Start Transmission: I AM GOD!
Heero watched Duo across the chessboard.
Heero: My my. You seem to have improved Duo, God of Death.
Duo: Yea well. I've been bored down in Hell all by myself. I thought I might improve on my chess skills to beat you O Lord of Heaven. And I'm pretty good now.
Heero: So you thought that you might join me for a game of chess.
Duo: Well, you see playing with mortal lives is always so much fun. And I knew you might want to be Death again. I still need bribes.
Heero grinned at Duo: I couldn't agree with you more. Checkmate.
Duo: DAMN!
Heero: Time to deal with that bet of yours.
Duo: sigh you get control of death for the next month.
Heero: Yes … and?
Duo: And you get my scythe.
Heero grinned: Now how's it feel to be like a mortal Duo?
Duo: Left out. A bit depressed and I want to kill you?
Heero: You ain't got no scythe.
Duo: Shaddup.
Duo flipped his braid and hit Heero in the face with it.
Heero: HOW DARE YOU HIT GOD! NOW SUFFER MY WRATH! I SMITE THEE!
Duo: Ahhh….
And they never saw the God of Death and Hell again.
End transmission
I discovered when I read this fanfic over. I SUCK LIKE HELL! But I'm only doing this chapter in dedication to my good friend Cherry, who wants me to continue this crappy fanfic. Enjoy?