Three little shorts. In the first, Zechs says an interesting cliche to Heero. In the second, everyone's dying; who are they thinking of with their last thoughts? In the last, there's something wrong with Heero's gun. Shounen ai.
Heero strolled calmly up to the railing, hand rested on his gun. He always carried it with him; it was almost like a little kid's security blanket.
"I must eliminate all obstacles," he murmured, watching the guard pace closer. After he took the guards out, he would be able to blow up the base.
"Hey, kid!" the guard called, coming closer. "You shouldn't be-" His eyes fell on the gun. Heero drew his weapon.
"Don't move," Heero hissed, aiming. The guard paused, his hand on the holster, then drew the gun out. Heero pulled the trigger, and heard a soft click.
For all the time he'd been carrying the stupid gun, he'd forgotten to load it.
"Kamisama..." Heero gasped as the guard pulled his own trigger.
*~Owari~*
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