This is a fic I wrote one night after Lory and I were working on a story over the phone. I got the idea to write it when I couldn't get to sleep and I was working on an idea for another story. I had originally planned on it being a fic on it's own, but I might write a prologue or something to it. Haven't made up my mind yet.
The whole premise to this thing is that Duo always has been the God of Death. He has to change lives numerous times to hide who he is. This is just the end of one of those lives...
Oh yeah, this doesn't have a title yet.
"Hey Duo. Look. It's your past."
Her words hung in the air and seemed to echo endlessly. From where he lay, cuffed and beaten in the corner of the cell, he could only watch as his past burned away. Right before his eyes. She held his braid in one hand and a lighter in the other.
"First strand is Solo. The second is the Maxwell church. And third is all those who you've come to know and love. Your gundam, your fellow pilots, everyone."
She flicked on the lighter and held it under the braid. The hair went up immediately. He looked on in horror as, in a mere instant, his whole past went up in smoke. Duo growled. Cutting off his hair, his past, was one thing. Burning it in front of him was another.
But that's not why it hurt so much.
What hurt is how she did it. Her and her false promises. He should have known better. If his hands weren't cuffed behind him he would have to hit himself for his own stupidity. She knew how much that braid meant to him. And she was determined to take that from him.
"If you cut it off, I'll let you see them. Three hours, unmonitored. I promise."
Foolish him had believed her. He took her scissors, and rather than taking the opportunity to kill her, he gave in and did as she said. And he did it for nothing. She kept her promise, but not in the way he thought he had agreed to. He got to see them. For the three hours that she had promised him he saw them. Their bodies lay in a row against the wall where the guards left them. So much for three hours of planning an escape for the 5 of them. Once again he was alone. Their eyes seemed to gaze at him accusingly. It was his fault they were captured. He knew that. But still, their eyes burned into him.
The guards took the bodies away exactly three hours after they were brought in. Now Duo just lay in the corner of the cell. He still couldn't really accept their deaths. Heero, always so strong. No way was he dead. Wufei still had fights to win in the name of justice. Trowa, the silent one. He had always seemed to watch over them all. Surely he wasn't going to stop now. And Quatre, always so cheerful. He could make any dreary situation seem brighter. Where was his sunshine smile now?
It kinda figured it would all end like this. Not that he really expected the others would go before him. But that it would all end and he would be alone again. He had hoped however, that it would last just a little longer. When he was dropped into this life he thought that things would be different. He even allowed himself to get close to others. He honestly felt this was the last time.
Unfortunately the fates denied him that. He would never be able to escape this curse.
The door to the cell opened. She stepped in.
"Hello, Duo. Ready to play some more?"
Shinigami grinned. Well, if he was cursed to be the God of Death, then he was going to live up to the name. If he was going to Hell, she would go with him and all the other souls he'd taken. The only difference was to him, this time he would be taking the devil herself.