Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction / Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ All this was for you ❯ Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, so please, don't sue me. I don't own Weiss Kreuz either.

Notes: The last couple days I've been reading some really depressing fan fiction from Weiss Kreuz and Gundam Wing. Not to mention crossovers and things such as that, that I have found. Please don't kill me for this little crossover, but the idea just smacked me in the head and I felt the need to share it. Enjoy. This was meant to be a one shot, but I just felt that it needed to be longer than that, please, tell me if it is any good at all. Slightly AU. I moved the Weiss Kreuz timeline to the Gundam Wing world! Replies craved.

~Mental speech~ {Clear Thoughts}

All this was for you

By: Skeren Dreamera

A.C. 199, L2

Duo closed his eyes tightly against the hopelessness that was trying to eat him up inside. He was cursed. He'd been cursed all his life, but this time.. He thought that one person would survive his curse if he let himself love. He thought that Heero would have a chance of being overlooked. He was wrong. Opening his eyes, Duo stared up at the ruins that were the house he and Heero had shared during the years since the war. He didn't live there now. No one could live there at the moment. The walls were blackened, and aside from the burn marks that scored the outside of the building were bullet holes. He knew that if he went inside he would see worse. Every item that they had gotten each other was gone. Each trinket that Duo got Heero in his pride over his finally showing a few emotions, gone.

That didn't stop Duo from pushing inside the doorway. He took a deep breath and smiled. It was an almost eerie smile. He hadn't smiled like that since the war; fake, but seamless enough that no one would dare look past it. He was just another black shadow among the burned and bullet-ridden carnage inside, his long braid swaying silently behind him. He'd gotten away from the habit of wearing black. His friends had been so pleased to get him out of his priestly garb. He released a soft bitter laugh as he looked around his fire damaged home.

He wasn't allowed to be happy. He'd killed. He never told anyone, but he liked death. Sure, he claimed to be Shinigami, the deliverer of death. But no one ever thought he really believed it. But as he told and told and told his friends, family, even strangers:

He whispered it to himself. "I may run and hide, but I never tell a lie!"

Heero had been the one to make him stop killing. Duo had thought he would do well to join up with, or even create their own little peacekeeping group. Shunning the idea of the Preventers as too peaceful for his tastes. Heero had done the only thing Duo had no defense against at that point, giving him a long, hard look after he half joking, half seriously offered up his job solution. Heero had told Duo that he loved him. He told Duo that they should join up with the Preventers, because it would make him happy to try and keep the peace like that. Duo, in his shock, had agreed. He'd made the mistake of staying with Heero, just because of those once, so hard eyes, were gentle, open, even vulnerable for maybe the first time in his life. Duo couldn't break his heart and leave to protect him. This was the result.

He'd known there was someone out there who wasn't very happy with the Gundam pilots, but he really never gave it a thought. He picked up a picture frame from an almost collapsed desk, the twisted silver frame holding an almost intact painting that Heero had done of himself. Sort of a self-portrait. He never gave the people who were out to get him a thought for the simple reason that it was nothing new.

Duo pushed the broken glass away from the little painting that he held in his hands, a few tears sliding down his cheeks even as he maintained that determined smile. Heero told him while he was in the hospital that he wanted him to keep smiling. So Duo would, because he promised. It was the picture he was working on the day Duo left on his most recent assignment for the Preventers. Heero had protested and protested the idea of doing any pictures of himself, but Duo had finally convinced him. Duo looked down on the scene that Heero had picked. Heero had dark blue wings in the picture, a slight smile on his face, and his eyes holding a hint of fire. Duo shook his head as his fingers traced over the forcibly dried oil. He'd only been joking when he suggested that Heero do the picture this way, but apparently he had been taken to heart.

Duo let out a slightly hysterical laugh, clutching the picture close to his body. "Damn you Heero, Damn you and your precious sense of humor!"

Duo saw him just two days before, alive. He'd come back early on an emergency page from Quatre. Heero was hurt and needed him, Quatre had told him. He's in pain, he said. Duo shook his head, eyes closing again as he looked around; nothing else had survived the fire. The firemen had barely been able to get Heero out. The paints and other chemicals they kept around made it go out of control, and it was all the firefighters could do to keep it from spreading. Heero hadn't been in pain when Duo got there. He was too far-gone. All Heero had been able to say before he let go was that he loved him.

Duo opened his violet eyes, and firmed his resolve. Heero had loved him. Not loves, because you can't love if you are dead. Loved. Duo had no reason to stick with the Preventers anymore. He'd had enough. Heero had died because he hadn't taken an enemy seriously. Therefore, Shinigami was back. He was back to stay. Clutching the small little bit of Heero to himself, Duo left the charred remains of his home, never noticing that he'd avoided even stirring the soot and left no footprints in his wake. But for one lone picture frame, it looked like no one had even been there.

-____________________-

Earth.

Wufei looked up from his desk as a pile of papers landed under his nose. He'd barely avoided having his hand caught under the pile and was set to glare at the offender. He hadn't expected the offender to be Duo however, and the glare softened almost immediately in sympathy.

"Wufei. I'm done. I was here for Heero. He's gone, so I am too, get me?" Duo was smiling, the expression bordering on a smirk. His eyes though, they just seemed so very flat.

"Maxwell, what do you mean by 'gone'? I know how Heero is gone, and I'm sorry. You do not mean to kill yourself, do you?" Wufei nearly grimaced as he listened to himself. He just didn't sound like himself these days.

"Nah Wu-man, I'm not planning on getting myself killed." In just a blink all was good with Duo, his eyes merry and his voice light. It was as though nothing was wrong to him. "I just can't be here anymore. Maybe someday you'll see me around. Don't count on it though. I won't risk you guys to the Maxwell curse too. I already made that mistake. Bye Wufei, tell the others goodbye for me."

Duo sauntered out the door, leaving Wufei too stunned to move for a few seconds. He was on his feet a mere second later, opening his office door to chase after Duo. The only problem with that was that Duo was gone. It had only taken a few seconds too long, and Wufei realized that very well might have been the last time he would see his best friend. Turning back in to go to his phone, Wufei called Quatre. He simply didn't understand and he hoped one of the others would.

-___________________-

A.C. 201, Earth

The picture was in his pocket. It was one of the only possessions he kept with him. The other was a set of scythes and throwing knives he had collected. The longest of the three scythes was at his hip, hidden within his perpetual black trench coat, with the bladed folded into the specially made handle. The two handheld blades were similarly made, ready for a pull from their holders on his upper legs. The knives he kept in his pockets, a set of five throwing knives perfectly balanced blades that even Trowa would be proud of. Every single one of his weapons was black. Even the lone gun he carried, a special he'd gotten in remembrance of Heero; same style, same type that he favored, just blackened down to remove any traces of another color. He still wore his priestly garb. Right down to the collar around his neck. He still even smiled because he knew Heero would have wanted it. He was not, however, as close to sane as he once had been.

In the year since Heero had died Duo had gone vigilante. He didn't make friends, he didn't have teammates. He didn't leave a single trace of his passing. Well, he did leave traces, but no one could connect him with the dead bodies he left in his wake. This of course, would prove to be a bad thing for him, as well as a good thing.

He was currently on a self appointed mission. Since he had decided to stay on Earth, he had made a point of destroying those people he found were willing to disturb the peace he had worked so hard to gain. He was unaware that his methods had brought attention to him from two very different groups. One was Weiss, the other Schwarz, and neither had a clue how to get a hold on him.

Duo looked down another hallway, seeing yet another crowd of guards between him and an exit and cursing in his head. {I'm not in the mood for this!}

He'd already killed off his target, not to mention a good fifteen guards that had been in his way, both in and out of the room. Now he had to find a way out without killing anyone else. He didn't object killing the idiots who got in his way, but he was getting a bad feeling about being here for so long already. Killing more people would make his exit take even longer, and he didn't like that.

Backing silently down the hallway, Duo bit back a growl as he saw more people blocking his path. These people were obviously not from around here to him, but they were still in the way.

The one with the fiery red hair abruptly turned and looked in his direction, blue green eyes meeting stunned violet for a brief second before Duo spun away from the little group. Duo's long braid flew out behind him as he silently headed off towards his third and last option, up.

Not realizing the reaction of the men behind him, Duo did his best to hide his retreat, cursing to himself the entire time over his carelessness.

~Nagikins, did you just see what I just saw?~ Schuldig for once sounded completely serious, mentally prodding the dark haired boy who was beside him as they halted. Having decided that once again someone they were supposed to kill was long dead upon their arrival, they were leaving.

~What'd you see schu?~ The reply was in an emotionless voice, and the dark blue eyes of the owner turned on Schuldig.

~I think I just saw our killing ghost boys.~ This time he expanded his mind voice out so the other two could hear as well. The light haired and golden eyed Farfarello breaking into a grin with the statement, waiting to be pointed in the correct direction.

Crawford was slightly more circumspect, his blue gray eyes looking to Schuldig, then the other two before he nodded, a faint smile touching his lips. ~Then let's go get our ghost Schuldig, he's headed for the roof.~

With that last little touch, the three broke into a run, chasing after the phantom that had left them with cleanup for the past week. Duo, not realizing that he had picked up a tail, was searching for a better method of getting down from the roof other than jumping.

{Damn it, I knew this was a bad idea.} Huffing a slight breath, Duo took a step back, preparing to leap into the open air in front of him and to hope for the best. He didn't get the opportunity to jump; however, as he came face to face with the very same redhead he'd seen inside the building.

{This can't be good.} Reaching for one of his mini scythes, Duo found everything suddenly getting dark. Puzzled, it didn't immediately register that he couldn't move either. Finally, his brilliant eyes fluttered shut as Duo slumped to the floor, only to be caught up in Schuldig's arms.

Grinning widely to the bundle he'd managed to capture, he then looked over to Crawford. "So Bradley, where to now?"

"Don't call me that. Back to base. We'll deal with him when we get there. Was he hard to knock out?" Crawford turned, heading towards a separate doorway than the one they had come onto the roof from. Schuldig frowned at his team leader; he didn't ask questions like that. "A little more than I expected, why?" He answered warily, smirking slightly at Crawford.

Crawford merely nodded, turning and leaving Schuldig's sight without bothering to answer.

-__________________-

Duo groaned a little, one of his hands moving slightly only to come to a halt a second later. He was tied up. {Now where do I last remember this happening?} The thought is accompanied by not even another twitch to show that he was awake. He knew someone might already have seen him move, but it could be attributed to moving from unconsciousness to sleep if he could just hold off the laughter that was threatening to get loose. {Honestly, can't even attempt to stay in the present can I?} Keeping his eyes shut, he avoided answering either of his own questions, listening intently to the room around him, and hearing absolutely nothing.

Cracking one of his vibrantly purple eyes open he couldn't hold in a startled gasp as he came eye to eye with a feral golden orb. The keeper of said eye moved back a little, nodding to himself as he looked at Duo, his pale hair falling around his face. "Do you love god?" The odd comment is punctuated with a knife to the white priest collar around his throat.

He didn't know it was in the middle of the night and Farfarello was supposed to be tied up, and even if he did, he was sure he wouldn't care. "No, do you?"

Seeing the sudden anger in the face of his captor, as well as getting the opportunity to feel his own blood at his neck, Duo closed his mouth, waiting. "I do all I can to hurt god, do you want to hurt god?"

Deciding it would be in his best interest to answer, not that his own best interest ever stopped him from talking about something like this before, but this time just felt different to him. "I kill, that is all I want to do. God does not matter to me."

Farfarello seemed less than satisfied, licking the small amount of blood off his knife, his gaze holding that of Duo the entire time. He then used his knife to flick the cross out of Duo's shirt, his golden eye looking down to it before he again met gazes with Duo. "Your cross says you love god."

Duo smiled then, his cocky normal grin, the one he could always command to show. "I don't love god, god cursed me a long time ago man. That there means pain to me. Don't go thinking you can steal the idea either, hear?"

Farfarello stared at him in something that looked like shock for a brief moment. He was a bit unnerved that he didn't seem to have any affect on the boy aside from humor. Pushing the strange thoughts away, Farfarello leaned in close to Duo, nearly touching his nose with his own. "If I killed you, it would not hurt god. Who are you that you hurt god so?"

"I may run and hide, but I never tell a lie. Duo Maxwell, the one and only Shinigami." Duo quirked his lips slightly before turning his head a little, looking up to where his hands were firmly shackled over his head, then down to where his feet were tied to the bottom half of a bedpost. "Think you could let me outta these annoying things?"

Farfarello tilted his head then gave him a wide grin. "You will hurt god with me?" He leaned forward, pausing with all seriousness as he asked his question, pinning Duo with the temporary sanity in his feral golden eyes.

Duo nodded a little then. "Yeah, buddy, I'll hurt god with you. Can I have the name of the person who's gonna save my wrists some serious pain?"

"Jei." Jei leaned over, undoing his feet first, then leaning up to undo his hands, using the knife as a lock pick with the ease of someone who has allot of practice, his eye staying on Duo, making it clear that he is not intending on letting the boy past him.

Not that he had to worry all that much, since the moment the second shackle was halfway open, Nagi came into the room, staring briefly at the situation before freezing both in place and shouting. "Schuldig! Crawford! Farfarello is out again and he's trying to let ghost man out!"

"Ghost man? What kind of stupid name is that?" Duo tied turning his head to look at the person who called him such a name, but Jei was in the way. "Am I now dead in some fashion I should be aware of?"

The second comment is met with a giggle from Jei, who the boy had dubbed Farfarello. "He isn't too good at making up names." He whispered the comment, then seemed to consider. "They don't know my name is Jei, our little fun, yes?" He'd kept allot of secrets away from his telepathic teammate. That was just one he decided to share with the interesting stranger who called himself Shinigami.

Giving the man who was frozen in his sight a wider grin, he questioned him back, "I can call you that, right?"

"As long as you hurt god with me." His reply is accompanied by his other two teammates moving into the room.

"Damn it Farfie, can't leave you alone for an hour can I?" This grumble is from the redhead that had captured him at his last kill. And Duo found himself suddenly able to move, as could Jei as he was tugged backwards by the redhead.

Strange as it was, Duo felt a connection with the silver haired madman, and shot a wide grin up to the people who clearly thought they were saving him from him, if the concern on their faces was anything to go by. "So, who is it I've been captured by this evening?"

The look on Schuldig's face as he attempted to pick up surface thoughts was pure comedy. He looked first shocked, then slightly embarrassed before he pulled fully away from his mind, the chaos in there similar to what Farfie had, and that was enough to keep him at bay. But really, did he have to flash through all his various captures? Including the sexual ones?? "Better yet, who are you?"

"You mean I have to go through this again? All right then. I may run and hide, but I never tell a lie. Duo Maxwell, the one and only Shinigami." He'd made it a habit of tossing his normal name at his enemies, since he never used it legally anymore; he found it safe to do so. He gave a slight bow to his miniature audience from his seated position and got to his feet. His hands moving to brush himself off, though he found that to his annoyance that his things were missing, including the picture he'd had with him.

Seeing the braided man tense suddenly, Nagi was prepared, throwing up a wall of force between their group and Duo, suprised by the sudden change of attitude.

"Where is it?" Duo swung his gaze around the room with his demand, visibly trying to calm himself down, his hands checking through his pockets more fully as he waited. "Jei, who took my picture?"

Jei didn't answer, instead moving past his suprised teammates. They hadn't expected him to move in answer to that question. Using their momentary shock to push Schuldig to the side, he pulled the small oil painting out of the pile of weapons that was tucked beyond Duo's line of sight. "It's still here."

Duo reached out his hand the moment he caught sight of the much loved and much abused work of art, held back from leaping to retrieve it purely on Nagi's power. "Give me my picture."

Schuldig was about to say something when Farfarello looked at him, smiling slightly at him, and shook his head, causing the telepath to close his mouth in confusion. Crawford already knew that this odd scene had to happen, so he said nothing, merely waiting so see if the outcome was what he hoped it was.

Farfarello moved across the room, staying out of Duo's reach and looking him in the eye. "You don't kill them." He leaned close to Duo, almost touching his lips to his ear. "Not unless I ask you to, yes?" Pulling back from the violet-eyed man, Farfarello waited for the answer, ignoring his teammates.

"Alright, just give it back." Duo looked down to his hand as the picture was placed in it, and he visibly relaxed. "Thanks man."

Farfarello patted Duo on the shoulder, getting a confused look from said person, before the smile returned to his face in full force. Farfarello nodded then turned around, looking at his teammates with a wide, crazed grin. "He's mine." That said, Farfarello looked at Nagi, waiting for him to release him.

"Hey man, I don't belong to anybody! So, what are you people called anyway?" Duo glared for a moment at Jei before moving up beside him, looking curiously at the other three as he waited for a reply. He hadn't been in a team in many years, and he was almost certain that this was a mistake. He'd already decided though, so he would stay.

Nagi turned his head a little, giving Schuldig a dirty look as he felt the telepath prod at his mind. The look went entirely ignored by Schuldig however as he looked at Duo, a smirk flirting over his lips. "Schuldig." He then gestured to the other two, "Nagi, Crawford." Giving Duo a slightly puzzled glance, he gestured towards Jei. "Farfarello."

Duo grinned again, nodding a bit. "Alright, you one of those groups that has a name or no?" He lifted his eyebrows in a teasing manner, lazily making his way over to pick up his weapons. He picked up each piece with the air of greeting an old friend, tucking them back where they were designated to go without taking his eyes off the group in front of him.

"Yes, Schwarz. You seem rather peppy for having just gotten captured." Schuldig couldn't hide his amusement over that fact, covering for the fact that he couldn't read Duo's mind and silently wailing at himself over the fact that here was 'another one' who's mind he couldn't touch.

"It happens all the time, or rather, it used to." Duo shrugged, walking back around the bed to stand at the foot of the bed. "So, food while you guys tell me why ya want me?"

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Having listened to the short explanation of why they would want him as part of their team, he couldn't help a little laugh. They hadn't even managed to get to the food part yet. "So you guys are saying that you want me because I have some kind of shadow ability that none of you have. Right?"

Looking around the table to see one nod, a crazed grin, a cold stare and then a smirk, Duo for a brief second could not hold his smile, so he spun around in his chair while he tried to compose his expression. That one little group shot reminded him too acutely of his dead and out of contact friends from the war. Schuldig was the first one to speak up to this puzzling response from Duo.

"Yeah, we have our own abilities, but yours is just as valuable. I couldn't even feel your mind when you weren't cussing up a storm in it." Sounding suitably impressed the redhead slouched back into his chair, maintaining his smirk.

"Cuss often in there did I? I'll have to remember not to." Duo spun back around, a wide smile on his face, and his eyes lit with something not quite entirely sane. "Oh Heero would be angry with me if he realized I messed up like that. So, I'll fix it."

"Heero?" This little inquiry was from Crawford, he didn't see anyone else appearing in the near future, so he allowed himself to be curious.

Duo smiled a little wider, a faintly dreamy expression on his face for a moment. "Yeah, Heero. Perfect. He could handle any weapon you stuck in his hands, and wielded them well. Sad he stopped fighting." Duo shook himself out of his whimsy, looking at the others with something akin to horror on his face. These people were perfect strangers to him. No matter what connection he felt he had with the crazy Irishman, he shouldn't just trust them like that.

It must have been the fact that he was so long alone. Nodding to himself, Duo looked over to Schuldig, the apparent voice in the group, and waited. It didn't take long.

"Since this person apparently isn't in the picture anymore, are you going to join up with us? You have managed to get ahead of our kills lately anyway, it might save us all time if we worked together."

"I already said I would stay. Ask Jei if you want to understand. Is there somewhere I can go to sleep? Since you aren't going to feed me I'd really like a little break while you people get your stories straight." Duo considered his words for a moment, then realized with saddening suddenness that he just wasn't the same person he was a few years before. He didn't care anymore; thus, he actually was dismissing food.

"Come Shini," With a wide grin, Jei left the room, a casual Duo moving after him. He had yet to see the Irish at his least logical. That in and of itself puzzled the others.

"Brad-kins! I don't get it. Farfie is acting funny around that guy."

Crawford sighed, looking at Schuldig, then Nagi. "He's meant to be here. Just.. Don't try and separate the two. I have a feeling that would be a bad idea."

Nagi gave Crawford a funny look. "Why would it be a bad idea?"

Crawford shook his head, lapsing into his normal silence.

Schuldig stared at Crawford, trying in vain to dig into the curiosity, and finding nothing but a headache for his trouble. "We'll find out in due time, right?"

A cold smirk crossed Crawford's face then. "Of course."

To be continued.