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Author:Jay

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Category: Multi-songfic. Angst.
Pairing: 1x2
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing is quite sadly not mine, but in fact the property of Bandai, Sunrise, and other large corporations and companies I have no affiliation with. (Again, quite sadly.) Lyrics are taken from the artists as listed, and used without permission.
Warning/Rating: R. Bare description of sexual act. Angst, angst, angst. Abstract writing, tense shifts.
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Author's Notes: This is a very abstract piece that was filtering around in my head... I didn't have the patience to actually write out a story for all of it so a lot of it is in screenplay format. Use your imaginations, people! ;-)

30x30 by Jay

1.
"Somewhere in space this may all be happening right now……"
- UNKLE (Guns Blazing, Psyence Fiction))

[The screen is black, then static. Abruptly, video switches on. There, on black and white film, a figure is huddled in a white gown, hunched over a patch of the floor. The room's width is 30 feet. Length, 30 feet.]

CUT TO: Close up of Duo Maxwell. His hair is unbound, falling loose to cover his trembling form. He has a piece of charcoal in one hand. He scribbles, with frightening precision, "MISSION ACCOMPLISHED" over and over on the immaculate floor.

CUT TO: Black.

2.
[tape recording]

Um-- yeah. So. It was like this, really: just-- death. Okay? That's all there is. Death. [nervous laughter] Death is omnipresent. It's the taste and touch and smell of war-- the copper-lead flavor of blood in your mouth-- your own, someone else's, what does it matter-- and cold corpses, lining stations, and-- I think the smell bothers me most of all. It's cloying-- a dry, sweet scent of flaking blood and gunpowder and ammunition. I mean…… he smelled like that. But usually without the blood, and there was a faint hint of vanilla there, somewhere. You know. Purity.

3.
"Had a Northern lad / well not exactly had / he moved like the sunset / god who painted that……"
- Tori Amos (Northern Lad, from the chooirgirl hotel)

He lay there, after, holding his warm body close to his own, fingers tight against his shoulder. It was like he was afraid to let go; a soldier with a trembling vulnerability that was laid bare for the world to see-- the world being the slender boy with the Prussian eyes next to him, tucked under the rumpled sheets. It really was: underneath the melodrama of emotion (tangled lust and confusion) was a love so lucid one could see the fear beneath. It showed in the way he curled around this new body-- both possessive and hesitating, limbs entwined but faces barely touching. The junction of where skin met skin was something altogether new-- the warm breath against his cheek-- the rise and fall of his chest-- the way his thumbs tucked under-- and there was nothing he could do but mimic those motions or surrender to them.

4.
Doctor Fitzgerald sipped the rest of her coffee and rubbed her temples. The nightshifts were always the most difficult. She frowned at the light brown spot on her otherwise pristine white jacket. Her hands shook, sometimes, this late at night. She'd spilled a little coffee on herself last time.

She looked at the monitors again. Images flickered, one after another, a countless surveillance of the cells. One caught her interest: the young Maxwell boy. She tapped on the screen. Video feed. Sound feed.

Duo sat, arms loosely draped in his lap. "Heero?" He said hopefully. Doctor Fitzgerald winced.

He never looked at the camera, though. "Heero, I miss you," his voice was plaintive, like a small child seeking comfort.

Forgiveness. Redemption.

"I'm sorry…… " The violet eyed boy laughed. "Look, I'm sorry for what I said; I was rushing the relationship, I know." He fumbled with his white robe. "You always wanted to take it slow. I respect that. But, now, won't you come back to me?"

"Take me, softly / I'm going crazy for your touch……"
- Alice Temple (Bloodstain, Psyence Ficction)

5.
MISSION REPORT:
[written by Trowa Barton: 03]

Initial strike was successful; however when additional Leos were deployed, the situation complicated……

6.
"I remember / Standing, by the wall / And guns, shot above our heads / And we kissed, as though nothing could fall……"
- The Wallflowers (Heroes, Godzilla Souundtrack)

Heero's face was grim. 200 Leos, with more coming. It was insane-- the lives OZ would sacrifice to meet its ends.

"K'so!"

He slammed his fist against the control panel. The vidscreen popped up. Static.

His panel read: [Establishing connection with 02.]

7.
"I'm coming," Duo whispered. His hands tightened on the controls for Deathsycthe.

The God of Death.

"01 calling 02."

Duo's eyes were amethyst pools. "You're alive," he whispered harshly.

"01 calling 02."

"This is 02."

"Duo……"

8.
[Duo is still bent, writing MISSION ACCOMPLISHED on the floor.]

9.
The sounds of someone crying filled the room. Doctor Fitzgerald stared at the screen, stared at the young man that lay on the floor, crying softly. The microphones picked up every hitch in his voice, transmitting it to Central Surveillance. She stared, mesmerized.

"Forgive me," he choked.

10.
"My blood wants to say hello to you / my feelings want to get inside of you……"
- NIN (The Perfect Drug, Lost Highway SSoundtrack)

The tenderness in Heero's voice is unmistakable. His vidscreen begins video feed.

Heero sits, boyishly handsome and at the same time, painfully mature. He looks at Duo for a moment, preserving the image.

"Heero?"

11.
MISSION REPORT: [cont.]

The series of events that followed could best be described as catastrophic.

12.
"You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug……"
- NIN (The Perfect Drug, Lost Highway SSoundtrack)

MISSION ACCOMPLISHED. MISSION ACCOMPLISHED. MISSION ACCOMPLISHED.

He runs out of charcoal. Tilts his head.

13.
[radio transmission transcript between 02 and 03]

"02 in."

"02, report mission status."

"Mission accomplished."

Trowa shook his head. "I'm sorry, Duo……"

Duo's voice buzzed through the radio again. "Mission accomplished."

14.
"Don't come any closer," Heero commanded.

Deathscythe continued to approach on his radar. "That's an order, 02!"

"Heero……"

"There are too many. I was trained to recognize a losing battle."

"We can be heroes / Just for one day……"
- The Wallflowers (Heroes, Godzilla Souundtrack)

15.
This crazy fog surrounds me / You wrap your legs around me / All I can do to try and breathe.."
- Live (Dolphin's Cry, The Distance To Here)

Somewhere along the line it stopped being just about sex. We lied to ourselves-- stress, we said, hormones, we said, we're just trying to block the war out of our heads. Take out the screaming. Take out the dying. Lock ourselves into a safe secure place and fuck each other stupid.

Now, could you honestly believe that the Perfect Soldier was that bothered about war?

It wasn't to stop the killing and madness that raged inside our heads anymore. Instead of seeing children dying afterwards, I saw his face-- brusquely handsome-- remembered his rough hands, blue eyes. It wasn't strictly sex. I didn't sleep with him for release-- I slept with him to be close to him.

Because, I mean…… love. It was love.

I'd have done anything for love.

16.
"I'm your superior officer, Duo."

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"Do you love me?"

17.
"Goodbye dear one / Venus I thought you'd bless me too / So selfish to presume……"
- Fuel (Song for You, Sunburn)

One night, I begged him to tell me he loved me. I couldn't handle it-- not the cold, not the feeling of being locked out-- that heart was mine, just like mine was his-- couldn't he just say it? A single 'I love you' would have smoothed out the hurt in my life, and redeemed me. We were bathed in the afterglow and sweat of sex and I decided to ask, plea for some reassurance of his affection.

He never answered, just stiffened, turning to face away.

I got up, pulled on my boxers, and left. I came back the next morning, and Heero looked like hell.

He kissed me, but still said nothing.

18.
"Of course I love you."

Information flashed on the screen. OPENING LINE: 01 VOICE DATA TRANSMISSION 03.

"01 to 03. Mission objective: incomplete. Shift to Plan C-2."

Trowa's voice buzzed in. "That's a negative, 01. Plan C-2 not to be used. Repeat, negative on Plan C-2."

"I'm the commanding officer here, Trowa," Heero growled. "I can do whatever I damn well please. And what I *plan* to do is destruct 01."

"Heero!" Duo's voice was panicked. "You can't!"

"I can. And I will."

19.
[Heero types rapidly, changing and reconfiguring 01. Data is transmitted-- images of enemy mobile suits are fed into Duo's computer, coordinates matching Wing 01. Heero pushes his gundam forward, to meet his death with open arms. Duo, sitting in his cockpit, catches the scans of enemy mobile suits, headed towards him. Heero fires once, hitting Deathscythe's shoulder. Automatically, Duo responds, thermal scythe slicing clean through Wing. Stricken, Duo stares at the suit in front of him, willing the image to disappear. Heero appears on his monitor, smiling painfully.]

Heero: Mission accomplished.

[The screen blanks out to a noisy static. Wing explodes. Duo merely stares.]

Duo[VO]: The Perfect Soldier never misses.

[POV: Heero. He stares at his empty monitor and mouths: ai shiteru, Duo.]

CUT TO: Red.

20.
"Come back," I whisper, rocking back and forth against the cold linoleum of the floor, glaring lights providing no shadow. The walls are covered are covered with your last words: Mission accomplished. Over and over, a statement of deranged thinking, of a deranged, grief-stricken mind. My hands curl in my loose hair, tugging on strands, staring into the whiteness, the blankness. "Come back and take the pain away."

[The scene zooms out into an aerial view of the room: Duo sits in the center. We continue to zoom out until he disappears into a speck of darkness against a single white square laid in black.]

"And all these wars are over……"
- Live (Dolphin's Cry, The Distance To Here)

[fin]

Comments: I'm weird. Duh.

Jay