The God of Death No More.
"Trowa, I'm worried about Duo." Quatre said as he watched the long haired ex-pilot drive away from the house where the five of them lived. After the war had ended and true peace had final overcome earth and the colonies, the five Gundam pilots had stayed together and joined the Perventers, though Quatre still ran his family's business.
"I know little one, but there is nothing that we can do for him. He won't listen to us." Trowa said as he wrapped his arms around the smaller teenager. The relationship between the two of them had grown since the end of the war and they were now lovers, though Wufei still didn't approve.
Since they had stopped fighting, Duo had started to drink more and more to escape. Duo believed that he had nothing to live for. He had no one to love, he had no family dispite Quatre's help to locate them, and he was digusted with himself for the life that he had led since his time on the streets.
He had killed thousand of people being a Gundam Pilot and before that he was a street rat that stole things and seemed to kill everyone around him (that's what he thinks) just be knowing them. So he had turned to drugs and alcohale to forget. After four years his body was starting to wear out on him, but he seemed not to notice it. His hair was starting to fall out and his skin was a pasty yellow, no matter how much sun he got and his eyes were growing more blank each day and it was tearing everyone one up instide. And to make matters worse, he wouldn't listen to anyone who tried to help him.
"We can only hope that he gets help before it's too late." Trowa said softly.
"Hey Kenny, yah got my stuff?" Duo asked as he slapped a wad of money down on the table. On the other side of the table was a man with short black hair and vague green eyes who took bags of angel dust, crack, and other drugs out of his pockets and put them on the table, then grabbed the money as Duo grabbed the drugs.
"Hey Duo, long time no see." Kenny said as he counted the money and put it in his pocket.
"Yeah, it took me a while to get the money together. I just don't understand where it always goes." Duo said as he formed lines of crack on the table and started to snort it up with a short straw.
"Yeah, I wonder where." Kenny said with a small smirk as he watched.
Duo left shortly after that and headed to his favorite bar to get a couple drinks before heading back to the house where he knew the others were waiting for him. It was a schedual the had every Sunday. Duo would leave and get drunk, get some drugs, stay out until around one while the outhers stayed up and waited for him. Where he got home, they would try to talk to him but Duo would brush them off and go to his room to sleep it off.
But tonight was different. Tonight, Duo never made it home. Instead, the police found him the next day, dead in the alley next to the bar. Appariently, the drugs and alcohale finaly caught up with him and killed the God of Death.
Tuesday was the day of the wake and many people came to pay their resects to him, even Duo's family who Quatre had found just the previous day. Wensday was the burial but for the burial, the only people there where the four Gundam pilots.
"Why did this have to happen to him?" Wufei said quietly as they watched the coffin being lowered into the ground.
"I don't know, but I hope he is in a better place right now." Quatre said.
Heero said nothing but just watched until the grave was covered over then left. No one ever saw him again .
Sorry. I know this sucks but that is because I'm crying at the moment and Ican't really concentrate. My cousin just died and the wake is tomarrow, so I will be leaving in about half an hour to go to new york. I just felt that I had to write this.
Shinigami-chan
"Trowa, I'm worried about Duo." Quatre said as he watched the long haired ex-pilot drive away from the house where the five of them lived. After the war had ended and true peace had final overcome earth and the colonies, the five Gundam pilots had stayed together and joined the Perventers, though Quatre still ran his family's business.
"I know little one, but there is nothing that we can do for him. He won't listen to us." Trowa said as he wrapped his arms around the smaller teenager. The relationship between the two of them had grown since the end of the war and they were now lovers, though Wufei still didn't approve.
Since they had stopped fighting, Duo had started to drink more and more to escape. Duo believed that he had nothing to live for. He had no one to love, he had no family dispite Quatre's help to locate them, and he was digusted with himself for the life that he had led since his time on the streets.
He had killed thousand of people being a Gundam Pilot and before that he was a street rat that stole things and seemed to kill everyone around him (that's what he thinks) just be knowing them. So he had turned to drugs and alcohale to forget. After four years his body was starting to wear out on him, but he seemed not to notice it. His hair was starting to fall out and his skin was a pasty yellow, no matter how much sun he got and his eyes were growing more blank each day and it was tearing everyone one up instide. And to make matters worse, he wouldn't listen to anyone who tried to help him.
"We can only hope that he gets help before it's too late." Trowa said softly.
"Hey Kenny, yah got my stuff?" Duo asked as he slapped a wad of money down on the table. On the other side of the table was a man with short black hair and vague green eyes who took bags of angel dust, crack, and other drugs out of his pockets and put them on the table, then grabbed the money as Duo grabbed the drugs.
"Hey Duo, long time no see." Kenny said as he counted the money and put it in his pocket.
"Yeah, it took me a while to get the money together. I just don't understand where it always goes." Duo said as he formed lines of crack on the table and started to snort it up with a short straw.
"Yeah, I wonder where." Kenny said with a small smirk as he watched.
Duo left shortly after that and headed to his favorite bar to get a couple drinks before heading back to the house where he knew the others were waiting for him. It was a schedual the had every Sunday. Duo would leave and get drunk, get some drugs, stay out until around one while the outhers stayed up and waited for him. Where he got home, they would try to talk to him but Duo would brush them off and go to his room to sleep it off.
But tonight was different. Tonight, Duo never made it home. Instead, the police found him the next day, dead in the alley next to the bar. Appariently, the drugs and alcohale finaly caught up with him and killed the God of Death.
Tuesday was the day of the wake and many people came to pay their resects to him, even Duo's family who Quatre had found just the previous day. Wensday was the burial but for the burial, the only people there where the four Gundam pilots.
"Why did this have to happen to him?" Wufei said quietly as they watched the coffin being lowered into the ground.
"I don't know, but I hope he is in a better place right now." Quatre said.
Heero said nothing but just watched until the grave was covered over then left. No one ever saw him again .
Sorry. I know this sucks but that is because I'm crying at the moment and Ican't really concentrate. My cousin just died and the wake is tomarrow, so I will be leaving in about half an hour to go to new york. I just felt that I had to write this.
Shinigami-chan