Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. Rating Nc-17 for Sucide.
Fall from Grace
Duo crouched beneath the blankets, shadow-circled eyes surveying the room. Quatre had gone, leaving him to another night of lonely tears. "Such a sad state, Shinigami." He whispered to himself. He pulled his arm from the covers where he had hidden it upon Quatre's entry. The sheets on it were red and wet, clinging to the skin so that it was difficult for him to pull it away. 'Another set of sheets ruined.' He thought, pulling the crimson knife from beneath his pillows. 'My savior.' He thought; fingers dancing down the blade, dull from over- use. He looked down at his arm, the gashes deep and still bleeding profusely, but he thought nothing of it. Lifting the blade he held it to his wrist, pausing a moment. A quiet click resonated through the room, echoing through his subconscious. Although the reality was a broken gear in a nearby clock, to Duo's haunted mind, it was the cocking of a gun. Images flashed before his closed eyes; Jesa, an Oz soldier, betrayal, savoir, a gun, Jesa, look out! Blood, blood on his hands, soaking them, forming tiny pools near his fingers. He looked down and pulled the knife from his wrist. His arm hung limp and he stared at it, confused His head spun and he leaned back, near to fainting from the loss of blood. He tried to call out, to call Quatre, but his tongue refused to move. His body screamed and he lay dying, he knew and begged silently for death. A shadow flickered before his eyes and he opened them wide. Jesa stood before him, reaching out to him. "Duo." She called, so quiet, so far away. Then she screamed, a scream so sharp and sad and pain-driven that even long after the specter had vanished, he did not recognize the voice as his own. The Arabian jerked up from is own tears and nearly flew into Duo's room. The gory sight that lay before him turned his stomach and he ducked into the hall to vomit. Breathlessly, he called for the others and returned to Duo's side. He was fading, Quatre could see it, and he was afraid to lose the braided one. The other pilots appeared in the doorway, Wufei vanishing again almost immediately t fetch a doctor. Trowa swept into the room, plucking Quatre up. He brushed the blood-covered hair from the little Arabian's face and shielded him from further sight. Heero stood, the perfect soldier, one who has seen everything has never before seen this. For a moment so brief that it was lost in the seconds, a tear appeared in he eye of Heero Yuy. Then Wufei returned the physician with him pulling a tray of blood as they ran. He grimaced as he cut Duo's shirt from his chest and Duo tried desperately to lift frozen fingers and push him away. He titled his head back and swallowed blood, crying silently. The physician was inside him; needles of fire ripping through his open veins. "Jesa." He whispered, his tongue heavy, the words not forming. Duo's head feel still and his eyes glazed. For a moment, he was in serene death. The physician reached into his morbid bag of tricks and extracted two Electro-shock paddles. Duo's eyes snapped open and he choked as he convulsed upward, the one word scream tearing from his throat. "Jesa!" Then he succumbed to darkness.
Fall from Grace
Duo crouched beneath the blankets, shadow-circled eyes surveying the room. Quatre had gone, leaving him to another night of lonely tears. "Such a sad state, Shinigami." He whispered to himself. He pulled his arm from the covers where he had hidden it upon Quatre's entry. The sheets on it were red and wet, clinging to the skin so that it was difficult for him to pull it away. 'Another set of sheets ruined.' He thought, pulling the crimson knife from beneath his pillows. 'My savior.' He thought; fingers dancing down the blade, dull from over- use. He looked down at his arm, the gashes deep and still bleeding profusely, but he thought nothing of it. Lifting the blade he held it to his wrist, pausing a moment. A quiet click resonated through the room, echoing through his subconscious. Although the reality was a broken gear in a nearby clock, to Duo's haunted mind, it was the cocking of a gun. Images flashed before his closed eyes; Jesa, an Oz soldier, betrayal, savoir, a gun, Jesa, look out! Blood, blood on his hands, soaking them, forming tiny pools near his fingers. He looked down and pulled the knife from his wrist. His arm hung limp and he stared at it, confused His head spun and he leaned back, near to fainting from the loss of blood. He tried to call out, to call Quatre, but his tongue refused to move. His body screamed and he lay dying, he knew and begged silently for death. A shadow flickered before his eyes and he opened them wide. Jesa stood before him, reaching out to him. "Duo." She called, so quiet, so far away. Then she screamed, a scream so sharp and sad and pain-driven that even long after the specter had vanished, he did not recognize the voice as his own. The Arabian jerked up from is own tears and nearly flew into Duo's room. The gory sight that lay before him turned his stomach and he ducked into the hall to vomit. Breathlessly, he called for the others and returned to Duo's side. He was fading, Quatre could see it, and he was afraid to lose the braided one. The other pilots appeared in the doorway, Wufei vanishing again almost immediately t fetch a doctor. Trowa swept into the room, plucking Quatre up. He brushed the blood-covered hair from the little Arabian's face and shielded him from further sight. Heero stood, the perfect soldier, one who has seen everything has never before seen this. For a moment so brief that it was lost in the seconds, a tear appeared in he eye of Heero Yuy. Then Wufei returned the physician with him pulling a tray of blood as they ran. He grimaced as he cut Duo's shirt from his chest and Duo tried desperately to lift frozen fingers and push him away. He titled his head back and swallowed blood, crying silently. The physician was inside him; needles of fire ripping through his open veins. "Jesa." He whispered, his tongue heavy, the words not forming. Duo's head feel still and his eyes glazed. For a moment, he was in serene death. The physician reached into his morbid bag of tricks and extracted two Electro-shock paddles. Duo's eyes snapped open and he choked as he convulsed upward, the one word scream tearing from his throat. "Jesa!" Then he succumbed to darkness.