AN: Okay.. I totally made this chapter First, because I had the time, Two, I really wanted to write it. Unfortunately, my muse decided to stop at a place I wasn't too keen on stopping at. But it was all for the best. I enjoyed it... BUT, GOODNESS, HOW I WAITED TO PUT SOME SEX! Haha... Yes... Nine chapters with only sexual tension and angst is not me. First, my essays, then everything else, alright?

Only one review. Hm... Thank you!

karina001: I always thought that some underground ride would be awesome! Of course, if anything goes wrong, my parents wouldn't have to pay for too much of a funeral service. .

Milliardo

"So that's how it is," I said slowly, "That's everything."

"Oh, of course not." Treize smiled, and after almost a forty-five minute ride, suddenly I realized that he had cornered Wufei and me to the end of the silver limo. My thighs were touching both of them, and Treize was making no secret that he was enjoying the touch, and Wufei was glaring solidly at me, as if it was somehow my fault that we were stuck. Across from us was the little container full of the free wines or soda, and, if Wufei or I were to try to escape the little confine, we would have to walk over Treize's legs. Wufei snarled irritably.

Personally, I didn't care either way. Treize was amiable in explaining various things that needled their way into various vague memories, memories I knew would destroy me if I ever remembered them. Darkness obscured my vision as I thought too hard or dug too deep, there was something deeper to what he was saying, something I was forgetting.

"What is it, Milliardo? Do you remember anything?" Treize whispered in my ear.

"Huh?" Something plucked into my mind, a face, a terrible face, and the pain, fear, and humiliation... "Who's Dekim?"

My thoughts were shot: someone bit my earlobe so hard that I knew it was pierced straight through. I couldn't even remember what I just said- what just happened? "Now, I didn't say anything about Dekim, now keep trying. Remember all that I just said, but don't think so much," a faraway voice spoke. I looked around, unaware of my surroundings. I turned to my right, where squished against the wall shielding the front...seats, an Asian boy stared at me in confused horror. I looked down at my hands to see if I somehow had a weapon of suspicious use, or blood, but all I saw was a uniform, where sewn was a pocket with the emblem reading Barton Academy. Didn't I go to school there?

"What the hell did you do to him!?" the Asian boy screamed.

"I only prevented him from remembering something dangerous and unnecessary."

"What's so dangerous about him?"

"Who?" I inquired.

"The man whose name you just said," my peer- I surmised him as since his shirt bore the same emblem as mine- remarked contemptuously, "Trowa's-"

His words were caught in his throat. A large, young man exuding a powerful aura of... of something... was holding a beautifully custom-made silver gun, with inlaid rose insignias and the like. This, too, seemed familiar. When the ginger-haired man caught me staring at it, he gave me a scared look, something that he probably didn't have very often, and put the formidable weapon away into his coat. "Don't say his name, Wufei. Milliardo doesn't know he exists, and, well, the powers that be deem it more fit if he never does know."

"You mean Peacecraft doesn't remember that he exists, don't you?"

"Yes."

"Who's Milliardo? Who's Peacecraft?" I asked, so completely befuddled I was quite convinced at that moment that I had lost my mind. Who were these people and why was I riding with them in what seemed like a luxurious limo? No, it was a limo, though the chauffeur seemed to be female; that threw me off slightly, until I was toppled completely by the fact that I didn't know my own name.

"I'm Milliardo Peacecraft, aren't I?" Memories flooded my mind in rapid succession, in no particular order of time or importance. Even when I remembered these, I knew that in remembering, I was going to forget something else, something tragically important... Something about Trowa's... Trowa's what?

Mr. Kushrenada, that was his name, he leaned against me and grasped my chin firmly, so that he could stare into my eyes and I could stare into his. For some time, we looked at each other thus until the woman up front driving- Lady Une- called back, "Your Excellency, we have arrived at the Peacecraft residence. Lady Peacecraft has arrived home before us."

"Fifteen more minutes. I had to do Repression quite unexpectedly."

"The police have the home surrounded."

Mr. Kushrenada frowned, then shrugged. "How about a little risk, Lady?"

"Shall we go in with him, sir?

"Yes, but first, so that he doesn't say anything unnecessary," He squeezed my jaw, his other hand busy kneading my thigh. "What do you remember about the past, say, about an hour or so ago, Milliardo? And what parts are you absolutely prohibited from repeating to anyone but the little gang you have met in the school lobby?"

His question rattled inside my head for a few minutes, and each second passed with him clutching me harder and harder with his left hand, but all I could remember was even earlier thoughts, years ago thoughts, when I first held Relena in my arms, gave my mother her first mother's day present, and father and my first hunting trip.

"Sir, Relena and the others are out front. I will drive around and change the camouflage to a taxi. Will both he and Wufei come out together?"

"I didn't think about that, but yes. He would provide a good alibi," Treize answered, appraising Lady with pride as they shared a look in the rearview mirror, but returned his gaze to me. "Milliardo, think hard. I can't have you accidentally saying anything, especially not in front of your family, you see."

"You want me to remember something that I'm not supposed to talk about? Wouldn't it be better if I didn't remember it at all?"

Wufei snorted. "Then it would have been a tremendous waste of time to have told you in the first place."

"Not only that, but then you would enter a conversation knowing forbidden things only after you have said them. You are more prepared by knowing beforehand, no? Now come on, we have mere minutes. How about school?"

"It's been destroyed!" I suddenly thought aloud. The floors and floors of stone and plaster, the great insignia of the American Eagle flying upwards. Barton Academy, the most prestigious school in all the city was now nothing more than a crumbled heap. I looked out the window, noticing my house down the street as we turned a corner. My mother would be terrified; she probably had called the FBI and everything already. "I have to get home!"

"Milliardo, not now. What did we talk about in the car? You must not speak of any of it."

"Except to Duo and the others..."

"Exactly. Now, was habt ich gesagt?"

"What... had I said...Is that right?" Treize nodded, and then that memory relocated itself to my conscious thought. "You were talking about the Orbs, how they were created about a couple thousand-"

"No, about one," Wufei corrected.

"Right, a little more than one thousand years ago, the massacre of humans and demons in Hell and Earth amassed enormous amounts of pure spiritual energy. One type of demon, D class, thought to gather some of the energy into usable power sources. At first, he didn't know how-"

"Who is he?"

This messed up my thinking, and I browsed my mind for a long minute, then said, "You didn't say who...."

"Gut."

"But eventually, other powers got wind of this idea, stronger powers. Eventually, black magic progressed on this 'ensnaring rampant energy' so much that some families figured out that some species of high-class demons could gather energies themselves."

"What kind?"

"Incubi, or sex demons, and only high-class ones like yourself. But the first of these demons with rampant energies gathered in them would die in exorcism with a human, or such a demon would impregnate a human woman, immediately transferring the powers to that person. The earliest demonic families gathered these humans, sucked the powers from them, but were then unable to transfer the energy back to Hell, because the energy had been tainted by human... human...

"Pureness," Wufei said.

"How ironic. So, to keep track of the powers, which had by then dwindled to only about a thousand humans after being transferred from incubi in Hell to us on earth, bred those humans together until only a handful of humans existed with the powers of energies, which had materialized its forms in Orbs. The Elemental Orbs are those that had been centered by humans focused in their cultures on the elements. Demons put this focus to work, rearranging the powers by certain similarities made by human carriers of Orbs: Earth, Air, Fire, Water, Light, Darkness, Lust, Sloth- everything personified is made to fit into certain packs that travel a bloodline.

"Five hundred years ago, demons began crossbreeding strong demons and incubi, vampires, and werewolves with the Orb carriers, strengthening the Orbs. Making them one of the most sought after treasures on earth besides scions, or the descendants of regular bloodlines that have had demon in them, and other mixed breeds.

"Wars have erupted in Hell over the last century until only the elite know about the Orbs. In this reincarnation, four have been detected: the Elemental Orbs."

"Ours," Wufei said.

"Several groups, many unknown- or at least you say so- have been working on gathering our powers- because it is possible for it to be somehow utilized by demons; the newest being impregnating a human with pure demon seed untainted by demonic power except the incubus power to absorb energy."

"Barton's plight."

"The other being for personal gain of the Winner family, whose devices are completely unknown even to you, Mr. Kushrenada."

"Or Maxwell, for that matter."

"And, of course, you wouldn't tell us why you have kept us."

"I have, however," protested Mr. Kushrenada, "given you ideas on what I'm going to do to you."

That didn't dwell neatly into my head. "Yes. You said your are going to fuck us and make us the best little pets in the world."

"Klar! And now we are back!" The limo door opened. "Hurry out the both of you. They can't see me, but they can see you two coming out of a taxi, so make an excuse that is the most becoming." He all but shoved us out the limo, which had transformed half its size and changed yellow with ABC on the hood. Wufei stumbled behind me, and Treize calmly exited the vehicle, which drove off with hardly a noise. That, or the roar of yelling and shouts and snapping pictures and whirring cameras deafened the sound of the car driving off.

"There he is!"

"Who is he with?"

"Were you at the school, Mr. Peacecraft? Have you just left?" Now, the three of us had reached them. Like gnats, they gathered their microphones and lights around our heads, buzzed their millions of questions, but Treize pushed me through most of them to my mother and sister, both who hugged and squeezed me and asked several questions of their own, but the reporters were louder and more insistent, I couldn't make a word out of what they were saying. So then I pushed them inside, evidently where the police were keeping away the hoard of paparazzi.

As soon as I got inside: "Milliardo! Where have you been?! Your hair is a mess. Please don't tell me you're an arsonist. The school is gone in a rubble. Who is this boy? Is he your friend? Did you two work together? I was so worried!"

"I'm close to showing myself and choking the life out of her," Mr. Kushrenada warned, and I guessed that my sister and mother couldn't hear him. I thought quickly to placate my mother.

"Mother, I'm not an arsonist. This is my friend Chang Wufei,"-he bowed- "and I got a ride with him. We started talking about our new teacher."

"An abominable person, Mrs. Peacecraft," Wufei added, giving Mr. Kushrenada a gloating look.

The teacher only said, "You'll regret that."

"Yes, he's very strict... And since Wufei's probably the only one that learned the basics-"

"You mean the curse words," Relena joked, sleepy sounding; I rolled my eyes.

"Whatever. I thought I could study at his house. As soon as we saw the news about the school, I came over to calm your nerves."

"Sweetheart," my mother whispered, sounding close to tears, "they said that they found your car. It had a bomb in it, along with numerous photos of yourself and our family. And, you said that you were 'getting a ride' with a friend. Why would you do that if you had your own car?"

The policeman, a man shorter than me with bushy black hair and tired eyes, that was guarding the door came up close to me. "That's right, Mr. Peacecraft."

Why had I said that? I did have my own car... But then I concocted something else, which gave what I had said before a proper alibi. Behind me, Mr. Kushrenada was cursing, Wufei clenched his fists periodically.

"My car wouldn't start with my key, mom. You were in such a rush to call a tow that I forgot to tell you."

"Were you sitting on the seat, Mr. Peacecraft?" the policeman asked.

Somehow, instead of answering in a logical way, like saying yes, I said, "No. I was talking to Wufei outside the car and was trying to start the car early. It wouldn't turn on, so Wufei offered me a ride."

"That checks out."

My mother asked, "What do you mean?"

"The car wouldn't have been activated by its bomb unless there was significant weight in the driver's seat, at least 120 pounds," the man explained, writing on a small notepad, "And the ignition would only start when the bomb was activated."

"That would explain why my car wouldn't start," Wufei remarked, and I suddenly remembered that his car must still be in the lot, too. "I was trying to turn it on while I thought how to clean up the oatmeal. We guessed that someone had put gum in our ignitions, so we called a cab and thought to resolve the issue with a person of authority tomorrow."

"Or get the janitor to clean out our ignitions," I finished.

"Well, that would explain the two cars in the lot- a Chrysler and Jetta, correct?"

We nodded dumbly. I looked at Wufei, and his eyes said the same thing: What happened to Trowa Barton's Charger?

"Well, that leaves no leads whatsoever."

"What about cameras?" Mr. Kushrenada punched me in the back.

But the officer was shaking his head. "Seems like whatever the bomber had used to blow up the school had wrecked the recording system. Nothing but static on all of the cameras; it's a big mystery."

"What about that new teacher?" my mother recalled. "You had detention with him right?"

"Remember, mom, I called you earlier than it was finished? He had other matters to attend to and let me off the hook."

"Oh."

The officer sighed. "That... That's really all there is. Good thing no one was hurt... I suspect you didn't see anyone suspicious?" We shook our heads. "Who would want to blow up a school that's empty?" He sighed again. "Well, Mrs. Peacecraft and family and friends, I'll get these guys out your yard and will be heading back to HQ. You figure anything out, or remember anything suspicious, you give us a call. We might visit again for a follow-up, alright?"

"Yes, sir."

"Wait!" my mother screamed, "Who was trying to bomb my child?!"

"Ma'am, from the location of the cars, and the intensity at which the bombs would have exploded, the bomber would not have been aiming only for your kid, but for the whole damn parking lot. If either kid had got in his car normally at a normal hour, like right after school, that school and its grounds would be nothing but another Death Crater."

I thought of something else, hoping I wasn't digging a ditch for myself: "Do you think that we were supposed to set off the bomb in the school by turning on our cars, and when that didn't happen, the bomber just decided to blow up the whole school?"

The officer began writing quickly. "Boy, wouldn't have thought of that if you hadn't said it. It just might be true." He looked up again, scanning our eyes with his dreary black ones. "Well, I gotta go. See you guys later."

"Good-bye, Officer Walker," my mother called, her voice deafened when he opened the door and a barrage of questions flurried in. It stopped abruptly when he closed the door again. Now, there was the awkward silence that always was drifting between a liar and a doubter. I had said 'mom' way too many times, and Wufei didn't look near as comfortable as he should. Relena was eying me with a confused little glare, but she shrugged and went away, swaying a bit on her feet, without saying anything to me. My mother gave me THE EYE, the most treacherous weapon in all the world, the I-know-you-because-I-used-to-change-your-diaper eye, and how it told untold amounts of pain she suffered and how DARE I try to lie to her when telling the truth could very well save my life. I just hope she didn't ask...

"You wouldn't lie to me, would you, son?"

I steeled my mind. "Of course not, mother." Mr. Kushrenada laughed.

"You would tell me if you were in any kind of trouble... Won't you?"

"Yes."

She still seemed unsatisfied, but I was too shy to hug her or console her in a physical way in front of Wufei, or Mr. Kushrenada for that matter. I just settled guiltily for shuffling my feet as she continued to look at me.

"Where's your backpack?" she asked.

"I was thinking of spending the night as well," I answered, quick as lightning.

"No offense, Wufei," she said, "but I don't know you very well, and feel apprehensive of letting you spend the night together. Where do you live?"

"Alone with my fiancee, Meilan, in Maple Place."

"Meilan? Noin's friend?"

"Yes, ma'am."

Mother brightened considerably. "Well, then that's fine. I know you've come from a respectable family now."

Mr. Kushrenada gagged.

"You can stay as long as you want, Milliardo, as I take it that school in this entire county will be out for awhile." She seemed tired, walking away to the living room. "Sorry for doubting you and Mr. Kushrenada, but I was quite,"- she yawned-"scared to see you gone. And I apologize to you too, Wufei." No, she seemed more than tired, nearly exhausted, like how Mr. Treize was when he did the whatever with the keys and our Orbs. Stumbling on her feet, it must have taken her everything to get to the sofa, where her head hit the pillow, and she promptly fell asleep, actually snoring. I started upstairs to my room.

"Where are you going?" Wufei asked me, yet followed me all the same.

"I need my toothbrush.... And my hairbrush... Change of clothes- I really don't see how mom couldn't see right through me." I ventured down the hall, finding my sister's room partly open on the other side. In there, she was slumbering as well.

The air felt... heavy.

"Why are they so sleepy?" Wufei asked me.

Automatically, I responded, "I bet Treize knows." But I wasn't sure of that, and Mr. Kushrenada didn't say yay or nay.

I gathered my things, trying hard not to think too deeply about anything, especially not about I was trying to remember before... Before my amnesia? How long did I forget my own name? What was I doing? After Treize talked about all this history of the Orbs, he said he was on sort of 'mission', competing against at least a hundred other demons in this city for the Elements. And it wasn't because he was here first, matter-of-fact, he was pretty late in the game, but he was the most bold because, as he said it, he had the least to lose, which really meant he had the most: This was an all or nothing competition. For reasons unknown to me, his mission will make or break him as an Ancient League member. This was the same for Heero Yuy and Quatre Winner, they'll win or die. The others in the background had the most to lose, and the least. It wasn't exactly imperative for them to have Orbs, for they are originally very powerful, but they want them the most and had made it their lives' goals to capture them.

From past research, it was best to extract the power of the Orbs before the holders reach the age of eighteen, for that's when the powers would reach their peak, and the holders would absorb the Orb completely. For over two centuries, this hasn't happened. Some demon was successful in his plan to take the power of the Elements, disrupting the energies between all of them. Like nature itself, the unbalanced nature of one Orb when its power is displaced into another- or taken away completely- affects all other three. Which means that if even one Orb changes, even if the other carriers reach the age of eighteen, their elemental powers would stagger or drop, often resulting in death or insanity.

When does the Orb power start generating, was what Wufei had asked. It usually beings at puberty, but unnaturally traumatic experiences could bring out the power early. Yes, many demons have succeeded in retrieving Orb power this way. At this part, Treize was trying not to look into my eye, which was actually serving more to the purpose of me noticing that he wasn't trying to look at me, something almost the same as catching my gaze. And this is when I started thinking about my rape in eighth grade. A part of my life that shock therapy was supposed to make me forget, and what medicine was supposed to fix. I didn't tell anyone that the expensive procedure didn't work, or that I hadn't taken my medicine in two years. Why would I? I don't remember most of what happened, just the little details, like the rapist was a middle-aged man with a prominent chin and an irritating voice, and spoke a foreign language. He enjoyed choking me a lot, scratching my chest. He wasn't even finished when I had passed out. Everything was fine so far- but did that time have anything to do with the Orb.

My mind screamed yes, you fool!

"Milliardo!"

I jumped at the sound of Treize's angry voice. He was standing outside the door, Wufei at his side looking down at me.

When had we gotten inside? I had missed the whole ride to...Treize's house.

"This place fits you, Mr. Kushrenada," I said, politely, eying the bushes preened to perfection with interest. This huge place was easily half a million dollars, especially with the gigantic yards, the perfectly paved four-car driveway, and heaven knows how many rooms and bathrooms. It didn't hurt that it was blocked off by a gate all around its property. As I noticed more and more features of Mr. Kushrenada's residence, I upped the price. Could have easily been a million. The house looked a lot smaller from the front twenty yards away. Up close, well, it's obvious, he was living it quite nice here on Earth.

Wufei wasn't so impressed: "You mean it's gaudy like him." He even snorted when Lady Une opened the door for us, which, much to both our surprise, led to what seemed to be Mr. Kushrenada's master bedroom. A... A single bedroom.

Treize laughed a broken, greedy laugh. "My, how long have I waited for this moment, Lady?" He pulled our shocked selves inside.

"For approximately twenty years, sir," she answered, promptly closing the door behind us, the Gothic ceiling echoing the sound. She opened the door again, but instead of it leading back outside, a kitchen was there. She went in and closed the door again, the exit/entrance clicking and locking itself in various places. I could see some knobs twist and turn.

My mouth was dry.

"While Lady makes us dinner- Milliardo, put your bag down, had stuff for you anyway- I will point out the... foundations of our little relationship. Since I hope for a quick fuck before dinner," Treize smiled, "let's take off our clothes."