I have got to change
that title. Okay. This is the sequel to 'High Hopes'. It has no real content
as far as I'm concerned. Sorry it's so short.
Author: Anria Chiou Lalumin (Ahn-ree-ah Chy-ooh Lal-oo-min--not
trying to offend anyone, but even when I can't hear you people mispronouncing
my name bugs me.)
Title: Discussing Heero Yuy -- 206 AC
Category: Hm. Not entirely sure. Guess I could call it a deathfic. . .
Warnings: yaoi implicated, a little language, no real content, dead Heero.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. All characters apart from those owned
by Sunrise and Bandai are mine, though. Even the obnoxious teacher who
for some reason reminds me of Relena. . . .
Feedback: Yes please! I am a glutton for it! Mmm, feedback can be better
than chocolate. . . . Please note; flames will be used to burn my roommate's
"Now, children, we're
going on a very special visit today. We're going to visit the grave of
Heero Yuy, the man who saved the Earth and the colonies twice, and gave
his life doing so."
Loud groans from the assembled children -- well, teenagers.
"And he was no more than sixteen years old when all this happened."
Mutters about how no one their age could have done all that. Had to be
"Come, come, now children, hurry up. We don't want to be late."
"Miss, he's not going anywhere."
The teacher scowled at her class as they filed past her up the hill towards
the grave of a man who, in her opinion, was one of the greatest to ever
"Can't we study one of the other Gundam pilots? Like 05, or 02? Those
two were the coolest."
"You just want to study them because they have cool jobs now."
"Well, 02's stopped loads of assassination attempts on Relena Darlian
ever since he took up the job of protecting her, and he's such a great
fighter! All you have to do is see the videos! And 05 -- well he's
a high-ranking Preventer, isn't he? He's so cool!"
"We are going to study Heero Yuy, not Duo Maxwell or Chang Wufei.
01 was the most important of all the Gundam pilots, you understand me?"
The two arguing teenagers fell silent at the teacher's fierce glare.
"Now then." They were at the top of the hill. A white marble
tombstone, beautifully carved and bearing the inscription, `Heero Yuy,
Gundam pilot 01, 180 AC - 196 AC' stood there, all alone.
"We have come here on the anniversary of 01's ultimate sacrifice
for this special lesson."
"Yeah, so she could drag us all out of home on Christmas Eve,"
one student muttered.
"Quiet." The teacher glared at the students until they quieted.
She took a deep breath and began. "Now, Heero Yuy gave his life for
the freedom you now enjoy ten years ago today, when you were all just
children. He was a great man, with a love of life and the Earth --"
"What?" The teacher whipped around, to confront the voice that
interrupted her from behind.
A man was standing from where he had been seated behind the headstone.
All clad in black, he stood some six feet tall, lithe and slender. A black
cap was tucked low over his face, and a long chestnut braid fell down
"And just who are you to say things like this about Earth's savior?"
she demanded haughtily.
The strange man chuckled. "You call him Earth's savior. Lady, Heero
turned up late to the battle you're talking of, tried to kill himself
more times than I can count on both hands and feet, and could barely string
five words together into a sentence. He's only commemorated because his
training did not allow him to comprehend the concept of failure. He was
a brilliant soldier, but a totally screwed up person."
The children were interested now, and the teacher was livid. "Who
are you to know this?" she demanded.
"Lady, I was the first person he ever called a friend. Even if the
first time we met he was gonna blow Relena's brains out."
The man leaned back on the headstone. "He had a gun pointed at Relena
Peacecraft's head. He was going to kill her. I shot him before he got
a chance. Still don't know why I didn't shoot to kill. No wait, actually
I do know," he reflect, "I'm just not gonna tell you."
He shifted, placing his weight on his hands. "You know, the stuff
you teach about the wars in schools now is just a load of bullshit. You
could never understand it unless you had been there."
"Oh, and I suppose you were there, then?"
The man chuckled. "You sound like Relena. The first few hundred times
I met her, that is. After we met at Heero's funeral she got better, though.
Grew up a bit. And yes, I was there. I was the reason the Gundams got
the reputation that anyone who saw them had to die."
"You're Duo Maxwell, aren't you?"
It wasn't the teacher this time. Instead, the boy who had been praising
02 and 05 earlier on spoke up.
Duo smiled. "Yeah, kid, I am."
"You can't be," the teacher gasped.
Duo took off the cap, scratching at his head. "Well, I can't remember
being anyone else," he said, then clapped the cap back on.
"Mr. Maxwell, what was it like in the battles?" the children
were actually interested now.
"During them, it was an adrenaline rush -- you were reveling
in the fact that you were better than your opponents, stronger, faster,
just a better pilot. Afterwards. . . ." Duo trailed off. "Afterwards,
all you could hear was the screams of the dead and dying. Being a soldier
isn't a good thing, kid. But then, at least the rest of us weren't as
screwed up as Heero."
"Took me two years to get him to admit one emotion. Just one. Before
the rest of us started working on him, trying to get him to become a normal
person, he had no emotions, no self worth. He was a machine focused only
on the battle. He had been genetically modified to be stronger, faster,
have better endurance than a human." Duo chuckled. "He tried
to kill me a few times. Because I was a distraction to the mission."
"Then why are you alive?"
"Because I can talk my way out of anything." The manic grin
settled into place.
"That can't be why," the kid said, disbelieving.
Duo looked down at him, and there was just something in his eyes that
scared and enthralled the people who saw it at the same time. "No,
it wasn't," he said, "but it's personal, and I'm not gonna pour
out my personal life for general dispensation." He checked his watch.
"Dammit. Relena's gonna have my ass for lunch if I don't hurry up."
He started down the hill.
Duo stopped and turned back to the teacher. "What?"
"What was it you were fighting for? Your personal reasons?"
"You really wanna know the truth?"
"Sure? It's gonna shock you."
"I want to know."
Duo smiled. "I fought to make sure that Heero didn't try to blow
himself up again. I fought so I could protect his cute tush, because even
though I took the piss out of him relentlessly for wearing spandex, his
ass was the nicest thing I'd ever seen. But mostly I fought so we could
both go back to whichever safehouse we were in at that point and fuck
the hell out of each other." Then Duo turned around and walked down
the hill, laughing his head off at the shocked look on her conservative
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