K.Y.G.--7

Here it is, ladies and gents. The FINAL part of the GREATEST fic out there. So make sure to read it all, because you won't be able to find one like this very easily. Well, at least I couldn't. Anyway, comments go to SilvVenom, who so graciously wrote this for otakus like me to read.

Some time later, after they'd cleaned themselves up (an exercise which

involved much licking on both their parts), Heero and Duo sat next to each

other on the hood of the car. The braided boy pulled out a cigarette from his

seemingly endless supply and lit it up. Taking a puff, he offered the roll to

"So," Duo said, letting out a lungful of cancerous air, "Where do you want to

"Dunno," Heero answered honestly. Contemplating the smoke thoughtfully, he

offered, "We could just go to that amusement park Quatre kept talking about.

What was the name... 'Oz?'" He passed the cigarette back to Duo.

Back in the small town where both Heero and Duo had been raised, their

actions had not gone unnoticed by the authorities. The string of vandalisms

had been reported and each and every time, the descriptions of the criminals

had matched: two boys, one of whom had a braid and violet eyes.

"We've been after this guy for a while now," Dekim Barton, one of several

police officers in the room, told Heero's parents officiously.

Odin shook his head, "You don't think _our_ son is a criminal, do you?"

"Nasty piece of work, his is," Dekim continued, ignoring Odin as he pulled

out a picture of a young boy with bright eyes and a braid. He flashed it to

both parents. "He's just the type we're looking for in today's police force.

The young woman who'd stood faithful by Dekim's side smiled a little and

"Sadly," Dekim shook his head, "this young villain won't be bought with

promises of free narcotics and all the porn his right hand can handle. Which

leaves us with only one alternative: hunt him down like the crazy animal he

"Surely that's a little... harsh," Odin said, frowning. He placed a

"I know our son would never get involved with someone like that. He's a very

quiet boy. Studious. He's won prizes!" Une shook her head, eyes wide.

"So you say," Dekim sighed, "but the descriptions we've gotten recently match

your son, and you _did_ report that he was missing around the same time, did

you not? The truth is sometimes and ugly thing, ma'am." He nodded once and

said politely, "Thank you for your time. We'll see ourselves out."

When they were gone, Une shook her head, "I don't _believe_ this. How _could_

Odin simply looked at her and muttered, "We _all_ have our guilty secrets.

You too." He paused, then added slyly, "Or have you forgotten that little

package in a cardboard box to the local orphanage seventeen years ago?" His

eyes narrowed. "The stork brought it; you sent it back by second class parcel

"You promised _never_ to talk about that, Odin!" Une exclaimed, her eyes

wide. "I was young, inexperienced, and drunk on rum and coke with a twist of

lime. If I could have kept him, I would have." She fell back on the couch,

burying her face in her hands, "Oh, God, everything's gone insane since dad

"Anything worth stealing, sir?" Marimaria asked curiously.

Dekim glared at her and hissed, "Keep your voice down, for God's sake! Tip

Meanwhile, after several days of alternately walking or hitchhiking, Heero

and Duo finally reached their destination: the unbelievably crowded amusement

The man across from Heero was dressed in cowboy chaps and an earth-colored

vest, a bandana was tied around his neck, a well-worn hat perched atop his

head, and a gun holster slung low on his hips. "Draw," came the western voice.

Heero handled his gun with newfound skill and fired at the screen. A yellow

"Yes!" Duo cheered, sweeping him up in strong arms. They twirled in front of

the video game screen, laughing. It was the fourth time in a row Heero had

"Mmm." Heero smiled and wrapped his arms around Duo. "I'm getting almost as

"Yeah. It's good to have common interests, isn't it?" Duo leaned in for a

They were just about to go for another round with the Mad Dog game, but a

flash of neon-pink and yellow caught Heero's eye. He blinked once, wondering

if he was hallucinating, then reached over and pinched Duo.

Heero pointed to the two-level bus that had left them several days before.

The braided boy rubbed his arm and stared. "I'll be damned..."

"You just drove away!" Heero glared at Zechs, suppressing the urge to plant a

It had taken Duo and Heero only minutes to reach the bus and board, shocking

the others with their appearance. Zechs was the first to recover and stepped

forward, trying to pass off some pathetic explanation to them.

"We were looking for somewhere to park and got lost..." the longhaired blonde

held up his hands as if to fend off their furious verbal attack.

"Shut UP!" Duo snarled. "Standing there with that stupid blouse on, like

Zechs wisely backed away, a pout on his face. "I beg your pardon," he huffed.

"We were just testing your revolutionary principles," Quatre temporized, "The

fact that you're here now proves that you're... umm... committed to the

project... that is..." He trailed off and swallowed, apparently unable to

Heero put his hands on his hips and sneered, "All your talk about anarchy and

insurrection! All you ever do it try to shock old people and the middle

classes. Christ! _Anybody_ can do that. Real people don't care about your

idiotic 'art.'" He paused, then added, "Are you really just going to sit

"Probably." Merian spoke up from her perch on the couch. "It's what we're

Duo leaned over her and growled, "You've got a hand grenade here." He

produced the grenade out of nowhere, causing most of the bus (especially

Quatre) to blink in surprise. The blonde patted down his pockets, shocked

that the braided youth had been able to lift it from him with such ease. Duo

continued, "You said you were gonna' blow up Oz Tower!" He got close enough

Quatre coughed politely and stuttered, "Only in a conceptual sense. We wanted

to juxtapose the image of the tower and the... ah... the grenade." He

twiddled his thumbs a little. "Would you mind putting that down, please?"

The braided boy smiled grimly, "I wouldn't mind shoving it right up your ass."

Trowa blinked his one visible eye in surprise. "No need for tha-"

Suddenly a loud, whining filled the air. Duo turned towards one of the

"It's the police." Heero's heartbeat pounded loudly in his ears.

Duo sighed, "Typical. The minute you start enjoying yourself, they show up

The braided boy grabbed Heero's hand and together they shoved past their

startled "friends." Hopping out of the bus, they took off at top speed. Heero

didn't know where they were going until he spotted Oz Tower, the largest

building in the amusement park, which had been modeled after the Eiffel

Duo drew his gun and waved it around to clear a path for them. Heero heard

him curse, "I should have known! Shit, I should have known!" They reached the

entrance to Oz Tower easily. "Never trust a bunch of fucking art students!"

"Out of the way! I've got a gun!" Duo yelled, waving his weapon in the air as

they darted inside to tower and to the stairs. "I've killed loads of people

Everyone scattered and Duo and Heero ducked into the stairwell, running as

"Christ! This is killing me." Duo huffed as he ran up the stairs that would

take them to the top of Oz Tower, "I've got to give up smoking..." He

The braided boy glanced over the side of the tower. It was easy to do because

there was nothing to separate the rest of the world and them, no glass,

nothing! The tower was all steel beams and stairs and it wasn't until the

"Shit," he swore, looking at the hundred-yard drop, "There's like a hundred

cops down there. This is it, I guess." And he pulled out a cigarette.

"It's all over," Dekim Barton announced into the megaphone. "Come down

He lowered the megaphone and looked at Marimaria. "Those sniper's in place?"

"Shit," Duo rummaged around in his pocket with a frown. "I'm out of matches."

Heero began to search his pockets absently. "I think I might have some-"

A single shot rang out, catching both of them off guard. Duo cried out in

pain, stumbling back and dropping his unlit cigarette. Blood blossomed in the

"No," Heero whispered, stepping forward to catch his lover in his arms.

Heero helped Duo to sit against one of the steel beams. The braided boy

winced in pain and cursed, "Jesus Christ! Fuck!" He coughed and blood

trickled from the corner of his mouth. "They're good shots, these guys..." he

trailed off, suppressing a moan of pain. After a moment he continued, "They

must train them... that's where your mom and dad's tax is going..."

"Oh no... oh no..." Heero's eyes filled with tears and he pressed one hand

down on the wound in an attempt to slow the bleeding. "You're not going to

die, are you?" His other hand tenderly cupped the side of Duo's face.

"Dunno," Duo groaned, leaning into the caress. "If it had anything to..." he

gritted his teeth, "... anything to do with me, I wouldn't..." He squeezed

his eyes shut and gasped, "SHIT!" When he opened his eyes, he smiled

lopsidedly at Heero. "We didn't even get to try rimming..."

Duo reached into the folds of his jacket and pulled out a small square of

brown paper with two stamps on it. "Here," he said, "These are the... the

stamps from the package I was... oww... found in when I was a baby. They...

they kept them for me 'cause my mom had... licked them."

"No, Duo..." Heero took at stamps and clutched them in his hand. "No no no-"

"Shhh, Heero. It's okay." Duo cut him off, leaning forward and kissing him

The violet-eyed boy leaned back, whimpering in pain. He managed to choke out,

"Help me up. I haven't finished yet..." As Heero helped him get to his feet,

Duo moaned, "Bastards..." Together they looked over the ledge and Duo

muttered, "I can't whistle... look... Christ!" He stared at the people

Heero wrapped his arms securely around Duo's waist and asked, "Why do you

"I... I thought it might cheer us up," came the quiet reply. Then, "I don't

know if I can do this... will you push me? See, if I do it right, I think I

can hit a policeman. Might as well get in my community service while I still

"I love you, Duo," Heero whispered, swallowing the painful lump in his throat

"You know," Duo answered thoughtfully, "I didn't think I'd ever fall in love

with anyone." He paused and smiled sadly, "Thank God our relationship's never

They looked at each other for a moment and Duo smiled. "Later, Heero. I'll

It didn't seem like Duo could do as much damage as he'd hoped, but as Heero

slumped down against one of the steel beams he remembered something and

Oz Tower and most of the park was wracked with a thunderous *BOOM.*

// I can't believe he stole the hand grenade from the bus... //

Heero picked up Duo's discarded gun, tucked it into his blue plastic jacket,

and in the midst of the confusion as the authorities and police officers

tried to douse the fires and deal with injuries from falling debris, the

shorthaired boy simply turned, climbed down the stairs, exited Oz Tower, and

Solo St. John suppressed a soft sigh, digging around in his pocket for some

loose change. His irritating mother had nagged him nonstop for nearly two

hours before he'd decided he needed to escape for a while. His father was

conspicuously absent. // Big surprise, // he thought savagely. // Damn it

all, why don't they even bother to _try_ to understand me? They just open

their mouths and it's like I can't hear anything but static. Damn it, I hate

He sighed, brushing a shock of dull auburn hair from his eyes and wondered if

// The only place open at this hour is... Burger King. Shit. // He drove his

fist into a nearby wall with enough force to bloody his knuckles.

Behind him an amused voice said, "You look like you could use a drink, kid."

Solo spun, blinking as he came face-to-face with a young man who he'd never

seen before. With tussled brown hair that looked as though it hadn't been

combed for days and bright blue eyes the color of sapphires, the other boy

was probably the most beautiful person he'd ever scene. The leather helped.

"I don't..." Solo swallowed, eyes flickering to the left, "I don't drink."

If Solo _had_ been paying attention to the strange boy in front of him, he

would have seen a sad, reminiscent smile play across the lovely features. The

Heero Yuy held out the bottle of vodka he'd been downing and smirked, "Want


	The Anime Nirvana \| home K.Y.G.--7 Here it is, ladies and gents. The FINAL part of the GREATEST fic out there. So make sure to read it all, because you won't be able to find one like this very easily. Well, at least I couldn't. Anyway, comments go to SilvVenom, who so graciously wrote this for otakus like me to read. ******** Some time later, after they'd cleaned themselves up (an exercise which involved much licking on both their parts), Heero and Duo sat next to each other on the hood of the car. The braided boy pulled out a cigarette from his seemingly endless supply and lit it up. Taking a puff, he offered the roll to Heero who accepted. "So," Duo said, letting out a lungful of cancerous air, "Where do you want to go now?" "Dunno," Heero answered honestly. Contemplating the smoke thoughtfully, he offered, "We could just go to that amusement park Quatre kept talking about. What was the name... 'Oz?'" He passed the cigarette back to Duo. Taking another drag, Duo nodded. "Sure." And that was that. * Back in the small town where both Heero and Duo had been raised, their actions had not gone unnoticed by the authorities. The string of vandalisms had been reported and each and every time, the descriptions of the criminals had matched: two boys, one of whom had a braid and violet eyes. "We've been after this guy for a while now," Dekim Barton, one of several police officers in the room, told Heero's parents officiously. Odin shook his head, "You don't think _our_ son is a criminal, do you?" "Nasty piece of work, his is," Dekim continued, ignoring Odin as he pulled out a picture of a young boy with bright eyes and a braid. He flashed it to both parents. "He's just the type we're looking for in today's police force. Isn't that right, Marimaria?" The young woman who'd stood faithful by Dekim's side smiled a little and responded, "Too right, sir." "Sadly," Dekim shook his head, "this young villain won't be bought with promises of free narcotics and all the porn his right hand can handle. Which leaves us with only one alternative: hunt him down like the crazy animal he is." "Surely that's a little... harsh," Odin said, frowning. He placed a comforting hand on Une's shoulder. "I know our son would never get involved with someone like that. He's a very quiet boy. Studious. He's won prizes!" Une shook her head, eyes wide. "So you say," Dekim sighed, "but the descriptions we've gotten recently match your son, and you _did_ report that he was missing around the same time, did you not? The truth is sometimes and ugly thing, ma'am." He nodded once and said politely, "Thank you for your time. We'll see ourselves out." When they were gone, Une shook her head, "I don't _believe_ this. How _could_ he?" Odin simply looked at her and muttered, "We _all_ have our guilty secrets. You too." He paused, then added slyly, "Or have you forgotten that little package in a cardboard box to the local orphanage seventeen years ago?" His eyes narrowed. "The stork brought it; you sent it back by second class parcel post." "You promised _never_ to talk about that, Odin!" Une exclaimed, her eyes wide. "I was young, inexperienced, and drunk on rum and coke with a twist of lime. If I could have kept him, I would have." She fell back on the couch, burying her face in her hands, "Oh, God, everything's gone insane since dad died." * "Anything worth stealing, sir?" Marimaria asked curiously. Dekim glared at her and hissed, "Keep your voice down, for God's sake! Tip this muck out into the drain would you?" * "Odin?" Une blinked. "Where's dad's urn?" *** Meanwhile, after several days of alternately walking or hitchhiking, Heero and Duo finally reached their destination: the unbelievably crowded amusement park, Oz. "Watch out!" Duo exclaimed. The man across from Heero was dressed in cowboy chaps and an earth-colored vest, a bandana was tied around his neck, a well-worn hat perched atop his head, and a gun holster slung low on his hips. "Draw," came the western voice. "Kill him! Quick!" his lover urged. "Kill him!" Heero handled his gun with newfound skill and fired at the screen. A yellow and red POW appeared on the man's chest. "Yes!" Duo cheered, sweeping him up in strong arms. They twirled in front of the video game screen, laughing. It was the fourth time in a row Heero had managed to defeat the Mad Dog shooting game. "Mmm." Heero smiled and wrapped his arms around Duo. "I'm getting almost as good with a gun as you. It feels... comfortable." "Yeah. It's good to have common interests, isn't it?" Duo leaned in for a kiss. They were just about to go for another round with the Mad Dog game, but a flash of neon-pink and yellow caught Heero's eye. He blinked once, wondering if he was hallucinating, then reached over and pinched Duo. Duo yelped, "What was that for?" Heero pointed to the two-level bus that had left them several days before. "Look! It's them." The braided boy rubbed his arm and stared. "I'll be damned..." * "You just drove away!" Heero glared at Zechs, suppressing the urge to plant a fist in his perfect face. "You totally let us down!" It had taken Duo and Heero only minutes to reach the bus and board, shocking the others with their appearance. Zechs was the first to recover and stepped forward, trying to pass off some pathetic explanation to them. "We were looking for somewhere to park and got lost..." the longhaired blonde held up his hands as if to fend off their furious verbal attack. "Shut UP!" Duo snarled. "Standing there with that stupid blouse on, like you're Ricky fucking Martin!" Zechs wisely backed away, a pout on his face. "I beg your pardon," he huffed. "And it's not a blouse, it's a _shirt_..." "We were just testing your revolutionary principles," Quatre temporized, "The fact that you're here now proves that you're... umm... committed to the project... that is..." He trailed off and swallowed, apparently unable to stand in the face of both Heero's _and_ Duo's wrath. Heero put his hands on his hips and sneered, "All your talk about anarchy and insurrection! All you ever do it try to shock old people and the middle classes. Christ! _Anybody_ can do that. Real people don't care about your idiotic 'art.'" He paused, then added, "Are you really just going to sit there and do nothing?" "Probably." Merian spoke up from her perch on the couch. "It's what we're used to." Duo leaned over her and growled, "You've got a hand grenade here." He produced the grenade out of nowhere, causing most of the bus (especially Quatre) to blink in surprise. The blonde patted down his pockets, shocked that the braided youth had been able to lift it from him with such ease. Duo continued, "You said you were gonna' blow up Oz Tower!" He got close enough in the girl's face that she flinched back. "Well?!" Quatre coughed politely and stuttered, "Only in a conceptual sense. We wanted to juxtapose the image of the tower and the... ah... the grenade." He twiddled his thumbs a little. "Would you mind putting that down, please?" The braided boy smiled grimly, "I wouldn't mind shoving it right up your ass." Trowa blinked his one visible eye in surprise. "No need for tha-" Suddenly a loud, whining filled the air. Duo turned towards one of the windows, eyes widening. "Shit!" he swore. "Sirens!" "It's the police." Heero's heartbeat pounded loudly in his ears. Duo sighed, "Typical. The minute you start enjoying yourself, they show up with flashing lights!" The braided boy grabbed Heero's hand and together they shoved past their startled "friends." Hopping out of the bus, they took off at top speed. Heero didn't know where they were going until he spotted Oz Tower, the largest building in the amusement park, which had been modeled after the Eiffel Tower, looming in front of them. Duo drew his gun and waved it around to clear a path for them. Heero heard him curse, "I should have known! Shit, I should have known!" They reached the entrance to Oz Tower easily. "Never trust a bunch of fucking art students!" "Out of the way! I've got a gun!" Duo yelled, waving his weapon in the air as they darted inside to tower and to the stairs. "I've killed loads of people and I'll kill you too if I have to!" Everyone scattered and Duo and Heero ducked into the stairwell, running as fast as they could. "Christ! This is killing me." Duo huffed as he ran up the stairs that would take them to the top of Oz Tower, "I've got to give up smoking..." He breathed heavily. "We've gotta' stop here." The braided boy glanced over the side of the tower. It was easy to do because there was nothing to separate the rest of the world and them, no glass, nothing! The tower was all steel beams and stairs and it wasn't until the very top that it became a building again. "Shit," he swore, looking at the hundred-yard drop, "There's like a hundred cops down there. This is it, I guess." And he pulled out a cigarette. Heero smiled. Some things never changed. * "It's all over," Dekim Barton announced into the megaphone. "Come down quietly." He lowered the megaphone and looked at Marimaria. "Those sniper's in place?" She nodded demurely. "Yes, sir." * "Shit," Duo rummaged around in his pocket with a frown. "I'm out of matches." Heero began to search his pockets absently. "I think I might have some-" A single shot rang out, catching both of them off guard. Duo cried out in pain, stumbling back and dropping his unlit cigarette. Blood blossomed in the middle of his chest. "No," Heero whispered, stepping forward to catch his lover in his arms. * "Got the bastard," Dekim said smugly. * Heero helped Duo to sit against one of the steel beams. The braided boy winced in pain and cursed, "Jesus Christ! Fuck!" He coughed and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. "They're good shots, these guys..." he trailed off, suppressing a moan of pain. After a moment he continued, "They must train them... that's where your mom and dad's tax is going..." "Oh no... oh no..." Heero's eyes filled with tears and he pressed one hand down on the wound in an attempt to slow the bleeding. "You're not going to die, are you?" His other hand tenderly cupped the side of Duo's face. "Dunno," Duo groaned, leaning into the caress. "If it had anything to..." he gritted his teeth, "... anything to do with me, I wouldn't..." He squeezed his eyes shut and gasped, "SHIT!" When he opened his eyes, he smiled lopsidedly at Heero. "We didn't even get to try rimming..." "Maybe there's still time," Heero smiled weakly. Duo reached into the folds of his jacket and pulled out a small square of brown paper with two stamps on it. "Here," he said, "These are the... the stamps from the package I was... oww... found in when I was a baby. They... they kept them for me 'cause my mom had... licked them." "No, Duo..." Heero took at stamps and clutched them in his hand. "No no no-" "Shhh, Heero. It's okay." Duo cut him off, leaning forward and kissing him hard on the lips. And for a moment, it was. The violet-eyed boy leaned back, whimpering in pain. He managed to choke out, "Help me up. I haven't finished yet..." As Heero helped him get to his feet, Duo moaned, "Bastards..." Together they looked over the ledge and Duo muttered, "I can't whistle... look... Christ!" He stared at the people milling below then said again, "Why can't I whistle?" Heero wrapped his arms securely around Duo's waist and asked, "Why do you want to whistle?" "I... I thought it might cheer us up," came the quiet reply. Then, "I don't know if I can do this... will you push me? See, if I do it right, I think I can hit a policeman. Might as well get in my community service while I still can..." "I love you, Duo," Heero whispered, swallowing the painful lump in his throat and ignoring the blurring in the corners of his eyes. "You know," Duo answered thoughtfully, "I didn't think I'd ever fall in love with anyone." He paused and smiled sadly, "Thank God our relationship's never going to have to stand the test of time." They looked at each other for a moment and Duo smiled. "Later, Heero. I'll see you in the next life." Heero pushed him. * "Christ!" Dekim swore, "He's airborne!" *** It didn't seem like Duo could do as much damage as he'd hoped, but as Heero slumped down against one of the steel beams he remembered something and smiled. // He was a thief and an outlaw to the end. // Oz Tower and most of the park was wracked with a thunderous BOOM. // I can't believe he stole the hand grenade from the bus... // Heero picked up Duo's discarded gun, tucked it into his blue plastic jacket, and in the midst of the confusion as the authorities and police officers tried to douse the fires and deal with injuries from falling debris, the shorthaired boy simply turned, climbed down the stairs, exited Oz Tower, and walked away. * * Solo St. John suppressed a soft sigh, digging around in his pocket for some loose change. His irritating mother had nagged him nonstop for nearly two hours before he'd decided he needed to escape for a while. His father was conspicuously absent. // Big surprise, // he thought savagely. // Damn it all, why don't they even bother to _try_ to understand me? They just open their mouths and it's like I can't hear anything but static. Damn it, I hate them... // He sighed, brushing a shock of dull auburn hair from his eyes and wondered if he had enough money to buy a cheeseburger and fries. // The only place open at this hour is... Burger King. Shit. // He drove his fist into a nearby wall with enough force to bloody his knuckles. Behind him an amused voice said, "You look like you could use a drink, kid." Solo spun, blinking as he came face-to-face with a young man who he'd never seen before. With tussled brown hair that looked as though it hadn't been combed for days and bright blue eyes the color of sapphires, the other boy was probably the most beautiful person he'd ever scene. The leather helped. "I don't..." Solo swallowed, eyes flickering to the left, "I don't drink." If Solo _had_ been paying attention to the strange boy in front of him, he would have seen a sad, reminiscent smile play across the lovely features. The statement only lasted a moment. Heero Yuy held out the bottle of vodka he'd been downing and smirked, "Want to start?" * Back to main KYG page**