Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing.... Damn...

Pairings: Eventual 121, maybe some 343, haven't decided as of yet.

Warnings: Eventual Shonen Ai, maybe violence, and Rock n' Roll baby.

Notes: The title for this fic came to me when was listening to a David Bowie song, of course the song was called Diamond Dogs, it's a kickass song and I recommend that you all have a listen to it some time. Just a short rant on Bowie, he's a gifted musician and a killer song writer and I took a que from his work and decided to come up with something of my own. So in short, major thanks to David Bowie for being my muse, as most musicians are, and to the boys of GW for being my puppets in this little play. Now, Ladies and Gentlemen... Take your seats... And Enjoy the show. Curtains part

In The Valley Of The Diamond Dogs By Black Dragon62

Chapter 1: Ladystardust

'So, here I am. Just sitting in this over stuffed trailer, with people waiting on my every whim. Bringing me the best food, and only bottled water, and the best things that money can buy... What else would someone expect from a rockstar? I have it all it seems. Money, big houses, money, expensive cars, money, a boat, and did I mention money? I have it all, and I should be one of the happiest people in the galaxy, and why? Because for the past 6 years, I have been recognized as an intergalactic star. One of the best in the business. All my shows sell out, my records shoot to the top of the charts, and stay there till I release another... but why am I feeling so crappy? I know it's a cliche for a rockstar to go through a melo- dramatic depression, but I can't seem to help it. I've felt this way since my career began. Now I'm 21. Why do I still long to be 15 again? Shit, when I was 15, there was a fucking war going on, people getting killed, innocent and guilty alike. But it still didn't make it right. One death didn't justify the cause for another. And I fought in the war, to end the suffering of others, and my own. But, here I am, again in the prissy trailer with idiots at my beck and call. All I wanted back then was an end to it all, it didn't matter to me who won or lost, who died or lived, as long as it all ended; actually, I did want someone to win... me. And all the other people who stood for what I did, but all those memories are long and buried, along with the old Duo Maxwell, Death Scythe, and most of all, Shinigami. The new Duo Maxwell was born from the old, from the blood stained hands came the guitar, from my psychotic screams of warfare came my screams of melodies and harmonies, and from my pain, came my songs.'

Duo sat on a plush green couch, contemplating nothing in particular, when he was brought to reality by a gentle voice and tender eyes. A hand settled on his shoulder in comfort, as well as in command.

"Duo, get up. You're on in 3 minutes. I need you to get changed and onstage in less than that. So MOVE YOUR ASS!" Yelled the tiny woman in front of him. Hilde smiled and let out a laugh when she pushed him off the couch and onto the floor. She reveled in the indignant sound coming from the body on the floor.

"How many times do I have to tell you to stop doing that! I don't have much of an ass to begin with, and I'd like to keep whatever I have left! Geez Hilde, if you want me to hurry up, you could do it with a little less violence." Duo picked himself off the floor, and dusted off his black jeans. He quickly shot a grin to his manager and then ran off to his dressing room inside the arena. He easily made his way through the pack of roadies and arena personnel, and quickly slipped inside his room.

'Nice digs.' His eyes roamed through all the thing in the room. A few couches, a dressing table, and a full length mirror. Vases and baskets of assorted flowers and fruits were strewn amongst the room with various noted of flattery and praise. He walked over to the full length mirror, and looked himself over carefully. From the tips of his feet, to the chestnut topped head, he looked at his weary reflection and then quickly turned away. 'Why do people like me? Why do they follow me?' He shook that thought off and headed towards the rack with his changes. He sorted through the garments and pulled out a black jacket, black pants, and a blue shirt. He brushed his hair and quickly tied it into a tight braid. He looked at himself again, and made his way out of the door.

"2 minutes Mr. Maxwell."

"Thanks." He said to the stage manager. He walked steadily, his long braid swinging back and forth. He walked towards backstage, he took a quick peek from behind the amps at the crowd.

"HEY!"

"Jesus! You scared the proverbial shit out of me Hilde." He grabbed at his chest and tried to slow his breathing. "How many times have I told you not to sneak up on me like that. Shit. I almost had a bloody heart attack."

"Sorry. Couldn't resist." She giggled a bit, then calmed herself. "Ok. They are going to introduce you now. When they call you, go onstage, and your guitar is on the left side of the mic stand. Have a good show, and try not to blow it." She gave him 'V' for luck.

"Geez..." He said with sarcasm, "You give me tremendous moral support you know that?"

"Here for you tonight, the one you've all been waiting for.... DUO MAXWELL!" The crowd erupted into a roar as Duo took a deep breath. 'That's my cue.' He walked slowly on stage. The crowd cheered and whistled and clapped. Duo carefully made his way towards the mic stand. And stood facing the crowd. He lifted one thing finger to his lips and commanded that the crowd be silent. There was a hush among the crowd as he lifted his violet eyes to stare out at the ocean of people.

He took a breath. "Tonight, I would like to start a little different." A piano solo started. And Duo began to sing.

"People stared, at the makeup on his face,

Laughed at his long black hair, his animal grace,

The boy in the bright blue jeans, jumped on the stage,

Ladystardust sang his song of, darkness and disgrace.

And he was all right,

The band was all together,

And he was all right,

The song went on forever,

Yes he was awful nice,

Really quite out of sight.

And he sang all night long,

Femme fatals emerged from shadows to watch this creature fair,

Hoisted up on their chairs to make their point of view,

I smiled sadly, for a love I could not obey,

Ladystardust sang his songs of darkness and dismay.

And he was all right,

The band was all together,

And he was all right,

The song went on forever,

Yes he was awful nice,

Really quite paradise.

And he sang all night long,

OOH how I sighed, when they asked if I knew his name,

And he was all right,

The band was all together,

And he was all right,

The song went on forever,

Yes he was awful nice,

Really quite paradise.

And he sang all night long."

The song ended and the crowd was silent. "That was a David Bowie song. And a tribute to friends I knew... long ago." The crowd erupted once again into cheers and whistles. Some of the women swooned and cried at the sound of his voice. Duo looked around, and saw that Hilde gave him a silent nod of approval and a knowing smile. Duo returned the smile and started again into the mic. "Ok, now that that's over... How you motherfuckers doing tonight?! Well, you sound crazy, but I bet I'm the craziest motherfucker here! Alright boys, hit it!" And the show began...

To Be Continued...

Author's End Notes: So, you like? I chose Ladystardust, because that is actually my favorite song. And it'll get a lot more interesting as the story goes on. This is my first multi-part GW fic, so please, be nice, and review. Review's are food for the author' soul. Thanks to all. And Thanks to Bowie for the inspiration and song. Please Review!!!