Amethyst Shadows

Amethyst Shadows
Gundam Wing/ Weiss Kruez Crossover

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Disclaimer: Aaah…. The legal stuff! I do not own the wonderful story lines and characters of both Gundam Wing and Weiss Kruez…unfortunately…

Prologue: “Mistress” song by Disturbed

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I stand on the brink of your mind
Living inside a nightmare from which
I just cannot awaken
Stand on the edge of your life
Just give me another moment
From which I will never awaken

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Gundam Pilot 02, Duo Maxwell, paused as he prepared to climb into the cockpit of his battle mech, Deathscythe. He watched with large, violet eyes as a stern faced young man methodically made his way across the Mobile Suit hanger. Duo brushed aside strands of chestnut hair as he waited for his friend and fellow pilot to join him. Heero Yuy came to an abrupt halt directly in front of the other teenager.

The two boys, soldiers in a seemingly endless war, carefully stared into one another’s eyes. They communicated silently in that long, lingering look. There were many things that could not be said and may never be said if fate was cruel. Neither was the type to grasp at phantoms for comfort and would rather have the promise of something instead of the memory of something that barely was. They would wait for the ever elusive Peace before trying to explore the seething unknown between them. Silently, as the two boys stood still in the busy hanger, they hoped, as they had never dared to before, that whatever was between them would have a change to grow and not be executed before it was even real.

Duo smiled softly at the possibilities floating, unvoiced, in the air. For once in a long time, the long haired orphan smiled a true smile that wasn’t part of his daily mask. That tiny quirk of the lips was small in comparison to the ear to ear grins the boy usually sported, but it was far more radiant in its sincerity. Heero blinked and flushed slightly at that smile. His usually harsh expression softened and he lifted a calloused hand to cup Duo’s pale cheek. He brushed his thumb across the wide-eyed teen’s full lips.

Suddenly, and without a word, Heero dropped his hand before turning swiftly and leaving, taking the same path he’d come by. Duo watched him go as crystalline tears gathered in his large, expressive eyes. Unconsciously he lifted a slender, work roughened hand to his cheek, feeling for the fleeting warmth left by Heero’s touch.

In a daze, Duo climbed into his Gundam and began the launch process. He automatically noted the amount of ammunition he had and how much fuel as well. Gradually he came out of his trance and a new light grew in his eyes, a determination in his spirit that he’d never had previously. Always he had fought for the betterment of others. When the war was over, the world would be a better place and others wouldn’t have to suffer as he had. Never would he ever consider that things after the war would and could be better for him also. That was just not something that could happen to Duo Maxwell.

Duo touched his cheek once more before tightly clutching the controls to his Gundam. He had never seen someone look at him with the expression he’d seen in Heero’s eyes. Lust, lust he knew. It was an emotion that had twisted the faces of many of the men he’d learned early in life to avoid or pay the consequences. He’d seen no lust in Heero’s eyes, only need. Need for him, all of him, not just his body. There had also been respect, for him as a soldier, a person, and a friend. And there had been something that he craved more than anything else. There had been love in Heero Yuy’s eyes. The love of a friend, but a friend who could one day be more. Duo would do anything, win a war if need be, to have someone look at him like that for the rest of his life.

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Stand on the brink of my own demise
Fallen again for another
Mistress of burden
To idolize
Hoping that one of them will decide
To let me in

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So few years since the war was over and yet peace made many complacent, it made the world forget all the lessons they had learned in the fires of the rebirth. Duo had been part of those fires; he had helped forge the peace with his own hands. He should have known better than most not to grow complacent. The fates never allowed those who thought themselves the masters of their own destiny to rest safe in the cloying arms of peace. His kind was not made for simple lives.

Duo carefully reached up a brushed his long slender fingers against his sore cheek. He could feel the bruise forming with each passing second. The slim seventeen year old leaned fully against the wall, his long legs tucked underneath him as he carefully felt his pained face. It hurt but he was used to the pain, or he should be. He’d never had an easy life and being a Gundam Pilot was only slightly less dangerous than living on the streets as a young child. No, the physical pain was nothing.

Heero had hit him and that did hurt. Far more than the initial blow and the now forming bruise the fact that Heero didn’t trust him enough to help him with this new battle hurt like someone had carved out his heart. He ached inside. How could his lover do this to him?

Duo took a deep breath and stood slowly, still leaning against the wall where he’d been deposited by Trowa Barton. He knew what he had to do and he would do it. The slender teen pushed aside all emotions as he began to think in the ways he’d thought during the War. Whether or not Heero wanted his help he was doing what he could. Heero Yuy was not the only one who’d invested a great deal in this fragile peace. He would not watch everything he’d fought for slip from his grasp.

Trowa Barton, pilot of Heavyarms, carefully kept his curious green eyes away from Duo’s tense form as his friend lay curled against the wall. His expression didn’t change as the other boy stood and made his way to the seat beside him. Emerald eyes didn’t flicker from the instrument panels of the mobile suit carrier. Duo did not need his support although he was sure his friend knew it was there.

Trowa finally allowed himself to glance over and observe the other teenager. Duo’s eyes were as determined as ever, but a new shadow graced those amethyst orbs. The eighteen year old wondered if Heero realized how much he’d hurt Duo in the moment he’d knocked the other boy out. Something in Duo had been damaged in that act; a basic trust between the two lovers had been broken. He could see that Duo knew something had changed, although the younger teen probably wasn’t sure as to what. Trowa doubted if Heero even knew that much. The Perfect Soldier was blind to the ins and outs of relationships. Trust was very important; once you lost that there was nothing to hold two people together for any length of time.

As the mobile suit carrier continued on its journey, Trowa sadly wondered how long it would take for everything to fall apart, and he silently prayed that neither of his friends followed the spiral into destruction.

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To stand on the edge of the knife
Cutting through the nightmare from which
I just cannot awaken
Stand on the edge of the night
Living inside a moment
From which I will never awaken

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Duo stared at his reflection in the mirror as he slowly ran a brush through the almost knee-length strands of his chestnut hair. His face was calm, deceptive. Emotions boiled within him, far beneath the tranquil surface. A hand brushed his shoulder and Duo flinched. His strange purple eyes met intense Prussian blue in the mirror.

“Duo,” Heero murmured, his expression regretful and his deep eyes sad. The chestnut haired teen stopped brushing as he felt tears overwhelm him. Duo bit his lip, forcing them back. He was being stupid; it had been his choice not to follow Heero, his choice to end it. He exhaled slowly, it still hurt.

“I’m sorry,” Heero continued softly, dropping his hand from Duo’s shoulder.

“There’s nothing to be sorry about, Heero. Sometimes things just don’t work out,” Duo heard himself answer, his face blank of all he felt. Heero dropped his eyes, unable to meet his former lover’s broken gaze. Duo may have ended what they had but Heero had broken it beyond repair.

“I’ll see you,” Heero finally said. Duo nodded, his hands clenched into fists in his lap. The other young man sighed. They remained frozen in place; a broken wasteland of unspoken words lay between them. The remains of something that had once been intensely alive were the barrier that kept them silent. Everything slowly built up and Duo opened his mouth to speak and turned to face his former lover. He closed his mouth with a snap. Heero was gone.

Duo stared after the man he loved and tried to shake the frozen feeling that was creeping over him. He clutched the brush in his hands tighter and shivered. It was cold and he felt so alone just then. The former pilot dropped his gaze down to his lap and stared at his thin hands, white knuckled and tight. He bit through his lip and tasted coppery blood. Closing pained eyes, Duo enjoyed that flash of pain. It cut through the detached, frozen feeling that was growing within him. Opening his eyes once more, the violet eyed teen licked away the drops of blood on his lip and resumed brushing his long chestnut hair. Heero was gone.

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Stand on the brink of my own demise
Fallen again for another
Mistress of burden
To idolize
Hoping that one of them will decide
To let me in

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Duo stirred the chicken and vegetables frying in the pan. He tried not to notice the overwhelming silence that filled his apartment. Nothing was missing from the drawers, every piece of furniture still in place from when he and Heero had brought it up. It felt like he was living in an empty cave. Silence seemed to pool in every corner and shadows grew with every passing day. The chestnut haired teenager wondered if one day he would turn around to find himself fading into a shapeless phantom of silence and shadow. It was only fitting that a ghost should live in the echoing tomb that had become his home.

He was broken inside and the darkness of his life that had always threatened to overwhelm him was drawing closer everyday. Everywhere he turned he saw the decimated ruins of his life with Heero. Duo knew that Heero had left him the apartment and everything in it so that he wouldn’t have to worry about finding a new place to live. After all, it was Heero who was leaving to go work with Preventors so that the peace they had worked for wouldn’t die. Heero didn’t need an apartment in the colonies; he was going to live on Earth. The Perfect Soldier was leaving behind the colonies and his past. Heero was moving on. The violet eyed young man wondered if he said that all aloud if it would sound as bitter as it did in his head.

Duo removed the pan from the stove and checked the time on the rice cooker. He stretched to retrieve a bowl and chopsticks from the cupboard. Swiftly, he spooned rice and stir-fry into his bowl before seating himself at the kitchen table.

The teenager began to slowly eat his supper as he thought over his situation. He would go mad if he continued to flit about the empty apartment like a melancholy ghost. He needed something to do to take his mind off the gaping hole in his chest. Duo sighed softly around his rice and brushed back the ever unruly strands of his hair. If he didn’t watch it, his bitterness at life and the pain from breaking his bond with Heero would turn him into Wufei. And he really didn’t think the world could deal with another Wufei. Besides, he didn’t know if he could shove a stick that big so far up his ass and he didn’t want to try.

Duo choked on a bamboo shoot as harsh laughter bubbled up. He pushed his food away and buried his head into his arms as the reaction quickly turned into sobs. His slim form shook with the force of the emotions he released. It was painful but he needed it. Duo rested his head against the cool wood of the table and ignored the warm tears streaming down his face. He didn’t know what to do. Everything he had worked for had died when Heero had left and now he was left with nothing.

Sitting up, Duo began to eat once more and sniffled slightly. Joining Preventors was out of the question. Not only would it look desperate but he despised the organization. The intentions behind its creation were admirable but the way they were implemented was both foolish and stupid. Lady Une had modeled Preventors after OZ too closely. The organization was too dependent upon military power and political backing. Despite the illusion of impartiality, Preventors was too close to the politics of everything to be an effective policing force of the peace.

The slender teenager snorted softly to himself. Preventors was very orderly, it was no wonder that Heero wanted to join up. The Prussian eyed nineteen year old loved order and Duo wondered if his former lover had ever really considered the war over. The peace seemed so fragile, especially after that scare a couple of years ago with Treize’s daughter. Duo closed his eyes for several moments and smiled bitterly. The end had started then, it took awhile but it all started there. Heero didn’t see the war as over and Duo could no longer trust him to look to him for support. The teen stabbed his chopsticks viciously into the remains of his rice.

Rubbing a slim hand against his head in order to stave off the beginning of a headache, Duo stood to take his bowl to the sink. Not thinking about Heero was difficult. Everything seemed to come back to him. The violet eyed young man began to clean up and forcibly dragged his thoughts from their favorite subject of late. He needed something to do with himself. He needed a job that took up all of his time and energy, which used his strange and varied talents. Duo cursed harshly and wondered what the going rate for a freelance terrorist was those days.

Drying his hands off on a dish towel, the slim teen wished he had more skills than those useful only in war. He could get a job as a mechanic he supposed, but fixing machines wasn’t something that would take up every thought in his head. Duo wanted all of his existence filled by something so that Heero’s voice wouldn’t whisper in the back of his mind. The violet eyed young man didn’t want to feel phantom caresses nor feel the ache of loss. He wanted to be consumed until nothing was left inside him but silence. A tear slid down Duo’s cheek. He wanted to burn away everything that hurt so that nothing would hurt him again.

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Look at what you\'ve done to me
You\'ve become my enemy
Poisoning the world for me
Take away my everything
Weakened as I am

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He lounged against the door with all the grace of a panther; velvet covered steel waiting to be unsheathed. Slender fingers brought a glowing cigarette to full lips and grey blue smoke curled up to frame a heart shaped face. Large, almond shaped eyes the color of pure amethyst lifted up to meet her with a challenging stare. Tight fitting black leather clothing and almost knee length chestnut hair confined into a loose plait finished off the image of one Duo Maxwell.

Manx repressed a shiver as those strange purple eyes met hers once more. She wondered at the color of the young man’s eyes. Eyes that shade could only be found in the colonies. And people from the colonies were strange; they didn’t act like anyone else she’d ever met. She would have to be cautious around this Mr. Maxwell. Until Kritiker figured him out and trapped him like it had everyone else ever to come in contact with the shadow organization she would have to be vary careful. Unlike most of the populace of Earth, Manx knew to never cross a child of the colonies. She smiled at the teenager before her and wondered if this young man would be the rise or fall of Kritiker; where the space-born trod, chaos followed.

“Welcome to Japan, Mr. Maxwell. I am you liaison with the organization. We would like you to begin as soon as possible,” the crimson haired woman began as she strode forward confidently and reached around the slender young man to open the door. Duo raised an eyebrow and smirked at her. He gracefully slid out of the way and entered the office after she went in. The door shut behind him with a decisive click.


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Stand on the brink of my own demise
Fallen again for another
Mistress of burden
To idolize
Hoping that one of them will decide
To let me in

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End Prologue


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