Not done yet. I've got to go to bed.. but I had like twenty minutes to write a fanfic, and I was in a good mood, so I naturally went for morbid. Pretend they're in some weird alternate universe where Quatre is a crazy psychopathic killer, Heero can actually die, and Duo, Trowa, and Wufei are all cruel, heartless bas-- whoah, can't say that word on PG.. It all makes so much more sense that way.
Human is a Dish Best Served Warm
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That's it... I'm through..
A slightly berserk chuckle echoed in the darkness as Quatre stealthily made his way to the sleeping form of Heero Yuy. "Zero one.. zero one.." He murmured quietly under his breath, grin etched across his features. A small knife glinted in his pale hand.
With a deft motion, he knelt down next to the sleeping form's futon, flipping over his warm wrist and drawing the knife across the blue veins in one graceful motion. By the time Heero awoke, Quatre was to his other side, the slits in the wrists wildly spurting blood into the air. Quatre merely smiled as his comrade and wiped a few thick streaks of blood from his cheek. "Nighty-night, Heero."
The world went dark.
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The other three pilots awoke the next morning to the sound of Quatre's horrified yell. "He's dead! Heero's dead!" The young Arab yelled, whirling on his heel as Duo, Trowa, and Wufei shirked down the hall. "He killed himself," the blond panted, face pale as he pointed a trembling finger. "He's... the knife.. it's in his hands.. his wrists are slit."
Duo went rigid, then sighed. "Guess we should get rid of the body.. Poor guy. Wish I could've gotten to know him better."
Trowa merely nodded his agreement, while Wufei frowned his disgust. "I thought he had more honor than to kill himself in the middle of the war.."
A small smirk flashed across Quatre's face as his innocent looking eyes rested on Duo. You're next.
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The one dubbed Shinigami sighed, tossing onto his back to stare at the high beams of the ceiling. His cobalt eyes refused to shut, the image of Heero's body forever burned onto the back of his eyelids.
"No rest for the weary," he murmured, blowing a fluttering lock of bang from the front of his face. "Well, excluding Heero. That lucky idiot.. I'm not that big of a coward, though," Duo murmured to himself, pulling his frame up into a semi-stable sitting position. "Known the guy for two days, and what does he do? Go nuts and slit his wrists.. Well, you always have to watch out for the quiet ones."
".. Duo?" Quatre's quiet voice came, and the blond stepped meagerly from the shadows. "Who are you talking to?"
Duo started, jerking his gaze to the Sandrock pilot. He chuckled nervously. "Oh, just myself."
The gunshot rang through the room and Duo's brains lay spattered on the wall. His face held an expression of shock, the beginnings of a question forming on his lips.
"Goodnight, friend."