Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Confessions of a Soldier ❯ Chapter Five ( Chapter 5 )
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By: TeeToTheFa 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 06.05.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 182 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 06.05.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 182 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: don’t own it... and I’m sure the lot of you are getting tired of hearing it as well
Warning: Duo’s mouth again... is it just me or do we Americans have dirty mouths? X3
Chapter Five: Gundam Deathscythe
“You didn’t need to be smart to know that Howard was in league with the doctors, hell, you could be stupid to know that.. I mean... when G walked onto the Yankee, I laughed myself sick, literally... the man was a joke, with that wacky hair, and the huge ass nose.. I was half tempted to ask him if his mother was a witch back during the Salem witch trials.. But that would have been very rude.. So I settled for laughing my ass off.. And to my surprise, he didn’t do or say anything... poor guy, must have been like that his whole life.. Kids teasing him about his...hair haha!”
The guys laughed at this. Duo was indeed right, the doctors were very strange, in fact, there were times that they all had laughed themselves silly, well, except for Heero, but when had Heero laughing in his life, besides when he had blown something up.. Duo’s attitude had been the same for everyone.. He would constantly scoff at them and call them names.. But they loved him for it.. That was just...Duo.
“Well, as soon as umbrella head an I were acquainted, he and Howard got busy... and it was then that I learned of the Project Meteor, the program to send Gundams to earth as battle machines... now, I was no expert, but when someone mentions Gundam.. Then you cannot, not be interested in the topic of discussion.. And I snooped.. It was really fun too, cet, I got dust up my nose from being in the air vents.. And yes Trowa.. I watch way too many ninja movies.. But I dare... it’s fun seeing actors make all those funny noises—hazan chop!!
Anyways, G was requesting to use the Yankee as the gundam transport until he could find a suitable pilot for the gundam.. And well, there was money in it for Howard, so the old fart was in for it, he didn’t so much as blink as he accepted it, and the million cash reward... G must have been loaded... Anyways... the gundam was loaded into the spare compartment at the back of the Yankee, and that part was now off limits, it was like they were trying to hide it.. Must have been easy, hiding a goddamn mobile suit in plain day light.. Helllooooo, rule number one... never hide something shiny and cool from Duo Maxwell.. He ends up finding it, and then you can kiss it bye bye..... hehehe, I’m like a racoon, I’m attracted to shiny objects...
Well, for once, I didn’t snoop farther than I knew I had to.. More or less, I stumbled across the information one day when Howard had asked me to clean out the systems... and I admit it... what I saw was nothing I wanted to see.. The plans were all laid out in front of me.. There... a machine called Deathscythe, indestructible, made of Gundanium alloy...specializing in combat, stealth... and they were looking for a pilot with high stamina, and a need for revenge or something against the alliance.... the further I looked into the files, the more I was becoming sick.. They were just going to use a human being to become a killing machine.. I wanted revenge against tthe alliance, but I didn’t want people to die by a blood thirsty killer.. It was at that point that I knew that something needed to be done about it.
That night, when everyone had bunked in... I snuck down to the compartment where the so said gundam was being held... I tell you what.. My first encounter with him was something I’ll never forget....
The braided teenager stepped into the rather large room and bright violet eyes widened in a mixture of fear, shock and wonderment. Laying before in on a platform, as still as death itself, was the Gundam Deathscythe. The black wings were wrapped around it like a cloak of darkness, making the horribly beautiful mobile suit look even more menacing than reality.
“Holy fuck...” he murmured as he walked farther into the room, his eyes roaming the black exterior, the menacing face... if he didn’t know better, Duo Maxwell would have thought that this piece of machinery was death itself.. Because, in the eyes of the boy who had seen so much for however old he was, something so terrible did look scarey and wonderful.
“So ... you’re the weapon of destruction huh?...” he mused to the gundam... it didn’t answer.. To tell the truth, he would have been really scared had the metal gundam spoke to him... but, there was something, like he was attracted to it, like it was begging him to awaken it..
“Sorry pal, there’s no way ima wake you up... you’re just a destruction bomb waiting to happen...” he murmured, waving his arm nonchalantly over his shoulder as he walked from the compartment.. Now, to bigger matters regarding a rather terrible explosive...
“ After that first meeting, Deathscythe was beginning to get on my nerves.. Every night I would fall asleep, and there he wold be, he reincarnate of death before me.. Finally I snapped, I couldn’t take it. I needed te get rid of that bastard before anything happened that I didn’t want to happen.... so I made a little, late night excavation to the weapons gallery and then I made my way to the Gundam’s compartment.
Duo slowly walked into the compartment and stared at the black gundam.. He was still in the same position as before.. Laying down covered by that cloak of darkness... but not for long... no, Duo was planning on taking it and everything else out of here... he just couldn’t let a bloodthirsty killer loose, even if he did want the alliance to pay... And quickly, he began to place the bombs in strategic places around the gundam. He looked up into the still face of the mobile suit and frowned.
“Don’t look at me like that... it’s better this way, at least you wont have to be used as a weapon of mass destruction.. That would suck very bad..” he said, then laughed at himself.
“What am I talkin to you for? you’re just a hunk a metal anyways...” he said, tapping the gundam and hopping down from him and running down behind a corner.
He reached into his jacket and pulled out the detonator and took one last look at the gundam.
“Well ol buddy, looks like you’re not going o be seeing the light of day.. So long...” and with that, he pressed the detonator button...... nothing happened. Opening confused violet eyes, he stared down at the detonator, pressing the button over an over again... instead of being met wit the intended explosion, he was met with an empty and feeble clicking sound.
“What the hell? Why. Won’t. It. Work” he bit out and turned back to the gundam.
“What did I do wrong?” he questioned.
“Duo..” a curt voice announced the presence of someone other than the teen.
“Meh?” Duo turned and his face went pale... great.. There was ol umbrella head... he was in for it now. However... the doctor dropped something on the ground that tinkled as it hit the aluminum.. It was the detonator reactors that were supposed to be in the bombs.
“Hey!–“
”Deathscythe is a piece of art work,... you should treat it with respect...” said the doctor in an unnaturally calm voice. Duo just growled and dropped the detonator.
“ I can’t let it happen, it’s against my religion” he said as the doctor raised an eyebrow
“You don’t have a religion....”
“Well, it sounded good...”
“Why don’t you pilot Deathscythe... take it to earth and become the god of death” said the doctor as he walked away, a smug smirk on his face. Duo just looked after him and then to the Gundam around the corner...
“Well.. God of death.. Hmm, sounds better than being the hero of a massacre..”
“I don’t think I need to explain that much further... I became the pilot of Deathscythe, and I was damn determined to change the world, for Solo, for Sister and Father.. I was going to become the God of Death, and I was going to open up a can of whoop ass on the alliance federation... I know you feel the same when I say that, the first time sitting in that cockpit, my heart was racing, the adrenaline was pumping.. It was almost as if his controls were meant for me, like, Deathscythe had been made with me in mind.. And once he was up and going, it was like I almost had a human connection with him, like there was a human spirit within that gundam...
And yes... you’re probably thinking I’m an idiot because I’ve been calling my buddy a he.. And it’s because he... is a he... I can’t explain it, I just know that’s all.. But as I was saying, I was astatic.. I was on my way to earth for the first time in my entire life.... and I was determined to change the pace of this war....”
There you go, another chapter from myself ^^ I hope I captured Duo’s... attitude well in this one.. It was fun to write, considering all the doctors look weird in my eyes –and other’s I am sure– I just pictured Duo laughing his ass off when he first saw umbrealla head.. Oh wait, dr G XD R&R plese, I haven’t heard from any of you in a while -sniff-
Warning: Duo’s mouth again... is it just me or do we Americans have dirty mouths? X3
Chapter Five: Gundam Deathscythe
“You didn’t need to be smart to know that Howard was in league with the doctors, hell, you could be stupid to know that.. I mean... when G walked onto the Yankee, I laughed myself sick, literally... the man was a joke, with that wacky hair, and the huge ass nose.. I was half tempted to ask him if his mother was a witch back during the Salem witch trials.. But that would have been very rude.. So I settled for laughing my ass off.. And to my surprise, he didn’t do or say anything... poor guy, must have been like that his whole life.. Kids teasing him about his...hair haha!”
The guys laughed at this. Duo was indeed right, the doctors were very strange, in fact, there were times that they all had laughed themselves silly, well, except for Heero, but when had Heero laughing in his life, besides when he had blown something up.. Duo’s attitude had been the same for everyone.. He would constantly scoff at them and call them names.. But they loved him for it.. That was just...Duo.
“Well, as soon as umbrella head an I were acquainted, he and Howard got busy... and it was then that I learned of the Project Meteor, the program to send Gundams to earth as battle machines... now, I was no expert, but when someone mentions Gundam.. Then you cannot, not be interested in the topic of discussion.. And I snooped.. It was really fun too, cet, I got dust up my nose from being in the air vents.. And yes Trowa.. I watch way too many ninja movies.. But I dare... it’s fun seeing actors make all those funny noises—hazan chop!!
Anyways, G was requesting to use the Yankee as the gundam transport until he could find a suitable pilot for the gundam.. And well, there was money in it for Howard, so the old fart was in for it, he didn’t so much as blink as he accepted it, and the million cash reward... G must have been loaded... Anyways... the gundam was loaded into the spare compartment at the back of the Yankee, and that part was now off limits, it was like they were trying to hide it.. Must have been easy, hiding a goddamn mobile suit in plain day light.. Helllooooo, rule number one... never hide something shiny and cool from Duo Maxwell.. He ends up finding it, and then you can kiss it bye bye..... hehehe, I’m like a racoon, I’m attracted to shiny objects...
Well, for once, I didn’t snoop farther than I knew I had to.. More or less, I stumbled across the information one day when Howard had asked me to clean out the systems... and I admit it... what I saw was nothing I wanted to see.. The plans were all laid out in front of me.. There... a machine called Deathscythe, indestructible, made of Gundanium alloy...specializing in combat, stealth... and they were looking for a pilot with high stamina, and a need for revenge or something against the alliance.... the further I looked into the files, the more I was becoming sick.. They were just going to use a human being to become a killing machine.. I wanted revenge against tthe alliance, but I didn’t want people to die by a blood thirsty killer.. It was at that point that I knew that something needed to be done about it.
That night, when everyone had bunked in... I snuck down to the compartment where the so said gundam was being held... I tell you what.. My first encounter with him was something I’ll never forget....
The braided teenager stepped into the rather large room and bright violet eyes widened in a mixture of fear, shock and wonderment. Laying before in on a platform, as still as death itself, was the Gundam Deathscythe. The black wings were wrapped around it like a cloak of darkness, making the horribly beautiful mobile suit look even more menacing than reality.
“Holy fuck...” he murmured as he walked farther into the room, his eyes roaming the black exterior, the menacing face... if he didn’t know better, Duo Maxwell would have thought that this piece of machinery was death itself.. Because, in the eyes of the boy who had seen so much for however old he was, something so terrible did look scarey and wonderful.
“So ... you’re the weapon of destruction huh?...” he mused to the gundam... it didn’t answer.. To tell the truth, he would have been really scared had the metal gundam spoke to him... but, there was something, like he was attracted to it, like it was begging him to awaken it..
“Sorry pal, there’s no way ima wake you up... you’re just a destruction bomb waiting to happen...” he murmured, waving his arm nonchalantly over his shoulder as he walked from the compartment.. Now, to bigger matters regarding a rather terrible explosive...
“ After that first meeting, Deathscythe was beginning to get on my nerves.. Every night I would fall asleep, and there he wold be, he reincarnate of death before me.. Finally I snapped, I couldn’t take it. I needed te get rid of that bastard before anything happened that I didn’t want to happen.... so I made a little, late night excavation to the weapons gallery and then I made my way to the Gundam’s compartment.
Duo slowly walked into the compartment and stared at the black gundam.. He was still in the same position as before.. Laying down covered by that cloak of darkness... but not for long... no, Duo was planning on taking it and everything else out of here... he just couldn’t let a bloodthirsty killer loose, even if he did want the alliance to pay... And quickly, he began to place the bombs in strategic places around the gundam. He looked up into the still face of the mobile suit and frowned.
“Don’t look at me like that... it’s better this way, at least you wont have to be used as a weapon of mass destruction.. That would suck very bad..” he said, then laughed at himself.
“What am I talkin to you for? you’re just a hunk a metal anyways...” he said, tapping the gundam and hopping down from him and running down behind a corner.
He reached into his jacket and pulled out the detonator and took one last look at the gundam.
“Well ol buddy, looks like you’re not going o be seeing the light of day.. So long...” and with that, he pressed the detonator button...... nothing happened. Opening confused violet eyes, he stared down at the detonator, pressing the button over an over again... instead of being met wit the intended explosion, he was met with an empty and feeble clicking sound.
“What the hell? Why. Won’t. It. Work” he bit out and turned back to the gundam.
“What did I do wrong?” he questioned.
“Duo..” a curt voice announced the presence of someone other than the teen.
“Meh?” Duo turned and his face went pale... great.. There was ol umbrella head... he was in for it now. However... the doctor dropped something on the ground that tinkled as it hit the aluminum.. It was the detonator reactors that were supposed to be in the bombs.
“Hey!–“
”Deathscythe is a piece of art work,... you should treat it with respect...” said the doctor in an unnaturally calm voice. Duo just growled and dropped the detonator.
“ I can’t let it happen, it’s against my religion” he said as the doctor raised an eyebrow
“You don’t have a religion....”
“Well, it sounded good...”
“Why don’t you pilot Deathscythe... take it to earth and become the god of death” said the doctor as he walked away, a smug smirk on his face. Duo just looked after him and then to the Gundam around the corner...
“Well.. God of death.. Hmm, sounds better than being the hero of a massacre..”
“I don’t think I need to explain that much further... I became the pilot of Deathscythe, and I was damn determined to change the world, for Solo, for Sister and Father.. I was going to become the God of Death, and I was going to open up a can of whoop ass on the alliance federation... I know you feel the same when I say that, the first time sitting in that cockpit, my heart was racing, the adrenaline was pumping.. It was almost as if his controls were meant for me, like, Deathscythe had been made with me in mind.. And once he was up and going, it was like I almost had a human connection with him, like there was a human spirit within that gundam...
And yes... you’re probably thinking I’m an idiot because I’ve been calling my buddy a he.. And it’s because he... is a he... I can’t explain it, I just know that’s all.. But as I was saying, I was astatic.. I was on my way to earth for the first time in my entire life.... and I was determined to change the pace of this war....”
There you go, another chapter from myself ^^ I hope I captured Duo’s... attitude well in this one.. It was fun to write, considering all the doctors look weird in my eyes –and other’s I am sure– I just pictured Duo laughing his ass off when he first saw umbrealla head.. Oh wait, dr G XD R&R plese, I haven’t heard from any of you in a while -sniff-