Untitled (March 2000 version)

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

"Why do I have to be the one to go to the store?" Duo grumbled as he made his 
way to the grocers to pick up the food. "Here it is, my birthday, and they make 
me do the shopping. I can't be.... MMMPH!" he struggled as a sweet-smelling rag 
was held over his mouth.

//Chloroform// he thought as he passed out.

Duo woke some time later. He had no idea how long he'd been out, but he knew he 
didn't like being chained up like this.

"Nice to see you awake." a voice leered.

Duo tried to reply, but there was a ball gag in his mouth. What was worse was 
that there was a leather hood on him that had no holes for his eyes, so he could 
not see what his abductors were doing. He kicked and struggled as they cut his 
pants and underwear off, exposing him, then forced his legs apart and began to 
grope him, 

Duo thrashed about, trying to get free. He managed to get his arms untied, but 
the abductors quickly grabbed him.

"You shouldn't have done that." a cruel voice told him. "Now, I have to punish 
you."

Duo's right arm was held out straight and he felt a sudden pain as it was 
suddenly severed just about the elbow while at the same time someone forced a 
spiked dildo into him and his left hand was dipped into a dish of acid and left 
to dissolve until only the bones remained.

Duo screamed into the gag, but it went unheeded by his tormentors.

The dildo was removed and he felt someone holding him, ramming their erection 
deep inside of him, taking the virginity he'd been saving for Heero, and coming 
inside him. 

Several more took turns until Duo was beyond help. Then their leader, who'd been 
filming everything at this point, hacked a sat-dish and broadcast the events 
over live TV.

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

Quatre paused in the middle of setting up the decorations for Duo's surprise 
birthday party and switched on the TV. He searched the channels then came to 
stop when he hit the one Duo's torture was being broadcast on.

"Allah..." he whispered. "Heero! Trowa! Wufei! Get over here, now!"

"What..." Heero began, then he saw what Quatre was looking at. 

"Heero, can you pinpoint their location?" Quatre asked.

"I can try." Heero said, getting onto his computer and searching down the 
satellite hack. "Found it." He said, after several minutes. "Let's go get him 
out of there."


Duo's body stiffened in pain as the torture went on, the spiked dildo was shoved 
back into him and secured in place so it wouldn't slip out, then he was 
subjected to more burns. By this time, there wasn't a single unblemished spot on 
his entire body. He was so far gone he didn't even hear the door being kicked 
open.

Quatre, Wufei, and Trowa immediately started blasting Duo's abductors while 
Heero untied Duo and removed the dildo. Heero pulled a blanket from his 
emergency kit (which he kept in the same place as his gun) and wrapped it around 
Duo.

"Duo..." he whispered to the wounded pilot. He picked Duo up and carried him out 
to Wing. 

Quatre and the others finished killing off the last of the kidnappers and 
returned to their own Gundams. Then they followed Heero back to the safehouse.

Heero carried Duo inside and put him into his own bed, lovingly covering him 
with a warm blanket. "I want him to be here with us." he told Quatre, his eyes 
never leaving Duo's battered form. Somehow, even in this shattered, broken, and 
burned condition, Duo was still beautiful to him, and it was this beauty that 
made the gashes, burns and other signs of torture all the more ugly to him. He 
leaned over and kissed Duo's lips, softly. His breath hitched in a sob as he 
felt Duo's last breath upon his lips, as if Duo had held out just long enough to 
feel one gentle touch before he died. 

"Rest now, my beloved." he said, quietly, tears running down his face, unchecked. 
"You've earned it."

The others had finished taking down the decorations and were sitting on the sofa 
when Heero trudged in.

"Heero," Quatre said, gently, taking Heero into his arms as Heero broke down. 

"Heero," Trowa asked. "Can I get you anything?"

Heero nodded, numbly. "There's a black and silver box in my dresser. Top drawer. 
Bring it to me."

Trowa went to fetch the box in question while Quatre hugged Heero.

"Duo was everything to me, Quatre." Heero said. "You know that, don't you?"

"We all knew it." Quatre replied. "He loved you as much as you loved him."

"You think he knew?" Heero asked. "I mean, I never told him..."

"He could tell." Quatre replied. "I think he even knew before you did."

Trowa returned with the box and handed it to Heero. "What's in this thing?" he 
asked.

Heero opened it, revealing a long slender ceremonial dagger.

"Heero! No!" Wufei shrieked. "You can't..."

"I'm already dead, Wufei." Heero explained, sounding it. "My life ended when Duo 
died."

"Not like this, Heero." Trowa gently took the dagger from him and set it aside. 
"Let's die in battle."

"You, too?" Heero asked.

"We all feel the same way." Quatre nodded. "Duo was all this world had left of 
hope. Now that he's gone, there's no reason for us to remain here. Let's go out 
together and take a few OZ soldiers with us."

Heero nodded. "If we do a mutual self destruct close enough to their HQ the 
combined blast should be enough to take them out."

The four gundam pilots buried Duo in their back yard, leaving Deathscythe to 
guard his body, then headed off for one final battle against OZ.

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

They flew in tight formation, coming in low over the OZ base, taking out 
fighters left and right until nothing stood between them and their goal.

//We'll be there soon, Duo.// Heero thought to himself. //And when we get there, 
you better be dressed for a wedding. //

"Okay, this is it, guys." Quatre told the other three. "See you on the other 
side."

"We've got two fighters coming at us." Wufei pointed out.

"Ignore them." Quatre told him. "The blast will take them out, too."

"Looks like Treize and Zechs." Heero noted. He smiled, inwardly, then activated 
two devices as the others activated their own self-destruct buttons.

Just before a blinding explosion took out Treize, the base, the four Gundams, 
and himself, Zechs could've sworn he saw Gundam Wing giving him the finger.


The explosion cleared and Heero blinked, still in the cockpit of Gundam Wing. "Damn. 
Looks like we failed, guys."

"Heero," Wufei began, "I'm..."

"All right!" A cheerful voice, wonderfully familiar, exclaimed over their 
monitors. "Personally, I think you're all idiots for getting yourselves killed 
like that over me, but I'm extremely flattered. And Heero, I accept your 
proposal."

"Duo?" Heero asked. "You're alive?"

"Heero no baka." Duo chuckled. "Of course not. I was murdered and you guys 
killed yourselves."

"But we're still in our Gundams." Heero protested.

"Of course you are." Duo smiled. "They died, too. Even Deathscythe died. Only he 
died of a broken heart rather than self-destructing."

"I'm not surprised." Heero smiled. "So, how come you came here to greet us and 
not... um... Duo?" he sounded a little nervous.

"Yup. Just like I told you guys, I am Shinigami!"

"Oh boy." Heero muttered to himself. "Here it comes."

They landed and met up with Duo who was dressed in a sleek black gloveleather 
suit, split to the navel, with a diamond choker around his neck and black gloves 
and boots.

"See?!" he laughed, doing a little victory dance around Heero. "See, I told you 
I was Shinigami, didn't I? Huh? Didn't I tell you?" He went on and on, laughing 
and flirting with Heero all the while.

Heero groaned while the others laughed, happily. 

-----Owari-----