Heero say busily, annoyed, at his lap top. Between Quatre's whining, Duo's screaming and Wufei's ranting on about justice, Heero was ready to shoot himself. Trowa had saved him by taking the three out to do something, so they had left Heero all by himself with his beloved best-friend, the laptop. Heero smiled as he realised the touble Trowa was probably in, oh well, it couldn't be helped. There was something about Duo that annoyed Heero. Something at the back of his mind. Something Duo had said.
"I may run and hide, but I never tell a lie."
So? Why did that bother Heero so much? There was something else... What was it?
So the stupid American had chosen a nickname for himself in battle, unless--
"...but I never tell a lie."
Could that stupid rambling American actually be Death? Could he actually be telling the truth? But Duo was so friendly. True, but then again it's just a mask to hide his true emotions. Who said Death had to be evil and uncaring? Isn't the devil supposedly sly? Then couldn't Death be? Heero had some questions to ask Duo when he got home.
"...I never tell a lie."
Trowa was amazed at how fast the group had calm down after giving Duo a Fun-Dip. The american had plopped down on a bench and occupied himself with it. Wufei had sat in a tree, watching the springy American with hawk-eyes. And then Trowa and Quatre quietly talked. When Duo was finished stuffing his face, they all started home.
When they got in the door they saw Heero sitting at his laptop typing something. "Hey, Heero!" Duo yelled, a bundle of over-active happiness.
"Hn."
The pilots looked over his shoulder to see seach results for 'Death.' "Heero?" Duo asked and backed away, his blue-violet eyes hidden behind the brown bangs. Heero clicked the computer off.
"What the hell are you?" Heero asked, backing Duo into the corner.
"Oi, uh... Heero? What are you talking about?" Duo fidgeted, eyes down.
Heero grabbed Duo by the collar. "What the hell are you?!"
"Heero are you nuts?" Quatre put his hand on Heero's, but was pushed to the ground. "Heero?" Quatre asked, stunned.
"Stay back Quatre." Then he turned to Duo, lifted him up and threw him back first on the floor. "You may run and hide, but you never tell a lie. You claim to be Shinigami, the God of Death. If that's not enough, your thermal scythe never goes out. And how can your gundam and you sneak around so easily? Even if Deathscythe has a jammer pack, someone is bound to see it, yet no one ever does. And how come when I think about all this my mind gets foggy and confused? Duo, I know. So tell them. Tell the others." Trowa was staring warily at Heero, helping Quatre stand. Wufei was also giving Heero curious looks. They didn't believe him, it didn't matter.
"Heero, maybe you just need a rest..." Quatre started and promply stopped when Duo began to laugh.
"Heero, you have no clue in HELL what you're messing with." Duo laughed. Heero looked calmly down at the pale boy. "What? You're not going to shoot me?"
"It wouldn't help to shoot Death would it?" Duo sat up, eyes flashing.
"So you found me out. Yes, I'm death. You should be happy Heero... I've pulled strings for you. You didn't cheat Death. I protect you all." Duo laughed a sad laugh, the frowned, brow furrowed. "But now I have to kill you. You weren't suppose to find out." He huddled in the corner, hugging his knees. "I thought you all would be different from the others...I spared you. Maybe you would stay. But I'm a fool. Your souls will move on. You can't stand me, why stay when you could move on to happier places?" As Duo talked, he pulled out a scythe. The doors and windows slammed closed as the pilots realized their fate. Duo sighed. "Oh well. You were going to die tomorrow anyway."
"What?" Trowa asked looking somewhat bewildered. "Tomorrow you were all suppose to die on a mission. This makes it easier for me to go unnoticed. I promise quick slow deaths." Duo then sealed the pilots' fates.
"I am Shinigami."