And He Doth Descended Into the Depths of Heaven
-Part Twelve-
Kuriyamimizu

© The same as always

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)

Kuri holds up a new sign: More Gundam Boy torture ahead, MUCH more shonen ai and tons of WEIRD SHIT!!!!

I FINALLY GOT TO THE 1x2 SCENE! IT JUST HAPPENS TO BE THE OPENING OF THIS SEGMENT :) Fanfic net readers, you may have to just skip to part thirteen, ‘cause all this part is, is GLORIOUS SEX!!!!  (get the unabridged version at my website, thank you :_  )

 Heero smiled at me, warmly, with something that was affection and longing in the same time. He just nodded, he still didn’t say anything. In all honesty I didn’t want him to say anything, I just wanted –him-.

 I started simply enough, from where I was perched on his chest I leaned down and kissed his sweet, pouting mouth and then the rest of his face, his cheeks, his forehead, his chin, just under his chin. I had to taste every little bit of him, feel every inch, know his skin and claim it as my own, because it was destined to be mine. I was possessed of a strange madness and I loved it.

 From under his chin I kissed his neck, nibbling and sucking, giving him a well earned and long deserved hickey, or two or three--- I couldn’t tell what I was doing. It was like the shadow boy had come out but this was all me, and I loved it. His chest was rising in an irregular pattern and every now and then I could hear the slight gasps he gave after a particular movement or gesture exited him. I kept on going relentlessly.

 Kissing his collar bone I raised my eyes up to meet his own, silently asking him if he would allow me to stop. Not if he wanted me to, because I already knew the answer to that question, I was asking if he could make me keep going.

 One deep throated groan of displeasure was all that it took to let my mouth once again start on it’s exploration of my Heero’s body. At his flat, chiseled stomach I stopped for a moment and simply brought my hands up and splayed them across it, watching him. Then without warning I tickled. I caught him completely and utterly off guard, and in that moment I heard the most beautiful sound that I had ever heard in my entire existence. I heard Heero Yuy laugh. With a gratified smile I went down and kissed his stomach, ducking my tongue into his navel for just a moment. I leaned my elbows on his stomach and looked at him.

“Ne, Heero-kun, you know what?” I grinned at him with my most winning smile, my brightest eyes, and my most mischievous tone. He didn’t ask, but I knew that he wanted to know. “I’m between your legs Heero . Do you know how long I’ve wanted to be here?”

 With a burst of energy born of mischief I leaned back until I was off of him completely and resting on my knees, watching him huffing slightly like a fish out of water.

“What would you do if I stopped Heero ? Would you come after me? Force me to see how much you love me? I don’t know, I just know that I’ve wanted this for so long that I can’t remember...”

 I leaned back in, kissing the insides of his legs, up his thighs, and ever closer to his pelvis. I stared up at him over the tip of himself, which was an interesting place to be.

“Getting a little mountainous in the south ne Heero?”

 I kissed the tip and watched him shiver in ecstasy that he most likely had never felt before. I placed my hands on his hips and smiled at him, running my cheek up a leg and still looking at him steadily.

“I’m going to melt the ice in your eyes Heero. I want to see you smile. I want---“

 I found myself at a loss for words, but where English failed, Spanish excelled.

“Yo quiero, yo necesito, tu, mi amore.”

 Heero looked slightly bewildered and I figured his Spanish wasn’t up to par. I laid down on top of him once again, feeling him poking me as my hips were so close to his own. I wrapped my arms around his neck and whispered in his ear. “I want, I need, you, my love.”

“And before I fuck you, I’m going to kiss every inch of you, and know that you’re –mine-.”

 And I proceeded to do just that. My whole body still ached, I hadn’t slept enough, I was exhausted on several levels. Still I needed to go forward, I wanted to give myself to Heero, and I needed him to give himself to me.

 Fusei and Alex exchanged a quick high-five. Fusei smiled appreciatively at Alex. /That was skill chibi./

 Alex smiled, a bit too maliciously for anyone’s good. /Yeah, I know it, but you know what? He’s such a big sleeper that he won’t notice. As long as neither of them,/ she paused, trying to find a tactful way to say what she needed to. /As long as neither of them reaches a climax within the other then we’re okie-day./

 Fusei blinked. / But what about outside?/

 Alex shrugged. / I guess that’s okay---/

 Fusei blinked again. / That seems a little backasswards./

 Alex looked over at Fusei and raised an eyebrow. /Backasswards?/

 Fusei grinned. /Yeah, it’s my word./

/oh./
 

 Heero let out a long, low, shuddering moan as I took just his tip into my mouth, sucking as if I’d just found a lollypop. I moved my tongue slowly over him, and I knew that it was too much, too much feeling. When he tried to thrust into me I moved so that he couldn’t, denying him what he wanted.

“Nu-uh Heero-kun, not yet.”

 I could swear that I heard him mutter something to the effect of ‘kisama’ but I wasn’t sure. I smiled as I leaned on my elbows, looking at him conversationally.

“These boxers are not you at all. They need to come off RIGHT now!”

 Heero didn’t seem to object. He actually helped me a whole lot with wiggling his hips in assisting the removal of the offensive piece of clothing. Once he was lying there in just his own skin was when my mind really glazed over. Coherent thought around that point would have been close to impossible. With my own, thin, almost shaking hands I reached up as I leaned forward and just cupped his face in my hands.

“Oh Heero---“ for a  long moment I could say nothing more, just taking a moment to drown in his deep blue eyes. “Heero, you’re so beautiful.”

 I leaned up and tasted his lips again, in a chaste almost butterfly kiss, never getting enough of the sensation of his lips against my own. He reached up and caught my wrist, staring at me evenly. He brought my palm down, curling my fingers about his own and kissed my knuckles. That was perfect, he was perfect. This whole situation was something straight out of a dream, but the problem of my sinking eyelids hit me like a ton of bricks. I couldn’t fall asleep now, not when I was so close to fulfilling a dream that I had lived out millions of times before!

Rolling over and off to the side where my bedside dresser was, I reached into one of the drawers and fumbled around. The lubricant wasn’t there. Then I remembered that Trowa had borrowed it the other day, mentioning something about favoring a strawberry flavor. I growled my frustration and distress in such a manner that Heero looked over my way quizzically, the blush on his face making him look like an embarrassed school girl. I smiled slowly, and rather sheepishly.

“Sorry Heero…no lube…”

 He shrugged evenly, and I watched trying not to drool as his shoulders worked, the muscles gliding under his smooth skin. I thought about it and then grinned.

“That’ll work then.” When I finished talking to myself I turned back to Heero and smiled. “I’ve been known to give a good blow job, could you use one?”

 The tiny smile that lurked on his lips told me everything that I needed to know. I slunk across the bed to kneel just in front of Heero’s southern area. I smiled slowly as I stared at possibly the most beautiful sight that I had ever seen in my life, Heero’s manhood, standing at attention the way that a proper soldier ought to, erect and intent on it’s purpose.

 I couldn’t help but smile, and then I took him into my mouth, bringing him completely into my mouth, letting my throat go lax to accommodate him. He was a big boy, I could honestly say that. And he was also very eager to get off, but that wasn’t something that he was going to tell me through words, rather he showed it to me by thrusting into me. That I didn’t mind at all, I had only expected something of the like. I encouraged him, letting my hands find their way to his hips and rocking him back and forth, assisting his motion. I played with him, teasing him best I could with my tongue, trying to make sure that he enjoyed himself to the maximum that he could. The more that I thought about it the more I resented Trowa for taking my lubricant. I was really going to have a talk with him.

 With a long sigh he came, his seed pouring down my throat. Reflexively I gulped, catching everything that he offered me. It was something intense for him, I could tell by the look on his face. I hoped that I could stay awake long enough to curl up next to him. I didn’t want to fall asleep in the particular position that I was in right at that moment.

 He beat me to motion. He sat up and pulled me up by my shoulders. I don’t think it would be that difficult for him, I am proudly a shrimp. He was staring at me with a very strange expression and I almost got the feeling that he was angry at me. If that were the case then he needed to get a couple of things straight in his mind. I was the one that just sucked down his juices and if nothing else he ought to be a bit grateful. He leaned forward and kissed me, his mouth catching my own hungrily and one hand reaching down to take my fully erect length into the palm of his hand. He smiled slightly as I squeaked, but he wouldn’t let me out of the kiss he’d locked me into. He pulled me with his free hand up into his lap and started stroking me.

 I shuddered and moaned, half dazed and half asleep, letting the sensations rock over my being. He was touching me, he was kissing me, it was a wonderful dream. And I was getting very close to a climax. I was easy to get off, I had always figured that it would be a downfall. Masturbation just wasn’t any fun for me, because it was too easy to get off. Somehow though, Heero kept me on the ragged edge of myself, locked somewhere between bliss and almost pain.

“He-Heero!”

 I was very aware that my voice sounded rather off. Somewhere in the very back of my mind the other boy was watching me, and grinning.

(You’re an easy lay Maxwell)

 I pushed him out of my consciousness completely. I didn’t want to hear him, I didn’t need to think about him. All I needed right then was Heero. My world had moved down to simply a place of sensation, and I was caught in a moment that I both wished that I could desperately hold to, but also be let out of. It came to my attention that he’d stopped kissing me a little while ago to allow me to pant. Not breath mind you, but pant. I felt like such a cheap whore, but a loved one at that. I had my legs spread as far apart as I could get them and thrust evenly with Heero’s ministrations to me. But I still couldn’t quite reach that point I needed to, I was so close, it clawed within me.

 All that I could seem to do was to let low, kitten-like whimpers exit from my throat, desperately trying to tell Heero how much I needed release. Dimly I felt him move me off his lap and I felt the bed shift. He took me into his mouth and that was all that I needed. Two or three sharp thrusts later I was gone, completely dead to the world. I could see, hear, touch, but I couldn’t move. I was sweating like I’d just run several miles without stopping and my Japanese companion wasn’t in much better shape than I was. He came to join me after licking his lips for a moment. He grabbed a sheet and wrapped us both in it, bringing me into his arms and against him. The entire time he hadn’t said a word. Now he spoke, whispering in my ear.

“Sleep.”

 I didn’t need any more encouragement than that. I was asleep within seconds confidant in two things. One, that Heero would still be there in the morning, or two, were he not then I would go and kick his ass.

 Alex smiled and nodded. /Crisis abated./

 Fusei nodded, but looked rueful. /How long can we keep them from doing that though?/

 Alex was silent for a moment and then piped up, looking thoughtful. /I could ‘misplace’ the lube, but that would get Trowa and Quatre pissy too…/

 Fusei laughed. /Sometimes I think you really are just as evil as you ought to be./

/Why thank you./

/Something wrong chibi?/ Fusei looked at the little girl and noted that there was a very distant look on her face.

/They aren’t going to screw./

/How can you tell that?/

/Because it’s entirely possible that Duo won’t survive tomorrow./

*Heero POV*

 I pulled him to me, his body shaking slightly as panting breaths still moved through his form. This was the most perfect experience that I had ever lived through. I dimly was aware of a rather intense want to take our activities further than we just had, but for some reason I decided against that. If he were tired then I would let him sleep. Sex could wait for some other time.

 As he slept he let out a soft sigh and I could swear that in that moment I felt my heart melt. All the walls that I had constructed to prevent myself from feeling came crashing down as if they had never existed in the first place. He was mine, body, mind and soul, and willingly of all things.  I smiled as I buried my face in his hair and let myself sleep. Still something lingered on the outside of my mind, warning me of something to come. It was the same instinct that served my valiantly when sensors were down on Wing. Sometimes I just had to –feel- things out. That was what I was doing at this moment, feeling things out, and my senses said that there was something very bad about to happen. I looked down at the sleeping boy next to me and whispered under my breath,

“Don’t worry koi, nothing touches you while you’re in my arms.”

 I smiled as I saw a little smile float onto his lips. It may have been the effect of him dreaming, but I was almost positive that the smile was meant for me.

 Quatre sat in the small window that was the portal out of his shared room with Trowa, to the outer world. He held a steaming  mug of tea in his hands and a distant look in his eyes. The air around him was positively throbbing with things to come and half whispered by the fates themselves. Over on their bed, Trowa rolled over lazily, half awake and half asleep. Quatre smiled to him and pushed at his subconscious, making his eyes inadvertently fall shut. He didn’t like to control people, but sometimes it became necessary in the course of things.

 He knew that Dorthy was watching him too, on the other side of the wall. He could feel her mind touching his lightly, as if she were a small child holding to one of his fingers simply for the reason of confirming that he was still with her. It was easy to get lost when one was small he mused, thinking back to some times when it seemed as if he would positively drown in the seas of faceless people drifting around him. And then his father had been there, lifting him onto his shoulders and smiling that winning smile. Oftentimes they would go and have ice cream or play in a park. Those were good days; a wave of regret washed through him at their passing. He acknowledged the hurt but didn’t encourage it to stay. Pain was best seen and left to pass on. It was better to do things that way anyway.

 When he looked out the window again he saw the Griffin, sitting on it’s haunches and smiling at him, the thin wisps of black vapor still curling about it’s form. He smiled over at Stephanie who was tensing to fight.

“It has no intention of trying to kill me now chibi. Calm thyself.”

 The absolute calm and assurance in Quatre’s voice did nothing to assure Stephanie of anything.

/You’re in danger whether you accept the fact or not. Get back to bed boy, it’s late and your lover is sleeping alone!/

 Quatre smiled at his little sister. In an earnest voice he spoke, looking to his sleeping partner. “Allah forbid that he ever sleep alone again.”

 With that little reverent sentence Quatre rose from his place in the window, downing what was left of his tea and slipped under the covers. In the darkness he whispered and Stephanie could imagine, as well as kind of see the sad little smile that rested on his lips.
/Have a good evening Stephanie./

 Hilde walked about her apartment, straightening things up and moving furniture around to match her change in taste. Her hips twitched to the slow and rhythmic beat of the song playing in her ears. She smiled and walked to the refrigerator, still listening with a quiet smile to the song on the radio. It toned on in her ears, something quiet and dark and perfectly suited to her mood.

 With a steady hand she reached down and turned off the radio, letting the earphones slip from her head and then taking off the head-set completely. She had done everything that she could to avoid what she had to go and do next.

 She felt the other part of her standing impatiently at the threshold of her consciousness, waiting, waiting ever patiently.  She had been patiently niggling at the outer core of Hildy, trying to get what was left of the girl to forget her loyalty and friendship for Duo and let what needed to be done, done. She had been waiting for a long time and she had to kick things off. If she didn’t do it willingly, then things would happen on their own and in a much more painful manner.

 After months of working away at her own mind the inner Hildy had won the battle. All there was left of the other was the lingering sense of being the betrayer, fear and anxiety. Yet Hildy as a whole knew that she had to do something, and that she had to do it fast. Therefore she would do something, and make sure that Duo took the least damage because of it.

 She walked back into her living room where the little circle of candles on her clear living room table had lighted of their own accord and now sat burning brightly. With another sigh she pulled out the little ziplock bag that had stayed locked in her pocket for a long time. Inside were three braided strands of Duo’s hair. In the middle of the circle of candles was the little doll that she had made a while back on a whim. She had decorated it with black clothes and had drawn on the material itself another little person looking out. Now all of the horrid symbolism meant something to her. With unwilling fingers she gingerly picked up the doll and tied the three strands of hair around it’s wrist.

 As she stood there in the middle of her living room, the real world seemed to phase out, leaving only herself and the darkness. She stared into the abyss, yet not too deeply, because she knew that something would stare back in turn. Her voice came from her throat, echoing in the empty atmosphere of the in-between. Her words made no sense and had no semblance of order. She raised a finger up and pointed to the place beneath the black shirt where she had drawn the second person peeking out. After that she replaced the doll to it’s exact previous location and then proceeded to collapse on her living room floor.

 Her eyes were wide and childlike and she shook all over as she curled herself into a fetal position.

“I killed him, I killed him, I killed him, I killed him, I killed him, I killed him, I killed him,” her words echoed off of the candlelit walls to come back and haunt her own ears. There was nothing in the room save her own words and the candles.

“I killed him, I killed him, I killed him.”

*DUO POV*

(It’s too bad you didn’t fuck him tonight, because now you’re dead.)

 It wasn’t just the tormenting voice in his head that disturbed my sleep, it was the aching pain in my chest, as if someone had taken a hot poker and shoved it in between my ribs. My eyes shot open and I gasped a tiny bit for air in wake of the sensation. And then it passed, and I wondered what that had been about. Closing my eyes I fell back into the void and right back to where I had been.

 There I was, standing with the bat wings and everything, looking just like Alex, only much more assured of myself. I had learned that I was a real asshole recently; by having the little chats with myself through the recurring dream that I was trapped in. I was always with myself and inevitably we ended up playing chess. Just a simple game of chess.

 When a light dipped down to appear on the glass board with the glass pieces I knew that it was back to playing games with myself.

“So, how are you?”

(Why the pleasantries? Aren’t I an ‘evil asshole, psycho, sadistic, neo-nazi from hell?)

“Well, because you’re the only thing that I can dream about and besides everything that you just mentioned and then some I suppose that somewhere in there you have to be a nice guy. After all,” I chuckled lightly to myself hiding my eyes through my smile, “you’re me aren’t you?”

 The boy across from me nodded and took his seat on one of the two stools; where he proceeded to fold his long and graceful wings. He had taken the dark pieces; as I would have if I had ever had a chance to choose the side on which I played. Yet it seemed as if this game had always been going on between us and I had gotten nailed with the light side of the game while he always played the dark.

(I’ve been better, what about you?)

 I smiled, relieved that I wouldn’t have to fight with him. I didn’t have the will to fight this evening, it seemed as if I had lost something of myself.

“About the same actually.”

 He nodded and I contemplated the pieces. It was slightly annoying because outside of this dream I could barely play chess. When Quatre had challenged me the other day I got slaughtered. As I looked over the prismatic and  shining board I realized that he was winning.

“Hey, when did you get ahead?”

 My voice sounded very burnt out, even to my own ears. The glittering light reflecting off of the chess board shone down on the floor beneath us, refracted and muddled through the glass squares that it fell through. I couldn’t seem to place the feeling that was working through me at that moment. As I stared at the other boy I realized two things. At those realizations that I knew I wouldn’t recall when I woke up, I shook my head and moved my next piece, forcing me to kill him, but by doing so leaving himself open to attack.

 He smiled at me, amused at my epiphany and moved, taking my own move, as he expected it, but I had known that he would. We kept on playing and no words were exchanged, because we both knew what would be said.

*Heero POV*

 I woke up the next morning with Duo still curled up tightly next to me. I let myself fall free of him and rolled off of the bed. I meandered into the bathroom and took care of business after which I returned and crawled back into bed with the braided idiot.

 The normal and still slightly sane me would have told me to go and get some coffee and start the day, but another part of me told me that I ought to stay, and protect him. From what I couldn’t be particularly sure.

Over on my left sunlight filtered into the room, it’s golden fingers voyaging through the little slats in the blinds to travel over our bodies and the blanket that covered them. I sat there for a moment, staring at Duo, curled up by himself now, his arms brought to his chest and an unidentifiable expression resting on his face.
 
 In the back of my mind, instinct told me that there was something wrong. Something seemed very off to my mind, and yet as I studied him I could see nothing at all. What I saw was grace and beauty and peace and something so wonderful and untouchable that I had always known that I could never have it. And yet I had Duo. He had given himself to me and expected nothing back from me at all.

 I brought my hands up to my cheeks, my fingertips resting where his had. Last night he had called me his love; in an indirect way he had told me that he loved me. I could still feel his phantom fingertips, playing over my chest and my body, his loose hair tickling my bare skin and his gorgeous smile. All mine. He was all mind and those memories would stay locked in my mind forever, there to hold the moment and treasure it. I couldn’t believe that it had happened, but I had fallen in love with someone, I, Heero Yuy could love someone. I had never thought that I heart trained to stay solid and cold could ever harbor something as deep and twisted, complex and wonderful as love.

 As I watched his shoulders rise and fall with the rhythmic pattern of his breath I realized that he was trembling. Thinking back to the various times that I had found him curled up in large sweat-shirts and lots of layering I realized that he must get cold easily. I moved to him and wrapped my arms around him, bringing him to me. Even curled against me he trembled. And then I heard something.

 Looking down I saw the look on Duo’s face and realized that something was severely wrong. He was mewling in his sleep, small sounds of pain and distress. The trembling that moved over his entire frame was becoming more and more violent. As I watched in silent shock his range of motion moved from little shudders to flailing, spasmodic movements over which he clearly had no control. For thirty awful seconds I sat frozen and then it hit me like a truck. He was having a seizure.

 My logical thoughts all but died in that moment, and I moved. Recently we had installed a house-wide com system in case anyone needed help with anything, with Quatre being hunted by something and all. Yet now those coms served to help me. I slammed my palm into the little transceiver almost breaking the flesh on my palm from impact. With part of my body I held the flailing Duo down and with the other I held down the ‘talk’ button.

“QUATRE, TROWA, WUFEI, DORTHY ANYBODY! GET THE FUCK UP HERE AND HELP ME! DUO’S HAVING A SEIZURE, SOMEBODY CALL THE GODDAMNED PARAMEDICS!”

 I knew in the back of my mind that I could be heard without the com, in the tone I had just used, but I wanted to guarantee that someone came, that someone helped him. The same low whimpers of distress were coming from his direction and yet he was far from consciousness. The sounds of footsteps on the stairs announced that help would be arriving shortly.

 Not thinking particularly hard I brought a hand up and stroked it through his bangs, trying to calm him. In what I hoped was a soothing tone I spoke, though it was doubtful that he heard me.

“It’s all right Duo, you’re going to be fine.” I stopped for a moment, trying not to think fatalistic thoughts but couldn’t keep them completely from my mind. “Just keep breathing.”

 I heard a crash somewhere back in the real world and pulled myself out of the self-induced haze that I had been in. I saw Wufei who had just kicked the door in standing close to the wall at my back, giving directions and outlining what was going on to the best of his knowledge. He had the cell phone balanced on one shoulder and he was gesturing even though the operator obviously couldn’t see him.

“What’s wrong with Maxwell?” he hissed, worry plainly apparent on his face. I shot him a glare and said nothing at all.
 Quatre and Trowa were in the room soon after Wufei had appeared. The sight that greeted them was defiantly not what they had expected. Heero was sitting on his bed, clad in boxers that looked recently pulled on and the levelheaded Wufei practically screaming into a cell phone. In the next several minutes Wufei hung up and came over to join the first two who were assisting Heero in keeping Duo down; therefore keeping him from injuring himself.

 As the little blonde looked at Duo he noted with shock that where he thought Duo had been getting a bit thin, he looked gaunt in comparison to what he had been. His face was pale and drawn, and dark circles arced under his eyes.

“Allah Heero, what happened?”

 Quatre received no response to his whispered query, nor had he expected one.  After what seemed like a silent eternity Duo stopped moving completely. The only motion the frail boy made was to breathe, his chest rising and falling slowly, shallowly, as if each inhalation hurt him. Trowa and Quatre stood back to stand near the wall, their faces rather blank save for the compassion that haunted their eyes. Heero stayed where he was, shifting his weight off of Duo to move the unconscious boy into his lap. Wufei followed Quatre and Trowa’s example and stood near the wall. Dorthy entered the room, a towel wrapped about her and another in her hair. She blinked at the scene for a moment, had a silent argument with herself and then left again, her footsteps adding to the silence that pervaded the room.

 Wufei was the first to speak. “What happened?”

“I don’t know.”  The tone that Heero replied with was the one that was usually saved for growling out the name of Zechs. Wufei inadvertently took a step back. Quatre left the room and there was the sound of a door being opened. Everyone cleared out save Heero, who stayed tenaciously, daring anyone to tell him to move before he had to. When the paramedics came in he moved out of the way and let them do their jobs, watching every movement made like a hawk intent on prey.

 Silence reigned in the house as Duo was carried down the stairs by the paramedics, who knew through some instinctual need to survive, that if they were to drop him they would die. Heero stalked silently after them, hopping into pants and putting on a belt as he went. He pulled on a shirt and sandals as he walked out the door and no one questioned his right to follow.

 Quatre watched as Alex and Fusei joined Heero, their faces so somber that one would think that the world was ending.

(But it is ending…) He blatantly ignored the voice whispering in the back of his mind. He looked over to Trowa and Dorthy, standing at the top of the stairs and watched as Wufei jumped off of the second story, onto the first story and got onto his motorcycle to trail the ambulance.

(You know it’s true. You ought to tell them.) Quatre shook his head, his elegant face clouded with worry over much more than Duo in that moment.

“They don’t need to know it,” he whispered, trying to get the voice to go away.

 Trowa walked down the steps even as Dorthy went up them, on her way to change. Trowa looked at Quatre uncertainly, asking if they were going to go or not. The little spark of reprimand in his lover’s eyes was all that Trowa needed in the way of an answer. He nodded and went to go and get the bike helmets. As Dorthy came down and heard the motorcycle leaving she rolled her eyes.

“Everything about this damn place is drama. Why can’t you people use CARS?”

 As she walked out of the door she watched with slight fear as the door at the very end of the hallway closed, and then it’s next door neighbor. All throughout the house the air was shattered by the sound of slamming doors and windows. She backed the rest of the way out of the house, locking the door as she went. She took a deep breath to calm herself.

“Someone’s upset…”

 Alex stared at Duo with muted shock in her eyes. The one thing that she hadn’t factored, the one thing that she couldn’t have figured, would be Hildy. And then a bit of the prophecy filtered through her mind.

Two locked in immortal bond
Flesh to flesh, longing gone
Together with watchers denied what they may
She on the outside begins the fray
One is lost the other forlorn
Knife to skin and lips to horn
Sound off the battle
Come what may
Titles for another day
Lover lost, waking heart holding to a bond
Once killed and twice gone

/NOOOOOOO!!!/ Her high, shrill scream echoed through everyone’s mind, chilling them. Her eyes were glazed and tears threatened but did not fall. Fusei didn’t hear her. Heero was in the worst kind of distress and she couldn’t take her attention off of him. The fragile calm that he currently entertained was all her doing. If she were to break her thoughts then he could loose it.

 Alex brought her little hands into her hair, pulling from her distress, angry and amazingly depressed all in one heartbeat. She had come to the realization of the awful truth that she had been avoiding. He was going to have to die. There was more the prophecy than the little scrap she could remember. It was true, it was all true and she couldn’t let it happen. She wasn’t allowed to.

 Even as her large and expressive violet eyes stared into Duo’s blank ones, she saw the translucent wings that were so much like her own. Her horror was plain on her face as she saw the phantom lines that looked so much like the simple face makeup of the clown on his eyes, two horizontal, black lines, one rising up toward the crown of his head and the other reaching down toward his cheek. She shook her head and stared levelly at him, her mental voice excruciatingly calm.

/Stop breathing./

 Fusei slowly turned her head to face Alex, who was staring at Duo with shining malice in her face.

/Stop breathing/

 She couldn’t understand why the little blond demon was acting so strangely. /Stop it chibi, you don’t wish that./

 Alex reached forward a slow and deliberate hand and rested it on Duo’s windpipe. Slowly she started pushing down, cutting off his air supply. When his eyes flicked to her own she stopped and snatched her hand back. Tears did fall from her eyes.

/You need to die Duo, you need to DIE!/

*DUO POV*

 I was still sitting with myself, playing the game of chess. The odds had turned around a little bit, I was winning. I smiled at myself and he nodded, silently congratulating me on my turn of luck. He smiled evenly and spoke.

(Getting a little hard to breathe?)

 I loosened my collar just a tad and nodded. “Yeah, it is actually. I assume I’m finally dying then?” The calm in my voice startled the other me as much as it did myself. He nodded.

(Our guardian’s trying to snuff you out.)

 I smiled at him, my shadow boy that whispered in my ears, atrocities which I would never want to hear of again, much less see, and which he planned to commit with loving care.

“Really? Good for her, GO Alex!” I gave the general blackness around me a thumbs up and then stood up. I nodded over to myself and stretched.

“I’ll be back soon, I have some things to do.”

 I watched as the other me crossed a leg and moved his wings into a more comfortable position. (I’ll be waiting here for you to join me.)

 I waved and faded back into the black of my sub-consciousness, hell itself.

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