A/N: I'd like to thank my friend who helped me name this fic. It was just a random thing I thought of. And I'll also say this. I was having trouble sleeping, and was watching Boy Meets World, the one where Morgan thought she killed Santa, and that had me thinking what would happen if one of the Gundam pilots thought he killed Santa, but who would believe in Santa. That's when it hit me, Duo would believe in Santa! So lets have fun with this.

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, or Santa Claus. But I do own the toys he gives me YAY!!!!!!! Oh… and I don't own Christmas. The Grinch does. A not so jolly green guy, what's not to like.

Santa-cide

Chapter One- The Unfortunate Day At The Mall

It was a week before Christmas, and all through the malls, many things could be heard. Many, no all. (A/N: That's about the best rhyme I can do, and about all I can stand.) The five gundam pilots were enjoying alittle Christmas shopping. Duo and Quatre were in K. B. Toys, while Wufei and Heero were just strolling through the hallways, and Trowa was enjoying the animals withing the pet store currently focused on an adorable little kitten. After of hours shopping on their own, they met back up at the Santa workshop station. "Hey guys! How was your Christmas shopping?" Asked the blonde Arabian Quatre Winner.

"Alright I guess. Did you and Duo buy anything?" Asked Chang Wufei.

"Uh… well yes. But please remember that it's the thought that counts about the gifts."

"Don't worry about it Quatre. You always give the best gifts."

Quatre let out a little sigh. "I don't know about that. But I wasn't talking about my gifts."

Before Wufei could say anything, Duo ran right up behind Quatre in a big hug. Poor Quatre, he was even hit with the almighty braid. "I had the best thing Q-chan! Thanks again for shopping with me. Hey Fei- chan! Did you have a fun shopping day?"

"Fei- chan? Maxwell! I told you not to ever call me that ever again!"

"Well… what am I suppose to call you? You won't let me call you Fei-chan, Wu-bear, Wu- chan, Fei fei, or anything."

"Call me sir."

"Sir? You're joking right? Good one Fei- chan."

"I'm not joking. Call me sir, or I won't address you."

Quatre was raising his hand to tell Wufei that he was going a little too far, but Trowa and Heero took lhold of his wrist and shook their heads. No one needed to interfere with the battle that was to break out. "Won't address me huh? I must call you sir huh? Puh- lease. Fei- chan's a meanie! Fei- chan is a meanie! Fei- chan! Fei- chan! Feeeeeeeeeiiiiiiiiiiiii- chaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan!"

Wufei took hold of the front of Duo's shirt. "Don't call me such a feminine name. The injustice of it makes me sick to my stomach." Wufei took a deep breath, then he slowly placed Duo back upon the ground. "You're just lucky I don't believe in hurting children."

"Hey! Who're you calling a chi- Oh no! I still need to tell Santa what I want for Christmas."

Duo rushed into the line, leaving the other four pilots in the dust. Wufei crossed his arms, "as I said, child."

"What kind of 16-year-old still believes in Santa?" Asked Trowa.

"Well, I guess Duo, but his childish antics do add a charming aura to our Christmas do you think?" Quatre asked, stepping up to Trowa. "Well, how did your shopping go?"

"Pretty good I guess. I still don't believe Duo still seriously believes in Santa."

Heero shrugged his shoulders. "Well… at least he's serious about something right?" All the other pilots were agreeing to Heero when screams from kids rang through the mall's hallways. "What's happening?" All the pilots ran to Santa's workshop's enterance to see kids running out screaming for their parents, and Duo sitting on the ground with the most fearful expression on his face. "Duo? What happened here? Why ar-…"

Duo pointed towards where Santa should be sitting. "I… I …."

"You what?" Heero and all the other pilots turned to see what Duo was pointing at, and were shocked at what they saw.

Duo burst into tears. "I KILLED SANTA CLAUS!"

TBC