors.

Short, blunt.

Orders received.

Completed.

Final step will now commence.

Heero walked away, again.

There were tears in his eyes, though he did not acknowledge them

A soldier doesn't cry.

Duo arrived at the room in time to see Heero disappear around a corner.

He considered a moment, then followed.

He saw Heero disappear again, this time into the wooded patch across the field.

He followed.

Heero stepped into the sunlight in the clearing.

He knelt before a tall tree.

He was prepared.

Duo stepped into the clearing.

He saw the glint of sun on metal.

His eyes widened.

Heero aimed.

A tear fell.

The gun fired.

Blood blossomed in the sunlight, like an obscenely beautiful flower.

A rose at a funeral.

A bloody halo.

Heero smiled.

As always, he'd hit what he aimed for.

He looked up.

Duo was crying.

Wufei was bored.

At least, that's what he told himself.

He looked for Duo, but found a note.

He read, words blurred by fallen tears.

"Last orders. Never be found."

End.

Special thanks to my beta, Jack, AKA Avagrabo. I love you, man. If you reader-people love me, you'll read his stuff. It's in my favorites.