<blinku> This was harder than I thought it would be.
Oh well. Have a totally random, exactly 60-word ficlet. Well, excluding the title...
Errr... shounen ai?
"I wouldn't do that."
Light dances across the gun's barrel.
Gentle fingers reach out, close around a limp wrist.
"Guilt can't be purged with blood. And compounds when you surrender to it."
"What do I do?"
A sad, ancient expression. "Live, Heero. And atone."
The gun falls. A whisper. "Help me, Duo."
Arms fold tight around him. "Always."
Like I said... harder than I thought it would be...