Title: Duo Maxwell - God of Death
Author: Perotessa Detwieler (perotessad@yahoo.com)
Category: Grunge!
Pairings: implied 2+1
Warnings: Coarse language *Duo has a potty mouth!*

Disclaimer: Proof of ownership?! I don't need to show you no stinkin' proof of ownership! But suffice to say....I don't own them. But a person can dream can't they?! Damnit! They should have been mine!! MINE! I am telling you!

Rating: maybe R

Warnings: coarse language

Spoilers: None really. Set when Heero and Duo are traveling from school to school.

Author's Request: I am open to feedback, but flames will be tossed in the old trash bin. You won't get a rise out of me...just crush my feelings and we don't want that now do we? Thought not.


On a nice sunny late spring day, Death came to town. The birds were singing, kids were playing on the sidewalk, and the ongoing war seemed to be very far away. Blessed are the ignorant.

There was a shiver in a shadow cast by a nearby apartment building. From this quiver in reality, a portal irised open and out stepped a man dressed all in black. He looked around a balefully then calmly walked down the alleyway.

Behind him, the portal closed with a soft sigh.

Duo Maxwell, Gundam pilot extraordinaire, sat on the sofa, a bag of microwave popcorn on his lap, the remote to the TV in his hand. It was early yet; school hadn't let out. However fortunately for him, he had decided to take a sick day to do reconnaissance on the Oz installation that he and Heero were after.

It really was amazing how much information the little old biddies down at the local courthouse had. After he had patiently explained to them that he was doing a project that required information on the cities power, water, and sewer grids they had happily bustled around and brought out some of the most fascinating blue prints.

Like any good straight "A" student looking to really blow his teachers socks off, Duo had made meticulous notes, asked very sharp and pertinent questions, and basically charmed the little old ladies knee highs off.

He'd gotten back to the apartment he and Heero were staying at, just an hour before and decided to unwind by watching afternoon soaps and eating popcorn.

He wasn't expecting company. So when there was a knock on the door it definitely caught him by surprise.

`What the fuck. I didn't order take out, and as far as I know, we're not expecting any deliveries.' He thought to ignore it hoping that whoever it was would go away. But the knock came again. Grumbling he got to his feet, and trudged to the door announcing: "Look, if you're a Jehovah Witness we don't want any! I am happily Roman Catholic; get over it. I am not converting."

He did a quick check, gun holstered in the small of his back. He peeked out the peep hole and frowned. He didn't recognize his visitor.

Quickly he swept open the door, and beheld a man who stood about half a head taller than himself, with black hair and black eyes. His skin was almost pale milk white; almost glowing, and accented by the dark black clothes he wore.

Duo blinked. This was an OZ operative? Maybe…maybe not. Still better to error on the side of caution.

"Can I help you?" he asked all polite curiosity.

The man's black eyes roamed over his face quickly, sweeping down and over his body, then back up to his face. A faint smile flickered over his pale pale features.

"Perhaps. I am not by the way…a Jehovah's Witness. I was sent here in regards to an anomaly that we have just recently found on our systems."

Duo narrowed his eyes, mind flickering wildly thinking of possible evasions. "You're with the school?"

The man frowned slightly and looked down. "Not exactly, although you could say I am with an institution of higher learning." Those dark eyes flickered upwards searching for and capturing Duo's once more. "Forgive me." He said in a rush offering Duo is left hand. "My name is Tao. If I may come in for a moment, I could explain exactly why I am here."

Duo glanced up and down the corridor then smirked. "Ah sorry man, no can do. You see I've got this crazy insanely jealous roommate who, if he saw you, might get the wrong idea." He waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

The black eyes flickered with slight annoyance, and a pale hand reached out as if to touch, but stopped before contact would be made. "Please Mister Maxwell-"

Duo jerked in reaction. `How the hell did this guy know his name!?' Time for fun and games was over. Quickly deftly he reached behind him and drew his gun. "I don't know how to know that, but now I am afraid you won't get the chance to tell anyone else. Who are you with? Oz?"

The man sighed with an air of resignation. "That won't work on me."

Still grinning, Duo stepped back into the apartment thumbed off the safety, and aimed between Tao's eyes. "Heero might go ape shit on me for getting blood splatter all over the hallway, but I really don't care. Who the hell are you?"

"Put the gun away Duo. Invite me in, and I'll explain everything." Tao said calmly.

For a guy with a gun aimed at his head about to go off, this Tao guy was really a cool customer. The only other person Duo had ever met with such calm under pressure was Heero himself. He felt a shiver of what could only be unease, race down his spine. The skin on the back of his skull prickled, and his gut tightened. "Why? Think I couldn't get away with blowing your brains out, and making sure the neighbors wouldn't say anything?"

This time it was Tao who smirked. "The gun won't work on me, and this is the reason why." The man took a slow measured step back from the doorway letting his arms rest at his sides, palms forwards then said softly yet with power and conviction: "My name is Tao. I am a Death God."

Inside the Gundam pilot's head the words: 'Oh fuck! This guy has really lost it!' flickered then faded as the shadow of one of Tao's wings shaded his face. Wide eyed Duo's jaw dropped open, and the gun fell from nerveless fingers.

'So...that's what a black winged angel looks like...'


I think I have at least two more chapters of this floating around in my head. After that, I am stumped.