A/N: I do not own the Gundam Wing characters or anything of the sort.
Chapter 1: Thrown Together
All five us stood in the hallway of the safe house. We hadn't wanted to come or be together, but it was necessary for the time being. Many of the upcoming missions would be taking place close by and we would need to be thoroughly prepared and scout out the area in advanced. It also seemed like we would be able to have a few days to ourselves before we truly had to become invested in the missions.
"Home sweet home." Dou said before making his way to the living room and flopping onto the couch.
"It is fairly niceā¦" I added before being cut off by Dou.
"For you it might be fair but for me it's a dream!" Dou laughed. I lowered my head at the comment. I wish I hadn't been born into the Winner family. I don't think any of them realized how much pressure I am under. They don't understand that with money comes many more prices then even they would ever know of.
"I'm finding a room." Heero simply stated and walked off. Trowa and Wufie followed. I didn't care if I slept in a closet. Sleeping was becoming harder to do these days anyway.
"Dou, why don't you pick a room?" I ask.
"All the good ones are taken but yeah I'll go find which rooms are left." With that he got up and left. I don't want to be here. I don't even want to fight, or do this mission. I don't want to see Trowa or be near him. He is a reminder of my mistakes, my weaknesses, and that monster that I had let consume when I piloted Wing Zero. I am just another horrible person who doesn't even deserve forgiveness. I just don't deserve much of anything.
"Quatre?" It was Trowa
"Yes? Have you found a room? I hope you have gotten a good one." I ask politely.
"Yes I have. The only room left is the one next to mine but the good news is that it is just two of us sharing a bathroom. I hope that is alright for you." I can't help but wonder if he thinks that since I have to share a bathroom, it is beneath me or something.
"That would be great. Thank you. I better go settle in." I rush up the stairs searching for the unoccupied room. When I find it I see that the room is modest and simple. I love it! It was cozy and homely in an odd way something that I never really had. Everything at home was pretty much like living in a museum. Cold, dark, and untouchable. I saw that the bathroom connected the two rooms which was also fine. I sat at the edge of the bed. I just want to be a kid, a normal boy, who goes to school and is in the band or sport team. Have friends and go out on weekends. Instead, I hear the voices of my victims crying out for their lost loved ones. Tears fall down my face. I am a wicked person. The voices grow deeper and louder. I clamp my hands to my ears but they don't stop. My hand reaches inside the bag for the knife. My sleeve is being rolled up and the knife is already making its way through me. Beauty. The pain takes me away and the blood hypnotizes me. But now, once is never enough. I do this four more times and each wound is deeper but allows me an even better escape...
