A/N: Sorry it took me so long to update this. But I'll try to hurry with my others. But uh… I have many good-bye fics for my friends. Well… that's about all I have to say. Except a special shout out to a certain reviewer. Riverfox… here's the next chapter. Sorry it took so long. But your review in my Naruto fic made me laugh. Well… hope you enjoy it.

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Santacide
Chapter 3- Heero's Sacrifice

After five hours a yelling, crying, and letter writing, Duo finally calmed down enough to fall asleep. All the other pilots sat in the kitchen table. Quatre's eyes darted around the table. "We have to do something about this. Duo isn't himself. Ever since that day at the mall, he has yet to trip over nothing and it's unnatural. We must think of something to bring him out of this."

Trowa turned to look at Quatre. "I know what you're saying, but there's nothing we can do. The best medicine for this is time. He'll calm down sometime."

Wufei nodded. "Unless we can convince him there's not Santa Claus."

Quatre's eyes shot open. "Or, we can convince him that he didn't kill the real Santa Claus."

"And how are we gonna do that?"

"Have one of us dress like Santa can come down the chimney."

"And which one of us will do that?" Asked Heero.

"I say you."

"Why?"

"Because if you were a little more considerate, Duo wouldn't have been in the closet screaming. So to repent for that you're gonna dress up like Santa."

Trowa shrugged. "Sounds reasonable. The circus has a lot of costumes, I'll go borrow a Santa one for you."

"And I have to go down the chimney too?"

"I did say you had to, so yup!"

"Fine."

The next night, Duo was in the living room, still moping over what he thinks is the end of Christmas. Duo lets out a sigh. "I'm cold. I think I'll light a fire." As Duo turns on the gas for the fireplace, Wufei, Trowa, and Quatre walk in.

"How's everything going Maxwell?" Asks Wufei.

"Un…" Answers Duo.

"I'll take that as a fine."

"Okay… do what you want." Duo was about to throw the match in to light the fire, until he heard a rustle inside. "What's that?"

Within the chimney, Heero rolls his eyes, and yelled 'ho ho ho' many times down the chimney for Duo to hear. "Santa is that you?" And Heero just yelled even louder. Duo turned to the other pilots with a gleam in his eyes that's been absent since that awful day. "Hey… hey… it's Santa! He's alive! Why is he here?"

Quatre scooted forward. "Because I… I… wrote him a letter. Yea… I asked him to come visit us while you're awake to show you didn't kill Santa."

Duo's smile widened. "Thank you Quatre." He turned back to the fireplace, and started yelling up in it. "Santa. Are you okay. I can't see you."

"Ho ho ho!" Said Heero, as enthusiastically as he could, which wasn't much."

"What? How are you? Are you coming down okay? Man it's really dark." Duo really wanted to see Santa. He couldn't wait for the few minutes of him shimmying down the chimney. Then an idea hit him. Duo struck up another match, forgetting about the gas he just turned on a few minutes ago, and stuck it in the fireplace.

A big bwoosh went up the chimney, engulfing Heero in a blanket of flames. Heero grunted in pain, and quickly slid down the chimney into the living room with the gundam pilots staring at him with dropped jaws. Duo ran up to him. "OH MY GOD! THIS TIME I DID KILL THE REAL SANTA! OH NO! WHAT HAVE I DONE?" Heero was quickly rushed to the nearest hospital.

TBC