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Deities of Death
Duo kept up a steady stream of commentary as the two Oz soldiers dragged him down the hall. In a bout of bad luck, he had caught a bullet to the upper leg. Nothing life threatening, it wasn't that bad. It was however enough to slow him down considerably.
Likewise, the ability to become more or less invisible wouldn't do the meta a bit of good if he left a trail of blood behind him. To be honest, Duo had always been a bit puzzled by that quirk. The changes in his skin pigmentation were supposed to be biological in nature. So why did his clothes shift too? He supposed he would never know. All that really mattered was that they did.
So, the pilot had allowed himself to be captured. It was a calculated risk really. He doubted they would try to kill him immediately. He would just allow himself to heal up a bit, which would not take nearly as long as Oz thought. Then he would be on his merry way.
"Ow," Duo objected as a bad step jarred his injured leg. "Would it kill you guys to be a bit more gentle?" He was rewarded by the faint tick in one soldier's jaw. Oh yeah, he still had it.
The pilot was pulled through the door and forced to his knees. "Yo Teirze," he greeted cheerfully recognizing the other's distinctive boots. "Long time no see." Duo looked up, blowing a bit of stray hair out of his eyes. "Sorry about that base, it was an accident I swear." The timer had gone off thirty seconds early, that was the accident. "I'll try to do better next . . ."
Tanned features went dead white, his voice trailing off as one of the room's other occupants turned around, revealing all too familiar features. "Reis," the brunette whispered purple eyes widening in horror. He took a moment to wish his eyes were a different color. Blue, brown, anything but the damning violet.
Slowly, the white-haired man smirked. It was not a nice expression. He took a single step forward, gaze roaming over his creation. One of the ten left. Noting the changes the passing of years had wrought. "Shinigami," he drawled out the single word.
A thousand thoughts flew through the meta's mind at that moment. However, very few of them had to do with himself. Just because he and his siblings were apart physically didn't mean they were out of contact. Between the two of them, Celesta and Freya had set up a chat-room not even 01 could hack. He had seen Pluto face to face not a month ago.
He just knew too much, Duo thought with despair. Knew Mara had decided to become a veterinarian, aiding the animals whose pain she felt so keenly. That Azreal was studying at a Shaolin temple near a prominent school their youngest sister was attending. Or the fact Osiris was occupying himself by smuggling much needed supplies to the colonies. And so much more. Names. Places.
Shinigami wasn't suicidal. He loved living; he loved life. But at the same time he knew he could not allow the information he held to fall into Reis' hands. And the teen wasn't foolish enough to believe he could never be broken.
The deceptively slender frame twisted, using inhuman strength to wrench himself out of the soldiers' grips. One hand grabbing a pistol off the right man's belt as he did so, wrapping his good leg around the man's knees in order to knock him over.
Chaos. That was a good word to describe the state of the room as everyone scrambled to get out of the line of fire. They needn't have worried though. It wasn't Reis the gun was aimed at, or even the Commander of Oz.
Instead, Duo turned the weapon on himself. Jamming it under his chin and closing his eyes. "Sorry," he whispered. Both to his family and the other pilots. Then, he pulled the trigger.
Click. The pilot paused, purple eyes flying back open in disbelief. Click? It wasn't loaded? How could it not be loaded? That was his last conscious thought before the butt of a rifle slammed into the back of his head. Duo didn't even feel himself hit the ground.