Disclaimers: I don't own Gundam Wing. Why must I repeat this? .
Dedication: I wrote this to my friend James F. at school. It was his mistake to tell me who his favorite character was…
Full Summary: There is a thin line between sane and insane; we saw that when Quatre went ZERO. But Duo has snapped the line for no reason. This unleashes horror and pain to each G-Boy as he plans to let them each meat their death. He wants to give them a quick or slow death, as long as it's painful. =)
Author's Notes: Hehehe rated 'R' for coming horror/gore… ^^; Please R&R. Takes place after Endless Waltz and Blind Target. Third chapter Part 2:
Chapter 2 Part 2: Impaled By Your Own Sword (Or Katana)
Duo's POV
As I walk to your house in my normal clothes (even sunglasses to hide the circles under my eyes) I wonder what you are doing. Meditating, no doubt. But, can you feel the insane evil walking closer up to your door disrupting the peace of it? I hope not; as that might disrupt my chance to kill you. I nearly laugh in glee as I ring your doorbell. Soon his face appeared, then body as I notice you're in your normal clothes as well. Your raven eyes show a hint of worry, and I ponder why for a moment. "Hello Maxwell." Your voice interrupts my thoughts. "Hello." I answer back. "You wanted to discuss the Gundams? Is there a threat on them or us?" he asks as he brings me inside. "Err… Yes." I say as I sit down on the white couch. Your whole house is white; the walls, carpet, furniture… And soon they'll be a pretty shade of red.
"Why don't I get us some drinks then you can tell me about it," you say. Such a calm voice you sport now. Is it because the wars are over? "Yes. Coke please Wu-man!" I reply, trying to keep my voice as normal as possible. I figure it didn't work, as your gaze falls suspiciously on me for a moment. Your back turns and goes toward the kitchen. In the corner toward the door, I notice your katana. I stealthily walk over to it and pick up the weight in my hands. It was perfect. The perfect Murder tool.
You came out carrying a tray of drinks, struggling to hold them steady. I am already sitting back down on the couch. When you look at me, I raise the katana; holding it like a javelin. "Maxwell, baka! What are you doing?" he asks in fear. Fear… I hoped this would happen. If the katana had not weighed in my hands I would have thought this was a dream. "Killing you." I reply coolly. While you stand there a moment puzzled, I throw it. It lodges in your neck and you fall to the floor; the drinks dropped, spilled, and broken. I walk over to your now lifeless body and kick at it. More blood spills from your neck onto the white carpet. I smile, content. 05 down, and next is 01. "Good night Wufei." I whisper as I wake out, leaving you there with your raven- colored eyes still wide with horror.
Sailor Triforce: You'll have to wait a while for Chapter 3. The death of Heero…
Quatre: eep! Wufei?!
Wufei: Hmph. Onna, try putting chapter 3 all in one part.
Sailor Triforce: Suuurrreee…
Duo: Hmmm, so I am Shinigami, huh?
Sailor Triforce: The next deaths are worse. Anyways, please R&R telling me if I should continue!
Dedication: I wrote this to my friend James F. at school. It was his mistake to tell me who his favorite character was…
Full Summary: There is a thin line between sane and insane; we saw that when Quatre went ZERO. But Duo has snapped the line for no reason. This unleashes horror and pain to each G-Boy as he plans to let them each meat their death. He wants to give them a quick or slow death, as long as it's painful. =)
Author's Notes: Hehehe rated 'R' for coming horror/gore… ^^; Please R&R. Takes place after Endless Waltz and Blind Target. Third chapter Part 2:
Chapter 2 Part 2: Impaled By Your Own Sword (Or Katana)
Duo's POV
As I walk to your house in my normal clothes (even sunglasses to hide the circles under my eyes) I wonder what you are doing. Meditating, no doubt. But, can you feel the insane evil walking closer up to your door disrupting the peace of it? I hope not; as that might disrupt my chance to kill you. I nearly laugh in glee as I ring your doorbell. Soon his face appeared, then body as I notice you're in your normal clothes as well. Your raven eyes show a hint of worry, and I ponder why for a moment. "Hello Maxwell." Your voice interrupts my thoughts. "Hello." I answer back. "You wanted to discuss the Gundams? Is there a threat on them or us?" he asks as he brings me inside. "Err… Yes." I say as I sit down on the white couch. Your whole house is white; the walls, carpet, furniture… And soon they'll be a pretty shade of red.
"Why don't I get us some drinks then you can tell me about it," you say. Such a calm voice you sport now. Is it because the wars are over? "Yes. Coke please Wu-man!" I reply, trying to keep my voice as normal as possible. I figure it didn't work, as your gaze falls suspiciously on me for a moment. Your back turns and goes toward the kitchen. In the corner toward the door, I notice your katana. I stealthily walk over to it and pick up the weight in my hands. It was perfect. The perfect Murder tool.
You came out carrying a tray of drinks, struggling to hold them steady. I am already sitting back down on the couch. When you look at me, I raise the katana; holding it like a javelin. "Maxwell, baka! What are you doing?" he asks in fear. Fear… I hoped this would happen. If the katana had not weighed in my hands I would have thought this was a dream. "Killing you." I reply coolly. While you stand there a moment puzzled, I throw it. It lodges in your neck and you fall to the floor; the drinks dropped, spilled, and broken. I walk over to your now lifeless body and kick at it. More blood spills from your neck onto the white carpet. I smile, content. 05 down, and next is 01. "Good night Wufei." I whisper as I wake out, leaving you there with your raven- colored eyes still wide with horror.
Sailor Triforce: You'll have to wait a while for Chapter 3. The death of Heero…
Quatre: eep! Wufei?!
Wufei: Hmph. Onna, try putting chapter 3 all in one part.
Sailor Triforce: Suuurrreee…
Duo: Hmmm, so I am Shinigami, huh?
Sailor Triforce: The next deaths are worse. Anyways, please R&R telling me if I should continue!