Chapter 4 / 18
Written by Jessi Maxwell - send C&C to Megami_no_Remon@hotmail.com
Duo stared at the robed figure. It laughed. Duo's voice had a dangerous edge. "Just what the hell do you mean by that?" he demanded. Again the cloaked person laughed.
"Really, Mr. Maxwell, don't be so violent. I merely wish to help you out, alleviate some of the questions that are surely running through your mind. Come now...you know you didn't rape Quatre Winner. It's just not like you. You were with Hilde, having lunch, ham and cheese sandwiches to be exact." Duo froze.
"How the hell..." he began.
"Ah ah! All in good time, Mr. Maxwell. I will grant you three requests or answer three questions. Don't bother asking my purpose...that I shall tell you after you've made your requests. Then I shall tell you how I know these things."
Duo thought about it. For a brief instant, his stomach yelled, 'Food! Get me food!' and Duo scowled. No, he wouldn't waste his requests on something as silly as food. "Who are you?" Duo asked, using his first request up. The robed person laughed.
"Well, there 'tis, the inevitable 'Who am I'. I go by the name Ghost Moonchylde."
Duo frowned, thinking hard. He then grinned. "Ok, you said requests...it doesn't have to be a question, does it?"
Ghost paused for a second then chuckled softly. "No, it doesn't. But it must be reasonable, or I just won't go for it."
Duo smiled. "Yeah? Okay, here's request number two. Take off your cloak."
Ghost laughed. "You *ARE* a smart one, Mr. Maxwell! Most mo...ahem, most times I get in these situations, they always ask something else, or something foolish. Your wish is my command." And with that, Ghost pulled off the cloak.
Duo couldn't help but stare, his jaw coming totally unhinged. Ghost was absolutely gorgeous. He...yes, Duo finally figured out Ghost was male, though very petite...he was simply beautiful. Ghost had waist length hair, which was very fine and wispy. It was a few shades blonder than Duo's own hair. Ghost had the front pulled back into a braid, leaving the rest down. Crimson and black cords were woven into the plaits of his braid.
Ghost was only about 5'5", maybe 5'6", and very petite. He moved with an almost ethereal grace, seeming almost to drift from place to place. He was well muscled, his lithe frame sculpted into an almost statuesque beauty. He wore crimson leather armbands halfway up his upper arm, and loose fitting black leather pants, held in by a belt that looked as if it were made from some blood-red gems, perhaps rubies. A pair of black leather boots, which made no sound at all when their wearer moved, graced Ghost's feet.
Ghost was not unarmed. Duo could see the outline of a knife, sheathed in either boot, and he bore a whip coiled at his waist, made from black and crimson leather and split at the very end, each smaller strap tipped with a small, curved spike. Ghost stood there for a minute, allowing Duo to look him over. Duo finally looked up to stare into the beautiful face before him and froze. An unholy light glittered in those gray eyes, and a rather wicked smirk was etched on those flawless features. Ghost laughed softly, his voice as seductive and silky as ever.
"One more question or request, Mr. Maxwell, and then perhaps I will tell you why I'm here."
Duo stared harder into those bottomless gray eyes, and in icy chill gripped him. He shrugged it off and asked his next question. He still didn't know why he had ever thought of it, and didn't know how it could be possible, but he asked it anyways. It was more a statement than a question. "You did it. You raped Quatre, didn't you."