AN Well this is it, the end of my 'Everybody's Fool' series, ends on a rather depressing note but what were you expecting? Please R&R I hope you enjoy this chapter.
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Summary - What happened to Trowa and Wufei after Heero's death and the fate of the last of the Gundam Pilots
Shooting Star"Dragon, come away from the window."
It sounds like a request but we both know what will happen if I choose to disobey. Once upon a time I may have done but now… I'm just too tired.
"Yes Treize." The reply is out of my mouth and I'm moving before I've even had a chance to think this though.
Perfect, obedient, servile.
But alive.
At least I can say that, it's more than any of the others can. Duo and Quatre long gone, Heero and Trowa more recently, but no less dead.
Heero was killed a few months ago by Milliardo Peacecraft, Zechs Marquise, the one man who ever really stood a chance of beating him.
He shouldn't have won like that though, unconfirmed rumour says he's not too far from death himself now, just wasted away, he's got nothing left, not even Earth.
That died just a couple of weeks after Heero did and brought about Trowa's end in the process.
I still don't know what he was thinking, trying to fight with one gundam against… that.
The ultimate weapon, even more so than the gundams.
Two billion people died that day in the initial strike.
More die everyday from the cold, the poisoning, the illnesses associated from the strike, nothing grows there now, the dust is too thick, no light can get through.
The planet is in a virtual ice age, nothing can get through it, anything that is still on that planet will be dead soon, no more shuttles are being sent to try and help what few survivors remain.
Anyone that's still alive has been condemned to a slow and painful death, condemned by the man next to me.
I was on L3 at the time, with Treize of course, and I watched the announcement on the news before looking out of the window and catching the beginning of the explosion.
That was the end of the wars, there is nothing left to fight over, Earth couldn't fight any longer, there wasn't anyone left to do it. Whitefang has been suspiciously silent lately, lending credence to the rumours that Milliardo Peacecraft is either dead or dying, both by his own hand, once he saw what he'd done.
Treize agrees with the rumours. Not officially of course, officially, he proclaimed that the man who was once OZ's golden boy would be hunted till they were certain of his demise with all of his considerable power from his place as the new head of the colonies and hence mankind. Unofficially though, he's decided to let sleeping dogs lie, Quinze and the other leaders will be hunted to the ends of the universe but Zechs' corpse will be left well alone.
Treize is certain he's dead after all he said that there's no way Milliardo could have lived knowing what he'd done, he didn't say whether he was talking about what he'd done to the Earth or what he'd done to Heero, the one person who might have had a chance at understanding him.
It's an honour really that Treize said anything to me at all, a show of how much he trusts me? Or a confirmation of something I've suspected for far too long, that I'm never going to get out of here. Who would I tell anyway? Even if I did manage it.
Yes, I'm alive, but sometimes I wonder if death wouldn't be better.
As I sink onto the floor by Treize's feet I glance quickly once more out of the window.
I don't know why I was even looking, what was I expecting to see?
After all, there are no more shooting stars.
OwariAN Argh, very depressing ending but at least I left one of them alive, this is for anyone who wanted to know what happened to Wufei and Trowa. Hope you enjoyed it. Please review.