The sun shone through the window, waking Heero rather unpleasantly. He rolled out of bed, rubbing his eyes on his way to the bathroom. Splashing cold water on his face, he bit back a yelp at the frigid water. After drying his face with a thick cotton towel, he returned to the bedroom.

"Now...where did I put my gun?" he though to himself. Opening the drawer of the bedside table, he was surprised to find a picture. Pulling it out, he inspected the image. It was Quatre snuggled close to Zechs, smiling happily.

His hand fell to his side as it all made sense. Dark, angry blue eyes looked at Quatre, who was lying in the bed, legs spread, with a gun nestled between his legs. "Good morning, Heero."

"You. It was you who betrayed us."

"You're astoundingly quick on the pick-up, Heero; I'm very impressed."

"Why would you do such a thing? What could ever inspire you to betray and kill your fellow soldiers?!" His eyes were narrowed in disgust.

"Love."

"Love? Bullshit. You are not capable of love, you sick, twisted bastard!" Quiet though his voice was, bitterness laced every word.

"You may not think so, but I am. I love Zechs more than I have ever loved anyone."

"What happened? Tell me what happened."

"Well, I told Trowa that Duo had done it, so Trowa went to Duo. That night..."

Duo walked into the kitchen, where Quatre sat the table. Lying on the table in front of him was Trowa's .38 caliber hand gun. Anger filled Duo's violet eyes. "Why did you tell Trowa that I betrayed Wufei?"

"I never specifically told Trowa anything, Duo. I only planted the seed of suspicion, not to mention a picture." The blond smiled confidently, leaning back in the chair. One hand rested on the gun.

"What did you tell him?" Duo took a step into the kitchen, towards the table.

"I told him that someone mentioned seeing Zechs with a man with a long brown braid, and calling that man Zechs. Whether or not it's true is up for debate."

"I would never betray Wufei! You know that! I love Wufei more than life itself! I would die for Wufei!" His body sagged sadly.

"You would? Really?"

"Yes!"

"Hmm. Interesting. Trowa still thinks you did it, regardless of whatever you may tell him."

"But...but...I didn't do it!" Fear and anger filled his eyes.

He lifted his .38 caliber handgun, pointing it between violet eyes. "I know." He pulled the trigger.

Heero stared at Quatre, mortified. "You..."

"Yes, me. Try and formulate a whole sentence, Heero, difficult though it may be for you." Quatre smiled and stroked the gun between his legs.

"You lied to Trowa, the man you claim to love."

"Exactly. The man I claim to love. I never loved Trowa, never have loved Trowa. I love Zechs, and no one else."

"What about Trowa? What happened when you killed him?"

Quatre chuckled, deep in his throat.

Quatre sat on Trowa's bed, waiting for him. He knew that Trowa would be coming into his room shortly, and it brought a grin to his face. Trowa opened the door, his face a stony mask. "Quatre, what is this?" He held up the letter Heero had read aloud.

"Oh, that? It's a letter Heero found on the kitchen table, and since it was on the kitchen table and opened, it was up for grabs."

"Why does it have my name on it?"

"Because I put it there."

"What makes you think that I would...no! I did not betray Wufei!" Trowa protested angrily.

Quatre drew a .38 caliber hand gun and pointed it between two bright green eyes. "I know." He pulled the trigger.

"I cannot believe you would do such a thing, Quatre. The five of us were best friends. We fought together, we killed together. Now you're killing us? I always thought you were an honorable person, like Wufei, but I guess I was wrong." Heero shook his head sadly.

"I guess so." Quatre smiled slightly.

"You are a horrible person, Quatre Reberba Winner."

Quatre lifted the gun from his lap and pointed it at Heero's forehead. "I know."