Notes: Ok this is the fic I've ever posted. *deep breath* Ok this is massively *massively* AU. umm sorta citrusy but thats later. Pairings are 2x6 implied 3x4 and 1x2 (its only really in the prologue I swear!!).
Warnings: Uhh... other than massively AU not much really... This has pretty much a PG rating so far.
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~thoughts~
After Colony 197
"Hey Heero look out! You got one right behind ya!" The panicked voice of Duo Maxwell crackled over the comm
Heero dodged and turned to try and strike at the mobile suit behind him. He knew as well as the other pilots that this was their final stand; last stand against OZ, Romafellor, and against their own misbegotten fate. The truth was like bitter ashes in their mouths, they had lost. They had lost the war to OZ and now there was nothing left for them to do but fight or surrender.
Though Heero didn't really know it, he was the one that kept them fighting. If it wasn't for his continued strength and dedication they would have surrendered long ago.
But their one hope, the one man who gave them the strength to fight, was, sadly, only human. The surrender and alignment of the colonies with Romafellor was the draw. Heero had been running and fighting on empty for too long now. That was why his reactions were slower and that was why the mobile doll was able to get the drop on him.
He could hear Duo yelling at him, wanting, needing, to know if he was OK, if he was alive. Duo would die to make sure Heero was alive and safe; without him Duo and everyone else would give up this madness. It was that realization that made the decision for him. They had lost and it would be best if he left, if he 'died'. Then the other pilots would stop fighting this losing battle and maybe manage to have some semblance of a life.
With that he hit the button that would let him slide down the chord and out of Zero without opening the hatch.[1] Once his feet touched the ground he ran, only pausing when he reached the shelter of a small forest and heard the loud ground shaking explosions of Wing Zero. He allowed a brief feeling of sorrow to well up in him for the destruction of his partner.
~good-bye Duo... ~
Heero Yuy, the perfect soldier was dead. He had died with Wing Zero's explosion. That meant he had to let go of Duo, the braided baka he had come to love over the few years of their personal war against the world.
Ultimately, he told himself, it would be better this way. This way Duo could have a life beyond dying in a war, even if they had lost.
"Good-bye Duo." With a decisive nod he turned and walked off, each step killing him on the inside.[2]
End of Prologue
[1] I remember Quatre did something like that in an episode. ^^
[2] Well that's all you'll be seeing of Heero for awhile. He isn't gonna
come back till *much* later. If ever I haven't quite decided yet.