<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.

"Why not?"

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...