Black-Angel-001: sorry if the guys seem a bit OOC, but i don't really think they are. also, i do not proffess to have great knowledge about the catholic religion, if you are catholic and you see something wrong, please tell me for possible future reference.
Confession
The nightmare were always so real, like he was living the events again. Although he'd lost count of the number of me he'd killed, Duo could easily recall their screams as they'd realized they were going to die. Sometimes they cried for mercy, sometimes for a loved one. But always they cried for God.
On a sudden impulse, Duo got up from the bed, kneeled on the cold metallic floor. He paused, then crossed himself. The beads of the rosary were surprisingly warm in his fingers, and they rolled easily in his palm. In a rush, Duo recited a Hail Mary, then again, but slower. The words were rolling off his tounge with practiced ease, as familiar to him as taking in air. He repeated the prayer 18 more times before going into silent thought.
"Duo, would you-" Quatre stopped short. He took in his friend's position, the rosary. "Am I interrupting?" he asked softly.
"No."
"Would you like me to leave?"
"Do you want to leave?"
Quatre considered. "No." He kneeld beside Duo. "What do I do?"
Deathsycth's piolet smiled faintly, taught him the Hail Mary. They said it together.
"Hail Mary, full of grace..."
Trowa stepped in, stood in the doorway for a minute. As he watched, he learned, and as he learned he felt a pull. He joined them on the floor. Minutes later, Wufei and Heero took up Trowa's former position. They shared a look before Wufei shrugged and kneeled beside Trowa.
"Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee..."
Heero felt torn. He wanted to join them but his brain asked why. Because he wanted to know forgivness from somewhere. Without hardly being conscious of it, Heero knelt and joined in. Duo glanced at him. With the last Hail Mary was said, there was a thick silence. The others waited for Duo patiently but expectantly. He bowed his head, thought for a second, took a deep breath.
"I confess to God Almighty,"
In the name of all who died, friends and strangers alike;
"To blessed Mary, ever Virgin,"
The parents he never knew;
"To the blessed archangel Michael,"
Solo and the gang who took him in when there was no one else;
"To the holy apostles, to all the saints,"
Father Maxwell, Sister Kate, who saw worth in him when no one else had;
"And to you, father,"
All the nameless soilders dead by his hand;
"That I have sinned"
The grieving families of the fallen;
"In thought,"
The innocent;
"In word and deed,"
The guilty;
"Through my fault,"
The oppressed;
"Through my most grevious fault."
The oppressors.
All dead because of him.
"Lord, have mercy."
Was it really worth it?
"In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost, amen."
"Amen," came the echoed reply.