Foolish Games

By C-Chan (AKA. Abyssinian Angel)

Author's Note: I don't own the characters of Gundam Wing and/or Jewel's Foolish Games, nor am I being paid for this. Also it's is yaoi (4x2 1x2 3+2 5+2) and this isn't for the Quatre lovers.

Excuse me, I've mistaken you for somebody else

Somebody who gave a damn

Some one more like me.

-Jewel, Foolish Games

When I first met Quatre I thought he was cute, innocent, perfect, special. He taught me that forgiveness is an act of compassion, you don't do it because some deserves it, you do it because they need it. He taught me to respect life not death. He told me that death _was_ my gift.

And I believed him. For a year I offered an ugly death to almost everyone I met. He told me to let some live, you gotta keep the balance I suppose. But before I could kill him he made me fall in love with him. Quatre _made_ me fall in love with him.

Once he was certain I did love him he began to tell me what to do, who to kill, who to _be_. He told me that he had spent his whole life taking orders. From his father, from his people, from Doctor S. And he told me it was my turn to be ordered around and his to order. When I didn't listen he beat me.

He'd apologize the next day and I forgave him every time. Every single fucking time. I remember Trowa's eyes before I shot him. They died open, still searching me, _faithfully_, searching for the boy he loved. Quatre said that Trowa liked me. That Trowa wanted to take me away. I was so used to his orders, his _lies_ I did it without a second thought.

Trowa. I didn't cry for him. I couldn't. Boys don't cry, right? Quatre wouldn't have liked it if I did cry for Trowa.

Two weeks later when I was alone with Wufei he kissed me. So softly, tenderly. Nothing like it was with Quatre. Wufei was gentle. I killed him the next day. Hung him out the window. Another suicide. They thought Trowa killed himself. But he didn't.

The night I killed Wufei Quatre took me to bed for the first time. From then on the only times I was safe alone with him were when he was fucking me. And he wasn't gentle.

Then one night Quatre went out and Heero took me to his bed. He was so, almost polite about it. I told him everything that night. I told him about Trowa and Wufei. About Quatre and how he told me to kill them because they liked me. He just held me. Quatre never held me.

And today, today Quatre came to me. He's holding his gun, his sun-touched hair suddenly reminds me of a broken halo, and "It's time, Duo." He smiles, "You told him didn't you? Didn't you?"

"No…" I begin but he slaps me.

"Whore! Don't lie," He says before punching me. And suddenly it hits me, harder than him, when he apologized for hitting me it was the same as when he killed someone, un remorseful. He's going to kill me.

I'm not afraid. In a way I deserve it. I place my arms at my side, "C'mon, Quatre. Show me your gift."

He holds up the gun, aims and prepares to pull the trigger and as he does Heero steps infront of me. He falls to the ground with his arms out as if he were mocking Jesus Christ on the cross.

Quatre stares down at him as I grab the gun, "Hail Mary, full of grace," I slap the gun across his face, "The Lord is with thee. Blessed are thee and the fruit of thy womb Jesus." I knock him to the ground and straddle him so the gun is at his head, "Holy Mary Mother of God, Pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death," And I shoot him.

I stand, covered in the blood of the boy I loved and the other who loved me. I bring the gun to my own head and pull the trigger. Quatre doesn't like it when I keep him waiting….

~Owari

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