Drip Drip Drip

By Area-chan

Series- GW

Warnings- Dark, angst, deathfic. Yaoi, though you'll not find out the pairing until the end. But you don't have long to wait, it's quite short.

Duo ran the brush through his wet hair, tugging at it with a raw frustration as the long strands tangled and wound up in themselves.

He tried to distract himself by staring at the beautiful picture he made in the mirror; a finely toned, lean body with flawless features and the face of a cherub.

"My love, my darling one..."

The pain and rage flared up instantaneously upon remembering words written to him from that lying bastard who continued to plague his dreams with decietfully loving eyes. A searing pain flowered from his heart through to his belly, and tears pricked eyes the color of African violets as a throaty scream ripped itself from his lips. He threw the plastic brush across the hotel room violently, sending it smashing into a large decorative vase. Splinters and shards of glass exploded upon impact, twinkling in the soft lighting as they fell heavily to the floor.

Duo stared at the broken vase before flinging himself to his knees onto the tiled floor. His hands flew to his mouth and vainly tried to muffle more wordless screams.

Several minutes later, he allowed himself to collapse into an emotionally exhausted heap on the floor. He could taste blood from where his nails, which he had stopped caring for in his depression, had bitten into the soft flesh around his nose and lips. His vision was clouded by his tears and his throat felt raw and worn.

Breathing heavily, he tried to motivate himself to get up and tend to the glass on the floor, but all he could think about was how badly he wished to sleep.

Slightly averting his gaze upward allowed him to see the glittering effect the glass made from his current position. He forced himself to stand shakily, then bend over and carefully begin to pick up the small shards.

"Way to go, Maxwell. That thing probably costed a fortune, and who do you think the hotel will expect to replace it, genius?" As he silently berated himself for his recklessness, he slowly stopped paying attention to the current task of hand, and gasped in surprise more than pain when he felt the glass cut into his palm.

Red immediately blossomed across his clenched hand, thin lines flowing quickly from the wound.

The deep color held his gaze and he stood open-mouthed and stared at the blood that was now falling down onto the floor, drip drip dripping its way down to a slowly growing pool.

The gears of Duo Maxwell's brain, rusted from the dullness of his long growing emotional decline, begin to slowly turn as they fed off the macabre sight.

"I only want to sleep..."

Duo's eyes focused on one particularly large shard of glass, his inner turmoil instantly silenting as he realized his freedom from pain had finally been given to him.

He gingerly picked up the glass and leaned up against the headboard of the four post bed.

It was as though he was outside his body and watching himself as he slowly pressed the blade up from his forearm to his wrist. Blood began flowing far more swiftly than it had from the accidental cut, and Duo smiled as he sat on the bed and positioned himself so that his smiling face was laying serenly on the pillow, his bleeding arm thrown over the bed's edge. i

"Wufei...You'll never haunt my thoughts again..."

Duo allowed the quiet sound of his blood dripping onto the floor slowly lull him to sleep, a twisted lullaby to push him gently into Death's welcoming embrace.

"Drip....drip...drip..."

Owari