Duo looked out the window. It was cloudy and dark. Hell he was in a dark mood. �Why did I have to start thinking about my past.� �All who I care for now are dead. I never did care for my �friends�. ~Just to protect them~ His inner voice said softly but Duo just pushed it into the back of his mind.
 Getting up he grabbed his leather jacket and left his room. On the way downstairs he saw Quatre and Quatre stopped. �Is everything alright Duo?�
 Duo flashed a grin, �I�m ok buddy! I�m gonna go out and well...I dunno! Have some fun or somethin�.� He said and bounced out the door. Quatre couldn�t help but feel worried, he had this nagging feeling that he should follow him.

* * *
 Around 9P.M. Duo was sitting in a bar. He paid for a couple beers, shot glasses, and a bottle of Vodka. He was drunk, yeah.

///All I need is a bottle,
And I don�t need no friends no...///

 After cursing the bar tender out he found himself in an alleyway. �FUCK YOU  TOO!� He yelled. Duo held his head. He tried to see what time it was but he couldn�t read his watch clearly. So he just kept on walking.

///Wallow in my pain,
I swallow as I pretend...///

 Duo started to think about his life. �All I�ve ever done is steal, kill, and get drunk.� He thought wryly. �I�ve killed so many people and hurt so many that aren�t even dead. Why couldn�t I just die during the war? Why couldn�t the flames that consumed my home do that to me? Why do I have to wear this jester mask?� All those questions he didn�t know the anwsers to.

///as I pretend...
to act like I�m happy...
As I drink till know one knows///
 Duo finished the bottle he was carrying and threw it, shattering the glass. He could smell smoke around him, the cool night�s air, The garbage and rats could be seen. �Where I belong.� He murmured.

///I�m losing all my friends...
I�m losing in the end...///

 His thoughts started to back to death. Maybe he could end it himself. Maybe...

 �What do we have here?� A voice said dripping with sarcasm. Guys around him started to chuckle. �Look at the girl. She seems lost.� Another teased.
 Duo stopped in his tracks. �One I�m not lost. Two I�m not a girl. Three go to hell.� He started to walk again his hand in his knife just in case the tried something.
 The gang surrounded him, �A boy, eh? Even better.� The guys was big, ugly, and downright dumb. Duo could handle them easy...just one problem... He was slammed against the wall his hands behind his back. The alcohol in his system and the wanting to die didn�t help.
 �We�re gonna break this pretty little boy.� The guy leaned in closer sending shivers down his spine. �I�m gonna put my cock in you and rape you to a bloody pulp. I�ll make it so you can never fuck another person for as long as you live. Which wont be long.� He whispered.
///She says, �Behave little boy.
You better sit back down till you
hold your ground.�///
 

 The violet eyes clouded over, his skin pale. No emotion what so ever past over his face as a very huge dick plunged into him without any lube or anything. The constant ramming into him without mercy. Then his Shinigami instincts kicked in. Fire was in his eyes not replacing the cold look before.
 Kill, then kill, then go get drunk was his agenda. Duo pushed away and somehow got away from the  guys grip. Pulling his black pants up whipped out his knife.
 Slash.
 Scream.
 Stab.
 Screams.
 Kill.

 The guys were dead, he took their money, and left them to get eaten by rats. Duo felt hollow. No one can save me from my pain.
* * *
 Back at Quatre�s house he started to pace around the kitchen. �Quatre what�s wrong?� Trowa asked his lover. Quatre hadn�t been at ease since that morning and he needed to figure out why.
 �I�m worried about Duo.� He confessed. At that moment Heero and WuFei decided to come in.
 �What about Maxwell?� WuFei�s arms were crossed and he leaned against a nearby wall.
 �I�m really worried about him. I haven�t seen him since this morning and I had a really bad feeling.� Quatre bit on his bottom lip. �I don�t know why I didn�t tell anyone. Maybe he�s ok.�
 Just then the door busted open and Duo came in almost tripping on the rug. �opps!� He laughed hysterically.

///When I�m sober that bores me,
so I get drunk again, yeah...
I�m losing al my friends,
I�m losing in the end and she says...///
 

 They all looked at him quizzically. �See the baka is fine. A little drunk but fine.� They watched as hr practically fell over about fifty times. When he stopped the looked to see if he was alright. He made a incoherent sound then a snicker and lastly he started laughing. Duo made a peace sign and skipped off.
 �Guys, something is wrong. I can feel it.�
* * *
///Behave little boy,
you better sit back down till
you hold your ground.
Its your turn to learn to fight,
you better sit back till you hold your ground.///

 Duo was in his room a knife in hand. �I can�t think straight but I know what to do.� He took the knife and ran it quickly across his wrist. �No one can help me anymore.� He ran it over his other wrist.
///I�m on a binge . I wish things would change,
Wish they would rearrange, I an on a binge.///

 �I�m gonna miss them. I�m gonna miss them a lot especially Heero,...�  At that moment Heero decided to burst through the door and froze. The only thing that could go through his mind was Duo and the blood.
 Duo was slumped on the ground. He cracked open a violet eye, �Bye Heero.�
~OWARI~

1. not my best work! But I just had to put something to this poem! Its my friends poem but I can�t say who! sorry >.<*
2. Should I write a sequel? Hmm? Maybe?

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