Sheira: Yay yer in for a treat! Lookie Lookie! It's one of Sheira's rare dark fics! And one warning..D.A.R.K My dark and twisted side took over and I wrote this cheery little bit. So I'm warning you now, it's angst-ridden, dark and altogether evil.

Buuuuut never fear I ::::following words are masked by loudly running water::: Did ya hear me? I'm gonna ::::car races past drowning out Sheira's words::: Duo

no baka! Stop playing with that sound effects CD!! :::glares:::

Duo: :::grins:: Hmph! Serves you right for...hgn! :::glares at Sheira and spits out the braid shoved in his mouth.

Sheira: No spoilers! :::grins and hides from ticked-off ML, but continues with her suicidal teasing:::

heheh yer prolly wondering why I'm being an idiot and doing all this and I'll tell ya. :::closes one eye and wags the 'no-no' finger:: Sore wa Himitsu Desu!

:::giggles::: Can ya tell I like Xellos? Well have fun while I consult the happy Mazoku, you can blame him!

He's the one who was leaning over my shoulder and whispering in my ear!

Chibi-Xellos: ::pouts while floating in mid-air::: Sheira-chan you're so meeeeeaaannnn

Sheira: ::sweatdrops::: Um.two additional warnings, um OOC? I'm not sure if it would be, considering this story takes place like five years after the end of

Gundam W so...who's to say how much Heero and Duo have changed, ne? And also, a warning for language.

There are some bad words ahead so don't read if you don't like 'em. K? Also, duh, it's yaoi, what a shocker ne? So don't read if yer under 18, don't sure

cuz I don't own Gundam W Yadda, yadda and the rest of all the lovely disclaimers stuff. But instead of reading my inane rambling, go read the fic!

Broken..? by Sheira

Three years. I toss the shot of whiskey back and barely even wince as it burns a trail down my throat. Here's looking at you, koi. I look across the room at where Heero is typing up some stupid report. Do you even remember what today is? I doubt it, after all, what's another anniversary? After over three years of peace, you'd think that Heero would loosen up, drop the cold face act. But he hasn't, he's still as cold as he was three years ago. Maybe I once thought I could change that, that I could help him discover his humanity again. What a fool I was. He's not /capable/ of anything else. He's simply a soulless vessel that's waiting to die. And he's made me one too, I guess you could say he's sucked the life out of me. I smile bitterly as I down another shot. Now we're just empty people, empty, broken people. The thought that I've come to this is enough to make me cry, if I was capable of that. But I'm not, not anymore.

~~ I thought I saw a man bought to life
He was warm he came around like he was dignified
He showed me what it was to cry ~~

I'm a fool, I know that. Despite everything, all that I've been through. All the heartbreak he's caused me, I still love the bastard; and I hate myself for doing that. At first, I was willing to stick it out in hopes that he'd come around, that he could catch a clue and see that I was head over heels in love with him.

But he never did, even when we make love, he's silent. Never whispers sweet nothings in my ears, nothing. He is completely silent. And I don't mean he doesn't talk, he's /silent/, never makes any noise whatsoever. He's silent and he stares straight at me with this intense look in his eyes.

I think it's hate, he hates me, either that or he hates touching me. At least that would be something, it would be some emotion from him. Sure, I've seen him display emotion before, but never to me, never anything tangible. Maybe all I am to him is an easy lay. That may be the extent of our relationship, I'm nothing but Heero's fuckbunny [1]

~~ You couldn't be that man I adored
You don't seem to know, seem to care what your heart
is for ~~

Heero finishes his report and shuts down his computer. He looks at me and I smile at him. Well as close to a smile as I can manage these days. From the kitchen of our small apartment, the timer for the oven goes off and Heero walks past me silently and tends to dinner.

I continue to sit at the bar that serves as our table and watch him as he efficiently moves around the kitchen. I'll admit, I love watching him. I get a real kick out of watching the muscles of his shoulders play beneath the thin cotton shirt he wears as he pulls dinner out of the oven. And those pants, I swear he wears them tight like that just so I can drool over that beautiful ass of his in public where I'm not allowed to show my 'appreciation' of his body.

That's another thing that bugs me; we're not open about our relationship. You'd think that after three years, Heero would be used to the idea of us, but he's not. I'm not allowed to hug him, or kiss him when we're out in public. And when we're with Quatre, Trowa or Wufei, if I kiss him, he doesn't respond or he shrugs off my arm from around his shoulders. They're our friends, yet Heero won't even be open about our relationship in front of them!

Is he ashamed of us? Is that the problem? I scowl and pour myself another drink, that'd make it what? Five…six? We eat dinner in silence and I putter around in the kitchen cleaning up. While I clean, I down another shot, I'm now feeling pretty warm and fuzzy. It's kind of like a fake happiness, but like real happiness, it will leave soon enough. I wipe down the counters and Heero comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. He nuzzles my shoulders and nips at the side of my throat a little too hard. I shudder as Heero then nuzzles the small red mark he left in on my throat.

"Come to bed, Duo." Heero whispers as he nibbles along my jaw; his hands lightly playing over my mid-section.

"I still have to clean up.." Heero nips my ear hard and I yelp.

"Come to bed." There is steel in Heero' voice as he covers my hand that is clutching the towel. I close my eyes as a combination of anticipation and fear washes over me. Heero is not the gentlest of lovers. I sometimes have scratches from where his nails dig into my flesh, and bruises from his teeth. But then I can be just as rough as him as well, and he too hasn't escaped unscathed either. The sad thing is, I like it. Maybe because in our love play, I can exercise some of the anger I have inside me. Maybe that's why Heero can be so rough sometimes, he's expressing his anger at me. It doesn't matter really, not anymore. I don't protest as Heero leads me into the bedroom and kisses me roughly; nor to I complain when his grip tightens a little bit too hard. But suddenly he gentles his kisses and looks at me with an almost tender look in his eyes.

"I lo...love it when you’re in a playful mood Heero." I am horrified, I almost blurted It out. What an idiot! I don't even want to think about how Heero would react if I were to do something so stupid as to blurting "I love you" out. He obviously hasn't even gotten used to the idea of us being lovers and we've been together for three years! He would probably panic or leave in disgust if I told him I loved him. Either way, I'd probably lose him. Heero smirks at me and I actually smirk back. While I may not be experiencing the higher emotional levels of our relationship, I sure do love our physical relationship. Even if that's all there is to us, I intend to enjoy it to its fullest, and maybe that will be enough..

~~ Well I don't know him anymore
There's nothing where he used to lie ~~

Afterwards we lay together. Surprisingly, Heero has not left the bed and gone to do something more 'important' or fallen asleep like he usually does... Instead he's actually holding me and I'd be lying if I said I'm not enjoying this little break from his normal behavior. He's actually acting /considerate/ and nice. It makes me wonder if he's up to something. I turn around in Heero's arms and cushion my head against his chest. He shifts and lies on his back and I snuggle up against his side. I lay my hand over his heart and feel the steady beat against my palm. Heero covers my hand with his and I look up at him. He's got his eyes closed and his face is relaxed and free of its usual grim look. If only we could always be like this, then maybe life might actually be bearable. But it's not, and now all I really want is release. To fall asleep and never wake up, to live in a world of dreams where Heero is a loving and considerate mate. Yeah that'd be a nice place to live. And there, the real world wouldn't intrude, but I know that will never happen.

When I do die, I know I'll never go to such a nice place, I'm going to Hell. I damned my soul to Hell a long time ago and to be honest I'm not afraid of it. Let’s face it, what's an eternity of fire and pain compared to living with the man I love, who obviously cares nothing for me? Living with the knowledge that if I were to die, Heero would not mourn me. He'd simply find someone else to warm his bed. Hell or being Heero's slut. Such nice choices ne? I chuckle self-derisively and Heero shifts and cracks open one burning, bright eye. His brilliant eyes open and he looks down at me quizzically. He looks at me for a long time and I simply stare at him; my face blank.

"Duo, daijoubu desu ka?"

"Yeah." I reply and Heero closes his eyes once again; apparently satisfied with my answer. That's another thing about our relationship I don't like. We don't really talk. I mean, sure we converse, but we don't /talk/. I know Heero isn't much of a talker, but sometimes I wish he would open up a little bit and let me see what lies beneath the surface. Would that be too much to ask for? To actually get to know my lover? I shake my head at my own foolishness. This is Heero I'm talking about, he's not one to talk about himself. Information can be used against you, that's why he never talks about his past, that would give me a weapon to use against him. Or maybe he actually doesn't want to remember it, from what I've heard it wasn't particularly nice. I could see why a person wouldn't want to relive it by telling someone about it all over again. But it still hurts.

~~ Conversation has run dry
But what's goin' on nothing's fine I'm torn ~~

I extract myself from Heero's arms and he stares at me with surprise. "I still have to clean the kitchen." I lie, tossing him a careless grin. He cocks an eyebrow and I leave the room, making sure to close the door, and head for the kitchen. When I get there, I pour myself another drink and gulp it down. With a disgusted growl, I forgo my glass and take a pull straight from the bottle. The whiskey burns as it trickles down my throat and burns in my stomach. It's a coward's escape, I know this, but then it also gives you courage. And it's going to take all my courage to do this. I've made my decision, Hell is better then this place. I refuse to live in sin for nothing! By loving Heero, I've betrayed Father Maxwell's God, and in a way, I've betrayed Father Maxwell. As a priest, he would not have approved of my relationship with Heero. But at first I didn't care, so long as I had Heero.

But it turns out I don't even have that, and I have /nothing/ to tie me down. Yeah I know Quatre and the others will be sad that I'm gone, but they'll get over it. And Heero, he might actually miss me too but that's it. I know that if I were to lose Heero, I wouldn't be able to live, but I doubt it's like that for him. I am nothing more then an outlet for sexual release. Ours is a relationship of necessity to him, the sharing of mutual pleasures but nothing else. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I'm a coward, I know it, but quite frankly, I no longer care. I'm tired of life. I rummage through one of the drawers until I find the handgun Heero keeps there. Even with peace, old habits are hard to break. The light glints malevolently off of the gun's barrel back at me. With a half-choked sob, I sink to the floor and bury my face in my knees. The tile is cold against my bare skin, but I pay it no heed, I've got lots of more important things to worry about.

~~ I'm all out of faith this is how I feel
I'm cold and I am shamed lying naked on the floor ~~

Being careful not to alert Heero, I allow a few weak whimpers to escape from my throat. This gun sure brings back memories, doesn't it, Maxwell? The gun that once almost claimed your life is now going to. I still remember that day like it was yesterday. The memories surround me, almost like a dream, like I am reliving the past as I sit. What had started out as the worst day of my life turned out to be one of the best of my young life.

[I walk inside after standing out in the freezing weather for nearly an hour. The scavenger business is /not/ what I expected it to be. I'm restless, and I hate that. When I was a kid, one good thing about being a street rat was that you were always going someplace new. Never mind that you are always on the run as well...minor details. I smirk and shake my head as I walk into my apartment's small room. The last thing I expected to see was Heero sitting at my kitchen table, covered with melting snow and a vacant look in his eyes.

"Heero?" I whisper and he suddenly jumps into action, I find myself staring down the barrel of Heero's gun.

Then, Heero begins to tremble violently and the hand holding his gun begins to visibly shake. I gently cover his hand with my own and pull the gun from his lax grasp. Heero looks at me with haunted eyes and I wrap my arms around him and hug him. The Japanese pilot buries his face in the crook of my neck and I simply hug him while idly stroking his silky hair. Heero seems to almost nuzzle my throat…yep that was definitely a kiss…

"I'm sorry." Heero whispers brokenly as he looks at me, his breath ruffling my bangs. "I'm sorry." Heero repeats and places a light kiss to my temple. His callused hands softly push my long jagged bangs back from my face and he kisses my cheek. I shiver slightly and lean into his soft kisses as he trails down my cheekbone. Heero's other hand winds around my waist; pulling me closer to him. "I'm sorry for everything." Heero whispers as he kisses the corner of my mouth.

I tilt my head a little and his lips settle over mine in a melting kiss. I link my arms around Heero's neck and smile up at him when he breaks away. "Duo.I.." Heero's hands clench and he looks at me helplessly.

"Shhhhh, Heero." I whisper. "No need for words, not now." Heero nods and kisses me again.]

~~Illusion never changed into something real
I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn ~~

I smile slightly as I stare down at the gun. "Always together eh, Shinigami?" I murmur. I close my eyes and lay my hands against my knees. The cold barrel of the gun chills my forehead and the sight digs into my skin; but I pay it no heed. I lift my head and clumsily reach for the bottle of liquor. I drink deeply from it and some of the whiskey trickles down my chin. I wipe it off with the back of my hand. But then my eyes stay on the pale blue veins that run beneath my pale skin. With a mirthless smile I turn my arm over and stare at my unblemished wrist. If I were to be honest with myself, which I usually am, I'd have to admit that I've wanted to die for a long time. On other nights similar to this, I'd leave Heero in the bedroom and come out here into the kitchen and sit at the counter staring at nothing; wishing I could die.

The thought of slitting my wrists has occurred to me many times. And once, I even went so far as to grab a razor from the drawer. But as I sat there with the razor poised against my wrist, I couldn't force myself to do it. I couldn't do it…And that was devastating; I started to ask myself if I /wanted/ to live in this Hell? Or maybe I deserved this. All the people I had killed, all the lives I'd taken in the name of Death were bound to create a /lot/ of bad karma. Maybe all this was my own doing and that I deserved to be in this self-destructive relationship. It wouldn't surprise me, the Universe seems to have it out for me. That's me, Duo Maxwell, Cosmic Joke Extraordinaire.

~~You're a little late I'm already torn ~~

Or maybe that should be, Duo Maxwell, Cosmic Fool. Because that's what I am,. One big idiot. Otherwise, maybe I would have wised up sooner about Heero, about life in general. Maybe I could have escaped once, but now it's too late. There is no hope for me, I'm torn, broken. Ahhhh, if only I'd been able to know this would happen. That would be a mixed blessing ne? Knowing that I would fall in love with Heero, and that he would want me too. Not love mind you, /want/.

There's a big difference there. But I digress, must be all the alcohol; it's making my brain fuzzy. Where was I...?…ah… I remember. If I'd known when I'd gotten involved with Heero that it would not be the dream come true I'd hoped it would be, but instead it would turn into my own personal slice of Hell. Then maybe..maybe… I would have seen things in a different light.

And if I'd had /any/ common sense at all, I would have run for my life. But I didn't know, and it took me a long time to see things for what they truly were. And..in the end, "what ifs" mean nothing. They are like excuses, worthless and pointless. And I for one am tired of making excuses.

~~ So I guess the fortune teller's right
Should have seen just what was there and not some holy
light ~~

Hn. Yep, I'm a fool, a coward...what else am I? Ah yes, a liar. I've lied to myself and the world for so many years. The mask I've perfected is too perfect. I don't know where it stops and where the true me starts. But I've managed to fool them all, myself included. As Heero would so succinctly put it, Ninmu Kanryou. It's odd, when I look in the mirror, I don't really recognize the person I've become. I guess that the famous Maxwell luck has run out on me. And I can't run anymore.

I laugh bitterly. He runs he hides, but he never lies. Oh how the mighty have fallen. I'm too tired to run and I don't care about hiding anymore, and as for lying? That's all I am, one big lie. I'm nothing like I used to be. Once, the smiles weren't forced, once my heart and spirit were whole. And all it took was one Heero Yuy to destroy all the barriers I'd erected to protect myself; and then he destroyed me.

I don't care anymore, the alcohol helps to dull the pain, both physical and emotional. But it doesn't assuage the anger that lurks in the pit of my stomach. The anger directed at me and Heero. And that's eating me up, and I think...I think I'd rather die now before that anger turns to hate. Because I couldn't live with myself if I hated Heero. I really don't hate him, how could I hate someone who is simply being himself?

Besides, I've got enough self-hate to go around. So that's why I'm sitting here with a gun in my hand. I want to end this all, I don't want to live in a lie anymore and I don't want to hate anymore.

~~ But you crawled between my veins and now
I don't care I have no luck
I don't miss it all that much
There's just so many things that I can't touch I'm torn ~~

Don't believe me? Well you should, cause for once that's the truth. Or at least it's as good an explanation as I can come up with. But then, I doubt anyone would understand that. All these emotions all all jumbled up and half the time I don't understand them myself. Fear, anger, desperation, tiredness, hopelessness, hatred, love; that's just naming a few.

Maybe when I die and wherever I'm going, someone, somewhere can help me untangle all these emotions. That's assuming there /is/ anywhere for me to go. You'd have to believe in Heaven and Hell, be a good little Christian in order to meet the God Father Maxwell spoke of. And that I'm not, the only God I've met is Death and I have no faith in him anymore either. So what's there to believe in, eh?

Nothing, there is /nothing/ to believe in, not life, not love, not even Death. Even it has failed me, so I give up. I don't care, I don't feel ashamed, I feel nothing. Hmmm, I'm Heero?

~~ I'm all out of faith this is how I feel
I'm cold and I am shamed lying naked on the floor ~~

Is this what he feels? I wonder, is the hate that burns in his eyes caused by me? Am I making his life Hell? Wouldn't that be amusing? But it would make sense in a twisted way. Heh, another Cosmic Joke. But on the other hand, that would be really sad, to think that we are making each other's lives Hell. Yeah, that burning emotion I only see when Heero is screwing me silly must be hatred. Great, another reason to end it all. I lift the gun and stare at it one more time. Then I close my eyes and press the barrel to my temple; the thinnest part of the skull. I don't want to screw /this/ up. One of the reasons I decided against hanging myself or slitting my wrists, too large of a margin for error. And this way is the swiftest. One bullet and bang, all my problems solved. A tear trickles down my cheek and I grit my teeth.

"Come one Maxwell, do it!" I scream mentally. "Do it you coward! Do it! Come on ya little shit! Pull the fucking trigger! Do it!" A hollow sob escapes my throat and I squeeze my eyes shut tighter as tear after tear runs down my cheeks. "You coward!" I hiss. "Dammit do it!" My finger trembles as it wraps around the trigger; depresses it a millimeter. "Do it!" Another sob escapes my throat; a broken sound. Much like myself.

~~ Illusion never changed into something real
I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn~~

~~ You're a little late I'm already torn ~~~

I sniffle and finally lower the gun. Another broken sob reaches my lips as I lean my head back. I open my eyes and look up. There he is...how long have you been standing there, Heero?? My lover is standing frozen and silent less then seven feet away from me. For once his face is registering his true emotions; shock…and pain? No way! Heero Yuy is above such things as pain! I scramble to my feet; feeling like a cornered animal.

"Stay back." I snarl. Heero continues to look at me, his eyes chaotic; but his face…that perfect face slips into a expressionless mask. But his eyes are disturbing me, I didn't think it was possible for them to be anymore beautiful then they already were, but they are right now. Is this what you looked like once Heero? Did you once have innocent eyes? Not the cold and flat ones you have now, but did you once really look like this?

"Duo." Heero whispers, his voice a ragged whisper. I smile coldly and point the gun at him.

~~ There's nothing where he used to lie

"Stay back Heero." I say firmly. My lover, or whatever you want to call him, stares at me with that unnerving light in his eyes. "Just stay back."

"I can't do that." Heero whispers.

"The Hell you can't!" I scream. "Fuck you Yuy! I'm tired of this! Stay. Back!" Heero holds out his hand and backs up a step.

"Duo, why?" He asks. I could have /sworn/ his voice hitched right there. Hn, I must be hearing things. I shake my head and smile my Shinigami smile.

"Why? You want to know /why/ I'm going to kill myself?" Heero flinches and his eyes seem to darken...with sorrow?

"Duo..."

"You want to know, fine. I'm tired Heero. I'm sick of /everything/ and I have /nothing/ to hold me to this world but pain and bad memories. I'm tired of living a lie, and our relationship, if that is what you /could/ call it, is a big one." I laugh bitterly, and the gun in my hand shakes as tremors wrack my body. "Let's face it Heero, I mean /nothing/ to you and you're only here for the sex." Heero's eyes widen.

"Duo.." He starts.

"No!" I bark. "You wanted to know, so you will and you will /listen/. I want peace Heero." My eyes are watering now and everything is swimming. "I'm tired of

the hurt, and the pain. I don't want to end up hating you or you end up hating me." I laugh, a slightly hysterical laugh. "It's our three year anniversary!

Did you even remember!? Do you even care!?" I am shouting now and the shaking has gotten worse. "THIS is what I live with everyday! Wondering if I'm nothing more then an easy lay to you. All the while /forcing/ myself to smile, to pretend to be happy! I am not the person I used to be! I don't even recognize myself anymore, but I'll clue you in Heero. I hate what I've become. And I can't live like this. I can't live with only hate, because it will eventually corrupt me and one day I might hate you so much that I’ll want kill you instead of myself. So I'm taking myself out of the equation, 'cause I couldn't stand that."

~~ I'm all out of faith this is how I feel
I'm cold and I am shamed lying naked on the floor
Illusion never changed into something real
I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn~~

Heero lowers his head and his thick bangs shield his eyes.

"Gomen nasai." He whispers. He looks up and...tears...? Are those tears in his eyes? "I failed you Duo, I'm so sorry." Heero walks forward and I glare at him; but he pays me no heed. He walks right up to the gun and places it over his heart. "If it gives you peace, do it Duo." Heero whispers. "Kill me, because if you kill yourself, I promise I'll be following right behind you. Because the only bright light in the darkness I call my life will have been extinguished. And I'd rather face an eternity of Hell with you then go back to who I used to be."

Ah shit, that was low Heero. I sniffle and my lower lip trembles. "Duo.." Heero murmurs in that way I so love. "And if you're set on killing yourself, do it, and I'll follow you." He's not making a threat. He's actually serious! He means to kill himself if I do.

"H.Heero." I whimper and I loosen my grip on the gun. Heero takes the weapon from me with amazing gentleness and sets it aside. Then he wraps his arms around me and I start to cry in earnest. I've got a lot of years’ worth of tears bottled up inside me, and Heero just pulled the cork out. We stand together for a while; Heero strokes my hair and whispers nonsense in my ear.

~~I'm all out of faith this is how I feel
I'm cold and I'm ashamed bound and broken on the floor~~

I finally break away and refuse to meet Heero's eyes. I sniffle, damn I hate crying, my nose gets all runny and gross. Heero lifts my face to meet his and I stare at him, my eyes are raw and burning.

"Duo." Heero does that throaty whisper thing I find so sexy. "I didn't forget." My eyes widen as Heero clasps something into my hand. I stare down at the ring sitting on the center of my palm. It's a simple golden band but it speaks volumes. I pick up the ring and stare at the inscription running along the inside of the band. It's Heero and my names in Japanese with 'eien ni' forever sitting between our names connecting them. Heero holds up a matching ring and I can see our names, this time written in English with forever between them.

"And Duo, you /are/ the only good thing that's ever happened to me, and you are not just another warm body." Where did this gentleness come from? Heero, how long have you had this tender side to you? Heero softly pushes my bangs back from my face and a genuine smile breaks out on his face. And his eyes..it's that look again! That look in his eyes he always gets when we make love, or when he actually stays in bed. It's not hate?

Oh God…have I totally misread him? But...but if it's not anger, then what is it? "You are my treasure, ai shiteru, kageyaku wa hitotsu [2]" Aw Hell...now the waterworks are starting again. I hug Heero tightly and he holds me back just as fiercely. "We'll get through this together koibito." Heero whispers and I hope he's right and that this isn't just another hopeless dream.

~~Illusion never changed into something real
I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn
You're a little late I'm already torn
Torn ~~

[1] Gomen for the vulgar language! :::bows::: I hate using such vulgar terms, this is Duo we're talking about. An extremely bitter and disillusioned Duo. But I am sorry for the language!

[2] Daaaa...I don't think this is right, but I don't speak Japanese but technically it's supposed to translate to "Bright One" but I think I was supposed to use 'no' instead of 'wa' but I don't know ::whines:::

Sheira: Okay, before anyone gets any wrong ideas about me. No I'm not some depressed and psychotic...well…okay maybe a little psychotic...but I'm not some dark and depressed person who's like supporting suicide or anything of the sort! And if it sounds like I'm writing from personal experience, I'm not really. And before everyone kills me for being so mean to Duo, (cuz I would) Gomen!! I heard this song and it's so bloody angsty and I wanted to write something dark and evil so I did. ::hides::: But I did end it kinda happy! And if peeps want me too, I could write a sequel continuing where this fic left of. Cuz I'll clue ya, things don't automatically get better, and the depression doesn't just magically disappear. So I kinda wanna write a fic off of this, showing the repercussions of Duo's near suicidal state. So should I? Or should I be strung up by my toes from the yard arm and flayed alive for my horrendous butchering of Duo's character?

Chibi-Xellos: Ohhhh...flaying..Pain is gooooood

Sheira: Fruitcake!

-Sheira

Keeper of Heero's Yellow Sneakers

Co-Keeper of the Voices Inside Duo's Head (with Sailor Zoisite)