Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Confessions of a Soldier ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: TeeToTheFa 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 06.05.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 259 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 06.05.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 259 | Status: Completed
A sad and dreary aura hung around the base that day, no one spoke... no one moved... it was as if time had stopped in the entire facility... no one was in the mood to do much of anything... especially four teenagers. They, at the current time, stood on the front ground of the military base, dressed in their formal greens, and their saddened expressions.... in front of them... perched on mahogany legs, decorated with flowers and ribbons, goodbye gifts, was a coffin, open to the public... to family... and friends... a gentle wind blew and one of the men walked forward, his hard cold eyes closed in attempts to wake from the dream he was sure that he was in... however, when he reopened his eyes... there was no smiling face to greet him, there was no smart remark, or freindly joke.. There was just a serene face, rounded... pale... framed by long chestnut hair that was slightly curled because the owner had refused to let it out of the constricting braid he’d had it in for as long as he had been with them....
He put a hand on the side of the coffin and looked down into the face of his closest friend... as if willing the man to move, to show them all that this was just a filthy trick, that he was alive, that he would complain that he was hungry one again.. But alas... he KNEW that the man would never move again... and it broke his stone cold heart.
“ Why.... Why you Duo?...” he asked quietly “ Why did it have to be you...” he said, clenching his fist at his side. It took a moment, but he composed himself once again and snapped to salute the fallen comrade, before walking back in between another.
The blond looked up at him and patted his shoulder..
“It hurts... Heero..” he said, as if confirming that Heero Yuy should be feeling this way. The other just nodded, and refused to lift his head again... it was then that another blond man took the podium, his hair swaying behind him in the breeze, a grim expression gracing his otherwise perfect face, and he began to speak, his voice scratchy. It was a professional eulogy, a heartfelt one that brought most at the funeral to tears.... it was difficult to believe that the only relief from the war, the only relief from everyday boredom.. Was lying, dead, in the coffin before them as the ESUN soldiers closed it up, concealing the boyish face forever.
Heero and Trowa walked forward to the flag pole as the American national anthem began to play.. Trying to steady their shaking hands.. The two gundam pilots raised the star spangled banner to half mass, and saluted it.. Everyone followed suit and saluted one of the best soldiers the Military had ever had the pleasure of meeting.
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Heero walked into Duo’s office with the others, taking off his hat and gazing around the place... it was just as Duo had left it before the deadly mission that had taken his life...clean... with pictures and memorabilia of his friends and his family... it was heartwrenching.
“I... still can’t believe he’s gone...” spoke Wufei, touching the photograph of the five of them right before the war had taken place... Heero looked down at it, and the memory of Duo’s death filled his sense, numbing him.,..
...........
The field was ablaze with fire, houses were burning, people were running, and behind it all, the Gundams were locked in battle... a battle in which they were terribly out numbered.
“Damn!!! There are just too many!!” yelled Duo as he jerked a control back, narrowly missing a hit meant for his gundam’s head... it didn’t feel right.. Something in his stomach had been telling him all day that this particular battle was not going to end well... and he hated it when he felt like that, because nine times out of ten, his stomach was correct.
“Don’t give up Duo!!” Quatre called, his own gundam slashing and hacking at the opposing force.
“Who me? The god of death give up? You must be off your rocker pal!!!” Heero had only shaken his head... even in the heat of battle, Duo still had the nerve to pull off comments and smart remarks.... to all of them, that was something that kept them going... if Duo was able to cahoot around, then they sure as hell were able to continue.
.....
The battle was coming to a close, and, as soon as Wufei swung his weapon.. The last of the enemy mobile suits had fallen... the boys had won again..
“Great job guys!!!! I say we get back home and party with SAKE!!!” Duo cheered...the man was just addicted to the japanese drink....
“I think I must agree with Duo, a drink sounds very nice” said Quatre as Wufei snorted
“ Your meaning and HIS meaning of drinking is different Quatre...”
“Yeah! I mean like, go out and get–“
That however..was the last thing that was uttered from duo’s mouth as a bright green light shot through hsi gundam. He made a choking sound... everyone turned and could not believe their eyes...
Deathscythe stood, slightly slumped over... a beam sabre impaling it through the cockpit, disabling any movement... one of the offending mobile suits had not been properly anihalated.
“NOOOOOO” Heero yelled, smashing the mobile suit away, the whole time muttering the same thing, no, no, no, Duo would be alright, it didn’t hit it’s target!. He pushed Deathscyth back and used Wing zero to pry open the hatch... what he saw.. Was nothing pretty.
Dangling in the wires and controls of the cocpit in the gundams hands... was the body of Duo Maxwell.... he looked up slowly at the faces of his friends’ gundams and moved his hand as best as possible, and salutedd them, before he went limp.. Blood dribbling down his arm and landing on the white paint of Wing Zero.
They had returned from that battle, in depressing moods, shock, pain, and sadness immobilizing their brains from thinking about anything other than their fallen friend... the Whole military base had come to greet them, cheering and clapping at the return and apparent victory of their top soldiers... They didn’t notice that Sandrock and Altron were carrying the destroyed Deathscythe, they didn’t notice the looks on their faces... however, those who were close to them had seen... and had worried.... and it all came crashing down on them when Heero exited his gundam, a limp...dead body in his arms... the clapping and cheering died away slowly as one by one they began to realize... that the body that was in his arms was pilot 02.
Hilde came running towards him, a smile on her face until she realized that it wasn’t Heero’s blood that was rolling down his rm... she slowed herself down to a walk... then, her hands went to her mouth as she caught sight of Duo, his eyes closed, his mouth in a little smile... and a blood red spot seeping on his uniform....
Heero put his hand to his face and took a deep breath, trying to control the onslaught of sadness that had
suddenly overwhelmed his senses.. He had told himself that Duo knew the risks... as did every soldier... but STILL, why did it have to be Duo?...
“Hey guys....” the three turned to see Quatre holding a cd in his hands labled with their names.
“What is it?” Wufei asked as they gathered around the blond to see what he was going on about.
“I don’ know.. But... it’s Duo’s handwriting.. And.. It was.....” Quatre struggled to say the last words “ It was made... before we went out.....” he said as they looked at each other.
There was no need for the blond to say anything more. They gathered around the boombox in the corner of the American’s office and put in the cd, turning it up and waiting to hear what was on it. When Duo’s voice began to speak to them... they caught there breath... it was almost ass if the Brunette was there again, talking to them as he had before.
“Hey guys.... well, I’m guessing that, since you’re listening to this... I’m not around any more... and, to tell the truth, I am not, or rather, was not expecting to come out of that one alive.. Something told me it was the end.. But, ya don’t need to worry, I’m probably torturing some poor angel, or maybe Satan, yeah, that would be fun, seeing ‘ol spikey run from his life when I go after him with an autograph book... yeah, now I KNOW I got you laughing, even you Stone-Cold Yuy” Heero snorted and pulled a chair over so that he was sitting there... that was Duo.. The ever optimistic pilot...
“Well... I guess, you could call this thing my will, but, then again, I don’t own anything that would be worth any value, so, I guess you’ll just have to satisfy yourselves with My story... What I’m about to tell you... if everything from my heart and soul... things that I’ve kept to myself as long as I can remember... if you want to tell the world, go right on ahead.. The more people who learn from this will make my soul rest easier... but... this is mainly for you.. To give you some lasting peace.. And allow me.. To rest in peace.. Or pieces, depending on how I died....
I’m gonna explain EVERYTHING, so that means, Heero, you have to deal with my rambles, Quatre, you might wanna make some tea or something –I always liked that peach stuff, made me feel warm and fuzzy– Trowa... bear with me.... and Wufei....you can just deal too, as much as I KNOW you’re gonna be like ‘uhg, what’s he gong on about now’ I know you are” Wufei laughed
“Baka...” he mumbled.
“Here goes nothing......this is... my story.... the story of Shinigami....”
There, that’s my first part.. And I’ve got all this planned out on paper down to every detail, so, this fic will be done sooner than I thought it would be.. And please, bear with me.. This IS a death fic, and it’s dark, none of this stuff belongs to me and stuff.... this is just how I portrayed Duo on the inside... ^^ Have fun, chap 1 to be up soon.
He put a hand on the side of the coffin and looked down into the face of his closest friend... as if willing the man to move, to show them all that this was just a filthy trick, that he was alive, that he would complain that he was hungry one again.. But alas... he KNEW that the man would never move again... and it broke his stone cold heart.
“ Why.... Why you Duo?...” he asked quietly “ Why did it have to be you...” he said, clenching his fist at his side. It took a moment, but he composed himself once again and snapped to salute the fallen comrade, before walking back in between another.
The blond looked up at him and patted his shoulder..
“It hurts... Heero..” he said, as if confirming that Heero Yuy should be feeling this way. The other just nodded, and refused to lift his head again... it was then that another blond man took the podium, his hair swaying behind him in the breeze, a grim expression gracing his otherwise perfect face, and he began to speak, his voice scratchy. It was a professional eulogy, a heartfelt one that brought most at the funeral to tears.... it was difficult to believe that the only relief from the war, the only relief from everyday boredom.. Was lying, dead, in the coffin before them as the ESUN soldiers closed it up, concealing the boyish face forever.
Heero and Trowa walked forward to the flag pole as the American national anthem began to play.. Trying to steady their shaking hands.. The two gundam pilots raised the star spangled banner to half mass, and saluted it.. Everyone followed suit and saluted one of the best soldiers the Military had ever had the pleasure of meeting.
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Heero walked into Duo’s office with the others, taking off his hat and gazing around the place... it was just as Duo had left it before the deadly mission that had taken his life...clean... with pictures and memorabilia of his friends and his family... it was heartwrenching.
“I... still can’t believe he’s gone...” spoke Wufei, touching the photograph of the five of them right before the war had taken place... Heero looked down at it, and the memory of Duo’s death filled his sense, numbing him.,..
...........
The field was ablaze with fire, houses were burning, people were running, and behind it all, the Gundams were locked in battle... a battle in which they were terribly out numbered.
“Damn!!! There are just too many!!” yelled Duo as he jerked a control back, narrowly missing a hit meant for his gundam’s head... it didn’t feel right.. Something in his stomach had been telling him all day that this particular battle was not going to end well... and he hated it when he felt like that, because nine times out of ten, his stomach was correct.
“Don’t give up Duo!!” Quatre called, his own gundam slashing and hacking at the opposing force.
“Who me? The god of death give up? You must be off your rocker pal!!!” Heero had only shaken his head... even in the heat of battle, Duo still had the nerve to pull off comments and smart remarks.... to all of them, that was something that kept them going... if Duo was able to cahoot around, then they sure as hell were able to continue.
.....
The battle was coming to a close, and, as soon as Wufei swung his weapon.. The last of the enemy mobile suits had fallen... the boys had won again..
“Great job guys!!!! I say we get back home and party with SAKE!!!” Duo cheered...the man was just addicted to the japanese drink....
“I think I must agree with Duo, a drink sounds very nice” said Quatre as Wufei snorted
“ Your meaning and HIS meaning of drinking is different Quatre...”
“Yeah! I mean like, go out and get–“
That however..was the last thing that was uttered from duo’s mouth as a bright green light shot through hsi gundam. He made a choking sound... everyone turned and could not believe their eyes...
Deathscythe stood, slightly slumped over... a beam sabre impaling it through the cockpit, disabling any movement... one of the offending mobile suits had not been properly anihalated.
“NOOOOOO” Heero yelled, smashing the mobile suit away, the whole time muttering the same thing, no, no, no, Duo would be alright, it didn’t hit it’s target!. He pushed Deathscyth back and used Wing zero to pry open the hatch... what he saw.. Was nothing pretty.
Dangling in the wires and controls of the cocpit in the gundams hands... was the body of Duo Maxwell.... he looked up slowly at the faces of his friends’ gundams and moved his hand as best as possible, and salutedd them, before he went limp.. Blood dribbling down his arm and landing on the white paint of Wing Zero.
They had returned from that battle, in depressing moods, shock, pain, and sadness immobilizing their brains from thinking about anything other than their fallen friend... the Whole military base had come to greet them, cheering and clapping at the return and apparent victory of their top soldiers... They didn’t notice that Sandrock and Altron were carrying the destroyed Deathscythe, they didn’t notice the looks on their faces... however, those who were close to them had seen... and had worried.... and it all came crashing down on them when Heero exited his gundam, a limp...dead body in his arms... the clapping and cheering died away slowly as one by one they began to realize... that the body that was in his arms was pilot 02.
Hilde came running towards him, a smile on her face until she realized that it wasn’t Heero’s blood that was rolling down his rm... she slowed herself down to a walk... then, her hands went to her mouth as she caught sight of Duo, his eyes closed, his mouth in a little smile... and a blood red spot seeping on his uniform....
Heero put his hand to his face and took a deep breath, trying to control the onslaught of sadness that had
suddenly overwhelmed his senses.. He had told himself that Duo knew the risks... as did every soldier... but STILL, why did it have to be Duo?...
“Hey guys....” the three turned to see Quatre holding a cd in his hands labled with their names.
“What is it?” Wufei asked as they gathered around the blond to see what he was going on about.
“I don’ know.. But... it’s Duo’s handwriting.. And.. It was.....” Quatre struggled to say the last words “ It was made... before we went out.....” he said as they looked at each other.
There was no need for the blond to say anything more. They gathered around the boombox in the corner of the American’s office and put in the cd, turning it up and waiting to hear what was on it. When Duo’s voice began to speak to them... they caught there breath... it was almost ass if the Brunette was there again, talking to them as he had before.
“Hey guys.... well, I’m guessing that, since you’re listening to this... I’m not around any more... and, to tell the truth, I am not, or rather, was not expecting to come out of that one alive.. Something told me it was the end.. But, ya don’t need to worry, I’m probably torturing some poor angel, or maybe Satan, yeah, that would be fun, seeing ‘ol spikey run from his life when I go after him with an autograph book... yeah, now I KNOW I got you laughing, even you Stone-Cold Yuy” Heero snorted and pulled a chair over so that he was sitting there... that was Duo.. The ever optimistic pilot...
“Well... I guess, you could call this thing my will, but, then again, I don’t own anything that would be worth any value, so, I guess you’ll just have to satisfy yourselves with My story... What I’m about to tell you... if everything from my heart and soul... things that I’ve kept to myself as long as I can remember... if you want to tell the world, go right on ahead.. The more people who learn from this will make my soul rest easier... but... this is mainly for you.. To give you some lasting peace.. And allow me.. To rest in peace.. Or pieces, depending on how I died....
I’m gonna explain EVERYTHING, so that means, Heero, you have to deal with my rambles, Quatre, you might wanna make some tea or something –I always liked that peach stuff, made me feel warm and fuzzy– Trowa... bear with me.... and Wufei....you can just deal too, as much as I KNOW you’re gonna be like ‘uhg, what’s he gong on about now’ I know you are” Wufei laughed
“Baka...” he mumbled.
“Here goes nothing......this is... my story.... the story of Shinigami....”
There, that’s my first part.. And I’ve got all this planned out on paper down to every detail, so, this fic will be done sooner than I thought it would be.. And please, bear with me.. This IS a death fic, and it’s dark, none of this stuff belongs to me and stuff.... this is just how I portrayed Duo on the inside... ^^ Have fun, chap 1 to be up soon.