When the bunnies go insane

[windandwater]

Violet eyes targeted unknowing blue ones. And, as it had been when he was piloting DeathScythe under the name Shinigami, Duo's vision narrowed to that one figure that had immediately been labelled "Enemy" in his mind.

Enemy.

Exterminate all enemies with extreme prejudice.

He moved automatically.

In the space of a heartbeat, Duo was across the room, hands fastened against the man's throat and slamming him repeatedly against the wall. His heart beat in time with the sound of the man's skull being pounded against unforgiving plaster.

"You killed him!" he snarled. He could hear voices raised in shock and anger, could feel arms trying to pull him away. He wouldn't be moved. He WOULD NOT BE MOVED. His fingers tightened against the man's throat, slowly chocking the life from him. Larger hands came up, clawing uselessly at his own.

"You killed him!" he exploded onward, not heeding the people around him. "You killed him! You bastard! You killed him!"

He heard vague gasps and questions. "Why?" "Who?" How could they not know?! How could they not know?! How could they allow this scum to live after what he had done?

"SOLO!" he screamed hysterically, dropping the man on the floor and trying to kick him. His aim was off and his vision was blurred with the tears running down his cheeks. He ignored them. "SOLO! YOU KILLED SOLO! I'm fucking going to KILL you! For SOLO!!!"

At the end, Duo was peripherally aware that his voice was an agonized gasp of breath. Strong arms finally pinioned him down, warm hands holding him in a comforting, yet equally restraining embrace. It was always like this. Always like this when he thought of Solo. For years he had even kept him from saying his best friend's name, for fear of disgracing the memory.

"You bastard..." he whispered, though his voice carried across the room in a way his scream had not. His violet eyes were still focused on the man on the ground, gasping for breath. It didn't matter if the man was his father. It didn't matter that he hadn't know what had happened. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered.

"You killed him. Go to Hell."