"I'm the One who Waits"
Notes: O.o sweet Jesus, this fic is warped! It creeps me out and I'm the one who wrote it! Umm...Enjoy?
Warning: Death, Darkness, Ickiness, Violence, and Metallica.
Unforgiven II is by Metallica. GW is not mine, nor will it ever be.

Quatre's door swung open to reveal a tear and rain soaked Duo Maxwell. Seeing the Arab, Duo flung himself into the blonde's arms, sobbing. Quatre held the braided boy close, heedless of the fact that his dress-shirt was fast becoming soaked. Above the American's shoulder, turquoise eyes glinted.

//Lay beside me, tell me what they've done.
Speak the words I wanna hear, to make my demons run.//

The blonde pilot ushered Duo into the bedroom, and sat him down on the enormous canopied bed. Gentle hands helped remove the braided boy's rain-soaked clothes as his story slowly fell from between numb lips. Quatre's eyes hardened with every pain filled word. Looking into shattered indigo eyes, he made up his mind.

//The door is locked now, but it's open if you're true.
If you can understand the me, than I can understand the you.//

The blonde rose and locked the bedroom door. Returning swiftly, he kneeled between the boxer clad pilot. Taking two ice-cold cheeks in his hands, he slowly dipped his head down to taste the Duo's lips. Making his way down the slender column of the braided boy's neck, he softly whispered his plan.

//Lay beside me, under wicked sky.
The black of day, dark of night, we share this paralyze.//

Duo laid there passively as Quatre began to stroke his numb flesh, trailing fire down the braided boy with every touch. Violet eyes flashed and he grimly began to return the blonde's caresses. Inch by delicious inch, warmth began to course back through his body. Sweat dripped off moonlit skin. The only words spoken were not soft words of love, but harsh whispers of revenge.

//The door cracks open, but there's no sun shining through.
Black heart scarring darker still, but there's no sun shining through.//

Lying in a tangled heap next to the slumbering Quatre, Duo stared up at the stucco ceiling. In his mind's eye, Duo relived the past couple of hours. Opening the door to Heero's apartment, he happily called out for his lover. He thought he heard voices in the bedroom and walked over to investigate. Closer to the source, Duo could now make out soft moans and whispers. The faint scent of perfume crept out from the half open door.

//No, there's no sun shining through.
No, there's no sun shining...//

Peering through the crack, Duo gasped. Lying on the bed were two achingly familiar figures. Damp blonde hair covered the bed as a one figure arched up to meet the pounding thrusts of the other. Hearing the Duo's gasp, the lovers turned. Relena arched up again, smirking at the braided pilot. Above her, Heero only stared.

//What I've felt, what I've known
Turn the pages, turn the stone.//

Duo lay on his sofa, trying to relax. He had come back to his apartment to think things over. Maybe Quatre was wrong. Things didn't have to end that way. Idly, he flipped through his magazine, not really seeing the pages. He stiffened suddenly as a hard knock shook the door and echoed through the barren apartment.

//Behind the door, should I open it for you?
What I've felt, what I've known.//

Looking through the keyhole, he felt his heart lurch. Heero. The dark haired boy pounded on the door, demanding entrance. Biting his lip, Duo struggled with himself. The demands became pleas and the braided boy almost gave in. But Relena's smirk flashed through his head and his resolve hardened. Pushing himself off the door, he walked away.

//Sick and tired, I stand alone.
Could you be there, 'cause I'm the one who waits for you.//

Heero rested his forehead against the cool surface of the wooden door. Hot tears coursed down his cheeks as he wondered if one stupid mistake would cause him to loose his violet-eyed angel forever. Grimly, his hand reached down to grasp the comforting handle of his gun. He would take care of that "stupid mistake" once and for all.

//Or are you unforgiven too?//

Relena smiled brightly as she saw the Japanese pilot outside her window. He came back to her. After that street rat walked in on them, Heero had shoved himself off of her and hurriedly got dressed. Relena hummed as she brushed out her long golden hair. Feeling a calloused hand slowly reach out and touch it, she smiled. Her hero was back.

//Lay beside me, this won't hurt I swear
She loves me not, she loves me still, but she'll never love again//

Heero caressed the sweaty face underneath him. Such innocence in those cornflower blue eyes. But that innocence was a falsehood, a lie. Her touch was sure as her naked body ground against him. She was tainted, as was he. But he will purify them both with God's most sacred liquid. He will purify himself with her blood. As he continued to thrust into her, Heero reached over to the bed stand, and gripped the cold, familiar weight of his gun.

//She lay beside me, but she'll be there when I'm gone
Black heart scarring darker still, yes she'll be there when I'm gone//

Heero sat on the bed, sheet wrapped around him. He had done it. He had killed her during her whispered words of love. She looked beautiful in death. Her hair flowed around her in soft waves and her chest was stained a brilliant red. She looked so peaceful, like she was merely sleeping. But Heero knew she would never wake again, he made sure of it.

//Yes, she'll be there when I'm gone
Dead sure she'll be there...//

The Japanese boy dressed with mechanical precision. Sliding his gun into the back of his jeans, he took one last look at his Queen. He smiled as a familiar laughter bubbled up in his throat. He let it out, his whole body shaking with mirth that held little sanity in it. He bent over and kissed Relena's dry, unmoving lips. With a sweeping bow and a final chuckled, he slipped back through the window and out into the night.

//What I've felt, what I've known
Turn the pages, turn the stone//

Heero softly picked the lock at his lover's apartment. It was late; Duo was probably sleeping; holding close his tear-stained pillow. He wouldn't have to cry anymore, Heero vowed. He made sure his violet-eyed angel stayed happy. He walked carefully into the dark apartment; a black rose nestled in his grip.

//Behind the door, should I open it for you...?
What I've felt, what I've known//

Heero knocked gently on the bedroom door. He heard no answer but the Japanese boy could hear someone moving on the other side. He took a few deep, calming breaths. Holding the rose behind his back, he slowly reached out and placed his hand on the knob. The door opened silently and Heero slipped into the room.

//Sick and tired, I stand alone
Could you be there, 'cause I'm the one who waits for you//

Heero looked uncomprehendingly at the figure before him. Blond hair brushed gently across a well-tailored shirt. Hand-pressed slacks flowed down to meet designer shoes. A pale and delicate hand confidently held a pistol that seemed too heavy for the figure to lift. Under delicately arched eyebrows, aquamarine eyes blazed.

//Or are you unforgiven too?//

"Quatre?" The Japanese boy's voice was unsteady with confusion.

"Heero." The blond spoke calmly.

Prussian-blue eyes widened as the gun fired. The rose dropped to the ground.

//Lay beside me, tell me what I've done
The door is closed, so are you're eyes//

Quatre softly knelt beside the body, a slightly trembling hand feeling for a pulse. Biting his lip, the blonde slowly closed Heero's unseeing eyes. Stumbling, he rose; one hand absently rubbing his chest. He walked to the bathroom and swiftly washed his hands of his friend's blood. He avoided looking in the mirror.

//But now I see the sun, now I see the sun
Yes now I see it.//

The blonde paused as something caught his eyes. Smiling, he picked up Duo's hairbrush. Tiny chestnut hairs sparkled in the florescent light. Holding it to his face, Quatre slowly inhaled the scent of the braided pilot. Still smiling, he looked into the mirror. He giggled as Duo's heart-shaped face smiled back at him. Quatre turned around and skipped out of the empty bathroom.

//What I've felt, what I've known
Turn the pages, turn the stone//

Duo crept softly through the luxurious mansion, gun gripped tightly in his hand. He blended in perfectly with the shadows around him. Dark violet eyes glimmered in the darkness as he neared the last room in the hall. She would pay for taking away his beloved. How dare she seduce Heero with her web of wealth and power? But Duo would forgive him. After this one last mission, Duo would forgive everything.

//Behind the door, should I open it for you...?
What I've felt, what I've known//

Duo slowly opened the door to Relena's room; gun ready. His nose was assaulted with the smell of rich perfume, heavily laced with the coppery tang of blood. Confused, the braided pilot switched on the lamp. His eyes widened as he stared at the bloody and lifeless Queen, Heero's gun resting in her limp hands. Shaking hands quickly dialed up Quatre's number.

//Sick and tired, I stand alone
Could you be there, 'cause I'm the one who waits,//

Heero was dead. Shaking and sobbing, Duo hid in a corner of the lushly furnished room. He had killed himself. The braided boy couldn't believe it. He was going to forgive him. Why did he kill himself? Why didn't he come find him? He glared at the still body resting so peacefully on the bed. She stole Heero in life and now she gets to keep him in death.

//The one who waits for you....
Oh what I've felt, what I've known//

Duo paced back and forth, waiting for Quatre to arrive with Heero's body. They had to set it up to look as though the two lovers killed themselves together, otherwise it would look like Duo did it. The braided boy felt numb inside. Walking over to Relena, he kissed her. Hard. He pried her mouth open with his tongue, sweeping down to taste the lingering essence of Heero. Growling, he lurched back and slapped her. The corpse's head tilted uncaringly.

//Turn the pages, turn the stone
Behind the door, should I open it for you...? (So I dub thee unforgiven....)//

A soft knock startled Duo from his dark thoughts. Taking a deep breath, he opened the door and swiftly helped Quatre with the body. Arranging it carefully on the bed, Duo swept back that unruly dark hair and placed a delicate kiss upon Heero's brow. He whispered softly into the corpse's ear.

"I don't forgive you."

//Oh, what I've felt....
Oh, what I've known....//

Quatre held the braided boy tightly, as the twin coffins were lowered into the ground. Duo sobbed into the blonde's shoulder, determined not to look. Quatre's pale hand came up to stroke the American's head. He looked over to where Trowa and WuFei were paying their last respects. Trowa looked over at him, tears in the clown's emerald eyes. Quatre smiled sweetly back at him.

//I take this key (never free...)
And I bury it (never me...) in you//

Quatre handed Duo over to WuFei, who gently ushered him towards the limo. The blond stood over the open graves solemnly. He could almost see through the dark oaken coffin to the peaceful figure of the Japanese boy inside. And underneath the pillow that gently held Heero in eternal slumber was the shining barrel of Quatre's gun; kept safe by the one it was used on.

//Because you're unforgiven too....//

Smiling, Quatre dropped a single, bloodstained black rose into the grave. Turning, he walked back to the limo.

//Never free....
Never me....//

//'Cause you're unforgiven too....//