Warnings and Disclaimers: First of all Shin Kidousenki Gundamn Wing does not belong to me. *sobs* But I wish it did. Hey I wonder if they’ll take my little sister in return for the series. *shrugs* Also this story is a angst Shounen-ai. If you don’t know what that means read the first sentence and you’ll have a pretty good idea. You don’t like it, I don’t care. Leave I ain’t keeping you here.

Duo Maxwell walked silently through his room. He looked at the clothes thrown on to the bed and sighed, a small sad smile appearing on his tired features. He moved towards the clothes removing his priest’s uniform. Throwing the black garments on to the hard wooden floor.

He took hold of blue velvet shirt and looked at it. Then quickly put it on leaving his crucifix hanging on the outside. He took hold of the crucifix and looked at it. His mind racing back to better times when he lived with Father Maxwell and Sister Helen. He gripped the golden item tighter, wincing as the edges punctured his flesh. Watching the dark blood trail down his arm darkening his blue shirt. He looked down at the small droplets of blood which collide with the floor and splatter.

The pain continued to travel up his arm making him grit his small teeth. His blood beginning to cover the holy item. Tears of pain dripping on to his hand mingling with the blood turning it a lighter shade. Duo dropped the crucifix and felt as it hit his chest rhythmically. He wiped the tears off his face and reached for his black pants with his clean hand, putting them on.

As he finished lacing up his boot he noticed a dark red droplet run down his nose and hit to his boot. Duo stood up and looked at himself in the mirror. He smirked and continued to stare hypnotized by the image in the mirror. His hair in the perfect braid, dressed in blue velvet and loose fitting black pants which caress his black boots softly every time he stepped. A gold crucifix hanging over his chest, blood flowing carelessly over it, droplets of blood falling off the tip synchronized with the droplets dripping down his right hand’s fingertips.

Finally his face-the beautiful face of an angel as Sister Helen use to say-smeared with blood and tears. His violet eyes hidden under the dark hardening liquid on his face. His smirked grew larger and he began to laugh bitterly.

"It’s only fitting you look like this Duo Maxwell." He said acrimoniously. He sighed. "You deserve worse."

I walk into the safehouse and look around. It silent as usual. No sounds emanating from the living room, kitchen or, Duo’s room. I wonder if he’s asleep. He doesn’t sleep enough anymore. His demons mostly likely keep him awake in the middle of the night.

I walk over to his room and knock softly before entering. The room is dark and I strain my eyes as I look for his forlorn figure. He is not in bed or sitting by the windowsill like he sometimes likes to do. I step into the room and turn on the light surveying the area. He is no where to be found. Where could he have gone to? Could he have received a mission and left without telling me? I hope not, he’s in no condition to go on a mission. Physically and mentally he is unfit. I have already promised myself to take any mission issued to him from now on and accomplish it myself.

I continued to look around the room and notice the clothes thrown all over the room. I walk over to them and pick them up. His priest uniform? Could he be taking a shower? I strain my ears trying to hear for the sound of running water. Nothing. He must have left.

I walk over to the bed still looking at the clothes in my hands. I press the garments to my face inhaling his scent. This is as close as I will get to him so I memorize the scent and continue to walk towards the bed.

My foot steps on something slippery and I almost slip. I put the clothes down on the bed then look down. My eyes widen and pain shots through my body. Blood; blood on the floor. My eyes follow the droplets towards the mirror and I look up.

My stomach begins to churns. Dark swirls, palm prints, and crucifixes have been painted onto the glass with blood. Words written on the sides which make no sense.

Pain, emptiness, hate, death, murder, unholy, evil, Hell, damnation, despised, eternal, dirty, unforgivable, unholy love, Heero.

My eyes scan over the words continuously. Stopping over my name for a moment before going over the words again. The words are written in English lettering but my name is in Japanese along with a few other words.

Htiotsu, hitori, yui, Shinigami, shinu, namida, kaijuu

"Oh Duo." The words come out in the form a sigh. The pain in my chest intensifying by each passing moment. The words running through my mind. "Is that what is running through your mind."

Hitori Do you really think you’re alone? Shinu Do you want to die? Kaijuu Do you believe you’re a monster? All those words running through your mind. So many beliefs that are incorrect. Duo no baka. You don’t know how wrong you are.

TBC