Grave Mistakes
By: Namari
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Shonen Ai (well, duh), Angst, Suicide, other stuff.
Category: Angst/Death
Notes: Sorry this part's short. I like it, though, it moves the plot along ^.^:;
Quatre couldn't believe it. Duo was dead. A thousand questions raced through his mind. How? When? Why? The bloodstains were spreading through the carpet, dying cream white a dark, sticky red. Duo's lifeless eyes stared up at the ceiling, their usual sparkling brightness was now dull and hard. "Duo..." Quatre murmured.
Heero, his eyes as flat as Duo's, walked over to the corpse that had been Duo Maxwell. He pressed his palm to Duo's cheek. "Still warm." He reported.
Now Quatre was confused. Still warm? That meant that... this... was recent. But... how? There were no windows in Duo's room. He would have, should have, noticed someone sneaking into the safehouse. How had Duo's murderers gotten there? Or found out about where they were, anyway? Had they been found out? Betrayed? How had the murderers gotten in? Could they have gotten out of the house around Quatre?
Heero was still conducting his investigation of the room. No windows, and the only way out of the room was down the stairs the four had just come up. Heero remembered distinctly how much Duo had complained about that. So, how could anyone... unless....
"There's only one person here who could have killed Duo," He murmured under his breath, "and that's..."
Heero began to search through the papers on Duo's desk.
"Heero, what are you doing?!" Quatre asked in alarm.
Heero didn't bother to answer. Sifting through bank records, bills, magazines (almost exclusively Playboy), catalogs, various manga, receipts, discarded chip bags, and the remains of a half-eaten lunch, he finally found what he was looking for; a folded piece of notebook paper. Slowly, he opened it and smoothed it down on the desk. Duo's script was messily scrawled across the page. Indifferent to what it would say, Heero began to read:
Heero-
Well, now you've done it, ne? I don't expect you to ever find this, but if you do, just know that it's your fault I'm sitting in the middle of this room, all alone, with a gun to my forehead. You made me cry, ya know. Boys don't cry... I haven't eaten in a few days. Funny, isn't it that I'm whining to you about this. Its not like you care. You probably won't even finish reading, you'll just get sick of listening to my self-pity and crumple it up before I can get to the point. You never were very patient, always had to have your way with everything.... Why'd you do it, Heero? I guess it's not really your fault. No matter how sad or desperate, depressed or lonely, you don't tell the Perfect Soldier that you love him... I guess I deserved that slap, that cold stare, that click of the door shutting... it sounded so final...Was I only your release, Heero? Common sense tells me 'yes', but I couldn't help but think that maybe you cared.. but no one's ever cared, why should you be the first? I'm so sick of being hated, rejected, ignored, ...raped... So, I hope you guys can win the war with 4 Gundams...I'll be cheering you on from Hell.
Ai Shiteru, Heero. You bastard.
Duo Maxwell
Damn, that was short... oh well ^.^:; I guess I left y'all hanging again... *smack smack *
By: Namari
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Shonen Ai (well, duh), Angst, Suicide, other stuff.
Category: Angst/Death
Notes: Sorry this part's short. I like it, though, it moves the plot along ^.^:;
Quatre couldn't believe it. Duo was dead. A thousand questions raced through his mind. How? When? Why? The bloodstains were spreading through the carpet, dying cream white a dark, sticky red. Duo's lifeless eyes stared up at the ceiling, their usual sparkling brightness was now dull and hard. "Duo..." Quatre murmured.
Heero, his eyes as flat as Duo's, walked over to the corpse that had been Duo Maxwell. He pressed his palm to Duo's cheek. "Still warm." He reported.
Now Quatre was confused. Still warm? That meant that... this... was recent. But... how? There were no windows in Duo's room. He would have, should have, noticed someone sneaking into the safehouse. How had Duo's murderers gotten there? Or found out about where they were, anyway? Had they been found out? Betrayed? How had the murderers gotten in? Could they have gotten out of the house around Quatre?
Heero was still conducting his investigation of the room. No windows, and the only way out of the room was down the stairs the four had just come up. Heero remembered distinctly how much Duo had complained about that. So, how could anyone... unless....
"There's only one person here who could have killed Duo," He murmured under his breath, "and that's..."
Heero began to search through the papers on Duo's desk.
"Heero, what are you doing?!" Quatre asked in alarm.
Heero didn't bother to answer. Sifting through bank records, bills, magazines (almost exclusively Playboy), catalogs, various manga, receipts, discarded chip bags, and the remains of a half-eaten lunch, he finally found what he was looking for; a folded piece of notebook paper. Slowly, he opened it and smoothed it down on the desk. Duo's script was messily scrawled across the page. Indifferent to what it would say, Heero began to read:
Heero-
Well, now you've done it, ne? I don't expect you to ever find this, but if you do, just know that it's your fault I'm sitting in the middle of this room, all alone, with a gun to my forehead. You made me cry, ya know. Boys don't cry... I haven't eaten in a few days. Funny, isn't it that I'm whining to you about this. Its not like you care. You probably won't even finish reading, you'll just get sick of listening to my self-pity and crumple it up before I can get to the point. You never were very patient, always had to have your way with everything.... Why'd you do it, Heero? I guess it's not really your fault. No matter how sad or desperate, depressed or lonely, you don't tell the Perfect Soldier that you love him... I guess I deserved that slap, that cold stare, that click of the door shutting... it sounded so final...Was I only your release, Heero? Common sense tells me 'yes', but I couldn't help but think that maybe you cared.. but no one's ever cared, why should you be the first? I'm so sick of being hated, rejected, ignored, ...raped... So, I hope you guys can win the war with 4 Gundams...I'll be cheering you on from Hell.
Ai Shiteru, Heero. You bastard.
Duo Maxwell
Damn, that was short... oh well ^.^:; I guess I left y'all hanging again... *smack smack *