Disclaimer: Gundam Wing belongs to Sunrise, Bandai, etc etc. Buffy belongs to Joss, 20th Century Fox, etc etc. I'm just borrowing for fun, no harm intended, and no money was made from this.

Pairings: 3x4/4x3 implied, 1x2/2x1 probably... eventually... maybe? (Well, not in this story, mabye later in the series)

Archiving: If you don't have previous permission, please ask.

Rating: R, for cussing.

Notes: This is a sort of crossover with Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I'm using concepts from that universe, but at the moment, no characters. More detailed notes are in part 1.

The escape from the OZ base and the following explosions were routine, and the five pilots were soon situated back at the safehouse, patching up Heero.

Well, Trowa and Quatre were patching him up. Wufei glared at Duo and demanded explanations. "Now, Maxwell!"

Duo sighed, the air ruffling his bangs. "All right. Ummm... it'll seem weird..."

"Duo," Quatre pointed out, his calm voice tinged slightly with hysteria. "We saw you kill a man then get information out of him. We saw you disappear into one shadow and appear in another. What the hell is going on!?"

Pulling the chair away from the desk, Duo straddled it before beginning his story. "I've always had an affinity for death and the dead." He shrugged. "It never bothered me to see the corpses that littered the slums, to be around the dead and the dying. Then, I lived in a Church run orphanage. That is, until everyone there but myself was massacred. That's when I 'woke-up'. I heard the dead, they told me what had happened, how they had died, who had killed them, what they regretted not doing with their lives..."

"You hear the dead?" Quatre whispered, pausing in wrapping Heero's arm in a bandage.

Duo giggled. "Not just that. I can make them do what I want. Why do you think those vampires stayed where they were when we torched them?"

"So, you want us to believe that you're some sort of necromancer?" Heero scoffed.

"No, something worse," Duo replied, shaking his head with a small smile.

"What?" Trowa asked.

"I'm getting to that," Duo's smile turned slightly evil. "Anyway, I 'woke-up'. It turns out that before I was born, I was a member of the upper echelons of gods. I did something unforgivable, and until I'm forgiven and/or work the problem out, I'm to live my life as a human. Luckily, they allowed me use of some of my powers, which is how I've been doing everything you guys saw."

The four started to shout questions at the braided pilot, who sat calmly and waited for them to calm down. Finally, he yelled, "I'm not done!!" The four quieted down and he continued, in a normal voice. "That's better. Now then, you want to know what I did? Eh heh heh." Duo scratched at the back of his head and blushed slightly. "That's the problem. I don't remember what I did. Just that I didn't follow the rules."

"What god are you?" Quatre asked.

"That's easy," Duo replied with a shrug. "I don't lie, I only run and hide. I'm Duo Maxwell... Shinigami." Duo paused and looked thoughtful. "Well, actually, I don't have a name in this plane of existance, but I like
Shinigami. It has a nice ring to it."

Looking at the stunned faces before him, Duo unstraddled his chair and nodded. "There, I gave my explanation. Now, I'm going to go disappear for a week or two, let you guys think it over. Decide if I'm crazy or telling the
truth, if you still want to be my friend, or if it's just too freaky. Hell, you need to decide if you can even work with me."

Pausing at the doorway, he turned and looked at each face of his friends for a moment before adding, "Just remember, you are my friends, and you are also the only four in this whole cosmos that know my secret."

With that, Duo ran from the room, and the other four pilots heard the sound of Deathscythe blasting off from the hidden hanger.

OK... I think More than Darkness is done. Time to write the side stories, sequels, etc etc etc.

Another story finished! And, I'm now figuring out in my head how the others are going to take the bomb dropped on them. Well, after they finish freaking out, that is.

Oh, this is so much fun!