Pussycat, Pussycat! Where Have You Been? (formerly "untitled GW Angst Fic")

-----part 1-----

"Hey, slow-poke! Try and keep up!" Duo taunted, playfully, as Deathscythe ran 
across the training ground with Gundam Wing following close behind.

"Omae o korosu!" Heero snarled as he pushed his Gundam's speed to its limits. He 
calculated Duo's next turn, and ran an intercept course.

"Duo!" he cried out as Deathscythe came straight at him. "Reduce speed!"

But it was already too late.

Deathscythe and Gundam Wing collided. Both went sprawling to the ground and 
rolled over several times before coming to a stop.

Heero pulled his Gundam to its feet, then noticed that Deathscythe was still 
lying on its side. He reached for the communicator, then noticed two things in 
rapid succession.

The first of these was that Deathscythe's cockpit was wide open.

The second was Duo's braid sticking out from beneath the fallen and immobile 
Gundam.

-----part 2-----

Heero manipulated Gundam Wing, carefully lifting Deathscythe off of Duo. Once 
the other Gundam was safely set to one side, Heero disembarked from his own and 
hurried to Duo's side.

"Duo, please... please." he fell to his knees and checked for a pulse, knowing 
that there would be none. Tears came to his eyes as he felt the shattered bones 
in Duo's arm and noticed the unnatural way his torso sagged, the once-supportive 
ribcage shattered in the accident.. Slowly rising, he went back to Gundam Wing 
and radioed the other pilots.


Trowa laughed, delightedly, as he, Wufei, and Quatre watched a particularly 
funny video that was part of Quatre's anime collection.

"Quatre, get the communicator." he suggested as he tossed a bit of popcorn to 
Wufei, who deftly caught it in his mouth.

"Top that." Wufei challenged, and a contest to see who could catch the highest 
thrown piece of popcorn ensued between them while Quatre went to answer the 
communicator.


"What's up?" Quatre asked, cheerfully. "Better be quick, cause I don't want to 
miss the popcorn contest."

"I..." Heero stammered, on the verge of tears... "Duo.... Quatre, Duo's... he's... 
I can't talk about it. Damn it all to Hell!"

Quatre was treated to a view of Heero slamming a fist down onto the console as 
the communicator was hung up. He knew. There was no doubt in his mind as to what 
had just happened. Returning to the living room, he switched off the television 
and the video.

"Hey!" Wufei protested. "What gives?"

"We were watching that." Trowa pointed out.

Wufei was about to grab the remote, when he saw something in Quatre's eyes. Or 
rather something not in them. It was as if someone had reached into his soul and 
had removed all the joy, hope, and happiness from them.

"Quatre?" he asked. "What's wrong?"

-----part 3-----

Quatre sank onto the sofa, put his face into his hands. and cried. "It's not 
fair." he sobbed. "Allah if this is your idea of a joke, it's not funny. Not at 
all." he picked up a picture of the five of them together that had been taken 
during a rare vacation they had enjoyed the previous summer and hurled it 
against the wall.

"Quatre!" Wufei exclaimed. He pulled Quatre close and rocked him, gently. "Shhh... 
shhh." he whispered. "It's all right."

"No," Quatre whispered, "nothing will ever be all right again. There is nothing 
but despair now." he clung to Wufei, his body racked with sobs.

Heero trudged into the room, carrying Duo's shattered body in his arms.

"Oh no..." Trowa's heart sank as he looked toward the doorway and saw Heero 
standing there. He stood up from the couch and let Heero place the body there.

Heero knelt by Duo's lifeless body, holding his hand and weeping bitterly.

"Duo..." he lamented. "Duo, please come back. I'm sorry. It was an accident, Duo. 
We were just training. You're not supposed to die during training, baka! Duo! 
You come back right now!"

"Heero," Wufei put a hand on Heero's shoulder. "do you want to talk about it?"

Heero shook his head.

"Heero, I know how you feel." Wufei sympathized. "Maybe not exactly, but don't 
forget, I lost someone I loved, too. You can talk to me, Heero."

"Will it make the pain go away?" Heero asked.

"It never goes away completely." Wufei admitted. "But you can bring it down to a 
dull ache."

"No." Heero shook his head. "I'm to blame for this. If I hadn't collided with 
him... "

"Why don't you tell me what happened?" Wufei asked. "It might make you feel 
better."

Wufei listened as Heero told him about the training session and about how he'd 
found Duo under Deathscythe after the other Gundam had been knocked down.

"That shouldn't have happened." Wufei remarked.

"You're right, it shouldn't." Heero agreed, still sobbing, "It wasn't combat. A 
soldier's supposed to die in combat, not during training."

"I meant the cockpit door coming open." Wufei replied. "Why did it come open? It 
should've remained shut until Deathscythe came to full stop."

Heero looked up at him. Wufei was right. Had someone sabotaged Duo's Gundam? It 
was unlikely that someone who knew as much about Gundam wiring as any of the 
five pilots would've made a mistake in making repairs to their Gundams, so that 
had to be the answer. But who would murder Duo? Who knew where they were? Who 
had a motive for killing someone as wonderful as Duo?

There were a lot of answers for who would want to kill them all, but for this, 
Heero could only come up with one.

Heero bent down and gave Duo his first... and last... kiss. Then he stood up and 
headed for the door.

"Let him go." Wufei told Trowa. "It'll be easier to make funeral arrangements if 
he's not here."

By the time the arrangements were finished, but Trowa and Wufei were drained 
physically and emotionally. Quatre had cried himself to sleep. 

The door swung open and Heero staggered in, drunk and laughing.

"Where the hell were you?" Trowa asked.

"Pussycat pussycat, where've you been?" giggled Heero, "I've been to London to 
kill the Queen." he collapsed into fist of hysterical laughter.

"My god," Wufei said, as he looked down at Heero's prone form, then back up at 
Trowa, "you don't think he...?"

"I honestly don't know." Trowa replied. 

-----Owari-----