Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing
Notes: Well, Here I thought that I'd add a little spice to this fandom. A new twist. Buahahah! Even though I should be working on my other stories, I'm going to start this one and just get it out. One, expect the update to be as random as my other updates. Finals are coming up and it's a stressful time. Two, hope you enjoy the story! BTW, the title is short for Schizophrenia.
Warnings: Yaoi. 1x2x1 pairing, others to be announced.
Schizo
By: Lost-Remembrance
Chapter One:
Duo sighed heavily, sinking into the plush arm chair. He placed the palm of his hand against his forehead, trying to bring relief to the raging stampede of elephants tromping around in his head. The room was dark, bringing some relief to his sensitive eyesight. Reaching for the cool glass of water that was residing currently on the nearby coffee table, he lifted the glass and let the cool liquid slip down his parched throat. He eyes slipped closed in pleasure.
"Duo?" The braided haired man almost groaned at the voice, which seemed louder than ever in the quiet house, and opened his eyes to look at Heero. He looked hard and could almost see the concern hidden by that cursed mask of his.
"Yeah, Heero?" Duo questioned, offering a weak smile.
"Are you all right?"
"Hm," he took another sip of the cool water, "Yeah. 'S just a headache." He could feel Heero's hard, suspicious gaze on him, assessing his physical condition.
"Hn."
'Kill him.' Duo jerked, blinking his eyes open. "Heero?" He questioned, getting the leaving boy to turn and look at him. He cocked his head to the side in question. "Did you hear that?"
"Hear what?" Heero's hand drifted back behind him, no doubt reaching for the hilt of the gun tucked into his pants.
Duo shook his head, figuring it was just his imagination, "Never mind." He waved, letting Heero know he would be fine by himself. Heero hesitated for a moment before curtly nodding. He turned and left the room.
'Kill the boy! He's a threat to my rule.' Duo narrowed his eyes, feeling the icy chill come over his body, the same that came out sometimes whenever he was in battle.
"Shinigami?" he whispered lightly enough to not bring Heero running to the room. Boy, Duo could already see the look on his face if he realized that he was talking to himself like a schizo.
The voice chuckled, 'That is what you call me.'
"So what do you call yourself, then?" Duo retained his same cheery voice, though it held a deadly edge to it. "After all, why should I call you something if you already have your own name?"
The voice cackled evilly this time, 'Ah, but the name is so fitting for me—the God of Death.' Duo narrowed his eyes, wondering where this was leading. His hands clenched the arm rest, the headache long forgotten. 'You, however, can refer to me as Lord Voldemort.'
Heero stood before the mirror, blinking rapidly as he fell back onto the nearby bed. As he calmed his breathing, the reflection morphed into a boy with dark black hair and green eyes. Heero clenched his gun tightly in his hand. "Who are you?" he growled.
He was expecting a voice to speak back to him, but instead heard a voice echo through his mind, 'I'm Harry Potter.'
TBC