Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing

Zechs perched in the open cockpit of Epyon, his blond hair flowing back in the breeze. He could not refuse the anonymous challenge that had come across the airways two nights ago. The voice sounded familiar, and he was anxious to see just who it had been. Not to mention that the language the person used was polite, but in a certain tone that you could tell they were royally pissed off. He balked when he caught the first glimpse of a Gundam flying to the designated battle area.

"No." he half whispered, "It can't be him!"

Wing Zero touched down about fifty yards away from Epyon and opened the hatch to the cockpit. Emerging from it stood a young male with slightly mussed hair, green t-shirt, black spandex shorts and mustard-yellow high tops.

"I shot you point-blank you bastard! How many times must we have this battle?"

"Hn. Just once more."

Zechs snarled 'Arrogant brat.'

They both climbed back into their cockpits, firing up the engines and energy weapons. They faced each other, ready for the other to move, but unwilling to make the first move.

'Make a move, bastard.' Echoed in both of their minds.

'Oh fuck this.' Zechs thought after a few more minutes and decided to charge.

But Zero leapt, easily clearing Epyon and came down behind, severing the tail completely off. Zechs stopped a few yards away, and whirled around, shock playing across his face. The pilot still confounded him at how agile he was with mechs; but he was never that fast before. Never that fast. He came in again, this time, ready to go airborne. Light flared, however, as their weapons met. Both Gundams leaned into each other, trying to get any leverage they could. For a moment, they broke, and Zero brought his blade around to slice off both of Epyon's wrists in one movement.

At the moment, a pink limousine pulled up, and Relena emerged, rushing over to shield Epyon.

"Stop it, Heero!" She shouted, "Leave my brother alone!"

Chuckling echoed over Zero's intercom.

"Heero, this is no laughing matter!"

"Do you relinquish the battle, Peacecraft?" snapped out.

"Heero!" Relena gasped, shocked at the animosity in the voice.

"Yes, if you grant me one wish."

"Hn. Name it."

"Let us meet, face to face, person to person."

"Agreed."

Relena backed off a few paces, unsure what to feel as the two men walked up to each other. Cobalt eyes met ice blue ones, and both glared at each other. A small gasp brought them to look at Relena, whose eyes were wide with recognition.

"Relena. I know you saw Heero and me in Antarctica, but I never truly met him like this. What do you know that I don't?"

"You're not my Heero."

"No. I'm now the third Heero Yuy." He glared up at Zechs, "Because he shot him point-blank, killing him."

Relena slowly shook her head in disbelief.

"It would have been more honorable for you two to die in a Gundam battle, then like that!"

"It's the only way I could have bested him. He piloted anything beautifully. He was any commanding officer's dream. A perfect soldier. How could I possibly beat him fairly?"

Zechs' head snapped to the side as he was hit by Heero's fist, jarring some tears that had formed.

"He was my friend."

"…Duo?" Relena tentatively asked.

"Not anymore, Miss Peacecraft."

Not Anymore.

A/N: Sorry but, there will no, repeat NO sequel.