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Okay, atashi-chan, I've done all the editing I could. If I missed
anything,
blame it on stylistics.
Jita
(My editor, all bow before her)
© The same as always
Kuri holds up a new sign: Okay, by now you have come to expect, weird shit, shonen ai and Gundam boy torture, but now, something new, exiting and titillating : ANGST!!! MAAAAAJOR ANGST WARNING AHEAD!!!
(get the unabridged version at my website, thank you :_ )
Warning: The time period in the flashback is very shaky. Don't
try to
place it, just try to follow along with the story and ignore the
historical inaccuracy… ;;^o^
< >= past remembrance, flashback type things.
Quatre stepped into Duo's mindscape carefully, trying not to
force his way into Duo's already wounded mind. He didn't see
much
around, a black expanse with a single light shining down on a
shattered pillar with red glass all around it and red blood dripping
slowly. The coppery scent filled his nose and made him cough, and yet
he stepped forward. Lying in a heap was Duo, what was left of his
original personality. Quatre gasped at the state he was in. He had
literally torn himself apart, insuring that the other boy would never
fully recover from what had happened. The little gasping mewls coming
from his general direction indicated that he still had enough life
in
him to suffer, but do nothing more. Quatre kneeled down next to the
boy, using long latent powers that had been long dormant to restore
his failing psyche.
The scene shifted. Duo was lying in a large bed and Quatre
was sitting next to him. When Duo's violet eyes fluttered open he
looked at Quatre quizzically.
"Where are we?"
Quatre smiled, his face almost seeming to shine like
something divine. "We're in your mind Duo no baka."
Duo smiled at his pet name and leaned back into the pillows
that held him up, thoroughly exhausted by his ordeals. "You
changed
my mind. I'd be laying in black, the void, y'know?"
Quatre nodded and laid down on the bed, sinking down into
comfortable material. "Yeah, I know it, but you're more
comfortable
this way and so am I."
Duo sighed and closed his eyes again, his face still as gaunt
as it was in life. What Quatre saw here was a real representation of
what was going on inside Duo's body and mind at the time. He
spoke
and his voice was old.
"Let's cut the crap and get straight to business Q man.
You're here
for some reason, otherwise you wouldn't be paying a nice visit to
me
here, you'd be talking with the dominant personality and be
learning
to hate me for the bastard that I am."
Quatre sighed and stretched out, getting comfortable. "I have
some things to tell you, to convince you to live through this one
too."
"Whoever told you that I was going to give up?" Duo's
voice was soft
and far away from their current location. Quatre frowned and put a
hand on Duo's.
"Just listen, don't speak, you're very tired."
"You got that right."
*Heero POV*
I couldn't quite follow just what was going on inside of me.
I knew that someone else was using my voice, accessing my thoughts
and talking to my companions, dare I say friends. And I was angry,
and yet I wanted to make sure that Duo was okay. The other me let me
piggyback on his sensations, feeling, seeing, hearing and touching
what he did. He was kinder than the person in Duo was. I knew that
at
a certainty rather than a guess.
(You okay in there?)
I growled, standing in a felt of long and rushing grass,
eventually taking a seat and drawing my knees to me. "I'm not
okay.
Another aspect of me has control of my body and is forcing me
down."
(It's just what has to be done. I'm sorry that you had to be
here to
witness the carnage. And I'm extremely sorry that Duo get
entangled
in it all over again.)
I sighed once again. "Just don't hurt him please?"
I watched myself, with wings, appear in our mind. He looked
just as tired and agitated as I was. He looked at me with startlingly
warm blue eyes and spoke earnestly.
(God forbid that anything would happen to Duo on our account.) Once
he looked down, staring at the grass and then brought his head up
once again to face me. (However, it's rather unavoidable. I'd
really
prefer it if you slept through this, let yourself find ease and
it'll
all be over soon.)
Once again I sighed. "I don't suppose I really have a choice
do I?"
The other me smiled, a foreign expression on our collective
face. (You could fight me the whole way through.)
I sighed, a long keening rush that flew through my lips like
a whispered sob. "Do as you like, just let me see him
sometime."
(Of course )
I was faced with my own smiling visage for a moment more
before blackness crept through the edges of my vision and pulled me
down.
Quatre sighed, letting himself get comfortable next to Duo.
Even though they were only in Duo's mind, Quatre could interact
with
things within as if they were physically there. He smiled a little
bit as he curled into a comfortable position with finality.
"Well Duo, I'm gonna tell you something that's going to
make you
firmly believe that I'm on acid or something similar."
Duo smiled with gentle grace and spoke, his violet eyes still
hiding from everyone in general. "Are you going to tell me about
the
past?"
Quatre blinked. "How did you know that?"
Duo sighed, his chest heaving under the silk sheets of the
imagined bed that was real only in a sense that two peoples
consciousness' were sitting on it. He still didn't open his
eyes,
showing that he was truly tired. Under any other circumstances he
would have at very least put out the effort to open his eyes and look
at Quatre. With another little sigh he spoke, shifting slightly.
"Lets just say that the boss man bellow gave me a hint before I
overthrew myself for my own mind."
Quatre nodded demurely, as was his trademark response to
anything that he didn't have experience with. He closed his eyes
as
well, shifting the scene as memories of the past flooded back into
the forward parts of his mind. The Quatre of old came forward,
replacing the slight little teen that everyone knew.
Out in the hallway Dorthy was struck dumb as images, sounds,
feelings, and memories of things that she had never done or seen
flooded through her mind in a torrential outpouring. She blinked once
and then closed her eyes, leaning against the wall. Wufei and Trowa
were in similar states, each lying where they had come to rest, their
eyes closed. And then the journey began.
< Quatre squinted out at the golden sands of his home. Finally
after many months' journey he was back home in the golden dunes
where
he came from. His robes flipped about his ankles playfully and his
fingers stung slightly from sand that was carried along with the
breeze as easily as the buzzards overhead flew through the skies.
Behind him the sounds of his bodyguards and caravan prevailed. He
turned his golden-haired-head back once, staring back with amusement
at those subservient to him. One man strolled up, confidant that he
was indeed worthy to approach the master. The person came up a pace
behind Quatre and kneeled down on one knee.
The golden haired master stood for a moment and then turned,
bidding with but a gesture for the man to rise. His depthless blue
eyes sparkled with hidden love and amusement at this new arrival. The
other man did not meet the master's eyes. Only his peers were
allowed
such a liberty, and a seldom one at that. No one locked eyes with
Quatre without two things granted first, tolerance and rank, in that
order.
The small master turned and walked toward his tent, motioning
for the runner to follow his footsteps. The taller man followed the
shorter, out of the scalding rays of the sun and the biting fingers
of the wind. When the tent flap closed behind them the young master
turned, walking deliberately up the man who stood ridged and still,
not moving. His face was hidden by a cowl and the only hint of who
he
was came in a stay bit of brown hair that peeked out of the cloth
hiding his face. With delicate hands unused to work of any sort save
that of the court the young master moved the cowl away to show a boy
his age, tall and lanky with jade eyes that glittered in the faint
interior lighting of the tent. The young master leaned up and
kissed
the boy's lips, starting a sultry kiss. Trowa was obligated to
continue it, for, whatever the master wanted the master was free to
have.
After the brief moment occurred Trowa looped his arms loosely
about Quatre's waist and leaned his forehead down to meet the
little
Arab masters'.
"How are you master?"
Quatre smiled, the little jewel resting in the middle of his
forehead glittering. His eyes were gentle and sweet, not at all what
others gazed upon. He smiled again and wrapped his arms about the
taller man.
"As I have always been lover. And you?"
Trowa hesitated a moment and then spoke. "I am as you would
wish me to be."
Quatre frowned in a cute fashion. "I do wish that you would
not be so formal with me in private."
Trowa smiled at him sadly. "I must be Little One. If someone
were to find us together, you would suffer from it. That in itself
makes my heart heavy."
Quatre sighed, leaning his bejeweled head against the sun-
warmed tunic of his lover and bodyguard. His other bodyguard, holding
the guise of a dancer was unavailable in the moment. He walked over
to find one of his cushions and watched with a smiling mouth as Trowa
walked over slowly to kneel at his side, guarding him in more ways
than one. The little blond master and mage looked over a scroll
written in neat angelic. The handwriting was loose and slightly awry.
It was from a Duo Maxwell, the lord of a house in the isles to the
west.
With some interest Quatre read the parchment aloud:
Master Winner, we have come in need of some assistance. Lord Maxwell
will be coming to meet with you personally. By the time this reaches
you, our beloved lord will not be far behind you.
Scribe to Lord Duo Maxwell
Of the house of Maxwell
Quatre looked over to Trowa. His heavenly eyes suddenly
clouded and a crease of worry appeared in his forehead.
"Trowa, my vision proves to be astute. They come."
Trowa stared ahead of him impassively, flicking a dagger into
the air to once again catch it then repeat the process. "Your
visions are always correct master…"
Three blazing days passed with idle events before a lone man
on horseback came riding in the distance. Everything about him
screamed that he was foreign to the heated sands of the desert,
indeed his very manner suggested that he was better suited to the
ocean from whence he came. When he came in and dismounted he was
nearly delirious with heat. He was escorted to a tent and given a
while to take his ease as he regained some semblance of normality
from his excursion. After he had recovered from his long ride over
the dunes he was led to the tent of the master.
The stranger stood almost as tall as the master was, slightly
higher. His very demeanor seemed to scream out royalty, but he had
presented nothing to state that he was. As he came into the presence
of the Arab, the man finally removed his cowl. As he did so everyone
in the tent fell silent. The man before him was as beautiful as any
had ever seen before.
His violet eyes glittered in the sun, daring anyone to speak
and break the crystalline silence that had fallen. His hair was of
a
chestnut with other hues interwoven and spun in gold and browns,
wrapped with a black satin ribbon into a braid that fell down his
back. His clothing was tasteful and appropriate to his venture and
fit him well, showing off a lean and muscular build. His lips quirked
into an almost-grin, smiling at the whole world. He took a small bow
to Quatre directly, locking eyes with the little Arab and smiling.
"Master Quatre."
Equally as courteously Quatre returned the mock-bow, his
glittering azure eyes laughing as he greeted his old Anglican friend.
"Lord Maxwell. It's a pleasure that our destinies have
interwoven
once again and so chosen to bring you to us."
The servants were banished from the room, save Trowa, who was
instructed to take his ease on one of the many cushions littering the
floor of the tent. He did so, still flipping his little dagger
around. He was known to be more than deadly with the small blade. It
had the tendency to snap out like a scorpion, finding it's target
with a stinging pain and then bringing a black eternity of death
shortly thereafter.
Duo took a seat, his cool and aloof face melting into
something more human, much warmer. He smiled at the Arab master,
sitting at ease, leaning against the pillows and watching with his
deep and wide azure eyes.
"Quatre, seeing you again…" he paused for a moment, his
eyes, before
cold and assured of what he was and what he was doing; now were
darting around as if he were searching for the elusive answer to a
puzzling question. After a moment of staring at the interior of the
tent, he continued.
"seeing you again, warms my heart and brings ease to my troubled
mind."
Quatre smiled at him, easing him through his gentle face.
"What troubles you?"
Duo stared ahead, a few stray locks of chestnut hair falling
from their confines to frame his face. His eyes held a hallow quality
and his voice permeated the air as a harsh whisper.
"Oh the things that I have seen in these night-visions. Things
that
touch the very core of myself like chill hands of demons. Only, it
appears that I am the demon."
With a high-pitched and rather unnatural sounding laugh he
sunk his face into his hands, his bangs falling toward the floor and
hiding his eyes. Quatre knew that he hadn't slept in almost a
month.
Most times had been black moments filled with hellish images which
Duo endured only for the sake of remaining awake for a longer period
of time.
"Take ease my friend, take ease. The troubling visions will not
touch
you here…" Quatre spread his hands out to either side of him,
indicating the cloth walls that surrounded and encompassed them.
"Here you are in my walls, and you are safe."
Duo nodded, slowly bringing his head up once again. He looked
at Quatre levelly.
"I take it you have insight into this mater as always my
friend?"
Quatre laughed, a dry, humorless laugh. "Would they call me
mage if I didn't?"
Duo smiled, acquiescing the point. Quatre patted the cushion
next to him and Duo laid his head there, knowing the strange, but by
now familiar ritual. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath,
shifting around for the space of moments to get comfortable. He felt
Quatre's cool palm touch his forehead and then a shock run
through
his body. All of the lingering terror was purged from his
consciousness in the wake of Quatre's mind. He slipped into the
black
abyss of dreamless sleep.
Later that evening another person was brought into camp. A
messenger of Lord Maxwell's, a short haired boy with cobalt blue
eyes
and the temperament of ice. He said nothing and didn't react to
any
sort or provocation. He was brought to Lord Maxwell's tent and
left
there to sleep off the effects of the desert until his master
returned from his time with the Mage. He hadn't said a word since
entering the camp and would continue to remain silent until in the
company of the one that he searched for.
Quatre stroked a hand once through Duo's errant bangs,
bringing him around from the haze that he had fallen into. Duo
blinked his eyes twice, clearing the last bits of sleep from his
eyes. Quatre smiled down at the other boy and spoke, his tone soft
and reassuring.
"What did you dream?"
At first Duo was going to say nothing, but that wasn't the
truth and he was not inclined to lie to the mage, in any sort of an
event.
"I dreamt that I was dead."
Quatre remained impassive, his face completely blank of any
sort of an emotion at all. "Anything else?"
Duo looked thoughtful. "My friend was dead too. He had the
countenance of one of God's own."
Again Duo was met by a blank wall where usually feeling and
emotion were painted out for all to see. He spoke, leaning up and
resting the weight of his torso on his knees.
"What is it that's troubling you Quatre."
Quatre sighed. "Nothing that concerns you my friend. Trowa
will take you to this evening's accommodations. I believe the
same
friend that you spoke of is waiting for you there."
Duo blinked rapidly. "Heero? What would Heero Yuy be doing
out here?"
Quatre smiled quietly. "Looking for you, I would believe."
Duo excused himself and rushed off in the direction that
Trowa led. After the other two had departed, Quatre nodded to the
seemingly empty air. Someone appeared out of it, a woman, from her
step and poise. She was shrouded in a cloak which she brought from
her face after a moment. Her sweet and clear voice rang through the
air of the tent.
"You see how it is Quatre? Already my master and the other are
conspiring to join them physically and then it will complete the
process."
Quatre nodded. "And yet why do you bring me this news
Alexandria. What stirs you to disobey?"
The woman stood level with Quatre, gazing at him with her
depthless purple eyes. "I think it an unjust pursuit of frivolous
wants. I think it not fair to place the burden on these two souls.
Even as you watch them you see that they are forever twined together
by the red threads of fate itself; do you not?"
Quatre looked into the distance where the two would probably
be kissing their hellos even now. "I know it just as well as you
angel. What is the purpose?"
"Simply, they are bored with the way that human events move now.
They
want a radical change. Because these two souls are repositories for
psychic energies and other energies as well, they make good channels
for the warriors that live in possibility in their souls.
The powers that be have chosen either one of them as pieces
in a game. They will fight and whomever wins determines which power
will get to remake the path of human events in the years to come. All
of you mortals will blame it on the coming millennium and there will
be no more speculation about it."
Alexandria paused, readjusting her long white wings, her
golden hair flowing freely about her face and dancing in front of her
eyes. A celestial being she was and gorgeous she was also.
"Yet the game is not so simple. There are other players to be
figured
in. You, for one. And the Chinese lord Cheng Wufei. The powers
thought it fair to give the people a voice in all of this. When the
time comes he will act in the interest of the people, most likely
trying to get either of the main warriors, and thus abating the
determining factors all together. If he does so then there will be
no
change. And then there is you, my dear Quatre.
You have the most mobility of them all. You can stop the
events completely, stop everything and reset it for another time and
place. However, be wary with that information because it will not
serve you as readily as you might at first expect. As for me, I must
go now. There are tolls to be paid for the transgression that I have
committed. Most likely this will be the last time that we speak."
In a flurry of shadows and several white feathers she was
gone, and Quatre knew that he had no recourse. Things had already
been set off. They were in the process of rolling even as he stood
there. Trowa came in and Quatre looked at him, his azure eyes
sorrowful.
"Tonight we love; my Trowa. For tomorrow we die."
Trowa's eyes widened to the point that it was amusing. "What
do you mean?"
"Exactly what I spoke." The earnest sadness in Quatre's
tone struck
Trowa to the core. "You can't mean…."
"But I do. Now come to me my lover, tonight is the last time that
we
may do this."
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Quatre sat on his knees, the desert sand blowing his hair out
of any semblance of order. His clothing was torn, blood ran freely
down his face in rivulets. All around him things clashed and
screamed, locked into mortal combat, not of their own free wills.
Things from nightmares and fond dreams alike flew around him in a
deadly dance of death, each fighting for a side and a purpose. And
in
the middle of the fray somewhere were Duo and Heero, the Anglican
lord and his Japanese lover.
Silently the little mage cursed them, his hate flowing
through his bleeding and wounded heart. In the background he heard
a
blood curdling roar and the heat of flames hit his back. He paid it
no mind, staring ahead with dull eyes. Every power, every ability,
every sense of anything had deserted him. There was a ground-shaking
thump as the Eastern Dragon hit the ground, shortly followed by
another, a small angel with flowing ebony hair and sad red eyes.
None of them were of consequence. It all hurt too much, his
fingers were tangled in material. He looked down and confirmed what
his aching heart all ready knew to be truer than the fact that he
still continued to live in torment. Trowa was dead. He had been dead
for a while. He had been gutted like common hunting game by a beast
with the head of a bird and the body of a lion. Trowa had taken the
beast with him but in so doing left the little mage to his own
devices. Tears were intermingling with the blood and sand that slid
down his face.
"Why did you go and do that? Why did you fight it? You're
always one
to fight against odds that you cannot win against. I'd told you a
thousand times that one of these days you'll get yourself
killed."
Quatre paused, staring down into the lifeless jade eyes of
his lover. "And look, just as I said: you did."
He stared around at the things fighting with new awareness.
He cursed the little demon that had told him what he hadn't
needed to
know. It would have hurt in a different way if he hadn't known
what
was coming before hand.
"Damn you Alexandria, wherever you are, I hope you rot in the
depths
of the thirteen hells you whore!!"
He growled out the words vengefully, unaware that higher
powers were listening and getting ideas. He hated the angel for the
information that she had given him. She had said that he could stop
it all, yet he had tried and tried and nothing had come of it.
"How am I supposed to abate this? What do I do to stop it?"
He stared into the unyielding gray sky, asking for an answer.
It came in nothing verbal but rather a compulsion. He let Trowa's
cloak go and stood, staring straight ahead of him and seeing nothing
at all. He started chanting the languages that almost no one knew
save he. His eyes glazed over completely and time itself froze. He
kept chanting, his tattered robes whipping around his legs.
"Let nothing deter us in our cause
Chronos abate and move forward
What cannot be amended
Take from this channel
The cost of our transgression
And save for another time
The pain that is not right for this one"
The black enfolded and surrounded everything, wiping the time
and place out of the time flow completely. The protector of time was
not happy with this transgression and Quatre would pay for it. Images
flashed through the blackness; of people disappearing, of others
resurrected, of punishments rendered and wrongs righted. And then it
folded over him, stealing the payment for the operation from his
flesh and soul.
<<You, Quatre, dare you pay the full price for this, and do the
correct thing when the time comes only three lifetimes away from you>>
His head bowed the superior power that he faced, his strength
sapped, his powers muted and his soul humbled, Quatre nodded.
"I accede to your will and agree to the terms that you set."
There was an agreement forged in that time and Quatre was
sent back into the sway of things, always aware in his subconscious
of the smugly ticking clock. >
Heero sucked in a deep breath, blinking his eyes rapidly,
trying to return the moisture to them. His chest ached, his throat
was dry and it felt as if he had been stuck in that vision for days
on end. When he looked at the clock he noted that approximately two
minutes had passed as an entire lifetime flew through his mind. He
stared down at Duo and Quatre, both who were still unconscious. Alex
stared angrily at them all, old memories resurfaced and once again
brought to life. Dorthy stuck her head around the corner, raising one
of her exotic eyebrows and saying nothing at all.
In the room where Trowa had been lying Wufei now sat,
blinking his large onyx eyes slowly. The Heavyarms pilot sat up and
looked at Wufei who slowly shook his head, not knowing what else to
do or say.
Quatre opened his troubled azure eyes and looked at Duo, who
still laid there listening. "now do you see what I mean?"
Duo sighed. "Whole situation looks pretty damn hopeless to
me. I'm stuck in a sub-conscious nook, and Heero is most likely
in
about the same position. You can't do anything this time around
and
events are shaping up to be exactly the way that they were. What can
we do?"
Quatre looked at Duo with sad eyes. "Right now, I'm not
sure."
Duo let out a longwinded sigh, his spiritual muscles going
lax as he sunk deeper into himself.
"There's nothing else we can do Q-man. This time we sit back
and
watch."
Quatre frowned, suddenly saddened and unsure of the reason
behind it. He looked at Duo, already knowing the answer to the
question resting on his lips.
"You're going to sleep now?"
Duo hummed his affirmative sleepily. "Tell everyone God-
bless, or Goddamn in this case."
Both boys giggled slightly at the morose joke. Duo continued,
his lips barely moving as the bed around them wavered and faded.
"You know Q-man, I have three angels…"
Quatre blinked, ever so slightly confused by Duo's statement.
To his knowledge Duo had a demon watching his back and nothing more.
Duo continued in the same, faded, whispering voice.
"There's one angel with a sweet voice, and a smile that could
charm
the birds out of the trees. That angel had golden hair and blue eyes
that can see straight into your soul. The second one has eyes like
mine and tattered wings. She's seen too much for her age,
whatever
that is. And the third one I love with all my heart. He's the
other
angel in flesh, with blue eyes…."
Duo faded completely out of his own mind, regressing into the
comforting dark that he had embraced. That left only the new Duo in
the mind that the Deathscythe pilot had just vacated. Quatre got out
of the new boy's mind in a hurry. It was a dark and cold place,
not
at all like the mind of the cheerful teen that Quatre knew. When he
came back into consciousness Duo hadn't moved at his side. Heero
sat
there looking as if he had been suddenly stripped out of every
ability to communicate at all. He sat stock still, staring at Quatre
with slightly confused and befuddled cobalt eyes.
Quatre smiled at him, leaning on the hospital bed, trying to
regain his equilibrium. Dorthy stuck her head in, raising an eyebrow
at Quatre and then looking at Heero with an odd expression. Quatre
looked over to the wing pilot as well and then smiled at Dorthy.
"Overload."
Dorthy nodded, her blonde hair creeping over her shoulders as
she stepped into the room.
"So I'd noticed."
She came to stand at Quatre's side, resting a hand lightly on
his shoulder. "I know about everyone else, but how are you
holding up
Quatre Reberba Winner?"
Quatre looked over his shoulder at her, amused by her never
ending formality. "I'm fine."
One of her strange eyebrows arched downward, along with the
corners of her mouth, betraying her disapproval at what he had said.
"I don't think you're telling me the truth Mr.
Winner."
He smiled again. "We'll have time to talk in a moment. I
have
to do something first."
As Dorthy watched Quatre rose to his feet and walked around
the bed, circumnavigating to avoid having to crawl over Duo or dodge
wires. When he was face to face with Heero he looked the perfect
soldier apologetically in the face, brought his palm back and cracked
it across Heero's face.
Heero responded with a growl, drawing his fist back to hit
Quatre for all he was worth. At the amused look in the Arab's
eyes
Heero's temper boiled.
"What was that for?"
Quatre looked VERY apologetic. "Heero, you were so zoned that
I think Treize Kushrenada and Zechs Marquise could have walked in
here right now and started making out and you would have only given
them a passing glance."
Heero slowly acceded that he had been a little zoned. The
sting was beginning to fade from the blow and the logic behind it
finally peeked it's way out into the forefront of his mind. He
nodded
to Quatre once.
"Ariagto."
Quatre shrugged and walked out, flanked by Catalonia and an
angel with long blonde hair and worried blue eyes that looked like
Quatre's. Trowa walked out of the adjoining room in time to join
the
leaving party. Heero's sensitive ears caught a strain of the
conversation.
"Before we go back home I need to pick up a few things."
"Such as?"
"Well, just stuff. You know, tampons, shampoo, a broad
sword…"
"That's fine, we'll go to the grocery store first,
it's closer."
Heero found his lips curving up in a smile at that. The
thought of Dorthy Catalonia, on her period and wielding a broadsword
was hysterically funny and amazingly frightening all in the same
breath. He watched as Alex floated closer, her bright purple eyes
slightly unfocused.
"What are you doing?"
<I'm going to amend what's wrong with him.>
"How?"
<Watch>
Alex slipped onto the bed next to Duo, the tips of her wings
almost grazing the floor. She faded to stand `in' the bed and
wrapped
her wings protectively around Duo's battered and thin form. A
gentle
purple light was let through her wings and then she let her wings fan
back out. Heero gaped at the sight that came to his eyes. Duo looked
much better than he had previously.
His thin and hallowed cheeks were filled out much more than they
had
previously been. His arms were also more filled out and the general
feeling of `not well' that had hovered over him was muted.
Tentitively Heero laced his fingers into Duo's.
"C'mon koi, wake up, talk to me."
Notes: That would be the end of this chapter. From now on, readers
beware, bastardized Duo's on the horizon...*wink*
-Kuriyamimizu-
Keeper of Duo's Bloody Nightmares
Keeper of Duo's really bad migraines
Another occupant of the happy hentai house
Computer Caretaker of the Shinigami organization.
The Shinigami Organization
www.ShinigamiOrg.homestead.com/index.html
The only mob dedicated to Shinigami
ICQ me at #82315185
See the art of the insanity that is the story?
White Reflection (my yaoi nook)
http://www.fortunecity.com/marina/tripcock/835/index.html
(Heero will show you in)
"The lights are on, but nobody's home.."-some really spiffy movie I
saw
"Everything you want is not necessarily everything you need.
Every second counts" -Vertical Horizon Music Vid.
"Fuck you no da!" –things chiri chiri will never say
"Every revolution begins with a single act of defiance"
