Wufei slumped in his cell, all hope lost. Sloe eyes were closed against the world, trying to forget. The memories of chasing Quatre through the house with a water gun on a hot summer day, of playing chess with Trowa and actually losing, of hacking into the mainframe of OZ with Heero, and laughing at their futile attempts to figure out who had done it, of lying naked in his bed with Duo snuggled up against him, all burned themselves into his soul. His eyes filled with tears as he tried to get rid of the memories because of the pain. Zechs hadn't been in to see Wufei for several days, and for that he was grateful. He had absolutely no idea what they planned on doing to him, but he didn't care anymore. He would never see Duo again, so it didn't matter.
The door cracked open slowly, but Wufei refused to look up. "Go away, Zechs. I'm not in the mood," he croaked, his voice harsh with lack of water.
"Wufei! It's me, Quatre!" The blond stepped in and closed the door quietly behind him.
"Q? Q!" Wufei forced his head up to look at the blond. "Quatre, I never thought I'd see you again. What are you doing here?"
A small, ironic smile crossed Quatre's face. "I'm here to give you this." From behind his back, he removed Duo's braid. He dropped it onto the floor. "They're all dead, Wufei."
"What...what, no! No, they can't be dead. There...there must be some mistake...how...how do you know they're dead?" Wufei's voice was desperate.
"Because, Chang Wufei, I killed them."
"You...you what?"
"I killed them. Shot each and every one of them between the eyes. All for love."
"Who's love?"
"Zechs' love."
Slowly, Wufei lowered his head, his eyes glazing over. Those dead eyes closed in lost hope.
Quatre smiled and stepped back as the door opened. From behind him, he heard the sound of a gun being fired. His mouth curled up slightly at the explosion of Wufei's blood on the back wall. "Beautiful shot, my love."
"Yes, I thought so." Zechs wrapped his arms around Quatre from behind, dropping his gun on the floor. "How have you been, my love?"
"Wonderful, but better now that I'm with you."
"And I the same." Zechs turned Quatre around to face him, sliding his hands into his back pockets.
"So...shall we stay here, or go upstairs?"
"Hm. How about both?" Quatre kissed Zechs deeply, rubbing up against him.
Zechs smiled and pulled Quatre's gun from his back pocket. "Let's get rid of this." He pulled back and shot Quatre on the side of the head. The blond fell to the floor, twitching slightly.
"Zechs...I love you..." he whispered through the pain.
As aqua blue eyes glazed over, Zechs stepped beside his body. "I know."