Duo clung adamantly to the lifeless body, his eyes misting over.

"Let go of him Duo, he's gone."

Quatre gently prised his friends fingers from the grasp he was maintaining around the limp form. But this only provoked the American to hang on tighter, his lower lip trembling.

"Please don't Quatre. I wanna keep him with me a bit longer."

His violet eyes filled with a sorrow Quatre had never seen before and it scared him to see Duo like this. He never saw him without a smile on his face let alone crying. A silent figure rested his hand on the sobbing pilots shoulder.

"I'm sorry Duo, I know how much he means to you."

"Thanks Wu."

Duo turned his attention back to the body. Cold and unmoving.

"We had some great times together. Eh, H-chan?" His tear-stained face visibly brightened. "Like that time we scared the shit outta Relena, she wouldn't go near us for weeks!" 

His deep chuckle echoed around the field and he stooped to pick up his old friend. With grim determination he made his way slowly to the house, tripping over scraps of charred metal on the way. Both Quatre and Wufei followed, curious to see what he was doing. They found him struggling to open the bathroom door.

"Open damnit! OPEN!" Duo kicked the door in anger, grinning sadly when it creaked on its hinges and swung inwards.

"Don't hold what I'm about to do against me, you hear me?" he told the corpse, sniffing slightly.

The other two pilots sent worried glances to each other.

/Maybe this would send Duo over the edge/ Quatre thought grimly. /There's only one person that can keep him safe and sane, but this person's gone/

A splashing noise dragged him reluctantly from his thoughts. Duo was standing over the toilet flushing it vigorously, an expression of melancholy settled on his features.

"I'll miss you H-chan." He shook his head, "You were the best hamster anyone could ever have." He bowed his head respectfully, murmuring a short prayer for his beloved pet and then sauntered out the door with a renewed cheer. He headed straight for the kitchen, his voice floating out behind him.

"Where's the waffles Quatre?"

"Well that was short-lived," Wufei commented. "I'm just surprised that the rat lived so long, this place is a death-trap." He ran his eyes over the shabby interiors of the house that the three of them used as a base. Quatre nodded dazedly.

"I suppose… we could go to… I'll work it out… yeah, we should…" The blond Arabian walked out of the room taking the same path Duo had moments earlier, still mumbling to himself.

The Chinese pilot threw his hands up in despair.

"Am I the only one who isn't delusional!? Why am I working with these amateurs?"

He stormed out of the bathroom and up the stairs, his voice becoming more heated with each step.

"A hamsters funeral? Absurd!"

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So should I continue, yay or nay? There will be Relena bashing and it will be pure waffle and illogical plots with badly phrased lemons that were written in the middle of maths class with the teacher walking up and down. ^_^'