Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ A Gundam's Tale ❯ A Gundam's Tale ( One-Shot )

Title: The Gundam's Tale

Author: Windy-chan

E-mail: windykotaa@earthlink.net

Pairings: 2+3

Warnings: DEATH FIC!!! Major angst, shounen-ai , POV (Deathscythe)

Category: AU, songfic, deathfic

Notes: Eheh… yet another deathfic… >.<;;; I like the GW boys really. I really need to find some less depressing songs to be inspired by… "The Lighthouse's Tale" is by Nickel Creek, and it's a really good song, but the lyrics are really depressing… hence the really depressing fic. *Sweatdrop* I kinda changed the gender of the love mentioned in the lyrics. ^^' It was originally a girl. Also the point of view is from Duo's Gundam, Deathscythe, which I think is a first… it certainly is for me! Pleeeeeeeeease read and review! And don't forget to have some tissues handy… ^^;;;;;

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or "The Lighthouse's Tale", though I wish I did. Don't bother suing, `cause all my money's going to paying for the books I need for college. >.<;;;;; You're welcome to my angst muses, though!

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The Gundam's Tale

By Windy-chan

~*~ - Flashback

/ / - Lyrics

/I am a lighthouse

Worn by the weather and the waves

I keep my lamp lit to warn the sailors on their way/

I am the Gundam Deathscythe. Long ago, I fought in battles with my pilot, Duo Maxwell. Now, all I am is a husk of a mobile suit. My broken body lies abandoned in a grass field, and on certain days, when the wind blows gently through the wild flowers, I swear I can hear the joyful laughter of my pilot and his love…

/I'll tell you a story

Paint you a picture from my past.

I was so happy, but joy in this life seldom lasts…/

Most of the time, no one came to this spot to look at me. It's just me and the field of flowers, and sometimes wild animals… but sometimes, every once in a great while, the other three pilots came to visit this spot. They left things with me, various gifts to honor my pilot's memory. They usually came during the spring. They talked to him, thought they knew he couldn't hear them, but I listened. They seemed happy enough, though they missed my pilot terribly. Especially the one called Quatre. I think he knew that I listened. It always seemed as though he was talking to me, and not my pilot. Many seasons have passed. I'm over-grown, now, and one by one, the pilots stopped visiting me. One by one… they all died. It's been many seasons since I last saw Quatre… he was the last one to leave. He was so torn with grief… I wish I could have helped him, but I'm just metal now… I almost can't see through my eyes anymore. Poor Quatre… I wonder how it must have felt to watch his friends die one by one… I think he must have felt like I did when I lost my pilot.

/I had a keeper,

He helped me warn the ships at sea.

We had grown closer `till his joy meant everything to me/

Duo Maxwell was a good man, as far as I could see. Through me he watched news from around the world and the colonies, and I knew that he fought to protect his world with me so others wouldn't have to suffer like he had. He'd told me his past. He told me everything. I don't know why, but I think he might have known that I wasn't just a machine like most humans thought. Even my creator didn't realize there was more to me than just metal and electronics. Together we fought the ones who wanted to take over the colonies. We were damaged often, though I took more damage than he did. I did my best to protect him. He was my pilot, he cared for me, saw I was more than Gundanium, and so I began to care deeply for him… I don't know if that was a mistake or not. I'm just a Gundam, after all… I know nothing of emotions.

/And he was to marry

A boy who shone with beauty and light.

And they loved each other, and with me watched the sunsets into nights./

It was a crazy world that we lived in. Somehow among all the fighting, my pilot found four friends, four fellow Gundam pilots, and more, he fell in love. At first, Duo was scared and sad. He'd sit with me, talking to me most of the night. He'd fallen in love with the one called Trowa Barton, and he was terrified that the other boy wouldn't share his feelings. I'd seen Trowa many times before, and I understood why Duo had been so scared. The other pilot didn't seem like he showed much emotion, unlike my pilot. For a while, I had thought it'd be hopeless, that my poor pilot would remain heartbroken, but somehow, they managed to get together. I don't know the details, since that was something my pilot hadn't shared with me, and it wasn't like I could actually go inside the safehouses with my pilot, but Duo found out about Trowa's feelings, or Trowa found out about Duo's feelings. Either way, they were in love and happy. I remember one time Duo and Trowa had taken myself and Trowa's Gundam, Heavy Arms, out to a wildlife reserve. They'd camouflaged us and sat together on a hilltop, eating a picnic dinner and watching the sunset. At that moment I had felt… content.

/And the waves crashing around me,

The sand slips out to sea.

And the winds that blow remind me of what has been

And what can never be…

He had to leave us

My keeper, he prayed for a save return

But when the night came, the weather to a raging storm had turned/

Even though my pilot was in love, the war raged on. Together, he and Trowa fought the OZ mobile suits, but one day, Trowa had to leave on his own… he wouldn't tell my pilot anything about his mission, just that he had to do it alone. Trowa and Heavy Arms left, and Duo stayed with me, worrying and praying to God to bring his Trowa back to him. However, Duo's master, my creator, had other plans. He sent us after Trowa, to "clean up," he said. If I had known what was going to happen… I would have broken down on the spot.

/He watched his ship fight

But in vain against the wild and terrible wind

In me so helpless as dashed against the rocks he met his end./

When we came to the place where the master had sent us, Duo and I watched in horror as we saw Heavy Arms fighting his way through hundreds of mobile suits. It was a hopeless battle, and we knew that it was one that Trowa didn't plan on surviving. I can remember it all so clearly…

~*~*~*~*~

Duo punched on the comm system. "Trowa, are you insane?!" Duo asked as he sent me towards the battlefield. "You're gonna run out of ammo! It's 50 to 1 out there! You can't win!"

"Duo, I told you I was doing this alone!" Trowa replied back sharply, his face the blank mask he used to prevent everyone from knowing what he was thinking.

"G had different ideas," Duo said. "And I'm glad he did. I just with the others had been contacted, there's no way they could get here in time-"

"Stay back!" Trowa yelled, firing a missile at us, blowing up the ground beneath us, causing us fall.

"Trowa, what the hell are you doing?!" Duo screamed, frantically making me get back up again.

"My mission," Trowa said coldly, then his voice softened. "I'm sorry, Duo…"

"Why?! What are you-" Duo broke off when we were knocked down by a shockwave. Duo gasped for breath and banged on my console when my view screen shorted out. "Dammit, Deathscythe, this is no time to quit on me! We gotta help…" Duo's voice drifted off when the picture suddenly came back. "Trowa…" The base was gone. It had been blown up in a huge explosion, and all that was left as a crater. Most of the mobile suits had been caught in the explosion, all but a score who were coming after us… most, including Heavy Arms. Trowa was gone. I shook hard when the enemy mobile suits started to fire on us, but Duo was oblivious to it all. He wasn't reacting. I set off an alarm and the noise seemed to jar him out of his daze.

"Why the hell can't they leave us ALONE?!" Duo screamed at the top of his lungs, tears falling down his cheeks as we cut through the ranks of mobile suits, destroying each and every one of them with my scythe. Finally, when the last one had fallen, we stopped. Slowly, we walked over to where we had last seen Heavy Arms, making our way through the devastation.

/Then on the next day

My keeper found him washed up on the shore

He kissed his cold face and that they'd be together soon he swore/

We found Heavy Arms, but it was very badly damaged. Most of it was destroyed, and the cockpit was empty. Duo climbed out of me and fell to the ground, walking across ash and debris, looking among the scraps for any sign of Trowa. Finally, he found him; he was covered in soot, burns and blood, and his neck was broken. Crying softly, Duo gathered Trowa's body into his arms, cradling him to his chest, like a child crying over a broken doll…

/I saw him crying

Watched as he buried him in the sand/

"Don't worry, love," Duo whispered, kissing Trowa's cold lips. "We'll be together again soon." My pilot stood up and walked over to me, Trowa still in his arms. He climbed into my cockpit and sat down, smiling sadly. "Sorry to leave you like this, Deathscythe… but without him, it ain't worth goin' on. Not even for the colonies…" Still smiling, he hit the self-destruct button. "Trowa…"

/Then he climbed my tower and off the edge of me he ran…

And the waves crashing around me,

The sand slips out to sea.

And the winds that blow remind me of what has been

And what can never be…/

I'm still in that same place where my pilot and his love sacrificed themselves, Trowa for the colonies and Duo for his love. The devastated landscape slowly healed, erasing all signs of the OZ base that had held most of OZ's mobile suits and had been their major manufacturer. All that's left are the broken hulks of Heavy Arms and I; a reminder to all who stumble upon us of what was the price of peace…

/I am a lighthouse

Worn by the weather and the waves

And though I'm empty I still warn the sailors on their way…/

Owari