Title: Duo: the True Shinigami
Disclaimer: As much as I would like to, I don't own Gundam Wing.
Intro:
Hello, I'm Takuya Harami AKA Dark Angel. This fic is the first in a series
called the Dark Chronicles where I write about characters from Toonami
killing each other or themselves or both. This is just a way to vent my anger
in ways other than killing squirrels like I usually do. Plus I just love to kill off
characters in stories. It's so much fun! By now you can tell I'm a sick ass
bitch and damn proud of it ^___^ My goal in life is to be famous for writing
the sickest stories in the world! MWHAHAHAHA!!!! Ahem, anyway, this is a
fic about murder and suicide and stuff like that. These things seem to be my
specialty in writing. But this one fic really takes the cake. I was in a really
sick mood when I wrote this one. But I did enjoy writing it, though. I just
hope you all like it. And please review so I can know what to do and not to do
in the next chapter. Constructive criticism is welcome and encouraged. But
even if you don't review I'll still write but it would be nice. Anyway on to the
fic!
Duo came downstairs at his now usual time of 7:00pm. For the past
few weeks, this was the only time he came out of his bedroom. He would go
to the kitchen, get a cup of coffee and then go back to his room. And when
he came out, he wasn't his usual cheery self. His violet eyes, which were
usually full of happiness and mischief, were now dark with sadness and
despair. He looked a bit disheveled. It looked like he hadn't combed his hair
in a while. He had ditched his priest outfit for a plain pair of black jeans and
a black T-shirt. His face was devoid of emotion and his skin was pale from
lack of exposure to the sun. He was like a walking corpse. Heero, Quatre,
Wufei, and Trowa were on their way out to the bar as they watched Duo
walk past them into the kitchen to get his usual cup of coffee. If he had
been his usual self he would have put in a load of sugar but now he just took
it black. Everyone still looked at Duo as he walked out of the kitchen and up
the stairs. About halfway up the stairs he stopped as Quatre called out to
him, "Hey Duo, we're about to go out. You wanna come?" Duo turned his head
to look at them. Everyone got a little chill. His eyes were so cold… Duo shook
his head. "Naw, I'll pass." Then he ran up the stairs and into his room. Quatre
sighed heavily. "What's wrong with him?" he said with concern. They were all
a little worried about Duo. They knew that with Duo and his cheery
personality it would take a lot to get him depressed. "There has to be
something wrong," said Trowa. "I say we just confront him about it," said
Wufei, "Ask him what's wrong." "Yeah, and he'll just open to us like a book,"
said Heero with a little sarcasm, "He won't tell us even if we ask him. He'll
either lie or say nothing." "Maybe," said Quatre, "we should just let him
alone for now and if it gets worse then we'll do something." "I guess," said
Wufei with hesitation. Heero and Trowa nodded in agreement. And with
that, they left. Meanwhile Duo was in his room sitting on the side of his bed.
The lights were off so the only illumination came from the moon through the
window. 'Finally, they're gone,' he thought, 'That was way too close. It was
way to hard not to…' You should have killed them. I told you to kill them,
he heard a voice say in his head. "Stop telling me to kill my friends," said Duo
out loud.
Yeah, you should kill Hildee instead.
"Shut up! I won't kill anyone!" Duo's voice started to get shakier.
You dumbass. Don't you realize that if you don't kill them, they'll kill you first?!
"They wouldn't do that," Duo said angrily, "My friends care about me."
Oh yeah, just like your dad. Your dad cared about you so much that he finally tried to frickin' kill you on your 10th birthday after years of abuse. And even if your "friends" don't kill you, they'll probably be like your mom and watch you get the crap knocked out of you every night.
Duo's head started to throb. The pain became more immense with every
passing moment. "That's a lie!" he yelled with hatred, "My parents love me!"
The voice started to laugh.
Just kill them before it's too late. You could just get your scythe and slit their throats! Ha!
Duo jumped out of the bed. "Stop!" he screamed, "Just stop please! Leave me
alone!" He started to breathe heavily. He was sweating profusely and his
eyes were bulging with terror. He sat back down on the bed and started
shaking. "My parents love me," he mumbled to himself over and over. He
grabbed the up on the nightstand next to his bed and held it tight. As he
struggled to take a sip of the coffee, he held onto the cup too tight and it
broke in his grasp. The sharp pieces cut into his skin. The coffee, now only
barely warm, started to sting the fresh wounds. "Aw crap!" he yelled as he
rushed downstairs into the kitchen. He ran the cold water from the sink
over his hands to wash away the blood. Duo watched the red streaks swirl
down the drain. The cuts weren't too bad and there weren't many but they
were bleeding profusely. One of the cuts was right near his wrist. Duo
stared at his hands as if in a trance. Why don't you just let them bleed,
the voice said, With any luck you'll keep bleeding until you…
"What?! I won't. I don't wanna die."
Then why won't you kill your friends? If you're not gonna kill them you might as well end it before they do.
"I'm not gonna-"
C'mon, you know you want to.
"No I don't! Leave me alone!"
The voice stopped bothering him. At least for now.
Duo took his hands from the water and dried them off. He looked at the
butcher knife on the counter next to the sink. "I could end it," he whispered,
"End the pain…" As he realized what he as saying, he started shaking again
and then bolted up to his room and slammed the door behind him. He leaned
against the door. "I won't kill myself," he said, "No matter how bad it gets."
He breathed heavily and tried to calm down. He slowly walked to his bed and
laid down. As he laid there he thought of what the voice said, 'Don't you
realize that if you don't kill them they'll kill you first?!' He got caught up in
his own confused thoughts until he finally fell asleep.