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Spoilers: Episode 10 and below
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+ Chapter 1
Goodbyes Are Forever
It was Heero's movement that
woke Duo up. Usually, Heero slept like a rock, with Duo tucked under his
chin; 'for safe keeping' Duo would joke, but they both knew it was because
of the nightmares, the memories. Duo turned to glance at the fuzzy red
digits of the alarms clock. 11:00
Heero was seated at the desk in only a pair of plain white boxer-briefs.
Raising himself to one elbow, Duo listened intently. The doctors only
contacted them when it was really important.
"Taurus is a monster. It has a self-learning capability on top of an excellent
auto combat-analysis system. So, ironically we just hope that OZ's control
system is dependable enough. Otherwise, it would easily override the pilot's
commands and start acting on its own. The machine was supposed to be an
inferior model. It is a reckless, uncontrollable machine. Destroy it."
Heero nodded to himself even as the screen went black. "Acknowledged."
He turned towards Duo, but the bed was empty. A hand on his shoulder made
him look up. Duo was half-dressed, with a duffle-bag in his hand and a
sad smile. "I guess this is farewell."
Heero frowned as Duo continued while dressing and moving about the room,
filling his small duffle bag with needed items like his laptop and ration
"I have a bad feeling about this. The OZ transportation plan seems perfect.
They have two different plans -- on the ground and in the air."
Heero nodded. "But we can take them. We just need to have a plan of our
Duo paused after he pulled on his shirt. "Heero, can you go after the
air route? I'll do the ground route."
Heero nodded as he pulled on his typical mission uniform. "Aa. That's
not much of a plan, though."
Duo snorted. "No, not by a long shot. But we don't know if the other gundams
are going to be there or not, and we can't plan on it, in case they don't
show. We'll just have to hope."
Heero threw his own laptop into a bookbag. "Hope doesn't get you anywhere.
Action is always the best choice."
Duo nodded, slinging his duffle over his shoulder and fingering his cross.
"But hope is nice when you have nothing left." His eyes rose to Heero,
who was regarding him carefully. Cheerfully, he broke the somber moment.
"C'mon, Yuy, I'll give you a ride!" The seaside boarding school saw the
last of the two terrorists jetting down an empty highway on a nondescript
black motorcycle, and the moon watched as two boys stood at the feet of
two machines built for destruction. Duo pulled Heero into a close hug,
and Heero allowed him to without complaint. "I have a bad feeling about
this," Duo repeated in a whisper. "So just remember..."
"Partners," Heero returned.
With that, Duo gently cupped Heero's cheeks, and gave him a soft, sound
kiss on the lips. Heero blinked several times after Duo pulled away. "What...?"
"A goodluck kiss," Duo whispered. "Maybe Death can protect someone."
"Goodbye," Heero whispered, unsure of what to say, but wanting to say
Duo smiled. "Goodbyes are forever, Heero. This is just farewell."
Heero nodded. "Farewell, then."
With a little salute, Duo turned and mounted his laying gundam, scrambling
into the hatch. Heero watched him, fingers to his lips in pensive thought.
Then frowning, he too mounted his gundam.
Inside Deathscythe, Duo took a few moments to acclimate himself with his
gundam. He breathed in and out slowly, thinking only of the mission as
the stats played on the screen. His fingers moved along the keys without
his concious thought in the startup pattern that he had tapped out hundreds
of times. It was a movement often made in his sleep, but that knowledge
belonged to Heero alone. As the systems hummed to life, and Duo commanded
the beast to it's feet, he thought of Heero one last time. "God... if
there is a god... protect him, please."
"Approaching target, ten minutes."
Duo blinked as 'scythe's automated voice chimed into his unconciousness.
They had been flying all night, and he had fallen asleep, trusting 'scythe
to the auto-pilot. Now it was clearly daylight, as he could see when he
called up visuals of the outside. He could see the convoys on the long
range visuals. In a few moments, he should be able to pick up a clearer
short range picture.
"Approaching target, five minutes."
Ah. There was a clearer picture. He could see the land convoy easily,
and there was another gundam. 'Good,' Duo thought, then, 'Shit! Looks
like he's in trouble!"
Disengaging the auto pilot, Duo boosted thrusters to maximum, aiming straight
for the train.
"Contact in five, four, three.." Duo grimaced, positioning his scythe
just so. "..one." Contact. It was a rush of exilerating contact as he
strained against his flight harness, gravity and inertia battling with
each other as he managed to control his mechanical partner, and succesfully
derailed the train. As he righted his gundam, and sat back, he smiled
to himself. Yet another succesful operation by the Great Shinigami. Opening
up a comlink, he flashed his fellow fighter a cheerful, if a bit forced,
grin. "Hey, are you alright?"
The blonde boy smiled back gratefully. "Yes, thanks. I knew you'd come!"
Duo frowned at the visuals he was recieving on other screens. "Yeah, but
we're after the wrong one! This is a trap!"
The other boy blanched, clearly recieving the same visual of swarms of
Leos emerging from the overturned train. "They're coming by the hundreds!"
"It's just us on land," Duo said. "For now, anyway. Any plans?"
"Back to back?" the other boy offered.
"Works for me!"
Heero was busy approaching from the southeast. All of his visual screens
were on, feeding him the data of the upcoming battle, and he was highly
alert. "Five more minutes and I should be there," he muttered, altering
Wing's output slightly. "Cut straight throught the refueling station,
destroy, then backtrack through what's left of the air route. After that,
assist in clean up of the ground route... if there's anything left after
Duo has had his fun." He twisted his mouth into a wry grimace at
Suddenly, alarms were flashing on all of his screens, and new data was
being spewed out at four hundred plus words per minute. "Aries?" Heero
wondered. "No, too big..." He checked the data again. "No known match?!"
He growled then brought his beam cannon up level, aimed and shot. The
strange mobile suit dodged. "It's fast!" Heero acknowledged in wonderment.
Was this the Taurus? No, the computer had information on the Taurus, so
obviously it was something else.
Suddenly, Wing began to feed him a transmission from the mystery suit.
"Stop Zero One," it began. "We have no need for such things as beam rifles
or cannons. This is my challenge to a duel. You must accept my challenge
as a gundam pilot!"
'I'd much rather blow you away,' Heero thought, scowling at the masked
pilot, but he accepted anyway. 'Not much of a choice.'
As the duel began, Heero began trying to catalogue the new suit, when
he recieved new information. A prototype for a Leo? I didn't know Oz
had such a thing. It may be tough, but it shouldn't be a problem. This
might set me behind by a maximim of twenty minutes...'Heero began
to rearrange his plans in his head, noting that gundam zero three had
already taken off for the refueling base. He should make that in plenty
of time, Heero thought. Then all that's left is to take care of
this guy, and clean up the air crew.
"We've cleared about half, I'd say," said Quatre, panting.
"Yeah, that's about right," Duo confirmed. "Time for a change of pace,
would you say?"
"What do you have in mind?"
"Oh something along the lines of: go hog wild!"
The more petite pilot laughed. "Yes, let's give it everything we've got!"
"Wait, wait," Duo muttered. "Everything's stopped. They're broadcasting
"No, I'm picking it up now; can you hear it?"
"To all the Gundam pilots, listen! We are ready to attack all the colonies
with ballistic missiles. All the space missile sites, formally belonging
to the Federation, are now under our control. The destiny of all the colonies
is now in our hands! This is not a bluff! All the pilots must surrender
and hand over the Gundams to us immediately!"
"Oh my god." Duo clutched his cross, his face pale. "They're not serious."
"Hand over the gundams?" Quatre squeaked. "They're holding the colonies
"What are we going to do?" Duo wondered. "The colonies.."
The decision was abruptly lifted from his hands as a universal broadcast
interupted all viewscreens, broadcasting one image to everyone. The malformed
visage began to speak. "OZ! I had no idea OZ was such a bunch of idiots.
For the last time: the colonies never wanted a war with you. It is only
I who is challenging you."
"Dr. J," Heero frowned.
"Dr. J," Duo grimaced.
"This is the one who's been giving orders to one of us?" Quatre guessed.
Duo nodded, then remembering the screens were still blacked out, sighed.
"Yeah." Dr. J continued. "Attacking innocent colonies? What an inhumane
strategy that is. You guys will indeed do anything to achieve your goal...
I have no choice. I hereby declare that we surrender."
"We do?" Duo wondered.
One of his screens went clear, and there was Heero. "Heero?" Duo asked
timidly, scared of the answer. "What are you doing?" Heero didn't respond
directly, he was busy disconecting something out of sight.
"I think that good luck might come in handy," he muttered. Suddenly, he
straightened, and looked straight at Duo. "I've never had a partner before,"
he started. "Or a friend." He bit his lip, looking for words. "Thank you.
"Goodbye's are forever, Heero."
Duo's eyes welled up with tears as the screen went black, then Dr. J's
Duo hit the platform of his gundam. "Damn you, YUY! Damn you!"
At the other end of the line, Heero blanched, then realized that Duo must
have thought he cut both ends of the communication.
He disconnected the last safety wire, unhooked his harness and stood.
Dr. J was speaking as he opened his hatch.
"We surrender. But we will not hand over the Gundams. I repeat. We surrender.
But we will not hand over the Gundams."
Duo was also speaking: muttering, rather, very low, and very, very fast,
but Heero could hear him clearly over the single-way comlink that Duo
was obviously unaware of.
"I hate you, Heero Yuy, I hate you, hate you, hate you... God, I wish
you would just do it, just press the button, hurry up, hurry up... I don't
love you, I don't, not at all, not even a smidgen. Say goodbye to me?
Fine then, it's not like I care, not at all.. because I hate you, damn
you, I hate you, hate you, hate you.. I mean, why should I care about
Out on the platform of his gundam, Heero locked his jaw, nodding to himself.
It made perfect sense after all... "Acknowledged," he whispered, and pressed
the button. There was a slight pause, and Heero felt death whisper across
his cheek and envelope him as the flames inwardly engulfed his gundam.
He soared gently through the air, and it felt so good to fly, to be free
for those few moments... He didn't realize there was a single tear that
flitted from beneath his eyelids to rush down his face to his chin, where
it was erradicated as he crashed to the rocky earth.
As the last communication unit of the original Wing Gundam was swallowed
up in flames, Duo's voice ghosted, "Because we are partners, damn
you. And because I love you."
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