Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or Duo :(

Note: I know this is a small chapter, but it seemed appropriate to end it where I did :)

Vision of Death


"Clear!"

"We need more cloth! We have to stop the bleeding!"

"Clear!"

"Someone get me bandages! He's still losing blood!"

"One more time! Clear!"

The heart monitor rang still as the beating of his heart stopped and the young man's eyes glazed over, lifeless. The doctors shook their head, looking up at the clock. "Call time of Death, eleven twenty-three." Said the doctor, closing the teenager's eyes.

One of the doctors threw their masks down in defeat, heading out the door to inform the loved ones of the boy's death. The others stayed, cleaning up the room and unhooking some of the wires connected to the body.

They heard a beep, and stopped. They heard it again, and looked over at the heart monitor in shock.

They began to scramble, patching up the wound and shocking him again.

The heart monitor let out a steady beat.

The doctors stood in astonishment, looking up at the clock. "It's a miracle! Someone tell the family he's alive!"


Quatre and Wufei stood outside in the waiting room looking worse for wear. Wufei was pacing back and forth mumbling curses to himself, while Quatre sat on one of the couches staring blankly into space while twiddling his thumbs.

The doctor walked in and they immediately gave him their attention. They stood.

"How is he?" Asked Quatre, as pale as a sheet of paper.

"He should make it, we got him stable." They both let out a sigh of relief. "We almost lost him, so we advise it would be best to wait to see him until we run a few more tests."

They gave him a concerned look. "What do you mean?"

"He was dead for three minutes."

Both pilots paled considerably.

"But we brought him back. It was a miracle, you should be thankful." They looked away. "If you want to wait you can, but give it a few hours before you see him, okay?"

They nodded, and the doctor left.


Duo awoke to the clicking of a clock overhead, his eyes fluttering open to darkness. When they adjusted, he saw a plain four-corner room with white washed walls and a bed bedside his. He sat up, his head feeling slightly dizzy as he took in more of his surroundings.

He was in a hospital, he gathered. He tried to remember what happened last, and a flood of fuzzy images filled his mind. The only clear thing he could remember was arguing with Azrin.

Azrin! He thought, hoping the boy was okay. He got out of bed and headed into the bathroom to wash up, planning on leaving before anyone noticed so he could find the kid.

When he entered the bathroom he was met with a pale image of himself. He stared at it, the reflection showing his skin had paled at least five shades, making him look deathly ill.

"Is that really me?" He said to himself, reaching his hand up and touching the mirror.

He froze, seeing his tanned arm connected to himself, and the pale reflection of the other touching the surface of the mirror. He slowly pulled his arm back, hoping it was only an illusion, when he realized the reflection was in the same position, his hand unmoving.

Duo backed up, watching as the paler image of himself gave him a blank look, then snapped his head to the side, making an odd popping sound. Duo jumped and backed up into the wall, his blood running cold as he began to sweat nervously. The mirror Duo suddenly pushed his hand through and placed it on the countertop, then slowly popped his head again and started crawling over the sink.

Duo nearly screamed as he left the room and ran into the hallway, the lights dimmed and empty. He looked back, seeing nothing in his wake, and realized it hadn't come after him.

What the hell was that?! He thought to himself, debating whether he should go back inside or not.

"What are you here for?" Asked a small voice, nearly making him jump out of his skin. He swerved around to see a small girl, but she didn't have any hair. He sighed, thankful there was someone around.

"Oh, um, I think I got shot." He said, touching his stomach. He hadn't realized it before, but the pain was gone.

"Oh. I died of cancer."

Duo paused. "You died? But you're still here."

"I know; no one came for me." She said, her voice becoming oddly distant. Duo gave her a curious look as she turned and suddenly walked through the wall, disappearing out of sight.

Duo jumped back, realizing he had seen some type of hallucination, then took off running down the hall. He didn't care that he was in only a hospital gown, or that it showed his backside to the world. He wanted to get out of there as soon as possible.

Duo made his way through the back alleys towards his house, making sure no one saw him in nothing but a hospital gown and to avoid being sent back. Luckily by now the streets were empty and no one drove these parts unless they were delivering junk to the junkyard.

"At least I haven't hallucinated since then…" He mumbled to himself, crossing the abandoned street. He deducted that he had hit his head at some point and was seeing crazy dreams in real life, instead of where they should be, in his nightmares. He also wanted to find Azrin just to make sure he was alright, but he didn't even know where to start looking.


Duo's mind was lost in thought as he made it down another deserted alley between two buildings and headed out into the street without looking. He was so caught up, he didn't even see the car coming until it was too late.

Duo looked up when he saw the headlights speeding closer, and finally noticed the horn sounding through his ears. For a split second he wasn't worried, because he knew somehow he wouldn't get hurt or he would avoid death like he always did. Hell, he was shot and he still didn't die.

However, Duo's thoughts were torn when the car smacked into him, breaking his shins and sending him flying over the car, tumbling over the windshield and hood to smack into the concrete below, breaking his ribs on impact. The car lost control and swerved a bit too late, crashing into the side of a building and knocking the driver out cold.

Duo lay on the ground in a crumpled bloody mess, his left arm twisted underneath him and his legs bending below the knee as gashes littered his body and he stared at the concrete. His mind was blank as he tried to register what had happened, but the pain was excruciating.

Am I alive? He thought, trying to move. He was able to push himself up with his good arm, staring at the large gash in his stomach and his broken shins. He stared in disbelief, knowing a cut like that on the abdomen should have killed him, but he didn't feel in the least bit dizzy or faint. He remembered what it felt like to get shot. Everything became blurry, but now it was all clear.

However, the agonizing pain was still there.

He looked down at his legs and almost wanted to vomit, seeing the bone protruding from the flesh in a sickening way. He didn't know what to do; he had three broken limbs, cuts and bruises all over him, and blood pouring from a large wound on his stomach. He could only imagine what the internal damage was. He had to move, but he didn't know where to go.

Suddenly something caught his eye, and he looked down at the large cut on his arm as it suddenly started to disappear. Blood should have drenched his arm, but instead it clotted up immediately and started rapidly healing itself, like his immune system was on overdrive. Within seconds, it was gone; no scar, no nothing. It was as if it had never been there in the first place.

He was in such a stupor; he didn't know what to think. He looked down at the open gash on his stomach, and watched as it began to heal itself up as well. He could feel strange popping in his chest, like his ribs were being put back together.

He looked down at his legs, watching as the bone snapped inward and the open cut healed back to solid skin. Cuts and bruises started to disappear, and within a couple minutes, there wasn't a single scratch on him.

He stood, covered in blood and torn clothing, looking down at himself and feeling for any wounds on his stomach. Even the bullet wound was gone, and he felt completely fine.

Was it a dream? He thought, panicking. How the hell did this just happen?! He knew it couldn't have been a dream, because he felt the pain. It was real; agonizing. There was no other explanation besides he simply healed himself. Yet, that had never happened before. He had had many scrapes and bruises when he was younger, and it always took weeks just to make the swelling go down. Never had he had this serious of injury disappear within a couple minutes. What in the world was going on?!

He shook his head, deciding it was best to get home before anyone saw him, and ran off in the other direction.

The man in the vehicle lifted his bleeding head, watching the person he just hit run off into the distance.

To be continued


Done! Again, I know it's short, but with everything that happens next I didn't want to overwhelm with all the craziness that's going to happen from here. It was a slow start before, but it picks up considerably form here on. :)