Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. Please read and review. I do keep all reviews. Good and bad. Umm, let me know what you think of this chapter. There is not supposed to be any couples in this story. If you think that there is, it is supposed to be like torture. Duo and Zarhime together. I think not.

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Just as Zarhime was moving closer to me, one of the goons asked when do they get a turn with Heero and me. Zarhime turned onto his side and looked at the guy and said never. He proceeded to say that I am his and only his. The guy started whining that they could at least have the other cutie.

Zarhime got the strangest look in his eyes when he slowly stood up from the bed and me. I watched him walk over to his goons very slowly. When he reached them, he looked each one of them in the eyes and said that this one chained up is very good looking. He then asked if they all wanted a piece of him.

Each one of the goons nodded their heads. Zarhime told one of them to go over to Heero and cut his clothes off, while he took care of something over near me. I watched Zarhime walk back over to me and I watched the goon cut off Heero's clothes.

Zarhime sat down on the bed and leaned over onto my chest and whispered that I must really like the way Heero was being undressed. He started to play with the knife that was still in his hand. I noticed one of the goons coming over to the bed. Zarhime had yet to notice the goon. I tried to make some noise, but he just reached up and smacked me across the face.

He used the knife like it was a paintbrush and made circles upon my chest. He used my blood to make the circles. The goon tapped him on the shoulder and that surprised him. He pushed the knife all the way through my chest until the handle was just sticking up.

I must have screamed, because Heero was yelling to know what was wrong. Zarhime stood up and took the knife out of my chest and used it on that goon. The other goons just backed up against the wall. Zarhime advanced on them. They crowded around Heero. As soon as Zarhime lunged at them, they each dodged to the side. Zarhime's knife went right through Heero's chest.

He never even screamed. From where the knife was, I could tell that Heero did not have much time left to stay alive. Zarhime killed all of his goons. He then turned towards me and started to move, when I saw a hole in his head and he had started to fall backwards.

I deduced it was a bullet hole in his head when I heard someone say justice was served. I heard a loud gasp and then someone yelling. For some reason I thought that it was Quatre yelling.

I guess I had blacked out because the next thing I knew, I was waking up and Wufei was sitting in a chair next to me. He turned his head so I could see his face. His eyes were red from crying. He told me that he would not lie to me about Heero. He told me that Heero was dead.

I wanted to tell him that he was lying, but I was there and I knew the truth. Heero, my best friend, was dead. I do not know what was going to happen, but I did know that I did not want to live any longer. Life, I know, is too precious to throw away. I knew that I could not handle being alive when my best friend was dead.

Heero looked after me. He kept me company when I needed someone. Heero had once told me that I was the brother he never had and that he only wanted me to be happy. I failed him. I could not be happy unless he was with me. Just like him, he was the brother I never had.

A blond boy brought this piece of work in to my office a few nights ago. I sat down and started to read it when I started crying. How could anyone end two young boys' lives before they even had a chance to live? It is a crime and I, for one, am happy to know that this Zarhime guy is dead.

Duo died two days ago. Three days ago, he was happy and carefree. He was living with the boy he thought of as his brother. His friends think that he died of a broken-heart. Duo left behind no relatives that are known of. He did leave behind friends who thought of him as family.

Heero died three days ago. Three days ago, he was thinking of a prank to pull on his best friend. Heero also leaves behind no family. Heero, like Duo, leaves behind friends who thought of him as family.

Both of these young men are heroes and should be remembered like that. Never forget that two boys without names, went on to be our greatest fighters. Duo lost so many people he cared about in the Maxwell Church Incident. Heero lost the one person he thought of as a father figure. Never forget the sacrifice these two young men gave to the world.

Heero Yuy and Duo Maxwell were laid to rest in the ground this morning. I would have loved to have said that it was a beautiful day, but it was not. It was raining. I remember an old saying. When it rains at a funeral, the whole world is mourning the loss. I will remember the two of them and the day that the world cried.

Journalist Sandrys Remoray

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