"The world would be a much better place without a street rat." Duo whispered to himself, "After all, it's not like anyone cares." With that said, he took the scythe he carried around as his signature weapon off the wall and held the blade to his wrist. "Looks like Shinigami has to cause one last death." He gasped as he drew the scythe across his wrist.
Meanwhile, downstairs, Quatre asked the other pilots if they had noticed anything odd about Duo.
"No, why do you ask?" questioned Trowa.
"I'm worried about him, he acts with his usual happy-go-lucky attitude but under it all I feel a deep sadness." Responded Quatre.
"Maybe he's just unhappy about the fact that he failed the last miss – QUATRE!!!" yelled Trowa as Quatre gasped and fell to the ground.
"Duo's dying," he breaths, "you have to help him!"
As they run up the stairs, the three skilled teens could sense that something was terribly wrong. As Wufei threw open the door, they were overcome with the smell of fresh blood.
"Holy shit…" he whispered.
"Duo…" said Trowa as they slowly (AN: are these guys demented or something?) walked to the form huddled on the bed.
"Duo?" Heero started hesitantly. Wufei reached over and pulled off the blanket.
"Trowa, get some bandages! QUICK!!!" He all but yelled. When Trowa came tearing back into the room, Heero took the bandages and made two tourniquets.
