Summary: Quatre has been killed. You won't believe who killed him…. Quatre's death leads to suicidal responses…BEWARE! SONG FIC! DEATH FIC! SUICIDE FIC!VERY SAD! 1x2 5x? 3x4

Disclaimer: I own not this fate. I found the series a bit too late.

Pairings: 3x4 1x2 5x?

Songfic! Hello by Evanescence.

Meh: Try to guess who killed the Winner!

"who talks"

'Who thinks'

What sings

what is a Flash back

What's in a flashback Aqua Eyes

'I could never let anyone have you.'

My thoughts wandered around as I made my way through the hustling and bustling crowd.

'I could never ever share you….'

Then the rainstorm came. Everyone produced an umbrella while I was left getting soaked to the bone.

'My dearest Quatre…'

Luckly no one could see my tears behind the rain. My train of thought about my little one caused me to knock down anyone with platinum blonde hair. I never gave a sorry too.

People grew angry. I could tell. Some unlucky blokes fell in mud.

I paused in front of a scene at the playground. As I continued to stare at the park where me and my koi used to play, the memories came flooding back, along with a song….

-playground school bell rings... again-

(flash back)

A young teen and his koi sat peacefully under a sakura tree. The older of the two read a book, while the younger slept quietly on his lap. The cherry blossoms were falling with grace. Signaling the coming of winter. A few petals had landed on their faces but neither seemed to mind. They just went on doing their business. Then the younger, who had beautiful platinum blonde hair and stunning aqua blue eyes awoke from his peaceful slumber. He slyly flicked his lover on nose. The older retaliated and put his book down. Then started to tickle the blonde. He got up and ran away with the other not far behind. The older eventually caught up, and tackled his love. After awhile of laughing and payback the two stopped to admire the sunset. Of which was made up of oranges and yellows and reds. They observed the sun til it was just a glimmer of crimson in the horizon. A brief moment passed and then they shared a well-deserved kiss.

(end of flashback)

I looked up towards the pelting rain. It was very cold and if I didn't find refuge soon I would surely catch hypothermia.

Not that it mattered.

-rain clouds come to play again-

I noticed the red of the big top. The circus.

Not wanting to alarm anyone I snuck in through the balcony leading to the tight rope. From their I went to my sister's trailer.

If I was going to be gone I should leave a note. Grabbing a piece of blank stationary and a red ball point pen, I quickly jotted down a note.

Dear Cathy,

I have to go somewhere far, far, far away. I'll try to come back sometime soon.

Sincerely,

03

I sat back and proofread my little note. Since I was still pretty wet from outside, the water mixed with the red ink making it look like the note was written in blood.

Perfect.

I slipped out and went to the house I used to share with my love.

-has no one told you he's not breathing?
hello i'm your mind giving you someone to talk to-

When I touched the white-washed French doors I whipped out my key to the home. My key to the Winner Mansion.

As I walked in I imagined him greeting me.

-Hello-

Or at least someone greeting me. But of course no one else could.

Only he could greet me.

'I love him…'

I decided that all of today's events was wearing me out. So I thought I should take a nap.

In our room.

As I climbed up the steps, grasping onto the railing for stability. But when I reached the second floor I noticed the mirror Duo had bought us a few days ago. That was Quatre's favorite mirror.

But something was wrong with it.

I looked to see, in my horror, him.

Those Platinum blonde locks, those stunning aquamarine blue eyes. And espescially that kind, warming smile that I always found so inviting.

-if i smile and don't believe-

I rubbed my eyes in disbelief. What was HE doing in that mirror!

He just stood smiling back, like the angel I took him as.

My mind took a u-turn.

Next thing you know, his reflection was in pieces. Or rather mine now. He fled the mirror.

Or was I just seeing things?

I shook the thought off and went to the bedroom. Legs giving out, I collapsed on the bed. Half of the bed smelled of my cologne, the other half , his.

-soon i know i'll wake from this dream-

I drew in the scent like I was smelling my favorite flowers.

A new time from the first time we fell in love….

(flash back)

"Quatre where are you?" "Over here hun." A tall one with unique hair made his way over the the smaller's office. "Come on. Let's do something fun koi." "You wait! I have work to do!" The taller pouted and the smaller laughed warmly. "Just wait for a bit 'kay?" The taller nodded, happy that his 'tactic' worked. While waiting he began to nuzzle the smaller's hair. "Hey..."

(end of flash back)

I jolted awake. Then I got on my feet and left the room.

-don't try to fix me i'm not broken-

I kept my line of gaze far from the shattered mirror as I came down the stairs.

I would not be seeing him again.

-hello i'm the lie living for you so you can hide-

I hope the house would be done burning by sunrise.

Lost in my mind , I took a trip to the Yuy-Maxwell residence. Yes, many had doubted their relationship to last 1 week, but it's been over 2 years now.

The shrill ring of the doorbell could be heard faintly.

A disheveled Heero Yuy answered it's call.

His eyes were reddened and his hair was ruffled like he had ran his hand throught it many times.

-don't cry-

"T-Trowa…."

His stuttering did not go unnoticed.

"Heero…How is Duo?"

"H-He's taking it p-pretty h-hard."

The former Perfect Soldier had softened over the years. Crying was definetly something new for him. He sounded like he was going to break down any minute.

"May I come in?"

His eyes widened and then he gave a small smile.

"Of course."

His house wasn't as big as the one I shared with my koi, but it was fair sized.

I could hear someone's sobbing flow through the entire house.

Heero led me to his bed room, where a just as disheveled Duo Maxwell sat, curled up into a ball, sobs wracking his entire body.

I sat next to him on the bed and tried to calm him down. He looked up at me. His condition looked worse than Heero's.

Duo's braid was messy and distraught, like he was struggling while someone rebraided it. His eyes were a dull purple but the tears he had in them gave them some clarity. And the entire room smelled of saltine.

"T-T-Trowa…."

I nodded.

He welled up with tears and began to cry onto a nearby pillow.

"I-I-I'm so s-s-s-orry!"

My eyebrows furrowed.

"What are you talking about?"

He continued the waterworks.

"I-I-If I had just been there, m-maybe Q-Quatre would still be…" His sentence was interuppted by a sudden burst of tears.

I stood up, and nodded my head to Heero, to acknowledge my leave. And then I left.

Too…Much..Guilt…

I smuggled out of their home a few pieces of paper and a red pen. I wrote a solemn, demure, letter.

As soon as I was finished and I had tucked the letter in a visible but somewhat hidden crevice, I pulled out a gun. This gun will save me. And I will see that smile.

-suddenly i know i'm not sleeping
hello i'm still here
all that's left of yesterday-

Duo's hands shook as he read the headlines on the newspaper.

'Teen Found Dead In Oakridge Bay Park'

Duo read on…..

Today at 6:00 A.M., a body was found in Oakridge Bay Park. Three joggers found the body while jogging and immediatley alerted the police. The obvious cause of death was gunshot wound to the head. The measurements's from the coroner's office are, 17 to 18 year old male, with brown hair and green eyes.Blood type AB, height is around 6'5" and approximate weight is 101 lbs. The mysterious male was later identified as the ex-Gundam Pilot Trowa Barton. The police have ruled the case a suicide. The bullet was shot at point blank range, the bullet ripping through the skull in one way and out the other. They believe the time of death was about 10:30 P.M.

Duo could read no more. Heero had read the paper already and no wonder he went up to the bedroom crying. Duo fought back some tears. His best buddy…dead.

He had lost one but now he has lost another.

"No…Not….Again.."

The young teen couldn't help but cry.

A voice mail was left on his cellphone.

It was from Iria.

Duo, the funeral is tomorrow. For both of them.

(Owari)

AIYAH! THAT WAS SoOOO SAD! –cries river-

Please review. Maybe I'll feel better,

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