The five Gundam pilots were heading to outer space again. The shuttle trip was passing slowly so they decided to take that time to rest. Wufei and Quatre had decided to take naps. Trowa stared out the window at the endless expansion of space. Duo took the liberty of the free time to work on a model kit. Heero sat quietly reading the paper. Boredom was getting the better of them.
Trowa felt especially bored as he had nothing to do, or read for that matter. He didn't feel like taking a nap, so letting his mind wander across the stars seemed like the next best thing. Then he saw...a shimmer? "What..?" He changed his position to see a glimmer of color in front of the shuttle. Then his thoughts were interrupted by the intercom.
"We're...going to hit some turblance..."
Then it hit them! And it was more than just a little turbulance. Duo's model broke apart, Wufei and Quatre shot awake, "ARE WE UNDER ATTACK?!"
"I don't know.." came Trowa's reply, but it was barely heard as everyone held onto their seats. They closed their eyes as a bright light flashed...then everything stopped.
"Hey, kid!" called a rough-looking customer, "Get me some Brandy!"
"Y-yes, sir." Quatre turned around to look at the drinks, then halted when he caught sight of himself in the mirror. "These clothes I wear..," he thought to himself, "they're like something out of a Western...this whole bar infact! Where am I?"
"What'sa matter, kid? You don't know which one's the Brandy?" Quatre's customer scolded him.
"Sorry! It's coming right up!" Quatre picked up a bottle of Brandy and glass and was just about to pour the man a drink when the door slammed open. The whole bar became silent and all heads turned towards the door.
Two young men stood there, dressed in white and wearing cowboy hats. They had deadpan looks on their faces as they eyed the crowd. Both wore a star on their chest. The Sheriff and the Deputy.
Heero and Wufei! Quatre's mouth dropped open. This was getting weirder by the minute. He felt their eyes pass over him. "They didn't even acknowledge my existance! Don't they remember who I am? Who they are?"
The lawmen's gaze finally stopped on one man lounging back in a chair. All eyes followed to that spot. The new cowboy wore all black and had his hat tipped down over his eyes, therefore hiding his face. He felt the stares, but just stayed, sitting quietly, and smiling.
Heero was the first to say something. "Tombstone Duo, you are under arrest."
"Duo?" Quatre's eyes widened even more, "What's going on here?"
"I'm afraid," the outlaw started, "that you have it all wrong. The likes of you will never catch the likes of me." Duo didn't even move.
"Why you arrogant..!" Wufei glared at Duo, his fists tightening.
"Let me handle this." Heero held out his left hand to hold back Wufei, while with his right he reached for his gun. Duo caught sight of this and lept away just before the bullet raced through the air where he had once been. Duo ended up behind the bar.
Before Quatre could say anything, Duo had him in a strangle hold. "Now see here lawmen!" Duo yelled, "I got myself a hostage here and if you ever want this bartender to serve drinks again, you'll leave me alone!"
"Are you mad?!" Quatre couldn't believe what his 'friend' had just said.
"No," Duo whispered evily, "I'm Death."
"Who cares?!" Wufei spat across the room, "You've killed hundreds already, what's one more death if it'll lead to the end of you?!" Wufei fired his gun in Duo's direction.
The bullet knicked Quatre's cheeck. "Oh no..," he thought, "they really don't remember who they are!" But before Quatre could finish analyzing the thought he was brought down to the floor. "What?"
"Sorry, bartender, I'd love to stay and have you serve me a drink, but I need to get the heck out of here."
"You're not...going to kill me?"
"Nah!" Duo flung Quatre a rag and then stood back up, "Clean yourself up, you're bleeding!" Then Duo froze.
"What now?" Quatre wondered as he held the rag to his cheek.
Duo found himself looking down into the barrel of a gun, and it didn't belong to either the Sheriff or the Deputy.
"You're getting too reckless, Tombstone Duo. I think it's about time you met your own fate."
"That voice..." Quatre looked up to see the owner of the gun, "Trowa!"
"The end is now." Trowa cocked the gun.
Quatre couldn't believe his eyes. His friends mixed up in a cold-blooded Western. It just didn't make sense. Quatre had had enough. He screamed out into the air..."NOOOOO!!!"
There was a flash, then everything stopped.