Impossible
A Gundam Wing Fan Fiction
Rambled Off by The Manwell
Book One: PILOTS
Duo Maxwell
Ah, I just love fireworks. The explosion rocks the ship and takes out most the enemy's defense. But, luckily, there are a few manned mobile suits left standing. Otherwise this would be a hideously boring mission. I begin my dance of death, slicing through my opponents as I dodge bullets.
This is a training exercise for me. It's not as if that pitifully weak firepower will actually damage my suit. Still, why borrow trouble? And besides, I'll take any opportunity I can get to work on my reaction time. I pivot and bring my scythe into play again. I sigh as the suit I've decapitated tumbles to the ground with a satisfying crash. This is so way cooler than the simulators.
I take a moment to absorb the changing layout of the battlefield. Thus far, Deathscythe is the only Gundam here. I grin.
"All right! Looks like I got here first."
No sooner do the words leave my mouth than a corona of light glinting off of white Gundanium gleams across the screen. God damn it! Someone up there must really enjoy pissing me off. I lean forward and move to enter the fray in earnest once again. I put a grin into my voice and call out over the comm., "What took you, Heero?"
I know I irritate the hell out of him when I say stuff like that. So I toss a few more digs out just to be sadistic. "Don't worry," I console him with saccharine sweetness, "I left you some action."
God, I just love pushing him. Especially when we're in battle. In front of the other students, I do my good-ol'-buddy-Duo routine. But out here... My grin takes a turn for the feral. Out here with the adrenaline pumping and my past humiliation in mind, I'm a whole different kind of guy.
I recall sneaking aboard the shuttle he'd been in the process of stealing – the shuttle that would take us to New Edwards – and grit my teeth. God, I can't believe I'd fucking apologized to him. It wasn't as if I'd even screwed up that North Pacific mission at all, damn it. But hey, it's like a big game of chess. You've got to know when to sacrifice something in order to advance to the next level. And I had. I've been getting closer to him and he doesn't like it. Heh. Good.
Now all I've got to do is make sure he never, ever figures out what I really think of him. He can't know that I'm secretly on his side, cheering for him. He can't know that his victories are my victories, too. He's an amazing guy. But like hell I'll ever share that with him.
A second explosion forces my attention away from my duel. My eyes widen as I watch the control tower go up in a billowing cylinder of flame. God damn it! Heero'd managed to take out the target. Shit!
Growling, I turn back to the unfortunate survivors and start to take out my frustrations on the inadequate Leo suits. I almost laugh at myself for thinking Heero's successes are mine as well. I can be such a melodramatic idiot sometimes. Still, it's not going to take much to take the wind out of Heero's sails. Over the comm., I call, "Yo, Heero! Nice shot, man! This sure is relaxing with you doing all the hard work for me, buddy!"
I think I hear him growl back at me over the line.
I grin.
I disembowel the last Leo.
I love my life.
Notes
This scene is from episode 9. The events Duo recalls of sneaking aboard Heero's stolen shuttle is from episode 7.
: Episode 9: Duo shows up at the target first and begins to cause havoc.
: Episode 7: In the cargo hold of the shuttle, Heero's gun trained on him, Duo promises not to let the mission fail.