Introducing another fanfic, and this one's rather cool. I've got it almost all planned out,a nd quite a few chappies already written to post. I don't want to babble, 'cause I want you to read, so continue on. Just gotta do the D-claimer...I'm only doin' it once, since doin' it all the time annoys the hell out o' me!

Disclaimer: I, Sutoomu(Storm), do NOT own Gundam Wing in any way. None at all. This fanfiction was made purely for fun and does not get me money in any way. Besides, it's not as thought I have any money to be sued for...

Now read on and enjoy my lovely fic. At least, I hope it's lovely. And review after.

Kassatsu-Life or Death

Storm

In a certain school, one Shiann High School, there resides a small gang. So very small, one would more call it a group. But this group of four is different from the others, very much so. While other groups are formed out of friendship, or a common interest, or a single purpose, this group was created out of dark pasts and current situations. They formed because of their pasts and present, and friendship was created between them, more so between a few than others. They are the group simply known as Kassatsu by the students, which meant Life or Death. The students call them this because of rumours and gossip and some eyewitness accounts, knowing none of the true facts because of the extreme secrecy of the four. The students will never know how close the name hit the mark.

Each of the four members of Kassatsu had a nickname which they were called in certain...situations. Heero Yuy, considered number 01 of Kassatsu, was called Shikyaku, which meant Assassin. Duo Maxwell, number 02 and the wierdest person to be in Kassatsu, was known as Shinigami, the God of Death. Trowa Barton, the silent enigma of Kassatsu and number 03, was called Nanashi, which meant Nameless. And Wufei Chang, number 05, was called Ryuujin, the Dragon King. The names had been given by the group themselves, for specific reasons known only to them. The students only knew that when they started calling each other by their nicks, clear out!

You may be wondering why we have numbers 01, 02, 03, and 05. 04 is missing. The answer to this is simple. Kassatsu used to consist of five members a half year ago. 04, Solo Maxwell, died mysteriously at school suddenly. The students were told he had a heart attack-at age seventeen- but the members knew it was by darker methods. They knew it, and they still mourned him, none more so than his younger brother, Duo, and Wufei.

The now four members met every lunch and break and free period, spending their time with each other and no one else, except a few special people. Duo was the only one who would actually have a conversation with anyone else, what with being the happy, go lucky, friendly guy he was. Perhaps I should explain about these boys...

Heero Yuy, age seventeen and a junior, was the coldest and most suited member for Kassatsu. He had dark, Prussian blue eyes, which were always hard as stone, cold as ice to any non Kassatsus'. His chocolate brown hair was messy and unkempt, which only added to the attraction and aura of danger surrounding him. He normally wore plain black spandex shorts and a loose, olive green tank top, which let his arms bared, his hardened muscles visible as another token of danger. He was slim and slender, as were all the boys, unnormally so. He didn't speak very much, being asocial and unfriendly, normally replying to people with either silence or a simple 'hn', or, at times, 'Omae o korosu', which meant 'I'll kill you'. Duo, though would tell you that Heero didn't have a simple 'hn'. Duo would explain how Heero's 'hn's meant many things. Only Duo knew what the 'hn's ever meant, of course, because he was Heero's lover and had an inner bond with the cold boy. Heero spoke many small words in japanese, since he was half japanese, half not, but generally kept to english for everyones sakes.

Duo Maxwell, younger brother of the now deceased Solo Maxwell, age sixteen, a sophomore, and a general go getter. He was always wearing a smile or laughing, always optimistic. His deep violet eyes which just drew people in sparkled with mischief every now and then, as well as being shadowed with death. He wore black clothes, always, in an odd priest style with a cross hanging around his neck at all times, both tokens of his younger life. He and Solo had both been raised in the Maxwell Church Orphanage, where he got his surname. The orpanage was later destroyed in some odd terrorist strike, Duo and Solo being the only survivors by luck. After Solo died, Duo began to become less friendly, but he still held onto his optimisticness for survival from depression and despair. But the most interesting thing about Duo Maxwell was the three foot long braid he possessed. It hung just past his hips, always braided with a black band at the end, and it was said he had never cut it.

Trowa Barton, age seventeen and a junior, was the quietest guy in Shiann. Some would say the quietest guy in Surellin, the large town they lived in, if it wasn't for Graegori, the deaf mute. Trowa rarely spoke, only when there was a purpose for his words. He had a completely expressionless face, by his own choice. He was rarely surprised or awed or angered, or, at least, he never showed it. He had an excellent control on his emotions. So excellent some might wonder if he even had any, or if he had just given up on the world and didn't care anymore. That was untrue, however, because Trowa's emerald green eyes were sharp and clear and wise beyond his years. One of them was always covered by the large bang which hung over one half of his face at all times. The rest of his cinnamon colored hair was tidy and neat, short. He normally wore a turtleneck and jeans, and always something around his neck to hide it, for a reason even the other members were hazy about.

Wufei Chang was chinese, with deep, raven black hair pulled back into a tight ponytail at the base of his head and onyx black eyes which flashed with fire when he was angered. He was sixteen, a sophomore like Duo, and the two of them normally didn't get along. Duo's unscholarly habits and trouble making and pranks irritated Wufei greatly, who was a serious scholar, as well as a martial arts master. Wufei preferred to meditate, and Duo's habits generally got on his nerves. But these two actually had an unbreakable bond through Solo. Duo was Solo's brother, and Wufei had been Solo's lover. Wufei normally wore loose white chinese style pants, with a tanktop and white nehru jacket to his knees. After Solo died, he had started wearing a black version, and hadn't changed back. Wufei was a straight A student before Solo's death, but now it seemed he didn't care anymore.

Everything had changed when Solo died. Duo never started a conversation anymore, and the bright light of happiness in his eyes was dimmed. His violet eyes weren't bright anymore, instead shadowed by pain and loss. Heero had become even more cold than he had been before, which was now as cold as the ice of Antartica. Trowa rarely smiled before, but he never smiled now. And Wufei seemed to just stop caring. The group had gone darker than ever with Solo's demise. It was as though they were seperating themselves from reality and the world, creating their own world, consisting of just them.

But, one fateful day, their little fantasy world was broken with a new arrival.

"Must you go, Quatre?"

Quatre's light blue, silver eyes met his sister's. "I have to, Iria," he said quietly, almost a whisper. "I can't stay here any longer. They're getting close to me, and I won't let them hurt you. You're in danger when you're with me." His eyes dropped away to the floor sadly.

"Nonsense, Quatre," Iria consoled him, lifting his chin and stroking her only brother's cheek lovingly. "I want to be with you, little brother. I've nearly lost you so many times. Besides," she pushed him teasingly. "Who better to protect me than you?"

"I can protect you better if I go, Iria," Quatre stated, his mind made up.

"You can't go!" Iria scowled. "I won't let you. I'll lock you in your room and starve you until you stay." She crossed her arms. Quatre smiled at her antics, even though he knew she was serious.

"You can't control me, Iria," he said. "No one can. I'm a danger to myself and everyone around me. I have to start over, start a new life."

"At least tell me where you're going?" she pleaded, knowing he was entirely correct. "What kind of sister would I be if I let my little brother go off alone? You could get killed!"

"I will be killed if I stay here, Iria," Quatre said firmly. "And you will, too, if I tell you. You can't fight them!"

"But, Quatre...," Iria whispered, a tear dropping down her smooth cheek. She took a deep breath to calm her nerves. "You're fifteen, and look what you have to go through..."

"It's my burden, Iria," Quatre said. "And I have to handle it alone. I'll come visit you, I promise." He pecked her cheek with a kiss as they embraced in a last hug, then stepped into the car waiting for him.

"I love you, Quatre, little brother," iria said as he rolled the window down, kissing her fingertips and placing the on his cheek. "I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you, too, Iria," Quatre replied. "I love you, sister dearest," he said, using his term for her.

"Stay safe."

"I will...," Quatre replied loudly as the car began to drive away. He waved until Iria was out of sight, then sighed and relaxed his head into the leather seat. "I'll try, Iria. I will try...I wish you knew why I had to leave for real..." Quatre's eyes became glazed as he stared out the window at nothing. "It's calling me..."

I forgot to say please. So review PLEASE! I like to be nice and kind. And if you review, I'll check out your stories, and review every one I read, and I'll review every chapter of the good ones! Unless I forget because I'm so busy going to the next chappie. Anyways, that was chapter one of Kassatsu, hope you like it so far, and read on.