Kitty's Mewling: Does anyone know if Relena and Wufei *ever* meet face-to-face in the series or Endless Waltz?

Through Demon's Eyes

A Gundam Wing Fanfiction

By: Koneko-chan

Italics indicates a flashback or thought of sorts. Also indicates voices and other weird, freaky stuff. ^_^

** around italics indicate a flashback within thoughts -- kinda like someone's thinking about a flashback ^_^

~*~*~*~*~*~ indicates a change in time

Chapter Six

**I didn't think...... I would forget. The memories of the past..... the events to take place...... I thought I had escaped the passage of time, and those that did not understand. But I didn't think that with those who opposed me, I'd also loose the memories... but maybe that is what happened..... when he and I...... became the same................. but it's not as if we never were.....

Somehow he and I were always linked.... through the vastness of space and time..................... I always knew apart of me existed outside the etheral plane.... and in someplace like that of the living. He was a young boy, back then, when I took him -- maybe I had no right but somehow, I felt he belonged to me. Is that selfish?

I never thought.... we would ever..............become more than one.... and.....................................

.......... divide......**

The next few minutes were a blur. Inbetween the voices and screams from the current situation at hand and maybe the little voices going off in my head, I faintly remembered the sound of flesh aganist metal, guns going off, and weird, low-chanting voices. I didn't remember anything *but* sounds... except holding my head............. but I didn't hurt.... did I? Maybe it was shock -- but from what, I can't say. I felt as if a cold vice was gripping my neck, taking my breath away... and I was enjoying it. It sounds kinda sick and demented, but there was a sense of beauty and serenity. For the first time in a long time, I felt... peace. Sounds strange doesn't it? I could feel a piece of myself going someplace.... nice. But there was..... something.... *else* holding me back.

Funny how that "something" felt strangely like a slap across the face.

"Ite!!" Craddling cheek with my hand, I forced my eyes to focus upon a worried-looking Quatre. Nani?? Quatre -- slap?! I guess there was a look of stupidity or shock or something in my expression cuz I could faintly hear a snort escape from Wufei.

"Daijoubu ka Duo?!" Clear blue eyes implored me with a franticness and I slowly nodded my head. Immediatly I could see the blonde relax, but there was still a glimmer of worry in his eyes. I smiled a bit mischiviously before adding, "You've got one hard slap there, Quatre -- didn't know you had it in you."

"D-Duo -- gomen nasai, demo -- " I waved it off, noticing that Quatre was *really* wired up. Must've been the fifty cups of caffine he had this morning. "Are you sure you're alright? I didn't mean to slap you that hard but -- "

"Hontou, daijoubu Quatre." I threw a goofy grin on my face before looking around and remembering where I was. Turning to my right I noticed Trowa sitting down, holding something that looked to be a tye-dyed red cloth to his eyebrow. He regarded me with one emerald eye before warily standing up, leaning against the wall.

"So... what happened?" An uneasy expression flashed through Quatre's features while Trowa and Wufei stood stone-still. I smiled nervously. Uh oh... did I do something? One of Wufei's hands was positioned behind his back. So smooth. Right. "Am I missing out on something or what?" Quatre and Trowa exchanged a glance before Quatre replied, "You... don't remember anything?" I shook my head. Sheesh, I'm *not* an old geezer but I swear... speaking of swearing --

"Where's Heero?" *That* seemed to get a reaction out of Trowa. "Wha?"

"Do *not* pull this amesia act again Maxwell." I looked over to find the Chinese pilot drawing out his sword. "This is not the time *or* place for such foolishness."

"Oy!" I threw up my hands in surrender. "Don't you point that -- that *thing* at me, what the hell is going on?!" I stepped back and stumbled on a branch. Go me, Mr. Stealth, tripping over a freakin' *branch*.

Choco matte..... *branches*?

**"You expect to hold back Trowa with *branches?!"**

I shook my head, and glanced over at Trowa. Sure enough there were leaves stuck in his hair. All gelled up, no doubt.

"Wufei, please." One look from Quatre got Wufei to lower his sword. I breathed a sigh of relief before asking, "Oy Trowa -- what's with the green?" I pointed to the leaf stuck in his hair, and after flashing me an irritated look he began the long tug-of-war battle with the leaf.

"Don't you remember those two.... students?" Turning to Quatre, I paused. Turning. I have... a way.... of.......

**... turning thoughts........ **

"And the flow of blood... " I heard a small gasp escape from Quatre and saw the flash of shiny steel.

"Stay back, Winner... " a low growl warned. "He is *not* the kisama we know."

"D-Duo.... ?" I blinked.

Boy, Quatre sure was acting funny today. I mean, more polite and hesitant than usual, that's for sure. "What's wrong?" I took a step forward and before I knew it, I was staring down the wrong end of two barrels and a pretty friggin' sharp blade. That made me freeze.

"What the hell -- " I swore a long string of curse words there, causing even *Wufei* to cringe. I finally concluded with a loud "What the *FUCK* are you guys doing?!" I winced at my last choice of words.

Sorry Sister Helen, there are just those times...

And that's when I noticed. It was happening again. Here I was, lovable, innocent -- well, maybe not *innocent* -- little 'ol Duo, short and spindly, with his back to a wall and surrounded by his closest *friends*. What the crap was life coming to these days, when you can't even wake up without being flanked by your friends and their weapons?

A look of uncertainty waifed through Quatre and Wufei, but Trowa was still as ever. He even pulled his trigger finger, causing a chunk of the wall to the left and behind me to disappear.

That's when I fell hard on my ass, and decided to stop swearing.

A tension-filled moment passed, and the three stared at me. I stared back at them. They continued to stare back at me. I was about to continue this little staring contest until Trowa spoke up.

"Do you have any brothers or sisters, Duo." I looked at him a bit incrediously, since he nearly took off my head a moment earlier. Slowly, I shook my head, still unsure if his demand was a signal for me to speak. "Then can you explain the situation between you and ...... those two..... students."

My mind drew a blank.

"Two students?" I guess that wasn't the answer Trowa wanterubble on thd to hear because the next thing I knew, there was *anothee right of me.r* pile of

"Two students." I felt my eyes widen in disbelief as uni-bang boy put me in his line of fire.

"T-Trowa! Dame!" a frantic Quatre squealed, glancing wildly between said psycho and myself. I don't know why but the expression on Quatre's face reminded me of a piglet at the time. I was tempted to point that out, but the flash of steel before my eyes brought my attention back to the gun in my face.

"Quatre, stay out of this," Trowa faintly growled, never lifting his *one* emerald eye from my own amethyst.

"But Trowa, I really don't think you pointing a gun at him will help!" The Arab pilot glanced at my in quiet sympathy. "He really doesn't remember!" Quatre's words seemed to flutter around in Trowa's mind for a moment, but I guess he had the butterfly net's out. The berretta hadn't budged.

"Winner has a point." I cautiously shifted my gaze to the speaker. Again, I snuffed out an amused grin.

So says the kid with a huge-ass sword....

"Although things seem a little conspicious, we should trust his words..... for the time being." As if to emphasize his point, Wufei's blade was quickly concealed. "I think we need to explain a few things to this baka before we pass judgment on him. That would be just."

For once, I was grateful for Wufei's twisted sense of justice.

I paused, taking in a quiet breath before daring to squeak out, "Lemme go?" The gun held its position not a few inches away from my face, before disappearing into the waistband of Trowa's super-tight jeans. His jeans are almost as mind-boggling as Heero's spandex shorts. I bet *nothing* could get inbetween the second-skins and ........

Again, I wondered where the destructo-boy was.

Before I could voice my question -- again -- Quatre looked over his shoulder.

That's when I noticed the sirens in the not-too-far distance.

"I guess it's time to make our escape, huh?" I joked, but remained flat on my ass. Didn't want to take any chances with trigger-happy Trowa there. Quatre sensed my hesitation, and with one condoning glance directed at Trowa, the blond offered a hand to help me up. Dusting off my bottom with a hand, my eyes ran around the room for my gun.

"My gun....?" Quatre mutted a faint "ano" before reaching behind him. His hand revealed my gun a moment later, and I accepted the weapon from his outstretched hand.

"Arigato, Quatre -- now may I suggest we get the hell outta here before those useless-and-always-*late* cops get here?" A nod from the blonde Arab confirmed my request, as well as a stiff sound of acknowledgement from Wufei. Only Trowa remained quiet, never letting his guard down or his gaze away from me.

Talk about paranoid.

"I think the best plan of escape would be from the roof top." Notated Wufei, turning to a window.

"Good idea, Wufei -- if we climb through the window and scale the walls for a few feet, there should be a little ledge we'll be able to climb up on." After Wufei had opened the window, Quatre stuck his head outside, blonde hair tousled by the draft. "And from there, we should be able to either escape or hide in the trees, if not, make a run for it."

"Sounds like a plan," I mutter, still warily glancing at unibang-boy from the corner of my eye. I began to approach the window when Trowa's voice stopped me.

"Matte." I did. Never disagree with a guy who has a gun.

"Nani, Trowa?" I looked to find Quatre, features adorned with a confused look. "We should get going -- "

"Someone should retrieve the files Heero uploaded from the Oz facility we were last assigned." Ooh, good idea. Wouldn't want someone finding out who we *really* are.

"No need to worry," Wufei replied. "I've already taken the liberty when Winner and I were on the way back here to meet up with you two." A nod from Trowa confirmed his understanding.

"I shall go first," proclaimed Wufei. I couldn't help but snicker when the Chinese pilot reached up to tighten his pig-tail, before bringing his foot up to slide out onto the thin ledge. Looking quite comical, Wufei made a face as he clung to the wall for dear life, slowly, but surely inching his way along the brink wall.

"C'mon, FASTER Wu-man!" I sauntered over to the open window, just after Quatre had followed Chinese teen out. "Otherwise the cops will be right on our asses!"

"Kisama!! I cannot concentrate with your incessant chatter!" I could feel a smile broaden on my lips as I saw the anger -- and hesistance -- reach his eyes. I heard him mutter something about "the honor in scaling walls in broad daylight" before quickening his pace.

Pausing a moment, I glanced over my shoulder to see Trowa trying to bore a hole into my skull. I was about to suggest he go before me, but decided aganist it since he knew *I* knew how fast he could be with his gun while flipping a million times in the air. I merely shrugged while I muttered, "Guess there's no time like the present" before swinging myself over the ledge of the window.

Now, I've flown in good 'ol Deathscythe too many times to count, and had no problems with the height factor before -- hell, I've *jumped* outta taller buildings like this, with cars running all over the place and trees and lamp posts sticking every which way. But for some reason I felt myself sway in the slight breeze, and I closed my eyes. I felt the world spin on me, and I latched myself closer to the brick wall.

C'mon Maxwell, it's no big deal....... just a few stories up in the wind........ you've dealt with worse.........

A moment passed. Then another. Soon I felt a pair of eyes on me and looked to see only *one* emerald eye glaring at me. Sheepishly I smiled, then went on my way.

"Come *ON* Wu-man, we can't hang here forever!!" I ranted. It was pretty useless though, seeing as the wind decided to howl at the *exact* moment I spoke. I wondered at how quickly Mother Nature cranked the wind shield up a notch, and grimaced. I do *not* like the thought of looking like a flatten bug as my escape.

"Kisama... " Oh, the hurt and surprise. Wonder if he knows how to use a theraurus. I was tempted to tease Wufei again when a look from Quatre silenced me. I tell ya, he may look all cute and innocent, but if you get on his bad side, it's to hell with you.

"Duo, please -- Wufei is trying his best, don't badger him." I shrugged as best as I could before moving on.

Lemme tell you, hanging from a wall with only *yourself* as a support is no easy task. And to make things worse, *Wufei* was leading us! Now if that isn't a spell for disaster, than what is?

Add another dose of neck tingly, hair-raising sensation and that would be it.

I could feel my neck go all tingly, and I held in my breath. I could feel the adrenaline in my veins go *crazy*, preparing myself for whatever it was I was sensing. Looking left and right, up and down, I couldn't find anything out of the ordinary, with the exception of *us* free-hanging on the wall. Oh, and a bunch cop cars, fire trucks, and ambulances from all directions screaming to a hault below us.

Then next thing I knew, I felt a nudge at my side.

"Duo, keep going." Whoops, did I stop? Guess so, because I was rewarded with a glare. Of course, it was *nothing* compared to the ones I'm use to getting from Heero.

"Sheesh, okay, okay....." Again, I resumed my wall scaling, and excruciating moments later, I found myself being assisted with dragging my sorry self up onto a ledge. It was *barely* wide enough to shuffle my slender feet upon, but I would make due. I shuffled a few steps, making a point not to look at the distance between myself and the concrete.

The wind seemed to still some, as the four of us were silently creeping along the thin ledge. I had finally gotten my nerve back, and was determined on keeping my focus on getting myself to some solid ground *safetly*.

I guess the cops didn't think that silence was necessary for keeping my concentration.

"DON'T JUMP."

I could've sworn I would've face-faulted had I *not* been on the side of a building, clinging for dear life.

Wow, that's probably the stupidiest thing anyone has ever said to me....

I continued on my way, none-the-less, determined not to let the whinny, high-pitched scratchy voice from interrupting my concentration. "PLEASE, you have your WHOLE LIFE to LIVE for!" Hesitantly, I glanced down, pin-pointing the irritating source. My eyes settled upon a pudgy woman in her late forties, gray hair tightly rolled in a greasy bun at the top of her head. I rolled my eyes when I recognized who she was.

"Kuso, it's the PSYCHOLOGIST from our school!" I whispered through clenched teeth. As if that psycho could hear me anyway, but you never know with those creepy people. They have this uncanny way of getting into your brain and digging out all your little secrets and just *tormenting* you in general. "We better get the hell outta here FAST before she recognizes one of us!" I guess Wufei must had come to the same conclusion for he greatly quickened his pace, causing a few loose rocks to scatter to the ground. I could barely hear a faint 'plunk' when the megaphone took life again.

"PLEASE CHILDREN LET US *HELP* YOOOOOUUUU!!!" the woman crooned. I almost lost my balance, and I saw Trowa cringe. "DON'T GIVE UP ON LIIIIIFE!!!" Surprisingly enough, the window didn't shatter when her annoying voice rose a pitch. I fought the urge to scream back at the loony-bin keeper, and proceeded to shuffle over a few more feet.

The roof-top hadn't come soon enough. A bright smile spread across my face as I saw the ledge of hope grow closer and closer with my every step. Five feet, then three......... my hand reached for Quatre's, who had managed to pull himself up....... and I almost had his hand until......... until...................

"HEEEEEEEEEEEE~ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"

I froze upon hearing the annoying screech of obsession.

*THAT* made windows shatter.

No no no no no no nonononon.... my mind screamed over and over again. Ever so slowly, I peered over my shoulder to find a girl with long, honey-blonde tresses screaming into the megaphone she had none-too gracefully -- I bet -- snatched from the psycho-therapist.

"HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~RRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"

"Kuso!!" Grasping Quatre's hand I heaved myself up, bracing my foot aganist the wall and climbing it with speed *I* didn't think I posessed. Being terrified will do that to you, I guess.

"And as if *that* didn't blow our cover!"

At times like this, I ask myself *why* I hadn't let Heero empty his magazine cartridge on her.

"An ONNA!" I winced, turning to see Wufei angrily shouting over the ledge. "HAVE YOU NO *DIGNITY* ONNA?!?!"

"Wufei!" I hissed, yanking him from the edge. "Stop screaming back!"

"But that ANNOYING ONNA IS BLOWING OUR COVER!" I rolled my eyes, and shook my head.

"And what, shouting *back* at that airhead is helping?!" That seemed to quiet him, and so I turned to find poor Quatre struggling to pull stick-boy up. Hastily I ran, lending a hand to the smaller boy.

"After this is over, Quatre, you an' me are going to the gym and lifting weights or something!" I wheezed. Yes, I think myself sorta strong for being so short and skinny, but *geez* I'm *that* outta shape that I can't help pull Trowa, the stick boy, up? I shook my head in shame.

"How do you propose we escape." Trowa warily glanced over the edge, only to have the megaphone come back to life. He quickly snapped his head back and glared at me.

"Oy, this is *not* my fault!" I clutched my braid in a protective vice. "I'm the one that doesn't remember a damn thing, remember?!" Sheesh, some people just think that just because I prefer to be *happy* they can get away with blaming me for *everything*.

"Okay, you two, stop fighting." Again, Quatre resumes the role of the pacificist -- kinda ironic considering he almost took out a whole colony. "We need to find another plan of action and fast."

I caught the look of annoyance Wufei threw at Quatre for stating the obvious.

There was a moment of unsteady silence. I licked my lips, thinking of a way out but only seeing smoke in every direction.

Matte..... smoke?

"How the hell did a *fire* get started?" Quatre looked up at me in surprise.

"Fire?" That's when he and the others decided to zone in on the black fog around us. "Fire!!"

"Yes, Winner, we see that,"Wufei commented dryly, jogging over to the edge on the other side of the building. His black pony-tail momentarily disappeared as he leaned over the edge. "I don't see any flames...... "

"Either way, we must make ourselves scarce for the moment and regroup later." I turned to stick boy, still gripping my braid. You can never be too careful with a guy like him.

"Could we create another distraction?" Quatre suggested, helping Wufei regain his balance. Apparently the black fog got into his justice-filled head and made the mighty warrior a bit dizzy.

"And just *how* would we distract those weak and *annoying* onnas -- " Wufei stopped short when an explosion sounded in the nearing building, once known as the library. Alluva sudden the air was filled with pages of books, fluttering in the breeze, little chunks of flames being thrown in every direction. The children's books seemed to favor our position on top of the building for I found myself dodging Little Red Riding Hood and The Three Little Pigs moments later. I yelped as I attempted to dodge a burning Rapunzel book, braid flying.

I had began to thank my luck when I discovered a burning sensation near my lower back.... where the length of my hair, when braided, stopped.

"Dammit!" Diving for the cement I began to do the stop, drop, and roll thingy they teach you in first grade -- much good *that* did considering my braid decided to be difficult and flail wildly as I rolled.

"SOMEBODY PUT OUT MY BRAID!!!" The moments seemed to stretch on forever until I felt a sharp tug on my head. I stilled myself, and cursed softly when I saw the patch of bright stars in the darkness of my closed eyes. Please no not the braid no no not my braid....

"Duo?" Quatre was looking down at me, a worried crease on his brow. "Your...... braid is out." Slowly I turned, and snuffed out a whimper. There lying next to me, was my braid, with its beautiful edges singed and chunks of charred paper and ink sticking out. I cradled the frayed rope, thanking whoever there was to thank that my braid was still attached to my head.

"Oh braid... "

"Duo!!" Relectantly I tore my gaze away from the precious bundled lodged in my hands. "Watch out!"

No sooner did I hear those words did I feel the wind pick up and hear the thunder roar in the distance. I dimly remembered the clear blue sky passing before my eyes as I connected with what I assumed to be the ground and a patch of darkness..............

*Owari Chapter Six*

Kitty's Mewling: Ano......... right. You're probably thinking, "What a crappy ending to such an.... odd chapter!" I guess I didn't know how to end this one, and I apologize for the somewhat useless-but-ever-confusing chapter, but I've just been stuck in this rut for the longest time... hopefully my head will clear a bit and then I can move on with this fic and the rest! My apologies also for not cranking out this chapter sooner but... well, I just didn't feel like writing =) I hope you all enjoyed this one though, I promise the next one will be better! Please review, and thanks for reading.