Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing, or the poem used in this fic. The Poem "Positive" belongs to Satou Junko, and GW to Bandai and whoever else. If I am sued, there will be nothing gained, as I have absolutely nothing to be taken.

Written on September 11, 2001, the day the World Trade Center disappeared.

Onegai dare ka itte
"Kimi wa daijobu da kara" to(1)

He stared bleakly at the mobile suit army facing him. ::He all but begged me not to come, but I didn't listen. We both knew I wouldn't return from this mission. Death is trivial. A mission must be completed.:: He coldly began destroying the dolls.

Shiawase ni nareru kachi
Juuban motte iru kara ne(2)

Duo woke, cursing the sun for invading his window. Lazily, he stretched, not fully awake. He plodded into the kitchen, expecting Heero to be awake and drinking coffee. Seeing that he wasn't, Duo shrugged and opened the cabinet the contained the coffee ground. He froze, then a trembling hand reached for a note.

It simply read, "I'm sorry."

Dumbfounded and in shock, Duo dropped the note and backed away from it. He stumbled into the table, and fell.

"Heero..."

Mirai wo hiraku kagi wa
Positive na aidea dake yo(3)

Duo sat on Heero's lap, toying with his braid. "Heero, after the war is over, we'll be happily together forever, ne?" Recieving no answer, he asked again. Heero was looking at him with an oddly tender expression. "Heero?"

The pilot gave him a rare smile, and confirmed. "Forever, Duo."

Atama de wakata 'te mo
Kokoro ga midarete 'ru(4)

The army of dolls seemed unending; a vast sea of suits now encroaching on all sides. Not even the perfect soldier can win all battles. ::There is only one mission that I have ever failed to complete. The only mission I have ever given myself, I will never truly fulfill.:: Heero pulled the self detonation device and clasped it in his hand. He closed his eyes and let the mobile dolls come upon him. ::My only regrest is that I never told you...::

"Aishiteru, Duo."

The button was pressed, and the perfect soldier passed from history. His exit, stage left, dully noted.