A/N: Okay, I know all the chapters seem way short, but on the especially short ones, I'll give you two at a time. Will that suffice? ^_^;;
Chapter 4: Death of Perfection
Relena arrived home to a mansion barren of anyone but servants, butlers and maids. She went straight to her room, ignoring the worried look from the doorman, and laid down on her bed, staring at the ceiling. "Duo…why…? I thought… I thought you loved me…" She sobbed and rolled over on her side, her eyes on the opposite wall. Everyone she had cared about…everyone she had loved. Her father, even though she found out he wasn't her real father… She was convinced Heero had never loved her in the first place, though she still held feelings for him. But Duo…
As clouds shifted and let moonlight into her window, something on Relena's desk caught her eye. A silver letter opener set on top of a stack of papers and mail that she had been planning on sorting through soon. It seemed like no one had ever cared about her as just Relena, instead of a Dorilan, or a Peacecraft, or the Queen of the World, or… whatever. They only cared about her place in life, not herself as an actual person.
Before she even thought about it, she found herself standing at her desk. She saw her own hand reaching towards the stack of papers, saw her fingers closing around the letter opener, saw the metal gleam in the moonlight. She finally thought she had found someone. Duo never seemed to care about her money or status. He had really seemed to love her. But then why would he cheat on her? Oh, who was she kidding? He grew up poor on the streets, the thought of a little easy money for a change would be like free candy to him, whether he wanted it to be or not.
Next thing she knew, the serrated blade was at her wrist. She drew it across, drawing a thin red line. She switched hands and drew a matching one across her other arm. When she looked up, tears falling softly down her pale cheeks, she found herself looking in a small round mirror above her dresser. Her eyes were red and puffy.
Her long, slender neck caught her attention next. Almost as if in a trance, she brought the blade up to her throat, finding a strange calming feeling from the red that ran down to stain first the pale hue of her skin, then the soft lavender of her ruffled blouse. She let her eyes drift down to her dresser top as she slowly sank to her knees. The last thing she saw before her eyes closed was a set of pictures in a double frame. The first was of the six of them: Trowa, Quatre, Heero and Wufei, with her and Duo in the middle. The second was one taken last Christmas at Duo's house: she and Duo were sitting on his couch, kissing, while Heero held a piece of mistletoe over their heads. Her hand reached out for the picture, and she fell to the floor, her blood slowly pooling around her.
The next morning, Duo knocked on Relena's door. A maid opened the door, smiled, and led him up to Relena's room. The maid knocked on the door, but there was no answer. Duo winked at her and pushed the door open softly and slipped in.
The sight that met his eyes was of Relena, laying in the middle of her floor on her side, in a large puddle of blood. In one loose fist was a silver letter opener, now stained heavily with blood. Her other hand was gripped tightly around a picture frame. When Duo moved slightly into the room, out of the doorway, he recognized one side of it as a picture taken at the Christmas party he had held last year.
A high-pitched scream let him know that the maid had stepped into the room and seen Relena's still form. As the other servants of the mansion came rushing in, Duo slowly backed up against the wall, lips parted, eyes wide in shock. When the first maid turned to him, one hand covering her mouth, she saw two tears slowly trail their way down Duo's cheeks. Only two. That was all the God of Death would be allowed. Even to mourn his lover.