ENDING


Wufei was now content, he had no reason to any longer than he already had. Dressed in his space suit and his briefcase in hand the young Chinese teenager headed to the lower levels toward his Gundam Altron. When he reached the lower level he found Heero tinkering away at his badly damaged Wing Zero, he arched an eyebrow at the young man who seemed to pay no attention to him but knew he was there all the same. "You have to go?" Heero asked in his monotone voice. Wufei turned to the stoic Japanese teenager in response, if he didn't know any better he'd say the Japanese teen was going to miss him. But that was wishful thinking on his part. "Yes, because I and Nataku no longer need to stay here," He explained. Wufei looked up expectantly. "What are you going to do?"

Heero said nothing and continued to tinker with the interior of his Gundam. Wufei smiled wryly lowering his head in slight amusement. "Humph... I am being too nosy," Wufei chuckled, walking toward his Gundam. Wufei again, paused and stared at the green tank top of Heero's. The young continued to do what he was doing never acknowledging Wufei was staring at him. "Tell them... I admit you guys are strong," Wufei stated. Heero paused in his busy work long enough to shift his eyes toward his comrade, who was this guy kidding? "Tell them yourself," Heero stated emotionlessly. Wufei smiled slightly, walked a little further, and leapt into Altron. Heero returned repairing the wiring of Wing Zero's cockpit system as Nataku readied itself to take off.


Duo walked through the hospital ward, examining the bandaged soldiers looking like mummies. He chuckled shortly just as he arrived to the curtain he heard Quatre and Trowa speaking behind. Pulling back the curtain he sent a smile Quatre's way then shifted his attention to Trowa who was sitting on a backward chair (the back of the chair was facing him and the seat which he sat on was behind him.). He noted that the two of them seemed to be having a good conversation before he showed up. "Yo Quatre, you feel better?" He asked stepping into the small area. Quatre and Trowa looked up in acknowledgment, Quatre as the only was that smiled of course. Duo's positive mood was probably the thing he needed at the moment.

"I feel better. Nothing too serious," The Arabian teen explained shortly. Neither Duo or Trowa looked convinced of this. The Latin American placed his hand to his chin in a pondering way while staring at his blonde friend. Quatre smiled nervously. "But, your face seems pale. You should sleep some more," He suggested. Quatre felt as though he were ordered around by his mother with the way Trowa had spoken to him, he looked to Duo who looked as though he agreed with Trowa's suggestion, he was no help. "Thank you, Trowa. But, I'm fine," He insisted. With a shrug Duo closed the curtain to give them privacy. "Also, Heero and Wufei really didn't come, right?" Duo asked as though he was wanting to be proved wrong.

Those two were always making themselves absent when it came to being a group, always the loners which was no fun at all. Quatre looked up from his folded hands on the bed with a understanding expression. "Can't be helped. They are that kind of people," He said in a matter-of-fact. Duo rolled his eyes at the comment knowing full well what kind of people Heero and Wufei were like. Walking over to the two young men, Duo said "Well, I can understand that. But this is the last time. Who knows when we could be together again?" Duo explained, his hands behind his back. Quatre looked a little more bothered than his two friends did at the fact that Heero and Wufei did not show up to see him. "Yeah... because we don't need to be together," Quatre said quietly. Duo smiled amused by the look on his friend's face as he got ready to surprise the two of them.

Trowa examined Duo's flexing arms wondering what the young man had behind him, one eyebrow arched in curiosity. "Don't be sad, Quatre. With peace, we can see each other again. Someone needs to take the initiative and go for it," Duo looked up thoughtfully and laughed. Quatre was still looking down until he spotted a Champagne glass floating towards him, he caught it and looked at Duo perplexed. Duo held up his champagne glass with a grin. "Come let's say 'cheers.'," He looked to Trowa and winked. Trowa chuckled shortly as his own Champagne glass floated toward him, he caught and smiled. Duo sure knew how to lighten up someone's mood when he wanted to Quatre looked up and smiled. Duo held up his glass, his eyes sparkling brighter than ever. "Well, peace is finally here," He stated almost fondly. "Cheers." Trowa and Quatre held up theirs in unison.


Elsewhere on MO-II, Heero sat on a window sill in the darkest room he could find. He stared out into depths of space, his Prussian blue eyes focused solely on the moon. There was much still to do and Heero so much to learn about himself. Now that there was peace he could do it without hindrance. Operation Meteor started a war, that war had now run its course. "Heero?" Came a familiar voice. Heero snapped his head in the direction the voice came from and spotted Relena Darlain or Peacecraft. He looked surprised to find her still on MO-II. She smiled in her usual proper way and walked toward the stoic young man. Relena looked as attractive as ever in the same outfit he had remembered her wearing on their first encounter, her hair neatly done, her clothes pressed clean of their wrinkles and her earnings sparkled in the moonlight that illuminated most of the room in spite of its darkness.

"The war is over," Relena said, as if he didn't know it. Heero scoffed with a slightly disbelieving look on his face. "I know," He replied turning back to the window. Relena walked over to him with her hand upon her chest, Heero continued to stare out at the moon. "You won't have to kill anymore," She said with relief in her voice. Heero bobbed his head to the side in slight agreement. "Probably not," He said calmly. The room fell silent once more. Relena watched Heero's thin body shift in its siting position on the window sill. Swallowing the young woman asked, "So what are you going to do?" She looked concerned. Heero pressed his back against the wall behind him sitting up a little more, his eyes closed. Relena watched him carefully as he turned to her and opened his Prussian blue eyes. He looked serious. "I've never lived in a world without war," He explained, no hesitation in his voice. "But I thought . . . that maybe I'd try to live in this one. But that's all I can say for now." He said closing his eyes again.

When Relena heard that she pondered on the possiblities of Heero's life and her own as well. A million things were rushing through her mind when something clicked in her mind. "You can live with me!" She declaired suddenly. Heero kept his head down as though he hand't hear a word she had said, but in fact he did hear her. The thought of living with Relena was tempting, but he wasn't one to stick around for long unless something actually worth sticking around for. He knew he wouldn't stay around with Relena because he knew she would be fine for the time being now that there was no war, he had do his own thing. Relena looked hopeful but then she lowered her head in shame almost, for even suggesting it. ". . . No," She said. "This is best Heero. You should see with your own eyes, this world without war that you helped make." Relena's expression was a happy one, she didn't look the least bit upset about her decision. Heero looked up at the adament young woman with slight surprise in his eyes. He hand't expected something like that to come out of Relena, but it felt right coming from her. "Relena . . .," He murmured. And there the two resided; Heero leaning up against the wall sitting on a window sill and Relana leaning against the window sill with her hands beside his feet. The two them in front of the a window pane and outside resided the moon, shinging as bright as ever. Thier minds were made up.


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