Title: Heart of Red
Author: Deadtoast
Rating/ Warnings: R/ hints to 1+2, angst in an odd sense, death (of a suicidal nature)
A/N: Just a weird little ficlet, a little hard to understand, but work with me here.
Disclaimer: I don't own these chacaters.
Duo grinned ferally as he leaned against the cracking wall. His eyes darted quickly, scanning his surroundings. Hearing footsteps echo on the concrete floors, he shivered and pushed off the wall. Straightening his dingy black pinstripe suit over his gaunt frame, he lit a cigarette. Inhaling, his eyes half-closed with satisfaction.
"That shit'll kill ya."
The footsteps had stopped.
"Hello." His voice sounded gravelly. Duo coughed and looked into a pair of dark, gleaming eyes. He smiled languidly and looked up to the ceiling.
"And how have you been, our little tin soldier?" Had he been looking, he would have seen an eyebrow raise.
"Better than you, without you." Heero smiled snidely and thought he saw Duo twitch slightly.
Duo laughed darkly, bearing gleaming white teeth.
"How sweet."
Duo pushed a strand of dingy hair from his face to where it hung loosely in a pony tail. He coughed again, examining the small red flecks that spotted his hand. He shrugged and leveled a look at Heero.
"So, what made you come this time?"
Heero looked at the speckled hand hanging limply at Duo's side and gave Duo a questioning look.
"I've heard rumors."
"Oh? And what do these rumors say?" Duo titled his head, almost as if to mock Heero. Heero gave that snide little grin again.
"Nothing I didn't know already. That you're a whore. A junkie. A waste of space. But you knew all of that, didn't you?" Heero's eyes narrowed. He drew back slightly as Duo smiled, coming close.
"Then I have good news for you baby!" His eyes shone as he showed his teeth, stretching his lips across his face. He put his lips next to Heero's ear and whispered low.
"My sweet little boy..." He touched Heero's face. Drawing a hand away from his chest, he smiled softly. "So beautiful." Reaching up, he touched a finger on Heero's face, drawing a wet line on his cheek. Heero's eyes grew wide. He placed his palm on Duo's heart, drawing back a dark red hand. A gun lay on the floor where he had found Duo standing on his entrance.
Duo chuckled as a tear dropped on Heero's pale neck.
"Happy Birthday Heero, you're only wish."