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Summary: Duo Maxwell meets the beautiful and romantic Milliardo Peacecraft. (Notice Heero is gone later in the chapter, and never returns, my mistake!)

Milliardo Peacecraft

I don't normally have dreams, and when I do, Fate does some shit to my dreams to make them the most important flashes of whatever I'll ever see in my life. So when I awoke the next day and remembered the dream, I think I took a extra few minutes of living just to remember all that happened. I knew, after more than a few minutes of cerebration, that it had to do with Treize and that Seer that we were going to meet today.

Quatre, who was sleeping in the bed with me, decided that the sooner the better we meet this guy he called him last night for tonight, and we were all to meet at around midnight at Hamstring, some vampire hideout and bar. I usually didn't go there unless I was meeting with clients. Why? THe music sucked badly, but it always manages to get stuck in my head. Jungle-cat porno music all night, it got on my nerves.

Trowa was sandwiched between Quatre and I, but at the moment he was missing from the bed, so that cuddly bear Quatre had his limbs ensnaring me in their death grip. I woke him up disentangling him. That was a bad move. Quatre Winner was no 'morning' person.

"Why in the hell are you moving? It's hardly dark!" He clutched me in his claws and tried to pull me down- he couldn't sleep without something or someone in his arms, as if his physical prowess needed to be tested at all times.

I looked at the clock. We slept in for a long time. "Dude, it's eleven. We have an hour."

"I don't care," he whined, squeezing me.

I sighed, then started tickling him, deftly dodging a vicious kick that wouldn't knocked my organs out my back. I slammed my butt into a chair and noticed that Trowa had laid out some clothes for both me and Quatre to wear. I tossed his clothes on the bed, and he took them angrily, still scraping at his eyes to take away the hungry gnaw of sleep.

He was still in a bad mood when we sat down for breakfast. Somehow Quatre knew the exact way to go to the dining room to eat, and I didn't have to embarrass myself trying to show him how lost I can be. When I sat down, someone slipped between and on the side of my leg. I looked down and Trowa was there sitting obediantly, his eyes were void of any emotion but I'm sure he was as amused as I was pleased.

"Quatre doesn't like waking up, does he?" he asked softly, so said vampire couldn't hear.

"Never has, never will."

Catherine came in, balancing, like her brother the night before, the domes of food on her shoulder. "Good evening, guys! Is my brother down there?" Trowa popped his head over the table. She shook her head approvingly. "Good- Well, I heard you guys were going out tonight, so I just hope you take care of my brother, or else." With that threatening note, she skipped off back to the kitchen.

"Scary woman," Quatre said, "But her food smells wonderful. What is it?"

It just happened to be red rice around raw slices of pig flesh dripping with sweet, hot, oozing streams of blood. May sound disgusting, but I assure you I've never had a better meal. I fed some to Trowa, watching his lips wrap around my fork, before Quatre announced that we were going to be late getting into the city if we didn't leave in the next two minutes.

So we headed out. Heero was already with the carriage, and Quatre quirked an eyebrow at his attire. My sexy bodyguard had on nothing but leather- boots, pants, and bicep-showing vest. His hair was still a mess but his eyes glared for anyone to say anything about it.

Getting into the carriage Quatre said, "I love being your friend."

"Because you love me so much?"

"Hell, no. You attract gorgeous people. Now, you're about to add Milliardo Peacecraft to your entourage."

I realized that this was the first time I heard the Seer's name, and that name was enough to designate royalty. It just rolls off your tongue; he was somebody important. He sounded beautiful too.

We made our way to the filthy slime of the city, filled with creatures of all races and attitudes. The innocent and the killers, the nocturnal and the day walkers, humans and ravenous beasts. This is also where convicts and runaways can make a fortune alongside the elite watching over their many businesses. I wanted to make a stop at Howard's, but I decided against it. It was best if I didn't get too many of my old friends all locked up in the elite vampire and Order mess. Who knows what could happen in the future that could put them in danger. I know Quatre could handle himself, but the old man and the girls, I don't think so.

Hamstring's a small place, but filled to the brim with sex-loving vampires. I didn't think we would find Milliardo Peacecraft, but the dude was sort of hard to miss. And, good Fate! He was gorgeous.

He was almost like a princess, that was how beautiful he was. Just how Treize described him and I understood why he would want someone like him. Next to Treize and his imposing figure, Milliardo was the opposite, ginger-red to blonde, bronze skin to pale cream, cornflower eyes to sky blue. It would all fit. Then the dude was sneaking out the rock walls of his imprisonment because he was a Seer who could walk through walls. It was an awesome package. I never would of found the guy because I would never have set foot in Hamstring. It would be a half-penny of a dozen chances I would see him traversing the streets. I guess all this good luck would obliterate the next day when the Red Dragon survivor came along.

"What are you staring at?" Suave tenor to grumbling baritone. Another tack for success. Across his back was a large bow, you know, like a bow and arrow, he had those and the quivers, all silver, just hanging over his shoulder. That would explain why none of the other vampires, whose staring eyes were red and jealous, were close to a prize such as Milliardo. Party-going vampires were always hungry and only silver could keep them back from prey.

"Sorry, man," I apologized. "I was just thinking how my friend would love a man like you."

He blushed. I didn't think this rough, edgy yet cool figure could do such a thing, but he did, saying, "That's very kind of you, but I see you didn't bring him."

Quatre talked for me. "His friend had certain standards to be met, and Duo here just wanted to make sure you had them all. We just hope you like his friend as much as he would like you."

Milliardo presented his hand, but I noted the mischievous grin when I took it.

"Milliardo Peacecraft."

"Duo Maxwell."

Then he frowned, and for a moment I thought that maybe my name struck a cord or something, before I realized he was still holding my hand.

"I can't read your future," he said at last. "It's not coming to me." He let go my fingers, still bewildered.

"Funny, my friend can't read my mind either."

His eyes narrowed, and I realized my effort to keep Treize a secret may have been ruined.

"Read your mind?" Milliardo repeated, crossing his arms over his broad chest. He was maybe just a inch taller than Treize- no, it was just his hair. "Answer me this honestly, Duo Maxwell. Could you possibly be trying to hook me up with Treize Kushrenada?"

"Well... yea." Couldn't lie when he had him correct on the dot, now could I? But what would that do to my matchmaking efforts?

Milliardo tapped on the bar, and a large greasy vampire squatted over and asked for his order.

"Four Lamian Baits."

"Yes," Trowa hissed happily, and I made sure to note how much he drinks. He seemed too happy to drink Lamian Bait; my bottles of the stuff was rapidly disappearing for the short amount of time I was here. Anyway, we took Milliardo's ordering as a cue to sit down at the bar. While he thought on the circumstances, we drank the delicious and probably crack-saturated wine. Milliardo absentmindedly ordered another when Trowa finished his first.

"We used to go out. Before the war," Milliardo spoke suddenly. We listened, Quatre on his left while I sat to his right, my right flanked by Trowa, who leaned on me sipping the Bait slowly, like I told him too.

"But then they took me away," he continued, "when they found out my Seer abilities. I didn't ever think he really liked me."

"Why not?" Quatre asked, totally interested in this gossip-like conversation. I don't think he even remembered he had a drink.

"Because we never had sex. Mostly we had romantic dinners,"-I could imagine that-"and the like. He's never said he loved me or anything so... So I just thought we were really good friends. I never dreamed he would try to find someone like me to replace me."

"Wait, you've got the wrong idea," I corrected. "Treize had no faith whatsoever that I would find him anyone."

"Really?"

"Really."

He swirled his drink before taking a sip. "I thought he and Une would be together."

"Only for appearances," Trowa said, his lips drinking the last of his second bottle, and Milliardo tapped for another. I hurriedly finished mine, waved off Milliardo's tap-happy fingers, and took the bottle of Bait, showing Trowa that we were going to share this bottle. He pouted.

"Anyway," he said, taking a long gulp, "Une says that Treize hasn't had any interest in her since before the war. She said he's a depressing person to be around."

"No, he's not. He's intelligent and wise, and, Gods, I want to see him again." He thumped his forehead on the table. "It's so fucking horrible in my cellar. On these days of the waning moon that they give me rest, I just feel so bad I come to this wretched place and kill anyone who wants to fight."

"Who's they?" Quatre asked, not very informed of the elite life. More likely he just wasn't interested.

"The Order, whose boring lives I have to read almost every day. I'd rather have Treize's palm again. His life was always interesting. Until, of course, I saw him alone, and realized I might never see him again." Depressed, Milliardo stopped drinking.

I reminded him, "You can always see him. I doubt he'll be the type to squeal that your secret power. Does he know, anyhow?"

"No. I didn't even know until one day I leaned on the wall, and, woosh, I fell through. Second happiest moment of my life."

"What's the first?"

"Hasn't happened yet. It'll be the day I gather up the courage to kiss Treize."

"You're such a sap!" Quatre cried, laughing. Milliardo shrugged smiling.

We all jumped a little when the door to the club slammed open and the largest vampire I've ever seen, carrying the largest ax I've ever seen, came through roaring, "Where's Sex Merquise?"

"Whossse Ssssex Merquisssse?" Trowa asked, a little tipsy, so that his words were slurring.

"How original," muttered Milliardo, taking out a long sword that I thought was part of the bow. "It's my alias here in the city, but it's really Zechs Merquise. I don't know how long people have been saying sex."

"Do you need any help?" I offered, taking out my guns. Quatre was pulling on his gloves.

"Maybe for the others that try to jump in. But the big guy is mine." Milliardo, as dramatic as I clued him to be, jumped onto the bar counter, shouting over the commotion of the big guy's arrival. "What in the hell do you want?"

Eight enemies, I counted, not including the big guy and the tons of vampires on the dance floor, if they decided to jump in. Trowa jumped the bar and out of harm's way, and I only hoped he wouldn't get hurt, for his sake and mine. Catherine would cook my nuts in the next meal, I could only assume.

Two of the guys had guns, and I nodded a cue to Quatre, who saw them. Those two would be mine, and the other six could have Quatre. Since vampires can usually move at dizzying speeds, it was best if Quatre took them on, while I had the ones most likely to stand still.

Milliardo launched off the counter and his sword met the big guy's ax, for he was already swinging. The vampire's proud face went sour when he realized that his size and strength still had him on the defensive. Then his two gunners starting shooting, right where they were standing- I had them out in five seconds, there shattered hearts turning to ashes along with the rest of them.

Quatre zipped around, saving my life and Trowa's three times by snatching the bastards' necks and shoving his fist through their ribcages. The other three ran off.

Milliardo was playing with his opponent, stepping aside almost playfully, his long blonde hair whishing around. He danced back and forth, front and back of the big vampire, whose sweat gushed from his matted hair and his own fangs cut his lips. It was sad sight. When Milliardo presumebly became bored, he dashed between the vampires legs and sliced him in half, turning him to ash with his silver sword almost instantly.

No one had joined in, and, from the looks of it, didn't want to. The fat barkeeper came around with a broom, as if fights were the most natural things in the world, and began sweeping up the dust and ashes that had collected. Surprisingly, he gave Milliardo a large bag of money. The blonde looked at our bemused faces with a grin.

"All sorts of people come here and try to take advantage of George. I take care of them."

We sat back down, our spirits lifted with spent adrenaline.

"I can't wait to see-"

"We are not going to talk about the love of your life all night long, are we?" Quatre interrupted, smiling to show he was only joking.

"I thought we were," Milliardo answered. "I really don't mind. When can I see him, by the way?"

"Tomorrow," I said, "When he comes with his Red Dragon friend."

Milliardo froze, then smiled. "I might as well stay with you tonight; they won't check on me or anything. It's going to be interesting with the Dragon."

I didn't know what that meant, but I sure wish I had.