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Souls Disappear in the Snow	By : MasamuneBlade Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 923 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Souls
Disappear in the Snow – A GW fanfic-

Masamune
Reforged '06

MasamuneEHS@hotmail.com

Disclaimer: I do not
own Gundam Wing, nor any of the characters from Gundam Wing.

Warnings: Yaoi
(Established 3x4, upcoming 1x2 and...), angst, some violence and
cursing. Later chapters will include character torture, supernatural
elements, psychological dilemmas and possibly main character
death…depends on how I’m feeling.

Archive: if you want to
post this fic, or any of my other works, feel free to do so.

Note: I have revised
this entire story, meaning there are many changes, some new scenes
(an entirely new chapter in the early part of the story). So if you
read it before and are just reading the most recent parts, you might
want to go back and check out the old parts or risked being confused.

PROLOGUE- Crashing

"HAHAHAHA!!!
Shinigami is back in action! OZ better watch out, I’ll bring
death to each and everyone one of them! Yo Heero, how many do you
think I’ll get on the next mission? Two, three hundred?
HAHAHA."

Duo as usual. Loud,
jovial and screaming about being the Shinigami… Even though
the thought of the braided teenager reaping the souls of fallen OZ
soldiers may seem a bit unsettling, I’d gotten quite used to
it. It was sort of an ongoing joke, or some kind of self-invented
fantasy the American was playing out, sometimes too intensely. In
the end, his unending conversations and babbling did get to be
annoying. Duo had always been strange in my eyes but I’d never
thought much of it… I’d really always tried to ignore
him as much as possible.

We were going to outer
space. Since OZ basically controlled all of the Earth, our orders
were changed. We would face OZ there, back in the colonies, the very
place we’d came from and were fighting so desperately for.

"Rashid do you
read me?" Quatre shouted, the small boy’s voice only
barely louder than the rumbling engines of the small shuttle that the
five of us were uncomfortably crammed into.

"Ye-," Came
the garbled reply, as Rashid’s face appeared on the video
screen for a moment, then was cut off by static as lines of white and
black ran angrily down the monitor. " Goo….uck……tre-sama!"

"Shinigami back in
action! It's been so long, I feel like a virgin on a high school
football player's prom night!" Duo had been cheery, to say the
least, when he first heard we were going back into combat. He hadn’t
quite been himself during the long downtime when OZ had kept us at
bay by threatening to destroy the colonies.

"The transmitter
is all messed up!" Heero yelled over the roar from his place in
the pilot’s seat. "Trowa!"

"We’re
almost ready to take off," Trowa answered the Wing pilot in a
soft voice, so soft that Heero had no hope of hearing the slender
Latin boy over Duo’s excited yelling and the engine’s
screaming. Trowa was towards the back of the shuttle with me.
Currently he was running last minute diagnostic tests on the cabin
pressure.

"Nani??!?!"
Heero yelled back, clearly he hadn’t heard.

"…and then
ALL those OZ bastards will meet their maker! Good riddance!"

"It’ll just
be another minute!" Trowa raised his voice a little…

"Shinigami never
EVER loses!"

"Nani?!?!?!"
Heero shouted back, his face growing even redder as the engines
gained power.

"What?"
Trowa replied back in equal confusion.

"Man I can’t
wait to get back into Deathscythe and tear around like…"

"Nan… DUO
SHUT UP!!!" Heero screamed, his voice carrying even over the
loud blast of the engines.

"HE SAID ONE MORE
MINUTE!!" I finally decided to interject and end the stupid
confusion before it gave me a headache. "And be quiet already
Maxwell! K’so! You could wake the dead!"

I don’t think Duo
heard me, but he did fall silent. There was only so much I could take
of that mouth running the way it did. Nonstop chatter, incessantly
rambling about this and that and Deathscythe and Shinigami…
But for now, Duo was quiet. He looked straight ahead at the back of
Heero’s head and seemed to be mumbling something to himself.

I suddenly felt like
apologizing. Of course, not that I was actually going to give that
braided idiot an apology; but I did feel sorry for him. I knew that
the sad look on his face was more from Heero’s yelling at him
than my scolding… Everything Heero did affected Duo more…

"Alright!"
Trowa said loudly, looking up from the blinking consoles in front of
him. "Go."

"Nani?" Heero
again. I swear I could have killed him.

"He said GO!"
I yelled again and no sooner had the words passed my lips then Heero
had us in the air. My head and probably everyone else’s was
thrown back violently as the small shuttle began to skyrocket into
the air. Even as I grumbled a curse at Yuy I thanked the Gods that
we were finally on our way.

"Now could we
please have some silence on this trip?" Heero growled
darkly, turning for a second to snap at Duo. "If you just keep
quiet for once in your life it'll help everything go smoothly."

That’s when the
little red alarm light above my head went off. I didn’t
believe in Fate or irony at the time, but it damn well seemed that
Heero had just jinxed us.

"K’so! What
the fuck’s wrong now?" Heero now directed his anger at
Trowa. The glare he shot the Heavyarms pilot was enough to make even
me cringe, but Trowa just shrugged and went to hitting buttons on the
panels in front of him.

The alarm kept
blinking. "WELL?!!?" Heero yelled in agitation after what
seemed like eternity but was only three seconds.

"We don’t
have any fuel," The way Trowa said it he could have been
talking about the clouds that we were currently entering. "We
won’t make it out of Earth’s gravitational pull."

"A leak?"
Heero asked furiously, turning back to the controls as the shuttle
began to sputter and the engines whined. I started saying a silent
prayer to my ancestors to get me the hell out of here…

"I don’t
remember fueling this ship at all," Quatre said, his meek voice
even smaller in the blinking red blare and the sputtering engines. I
felt sick.

"I thought you
were supposed to fuel it Wufei!" Heero lashed out at me.

"You never said
anything about fueling the damned shuttle!" I yelled back, my
temper rising with my fear. In a mobile suit, especially Nataku, one
has quite a bit more bravery than when beginning to plummet to the
earth in a rickety, old space shuttle.

"I…didn’t?"
Heero asked himself aloud. The look on his face would have been
priceless if we all weren’t about to die.

"No! You didn’t!"
I retorted quickly. It was true; he never did ask me to fuel the
ship.

"Let’s just
turn around and land back at the port we took off from," Duo
suggested helpfully, a glimmer of hope at the end of a dark, dark
tunnel.

"We’re
almost ten hundred million miles North of that point," Trowa
put the light out in one quick blow… "And we don’t
even have enough fuel to turn around…"

At the time I remember
feeling lots of things. I remembered how my uncle had taught me to
burn incense for the dead back at the family shrine on L5. I
wondered if anyone would do that for me? What would happen to our
Gundams? We’d already sent them ahead into space at the
rendezvous with the Maganacs… How would the war turn out?
Would I meet Merian in the afterlife?

I heard Trowa curse out
loud and unbuckle his belt. I turned to yell at him but a sharp rock
of the ship made me focus on the status of my stomach rather than on
my comrade. I felt like I was going to puke.

Suppressing nausea, I
saw Trowa by the chair where Quatre was, their hands entwined tightly
and Trowa whispering words that where for his blond love only. I
don’t think anyone besides Quatre could hear them anyway, the
siren was loud enough to drown out anything and accompanied by the
whining and mechanic groans of the ship, the racket was almost
deafening.

Looking at the two
lovers made me think about how pathetic of a way this was to die.
Crashing to the Earth because of an empty fuel tank was not a
warrior’s death. I had no control in the situation. I hated
that. I hated being powerless and at the mercy of whimsical fate.
Would this be my exit from the world?

Heero was focused
completely on the controls, his hands in a grip that turned his
knuckles chalk-white as he grunted and cursed. Looking at our
altitude, I figured we all had another thirty seconds left before we
landed, either in a smoldering pile of rubble… or… What
was that sound?

It wasn’t the
siren, and it wasn’t the control panel or any other warning
sound. I thought that maybe the shuttle was breaking apart….but
frankly I’d never heard metal make that kind of sound…
and I hoped I never would…

Duo was laughing.

The siren was screaming
and the shuttle shook in a metallic spasm as we hurtled to the
ground. But Duo’s insane laughter managed to carry over all the
noise, making me even more sick to my stomach. It was far removed
from an appreciation of irony or nervous distress manifesting in
guffaws. It was genuine mirth, actual merriment derived directly from
our impending end.

I thought, Maxwell’s
cracked.

Another siren came on,
one I could identify. The sound was an artificially produced buzzing
noise, higher in pitch and repeating over and over again, multiple
times, it’s rate steadily growing faster. I couldn’t
tell if another light had begun to blink or some other warning sign
appear on the console. There were too many blinking lights already
to note any difference. But this particularly shrill siren began to
screech in short bursts, and as the furious pace picked up rapidly, I
prepared myself for what I knew was coming.

I can’t remember
the crash.

All I know is that I
was thrown about like a rag doll in my seat, my restraining belt the
only thing preventing me from being killed instantly. Then
everything faded away to black…

…and when I woke
up, it was all white.

-end prologue

-start “Souls
Disappear in the Snow”

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