Well this is new… I'm updating…can this really be happening…my god it is. Alright sorry I haven't been giving you all a story I've just been busy with sports, and now school again. Hopefully all of you that have been reading my story have not given up hope on me, if not that's wonderful, if so sob. Right bet you all want to just go straight to the story so here.

Disclaimer: don't own I know this very well and am not making any profit from the characters I write about.

"Talking"

'Thinking"

Flash back

/Radio/

Memories

Duo's POV

Aa Bb Cc Dd Ee Ff Gg Hh Ii Jj Kk Ll Mm Nn Oo Pp Qq Rr Ss Tt Uu Vv Ww Xx Yy Zz. k now i now how do thes leter thing that spel ot word. i cant spel rite now but i thik i m do good for now. I find ths bok of popr in the trash so i pick up to practice stuf i learnd from Solo nd those skools rich kidz go to. i talk fine i just cant spel wordz I want to so i practice tel i get betr. Hopefly this bok last long papr hard to come by this good.

November 7, 186 A.C. I learned how to use months at a school, I look through the windows or sneak in the classrooms to get supply's. I can now spell a lot better now. I don't want to use this book for practice anymore. Instead I want to use it for a um…not a diary…those are girly…a jou…Journal that's it a Journal. I heard that to keep what you member in journals to look at it laterz. Don't really know y, not like I'm going to lose my…shit whats it called…owell what I member, I'll never forget. (A/N: I let him learn so much cause its hard to right like that b/c my comp wants to change it all back so yeah.)

January 2, 187 A.C. Everyones getting sick I don't know what to do. The kids in the group are in so much pain from it. Solo and I can't stop it. I have stolen a bunch of different medicens from the shops, but none of them are helping any. While we walk around we here that the younger kids are first to die, and so are the elderly. We got a few little ones, and they aren't looking to good. I don't know what to do.

January 10, 187 A.C. Shit, Shit, SHIT. Solo's sick now and I'm pulling everything along by my teeth. I don't know how much longer this will all last and I'm trying my best to keep everyone alive, but some have died. We lost 2 of the youngest ones. The strangest thing is that everyone that gets this disease get a skull mark on their lower back. Its really creepy, and the mark stays there even after the people die, I've seen them on bodies when I go out. Solo also has this mark, so I know it's the same disease everyone is catching. I'm going out tonight to see if I can find anything.

June 3, 187 A.C. A lot has happened since I last wrote in you. I didn't get to save Solo…I went out and heard people talk about a cure, but it costed money and I got none. I went to the fucking hospital and tried to get the medicine by asking, I should of known it wouldn't work. They laughed, those fuckers laughed at me and told me it was for the best street scum should die so the better people could live. I stabbed him with his own pen and ran as fast as I could out of there. I tend to get violent when people talk down to me like that, so I'm trying to let out my feelings in you a bit. I went back later to steal it, but the fucking cops where around looking for me so I had to wait. The sun came up and I had to return empty handed, and wait for the next night, its to busy there in the day. I returned that night and it took awhile, but I found the medicine and took as much a I could. I got back to the gang and gave the medicine out to everyone …I guess some didn't get it in time. I had already lost 5 by that time, but 3 more joined them…including Solo. I gave him the last of what we had, but it didn't work and he told me not to cry. He told me that he would always be with me, so I took the name Duo. My name is Duo for I live for Solo as well as myself. He died in my arms and I buried him under rocks of fallen buildings since there isn't enough dirt on this colony. Bodies are collected and sent to the fires were they are cremated together. I didn't want that for him. After that I really just gave up…I didn't want to live anymore. A few days later when the kids were better they spotted the skull mark on my lower back, I didn't care though. We didn't have anymore of the antidote, and I told the others not to try and get any for me. I knew they would get caught quickly, they didn't have enough skill. The pain I felt those days were horrible. I tried not to scream so the others would not be afraid…I don't know how I lived through it, but I did. The pain faded after awhile and I was able to move a little later. I'm now the leader of the gang and have picked up others that were left alone on the street. We live in an abandon building. I still have that skull mark on my back, it won't go away. I guess I will live a while longer though. Until then I don't know.

October 17, 187 A.C. I can't believe it I got lucky, me for once lucky! My gang got caught stealing from the Federation, so they had are home knocked down, and sent us to an orphanage. I now live with Father Maxwell and Sister Helen. They are like parent to me and I love it here. My gang members are being adopted and I keep getting sent back because I cause to much trouble. So Father Maxwell sends me to school though, which I don't like very much. I beat up a lot of the other children because they make fun of me. Sister Helen was not happy with me, though she did forgive me every time. She said the kids would make less fun of me if I cut my hair, but I yelled at her again for saying that. She tried to cut the first time I got here, but kept moving so much she finally gave up. I will never cut my hair because it's all I have that really belongs to me. She braided it and now I always do that since it keeps it out of my way the best, I also can hide stuff in it. I hope this all lasts.

May 6, 188 A.C. The resistant fighters have barged in to the church today. The fighting kept getting closer and closer until Father Maxwell and Sister Helen turned the church into a makeshift hospital. The resistant made the church a base of operation and our talking about their plans. Odd, Father Maxwell is walking up to the leader. Hmm, I wonder what he's tal--.

May 8, 188 A.C. They burned the church…its gone…gone…everyone was still inside, I was gone…to steal a Mobil suit. I got it, but not in time. The only reason you were not destroyed is because I left you outside. When the rebels hit Father Maxwell I ran to help. If it would get them to leave I told them I would get them their damn Mobil suit. You were still in my hands when I went running, so I threw behind a rock when I realized it. I ran to the Federation's base, ran through the gunfire, found a Mobile suit on a transporter. I drove it all the way back, but it was to late. I returned to the smoking remains of Maxwell Church. I heard someone and ran to find Sister Helen under parts of the church. She told me how the Federation attacked the church and how Father Maxwell preached for peace to the end. Her hand slowly fell away and I saw her eye's glaze over. She died and I couldn't help but blame myself for everything that happened. I just want the dieing to stop.

February 15, 190 A.C. I've been wondering around for the past 2 years learning stuff, and honing my skills. I can pick any lock and hide my lock picks in my hair, heh told you I could hide stuff in it. I can also sneak past any type of security that I have come by just to practice. I don't care if I get caught, not like I have much to live for. I decided finally that I'm going to leave this colony and go to Earth. I'm at the ship yard now waiting for the right moment to get aboard the ship I picked out. The security on it will be tough to get by, but I can make it. If I don't make it you won' t be hearing from me then anytime soon.

September 14, 190 A.C. Whelp…I was caught. After I already snuck on. I just had a crummy hiding place behind some boxes in the storage area. I guess they noticed that some of the food supply was missing and decided to check it out. In a nutshell they saw me, which at the time I was sleeping or they never would of caught me. I was put in a cell for some time and heard the guards talking about me. They knew I was from the Maxwell Church and said I had to have mad a deal with Shinigami, but that's not true. Finally this old man came back and heard me yelling at them to get off me. He wanted to know how I got by his 'flawless' security, but I wouldn't tell him that. He asked my name and when I told him he called me 'Maxwell's Demon', but I corrected him. Not a demon but the one and only Shinigami. He didn't say anymore about it and introduced himself as Doctor G. Don't know what the G stands for, but it's there for some reason. Later he took me to a room and asked about my past which I told him or I probably would be spaced. So after the questioning was done, he told me he could use me on some projects and as long as I wasn't bein spaced I agreed to it. G's been training me in stuff like piloting and teaching me lots of mechanical shit to. He's basically training me for war. Training me in all the stuff I will need to know when out in the field. Hell, I don't mind. As long as I get to stay it's fine with me. I like it on this ship with all the people here, they call themselves 'Sweepers'. The groups fun and I fit right in, but some of them are complete asses. I haven't been in any real fights, since I'm only around the age of 10, or at least they say so I sure as hell don't know. Oh, I also met the captain of this ship and his name is Howard. He's this crazy old man that wears sunglasses everywhere, and also wears Hawaiian shirts all the time to. He's kool though and acts like a father to me…I think that's how a 'good' father would act like. Well G's callin for me so I better go or I might get punished. That usually is me runnin sprints, which really I don't mind because it keeps me in shape so I might just sit around for awhile. He can think of some pretty hard shit for the runnin thing to so it also makes me better with my speed to. Wow I babble…oh well.

December 21, 193 A.C. Wow I haven't written in you for awhile. It's been…3 years now. Oh well nothing spectacular has happened so that's why I haven't really written anything. The only thing I thought I needed to remember was that G wants me to pilot a new type of machine he designed. It's called a Gundam, and I would love to pilot it. The only reason I don't want to though is that it was built for Oz. G doesn't seem to like Oz, but they have him under their thumb though. I can't really tell to much about it, but that's why I keep refusing him. Though he looks like he's getting desperate…oh well I'll see what happens later on. Oh almost forgot, I don't know where Howard got this ship or if he built it himself, but I found the coolest room ever. It's in the hallway, but you can only get to it if you squeeze though an area that looks like spacing. I only noticed because i was hiding from some of the drunks that are takin a liking to me and it's going to far. Really it was dumb luck that I found the place, but it's a good room and I think I'll use it for when I want to get away from everything. Like when G starts to hound me again to pilot the suit.

February 24, 194 A.C. God I am in so much fucking pain. G gave me this fucked up serum that he's been testin on other people and it's either killed them or left them so fucked up they can barely move on their own. So he fucking decides to try it out on me. Yeah little old me, apparently I have a uncomely strong immune system. Oh they made sure that it was strong, putting my body against all different types of poisons, showing that I didn't need an antidote for any of them. Though the process of the poisons going through my systems still hurt like a bitch. Now he wants to put me up against that serum so I can pilot that Gundam of his, which has a new type of program in it. He got 2 big guys to strap me to a table, AFTER I had been drugged, (otherwise I would have kicked their asses.) He injected me with it and basically left me their to suffer. The pain was like nothing I ever felt before and moving just made it worse. After about 3 days of pain and people feeding me through IV's, I was able to move and register what was going on around me. G was pleasantly surprised that I lived through it and was telling me that the serum didn't seem to have any enhancing effects on me. That the others should signs of beein stronger but just couldn't handle it. So basically all the pain I went through was for nothing…well shit…I forgot to mention early that I finally agreed to pilot the Gundam after G told me to just steal it. He said I wouldn't have to fight for Oz, but against them. He said I would be taking orders from him though and do what he said to be successful. I agreed to this so I could get my revenge. My revenge for all the people that I cared for, who were taken away from me. So I will fight, and I will win.

August 5, 194 A.C. I used the program, and apparently all that pain I went through was for something. I can use the program in Deathsythe, or how I now call it the 'Death Program'…I fucking killed them all. None of them stood a chance, I just wanted to help, but instead I killed them. I was on a mission, and everything was running smoothly until I found out that all the people there were innocent. Oz was using them as cheap labor and forcing them to work. So I made a plan to get them all the people out of there, but saw a solider killing a kid right in front of his father. I snapped and slit his throat for that. The man's last screams alerted others and I was attacked. I couldn't take them all and they started killing the workers. I just screamed and used the program…after that I don't really remember much. G said it was due to all the stress from the program that my mind blanks out my memory's so I can deal with everything. Though once it all came back it tore me up. I couldn't control the machine, I couldn't control the killing, I couldn't control me. I guess I really am death, everyone who sees me die.

April 7, 195 A.C. Operation Meteor starts tomorrow.

May 1, 195 A.C. It seems that during this war I'm gonna be writing a lot because there will be a lot to tell about. First I want to talk about this guy, name is Heero it seems. He didn't tell me it, no the first time I met him I shot him…twice. Hey I thought he was a bad guy going to shoot the innocent girl. Though the girl appears to be really dumb. He had a gun pointed to her head ready to kill her, and then I showed up an shot him in the arm making him drop his gun. She goes down to help him, and I get distracted by Deathsythe coming up to early. Heero then jumps to his gun so I shoot him in the leg in order to nock the gun away from his grasping hand. The retarded girl then blames me for things and helps bandage his wounds that I just gave him…I don't know what the fuck is going on anymore at that point. So he then pops up and launches torpedoes at my mobile suit, causing it some damage. He then gets captured, and I felt bad about being the reason why. So I went to go break him out of the hospital place he was at. When I got there that annoying girl was there as well trying to get in to see Heero, I think he'll be happy that I'll get to him first. Heero really is amazing though…he was able to keep his pulse and brain waves the same as he was asleep when he was fully conscious. I mean I can do that to and everything, but that's still a hard trick to learn. I blasted in the room and got the restraints off…well I gave him my knife after he bloodied up his hand getting it out of it. We then run and jump out the exit I just made and I propel myself down cause I gave him my parachute. Though he didn't use it until about 300ft from the ground, and all he got was a broken leg. Not to mention he set himself once we got on Howard's boat. I tried being nice and get him parts for his Gundam, but didn't want help…I was surprised when he got it fixed and left the next morning…surprised until I learned he used MY GUNDAM for the fucking parts. I then later met up with him again on a different mission, which is where I learned his name from. He really is an amazing guy…I hope to become good friends with him.

July 14, 195 A.C. Ok, I've been busy with mission's after mission's, but I did meet the other Gundam pilots. Ok first is Heero Yuy who is called 01, and his Gundam is called Wing…don't really know why. He is Japanese and has he most gorgeous blue eye's eve--…I did not just…yeah well he is anti-social and literally has tried to commit suicide one to many times now. He also has the most awkward taste in clothes, green tank top with black biker shorts. He is also very physically fit because he can bend fucking metal. I swear I saw him do with my own eye's and I don't lie. He also has hair that looks like he just woke up, I wonder if it's as sof--. Ok so we'll move on now. I'm known as 02 and blah blah. Ok next there is a guy named Trowa Barton designated as 03, and his Gundam's name is Heavyarms. I know why though, because he uses so much fire power that the controls to hold his weapons are so hard to move that you better be strong or you can't fight. Oh and he has the most bizarre hair style that defies the law's of gravity…it's cool in a way. He looks to be of Latin decent and works in a circus for undercover. Let me tell you, this guy doesn't flinch when a dagger is being thrown at his head. The funniest thing about him though is that he's a clown in the circus and is almost as anti-social as Heero…oh well. The next guy is Quatre Raberba Winner, though I call him Cat or other names that cut down that mouth full. He is known as 04 and pilots the Gundam Sandrock. Cat comes from a well off family…ok lets just say he's the richest man alive, he also has 29 sisters. Yeah I first heard that right and I was speechless, though they were test tube babies, and Cat is the only one that was born from his mother. I think. He's of Arabian blood and has cute blonde hair, and teal eye's. It's hard for any one to think that Quatre can fight since he looks and acts so innocent. He is becoming one of my best friends real quickly, its just hard not to like a guy like him. And the last one is the one that has a stick up his ass all the time Chang Wufei…his name is Wufei, but that formal crap with last name first…yea I'm bored of that. He is known as 05, and his Gundam is called Shenlong. He is of Chinese descendants that must have been some type of high honor warrior people. I say this because he talks of justice a lot and I mean a lot. Now Wufei is a great guy don't get me wrong, but the way he acts just asks me to push all of his buttons. He especially hates it when I call him different nicknames, and boy do I have a lot of them. I think of as many as I can just to piss him off more. Here are just a few: Fei-Fei, Wuffie, Ching (he hates that one the most),Wu-man, and there's plenty more I'm just getting tired of writing them. All in all the quietest has to be Heero though Trowa is a close second…in fact he might be quieter…doesn't matter that much. The nicest one out of all us is Quatre hands down, and the most serious one is also Heero who really needs to get laid or something. Finally the one with the most honor is Wufei who demands high respect and will return it if deserved. Well that's all of the guy's really and we are the only 5 Gundam pilots around…right time to go piss off Wufei.

August 27, 195 A.C. Mission's suck but I don't like to write about them so I'll write more important things that are also nicer to think about. Like how I now believe that Quatre and Trowa may have something going on between them, though they are completely oblivious to it. You can tell just by how they look at one another. They are perfect for each other, I mean how they both love music and play so well together. Also how they just talk and talk even though with anyone else Tro just communicates with grunts and small sentences. Oh well I just hope I'm reading to much into this, or I'll look like an ass.

October 14, 195 A.C. Well I know now for sure that Q and T like each other. Oh there not together yet, I finally confronted them about it. It was hilarious the look on Q's face, man you thought I just told the world. Trowa didn't react as much, but the widening of his eye's and dropped jaw were enough to tell me that I was right. I tried to tell them they should follow there hearts, but both of them are to afraid of rejection…though I think I'm begging to understand. I think I'm developing feelings for Heero. I didn't really notice until he blew himself up and I was screaming his name, and yelling at him that he couldn't leave me. I don't know it's all fucked up. I think he likes that Relena bitch though, just by how she hangs around all the time. God why did I save her, I mean she is completely useless. Sure she is a pacifist, but how can she be that dumb and important at the same time. I can tell you one thing though is she needs to lay off my Heero. Oh and I do believe that Wufei may have a crush on a certain doctor… I love my life right now.

November 3, 195 A.C. Well I believe I now know for a fact I am in fucking love with none other than Heero fucking Yuy. I just can't help it, I can't stop thinking about him. And if that wasn't enough I now have dreams about him, some being very erotic. I do keep trying with Cat and Tro, but I now have my own feelings. Though Q is dealing with the whole almost killing Trowa while in Zero mode thing. That and that him destroying a lot of things while not in control of himself. I think he's almost built up enough nerve though to ask Trowa about being more than friends due to the incident. I really do hope it goes well with him…now if I can figure out Heero and which way he swings, I'll be the happiest God of Death ever. I have also been teasing Wufei more than usual, and it all goes around his crush. I know when to stop though ever since he told me about his life in prison my respect for him grew a lot that day. I just want all my friends to be happy, they deserve that much.

November 20, 195 A.C. I know for fact now Heero doesn't like Relena, go me. He actually hates her, well with her running after him and putting the mission in danger I can see why. I mean it's the mission, the thing he lives for. I hope I can change that though. She came over a few days ago yelling his name and he literally got up and locked every door and window to the safe house and told all of us not to open the door for any cause. Heh, like we would open it up for the crazed cow. The funniest thing was when he locked himself in our room muttering about ways to get rid of her that did not involve killing her, repeating in some parts 'think of the mission'. It was great, now I stand a chance at getting him. Ready or not Heero here I come.

Journal ends

1 just in case any one was wondering, Duo did not get the book until after he met Solo meaning he didn't write anthing down about his life before that. I thought it kind of pointless.

A/N: My god that took forever to write, and forever for me to update. Sorry! I was busy with try outs for soccer and then school, and then practice for soccer after school everyday. Then it was because my brother was on the comp all the time, then it was writer's block, then it was school, then it was due to family continually bugging me and wanting to know what I was writing about…my god that was a close call. Yeah none of my family knows that I write this stuff…it's quite awkward at points. So I'll try to get the next chapter up, though I don't know what to do next…Review and if you want to give ideas so it goes faster.