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I want you more then anything.

I love you so much; can’t you see that?

So many things I do, so little I want. I love you but you just sling me to the side like trash.

Why do you hurt me like that? Every time you came back from a mission sweaty and frustrated I gave myself to you. Baka, I always thought that *this* time is for real. That *finally* I’d won you. Standing by your side always, watching from the darkness. But you don’t love me do you?

I know where your heart lies. In the killing, in the missions, in the bloody war that we were bred for.

That’s where your heart lies.

I thought that if the war ended that maybe, maybe God would smile on me for the first time in my life and your stoic heart would finally accept me in. Baka, the war ended and you left.

It was a year before we met again. Nothing can describe the feelings that ran through me when I saw you again. Body still taut and strong. I never stopped loving you. But you always had your heart elsewhere.

So the second war ended, we defeated Dekim’s troops and saved the world. Hurrah. My heart cried out ever more for you but you of course couldn’t be bothered with me could you?

And look at me now. Look at what you’ve done to me. I’m a shell. My only emotion is my love for you that will never leave. And when it does I’ll simply slit my wrists.

I’d die for you. I’ve helped you so much during the wars. But you hardly ever acknowledge my existence.

I admit that I tried to look like I never loved you. Tried to make it look like comradery, like 2 "normal" guys with interests coinciding in the war that we always fought together.

So now look at me. Waiting in the rain, pistol grasped in my hand. To me this won’t be any normal killing; it will be me claiming my love.

I often look at the two of you. To anybody else you seem so happy together. But I know! I know your heart’s been ripped out! I know you’ve been hypnotized or something by that horrible monster that I wait for in the rain on this lonely street. I don’t care if it’s broad daylight.

That’s the truth right? Brainwashed by that filth! Because after all you have to love me deep down inside. You have to.

I’ve done so much for you. My soul has bled so much for you. Nothing matters in my life anymore but you. I bless and curse the god that sent you into my life. But soon, soon I’ll be yours forever. I only need one bullet. I can’t miss. I can’t lose you.

I must be with you. You must love me. Can’t you see that? Why can’t you see that?

Or maybe it’s that beast brainwashing you! But don’t worry my love soon it’ll be just you and me.

I’m obsessed with you. Obsessed with the sight of you, the smell of you, the very thought of me being yours. Often only a familiar scent, a familiar sign of you will wake me in the middle of the night sweating with my semen splattered on my stomach.

I’d give anything for you. I’ve given myself to you. But now you don’t need me. That dog has corrupted you, stolen your heart. But I have a secret. It’s a little Beretta that’ll destroy that monster forever.

I’ve left a little note for you in your room, by your bed. It asks for you to meet me at the pier. I know you’ll come, because by then the spell will have been broken and you’ll come to claim me.

It was too easy breaking into your room, but just the sheer smell of the place, of you, sent me beyond ecstasy. Soon now we’ll be together. I’ll be waiting at the pier. You’ll come. And we’ll live happily ever after. But wait, here comes the monster.

Hn, years don’t change such a beast. I step out of the shadows and call a greeting nearly scaring the wits out of the freakshow. I can smell that garbage. Almost we’ll be together so very soon. I can almost smell you again. Almost taste you again.

I think I’ll keep this short and to the point you beast. "Heero’s mine now. And so you must die."

I fire the bullet before he even gets a chance to speak a goofy smile on his face. Maybe he finally recognized me. But too late now. Across the street some lady screams and runs, probably to phone the cops. But it’ll be too late. His violet eyes lose their light and I know he’s dead but I kneel down and stick my pistol in his mouth, pulling the trigger. The back of his head splatters open; blood and gore spatter the ground and myself.

I bring my finger up to my lips and lick it. Funny, it almost tastes like you.

I drop the gory site to the ground, pausing, wondering if maybe I have time to cut off his braid. I always hated that thing. Dangling everywhere like the snake he was. Charming you, like a heathen whore. But now Duo’s dead, so there’s no need to fear.

Sirens yell in the distance, they’re for me of course. But soon I’ll be at the pier and soon you’ll be with me.

I can’t begin to tell you how long I’ve dreamt of this; maybe we’ll get married. But will you be mine or will I be yours? I’m always yours. I’m forever you possession, since that night in Italy during the war when you marked me with your sperm. I’m yours now Heero.

Heh, I’ll be Trowa Yuy; it has a nice ring don’t you think?

~owari