Ohayo minna-san! This is… I don't know what this is, not poem, not prose. It's kind of a character analysis of Duo. It's kind of angsty, but not on a disturbing level…*sigh* I know this is SO over-done, but it's been floating around in my head for a while now, and I just wanted to get it out. Well, here it is!

(GW and Duo Maxwell are NOT MINE, although I reeeeeally want Duo-kun. Hmph.)

Shinigami

Shinigami.

Yea, that's right, Shinigami. The one and only ME.

Duo Maxwell.

God of Death.

A demon with violet eyes and a braid.

I'm a living contradiction, a clue that nobody understands.

And I like it that way.

If they don't understand me, the will keep their distance.

And that's good, because I don't want to kill unless I have to.

And no one lives to tell my story.

Except the others.

The other pilots… they're like the brothers I never had.

But I don't want them to be so close to me.

Because those who befriend Death will die.

And I just want them to be safe and happy.

Heero.

My best friend, whether he admits it or not.

We've grown to be closer than anything.

And I want him to be happy.

I don't want him to self-destruct.

Because I've caught glimpses of the human under his mask.

A mask just like mine.

Trowa.

The one without a past.

Sometimes I envy him for that.

If you don't have a past, you can't be remembered.

And if you aren't remembered, you can't be forgotten.

But by becoming a pilot, he became attached.

And he became human.

Quatre.

He's rich, but not spoiled at all.

So innocent and unprepared for the outside world.

He doesn't realize the dangers.

The little brother I never had.

But he's strong, strong enough to fight in what he believes.

Strong enough to have faith in me.

Wufei.

The Solitary Dragon.

Brooding over the loss of his wife and fighting for justice in her name.

I make fun of him, but I understand him.

To lose someone, then fight for their beliefs in hopes of being closer.

Just like Solo and me.

But Wufei stands alone. Solitary.

Sometimes, it feels like I don't deserve their friendship.

I don't deserve the care I receive.

I'm Shinigami, and the God of Death stands alone.

For those who gets closest to Death dies first.

So what if I have to hide my pain under my mask?

Some memories should best stay buried.

And so I smile.

And those who die at my hands shall see a smiling demon.

Shinigami.

            Well, that was… yes. Anyways. Love it? Hate it? Drop me a line and tell me what you think! ALL REVIEWS WELCOME! ^_^

*Carrie-chan*