Author's Note: I had some trouble naming this chapter some time ago but then a certain benefactor (coughShadowMajincough) suggested something to me and I thought: why not? The title of this chapter is the name of a song from an animated movie that came out years ago. I'll give you a hint, it came out in 1986 (or is it 1987?) but that's all the clues your going to get. SM himself is not allowed to guess so don't even think about it, buster. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing.

Warning: language, violence, death

Goodbye, So Soon?

Having blacked out for a few seconds, Wufei recovered his consciousness just as he heard Solo finish saying, "…like that!" He hadn't expected for his opponent to be able to hit so hard but now that he did know, he was going to have to change tactics.

Balling a fist, he focused his powers solely on it, covering it with intense cold, reinforcing it. Using his natural speed, he decked his reinforced hand right into Solo's gut and heard the satisfying "whoosh" of breath leaving the blond's body. Performing the same technique again, this time focusing on a foot, he swung a kick upwards, nailing Solo on the side of his head. Solo only took a step back but it gave Wufei enough room to pull in all the heat around him and blast it straight into Solo, sending the other flying away.

Swiftly, he jumped back up onto his feet and took a martial arts pose; his eyes nearly a pure red color, he watched Solo regain his footing and chose that moment to strike. Wrapping coldness around his whole body, he jettisoned himself forward with a blast of heat, streaking across the snort distance between him and Solo, impacting the other harshly in the next second.

Not at all slowed down by his power, he landed a chop into Solo's right shoulder, uppercutted his stomach to force Solo to bend over, and dropped his elbow into the small of his back, kneeing him in the face before allowing him to drop to the ground. Without letting himself get back to his feet, Solo lunged at the Chinese youth from where he laid, ramming into him like a bull, trying his best to ignore the chill that striking at his very bones. Taking this in stride, Wufei lifted up both of his fists and slammed them into both sides of Solo's head simultaneously.

The sensation that the blond felt was similar to that of brain freeze as the cold from Wufei's hands permeated his very brain. Holding his head still, Wufei head-butted him and blasted him away from him again with another blast of heat. The heat did nothing to help Solo as once his feet touched the ground, he stumbled back and fell onto his ass, lightheaded.

With a hand, he clutched his head as he fought to regain his equilibrium and actually shook his head to try and clear it up. Catching sight of Wufei planning to get in close again, Solo jammed both of his hands into the earth and pulled a huge chunk of the landscape out which he then threw at the other.

Surprised, Wufei blasted a large amount of cold to shatter the large projectile. Going straight through the shattering rock, Solo charged through and landed a punch into Wufei's chest. Reinforced as he was, Wufei didn't even leave the ground but when he tried to punch back, Solo grabbed the offending arm, spun around, and pulled downward, flipping Wufei over his back to slam down into the dirt. Feeling particularly malicious, Solo didn't hesitate for a second as he slammed a foot down into Wufei torso, burying him into the ground but leaping away without attempting something else.

Solo was wising up to how the other fought and he figured that keeping a little distance right now would be beneficial. Instead of blasting his way out as Solo figured he would, Wufei pulled himself out of the earth, scowling at the other as he got back up to his feet.

Wufei didn't bother with idle chatter, not this time around, instead preferring to hold out both of hands, each appearing to hold something, like a handle maybe, even though there was nothing but air in them. In his right hand, the air began to gain a cold, bluish color while in his left it was a hot red. The two colors, at least from Solo's point of view, elongated, forming long, thin objects, both looking like spears or something like that.

Wufei blasted himself at Solo with a wave of heat, slashing the blue spear first which Solo dodged by jumping away. Not slowing down, Wufei continued forward, striking with the red spear and scraping Solo's torso with it. Had Solo been a normal person, his skin would have been burned severely, his bodily fluids bubbling from the injured area. Since this was Solo and he wasn't a normal person, he didn't experience any of the aforementioned, instead feeling a spike of heat cut into his chest. His skin wasn't marred, showing no sign of injury as usual, but his shirt had a lovely cut in it.

Son of a bitch, how many clothes was he going to have to go through?

As Wufei struck at him again with the blue spear, thrusting it at him, he curved his body just so it barely missed him and slammed his elbow down into Wufei's wrist, doing his best to ignore the sharp chill that shot up and down his arm, numbing it almost. Caught off guard by the pain he had inflicted, Wufei let go of his spear of cold and brought his injured hand to his body. Pain throbbed through it and he was having a hard time twitching his fingers. He would have to get it checked out once this fight was over to make sure it wasn't broken.

Glaring at Solo, Wufei slashed at him with his remaining heat spear.

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The earth shook and rumbled with each and every step Mudball took as he chased after Trowa who was doing his best to fight back with each and every plant he could summon up. Roots and vines shot out from the ground and wrapped around the rock monster's leg but Mudball didn't even notice the effort as he effortlessly pulled his legs out of the makeshift bindings one at a time.

Having been too involved with his latest attempt to slow Mudball down, Trowa was in noticing a large rocky foot appear overhead and drop down to smash him. Around him, plants broke through the ground and pulled him under just as the foot slammed into the ground. Burrowing through the earth, Trowa emerged a distance behind the rocky behemoth who was look doing at the spot where he had been previously, stumped that there wasn't any squished Trowa there.

That had been close, too close in his opinion. He couldn't afford to come that close to death again if he wanted to come out of this in one piece.

Blocking everything out, even the rock monster, Trowa concentrated on his center, clearing his mind as he readied himself for what was to be an endurance trial. Snapping open his brown eyes, which were emitting an intense brown light, he summoned and grew every single kind of plant that he could think of and sent them all at Mudball.

Vines, roots, branches, stems, the works, all of it sprung from the ground and wrapped all over Mudball's enormous body. Not willing to be stopped by this, Mudball resisted the restraints, tearing most of them out of the ground as he did so but only for other plants to replace those in restraining him. Jerking in place, Mudball ripped more out of the ground but Trowa kept on throwing more and more at him until he was practically immobile.

Like before, spikes shot out of the monster's body, ripping through plants and vines and loosening himself up. Growling to himself, Trowa sent more at him, the roots and vines wrapping around the newly formed spikes and rebinding the monster's body again. Mudball continued to resist, growing more and more spikes out of his exterior until his monster form resembled a creature made entirely of spikes, and Trowa continued to wrap more and more plants around him until Mudball's immobility was assured and complete.

From inside the monster's head where Mudball himself resided, the hefty boy realized the futility of resisting, a fact that he didn't take well, and ejected himself out. Without him providing the necessary power and support, the rock behemoth collapsed on itself, taking the plants that wrapped all around it with it. Trowa didn't care about that since the plants had told him about Mudball's escape.

With the help of his plants, he burrowed under the dirt and emerged just inches behind the rotund youth. Leaning forward until his mouth was close to Mudball's ear, he breathed, "Boo."

Mudball, in response, shrieked like a little girl.

The fatty whirled around, swinging a rock clad arm at Trowa but the unibanged youth twisted his sword and chopped the incoming arm off. Stumbling back, Mudball screamed out, not just in pain but in fear. The buckling of the earth alerted Trowa to Mudball's last ditch attempt to attack him and he leapt high up into the air, easily getting out of the way of the rock pillars that erupted from the ground.

Trowa's body twisted and twirled in midair and he angled himself downwards as he began to fall back down, his organic sword pointed straight down at Mudball where it impaled him right in his gut. Trowa stared down dispassionately at the writhing boy, balancing easily on the end of his unique, bladed root. He swung his body around until he set foot back on the ground again where he then pulled his organic weapon out of Mudball, along with a good amount of his intestines. Giving a disgusted look at the sight, ignoring Mudball's bawls of pain, he whirled his sharp-edged root and decapitated the disemboweled boy.

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In the ensuing chaos, Duo had formed a bubble of frozen time around himself to protect him. Jason had disappeared from sight as soon as the winds had turned fierce so while he didn't know where Jason was, he did know where he, Duo, was.

All around him, the winds swirled, spinning around and around like a twister which Duo had no doubt that that was probably what he was in the middle of. He was most likely in the calm "eye of the storm" so that was most likely the logical explanation of where he was at the moment.

Slowly peeking his head up, he searched for Jason's whereabouts, looking from side to side and even checking behind himself only to find nothing. Steadily, his eyes searched above him where he found directly above him was none other than Jason who was looking down at him with a small smirk, his arms crossed over his chest.

"It took you long enough," he called down at him. "How's about you come up here so we can settle this like men?"

"Men, huh?" Duo grumbled to himself but had to admit the proposal sounded good.

Loosening his hold on the surrounding time, he allowed the wind about him to pick him up but that was all the outside help he would allow as he created tiny tethers of frozen time that would cling onto the sides of the tornado and stabilize him. Reforming his time knives, he shot quickly towards Jason who brought back his wind blades to deflect and retaliate.

Jason easily blocked a knife but instead of waiting for the other one to come at him like usual, he countered first, thrusting a wind blade that Duo had to parry to prevent any damage to his person. Bringing up his feet, Duo kicked both of his feet into Jason's stomach and pushed back, sending Jason higher up as he shot himself towards one of the fiercely windy walls. Flipping so that he was streaking through the air feet first, he created a small surface of frozen time against the tornado's wall which he shoved off of and shot himself straight back at a recovering Jason.

Seeing Duo coming at him, Jason used the wind to stop himself in midair and throw himself back at the incoming Duo who thrusted both of his time knives at him which he deflected at the last second, leaving Duo open to attack. Jason slashed diagonally at the braided one, a strike that Duo blocked by sliding a time knife in-between himself and the approaching blade. Duo shoved back and dodged a thrust, snaking his own thrusting time knife back which Jason leant backwards to avoid, the time knife nearly cutting his cheek.

Jason swung a wind blade clumsily that Duo was easily able to parry and gained a wide opening that he took the opportunity to nearly stab Jason in the chest except Jason sped up the speed of the winds around them to separate both of them, causing the tip of Duo's time knife to almost come into contact with Jason himself. Letting himself ride along the wind, Jason watched Duo loose control and then shot himself at the defenseless boy to deal a finishing blow. However, Jason found himself slamming up against a barrier of frozen time as if he had just run into a glass window and not broken through. His face came dangerously close to his own wind blade but he only lost the skin on the tip of his nose and nothing more. Jason pushed himself off the barrier but then the barrier shoved itself back into his face and pushed him back into the tornado's wall, almost pushing him out of the tornado entirely.

Seeing his chance but not wanting to blow it entirely, Duo extended his awareness out and all over the fabric of time itself, ready to freeze it all so that he could finally deal the final blow to Jason once and for all.

But he couldn't do it.

He had wasted too much energy with fighting Jason face to face; he needed to have most of his energy at his command in order to do something of this magnitude and he had had barely any time to recover any power throughout this entire fight. Damn it, he shouldn't have messed around as long as he had! In fact, just even trying to attempt something he had just tried was tiring and he fell a few feet down before he caught himself again. By then Jason had managed to get control once more and had broken his barrier of time apart.

Dispelling his wind blades, Jason held his hands in front of himself, forming an orb of pure, concentrated, razor-sharp wind. Stabilizing it, Jason held it over his head then threw it down, straight at Duo who wouldn't be able to dodge it.

"Crap!" Duo swore as he held out his hands, working fast to build up a suitable defense in time to prevent Jason's latest attack from hitting him.

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Solo discovered something very useful: when only able to use only one of either cold or heat, Wufei became easily manageable. In fact, due to the heat he threw at him, Solo began to see the other as a more skilled version of Mobias, may that asshole rot in Hell.

Needless to say, Solo was having an easier time since he was experienced at fighting fire in the midst of a desert, even though there was no fire this time around there might as well have been for all the challenge Wufei was giving him.

"Here! Catch!" he shouted at said China guy as he threw another large chunk of landscape him, laughing in childish delight as Wufei blasted heat into it, ricocheting it away before falling to a knee, panting hard as he glared at the blond, his right hand and wrist pressed protectively against his chest. "C'mon, I know ya can do better than that!" he taunted.

It didn't matter how much he wanted to deny it, Wufei knew Solo spoke the truth. Since his right hand, and from that including the rest of his right arm, was put out of commission, he couldn't summon any chill that helped to deal a dynamic combo that had really had the other reeling at the beginning of the fight. The pain was just enough to disrupt his concentration in removing the surrounding heat that he couldn't produce any cold so pointless to say that he was severely handicapped.

But he wasn't about to throw in the towel just yet; he was still honor bound to fulfill the task given to him by Xavien. He had a debt that needed to be satisfied and he couldn't let this one chance to escape that man's clutches get away from him.

Gritting his teeth and pushing the throb of pain in his right arm out of his mind, he heightened the temperature in his left hand, raising the amount of heat in it to blazing levels but he didn't stop there. The only way he knew how to win this fight was to make sure Solo couldn't move and the one way he could do that was zap all of his energy and what better way could he do that than to use intense heat? The area around him was drenched in the color of red as more and more heat came to him; Solo narrowed his eyes, suspicious of his intentions and rightly so.

Giving out a roar of wrath, he threw the concentration of heat at the blond, willing with all of his being that this would conquer the other. Solo, however, was already acting; he punched a fist into the earth again and pulled out a rather flat piece of rock that he used as a shield as he charged towards him. The airborne ball of heat slammed into the earthen barrier, the intense heat causing the rock to melt but the makeshift shield did its job as Solo discarded it, continuing his charge at Wufei.

Flinging his arms out, Solo rammed himself torso to torso with the Chinese youth, wrapping his strong arms tightly around the other with no hint of tenderness in them. As Wufei desperately tried to gather more heat, Solo growled into his ear, "Body slam."

Pushing with his legs, he hurled both himself and Wufei up into the air where he let gravity take over and bring them back down. He carefully angled it so that when they landed, Wufei would bear the brunt of everything: the ground slamming into his back, the weight of Solo crushing him into said ground, all of it. As the dust settled down and Solo got off of the prone figure, staring down at the crumpled body of Wufei who had fallen into unconsciousness, his mind unable to take the pain that had flooded his body.

Even though he wasn't in his top shape, he nonetheless searched around until he spotted two of the other boys, the large and bulky one and the short and scrawny one. Clumsily, he took raised his fists up and beckoned for the two to attack him. However, neither of the two did anything except for the big one looking down at the smaller one. Dropping his arms, he blew air through his lips irritably. Did he had to spell out what he wanted those two to do or something? Looking down, he spotted a harmless rock which he picked up. Weighing the rock in his head, he nodded to himself as if confirming something then pitched the rock at the two others, his rock striking the big one on the head.

Apparently, pain was something the big one understood because he threw Solo a glare and growled animalistically at him. Twitching his fingers in a "come hither" motion, Solo smiled as the big one roared and rampaged towards him.

"What a moron," Solo said to himself when the other was only feet away. Solo slipped to a side, sticking a foot out and tripping the other, causing him to tumble and roll comically due to the momentum he had gathered. As Solo took his time turning around, he found out how quickly the other could recover as the larger boy grabbed his head with a large hand and slammed him head first into the ground. This other guy was strong, really strong; the blond was really dazed from that and the other guy wasn't through with him just yet.

Solo felt himself being pulled out of the ground by his head and as he was being daggled, surprisingly, he rammed a punch into his opponent's gut as hard as he could, hearing the promising sound of the other loosing all the air in his lungs. Solo landed a right hook into a cheek followed by an uppercut that caused him to be released from that beefy hand. Crouching on the ground, Solo spun a kick and knocked the other off his feet, the large bodied boy toppling face first into the dirt.

Jumping up, Solo let himself fall and delivered a piledriver into the boy's back, pushing himself up only to fall again and do another one. Grabbing hold of the skintight, black suit, Solo hefted the other up above his head and threw the other down head first, the body sinking into the dried soil up to his gut, his legs pointing up into the sky. However, Solo hadn't pulled away when a fist exploded through the ground and right into his stomach, causing him to stumble away as the other boy dug himself out of his current predicament.

Coughing, Solo watched as a scrape on the other's forehead close up, leaving not even pinken skin or a scar behind. Holy shit, this guy could heal himself! Ain't that a bitch?

"Who da fuck are you?" Solo said to himself as the large boy growled at him and charged.