Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Love is a Battlefield ❯ One-Shot

Love is a Battlefield

Lady Mars

Disclaimer: I don't claim ownership to Gundam Wing, Love is a Battlefield, or One Step Closer. I'm writing this to dedicate it to all of the anti-valentines day advocates out there.

ONWARD!

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Heero stood, alone, at the top of a large staircase. He silently watched the Valentine's Day dance going on below him. He'd rather have been back at his room planning out the mission he'd been working on for a few days, but an administrator had forced him into coming.

'What difference does it make?' he thought. 'I'll be gone by day-break anyway.' His eyes traced the ballroom floor, stooping every now and then upon one of the large pillars that held the upper levels up. 'Fools. Little do they know that this whole area is rigged with 200 pounds of C-4 and will all be a pile of ash by morning.' He turned his back to the dance floor, watching the other guests as they entered. 'Just one push of a button and this whole place goes up in a matter of seconds.' He resumed his silent vigil of the dance floor. It was going to be a long night for the young man, but it was well worth getting out of this present hellish area.

"Well look who it is," a female voice called. " Mr. Yui, the local campus weirdo." He didn't reply. "Looking for a way to escape or are you planning our mass destruction?"

'Doesn't sound like a bad idea to me.' "Shall we leave you alone or shall we just make sure your room is destroyed by lights out? Think of it, everything broken." His mind was reeling now.

'They wouldn't. I can't loose all of my files now.' "Enjoy the dance Yui, for it may be your last." The girl and her friends walked off.

'Vermin. I don't understand this blasted holiday. It's far too disgusting. It gives couples a real reason to make out in the halls. But why AM I still here? It's not like they can do anything about it.' He remained in the same spot. The girl's previous words reeled into his train of thought. 'So what if I'm a weirdo? I say they're the weird ones. But the mass destruction…There's an idea. They deserve it. Anyone associated with OZ can, no, will be destroyed.' He smiled and walked out the front doors. 'This shall be my greatest moment at this hell hole.' He slowly made his way back to his room to gather his supplies.

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The lengthy shadows concealed his lithe figure. He smiled as the next song blared through the speakers. 'Perfect irony for the moment.'

I cannot take this anymore,

Saying everything I said before.

All these words they make no sense,

I've found bliss in ignorance.

Less I hear, the less you say,

You'll find that out anyway

Just like before…

He started to pick off each one of the guests on by one. A good clean shot to the back of the neck ended it all in a clean stream of blood. The first few fell without heed, but the second round instigated panic.

Everything you say to me

Takes me one step closer to the edge, I'm about to break.

I need a little room to breathe

Because' I'm one step closer to the edge

And I'm about to break.

He killed each partygoer with out being found. He stepped out of the shadows to peer into the pool of crimson that once was the dance floor. The aura of death wafted through the stale air of the room. 'Couldn't have executed that better.' He walked out of the front doors, and into the night air. He slowly made his way down the stone staircase and stopped half way down. He stopped, turned to take one final look at the ballroom, and pressed the detonator, disappearing into the darkness.

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When the police arrived to the secluded school, it was a pile of ash. There were no clues left behind except on phrase written in blood:

Love is a Battlefield.