Thank you all! This is the last chapter and my personal favorite. I really hope you like the end! Thanks for sticking with me to the end! A special thanks to the people who reviewed, an even more special thanks to my personal friends with whom I attend school and the most special thanks of all to Shadow of a Rose for actually reading these silly author's notes. I had been thinking of a supernatural fic for Duo already and I was very surprised to see your request for one! I will do my best on that – I still need to find out more about the show. Thanks again! This one's pretty short, actually.
Chapter Five
All of the gundam pilots got ready for the exorcism – even Quatre. Duo, Trowa and Heero, who had gotten over his shock, set out to find the holy items they would need to drive the beast out, led by Wufei, and Quatre practiced taking control of his body. When finally they had gathered all of the necessary items, the four normal pilots returned to the base. It was almost midnight. Trowa and Wufei transported Quatre to the cage that Duo claimed to have borrowed from a friend. (Don't ask. THEY didn't.) The now almost completely transformed Quatre sat inside, grooming the fur that had nearly covered his body. It was good that he had grown fur because he had also gotten larger and the hospital gown hadn't been able to withstand the mounting pressure. He was now bigger than each of his friends.
"So how do we start?" Duo asked Wufei.
"Like this!" Wufei said and poked Quatre with a stick that had a pure silver cross on the end of it. Quatre howled and tried to bat the stick away, but he was blinded by the pain and couldn't even find it. "Say something holy!" Wufei hissed at Duo. Duo searched his mind for something 'holy' to say.
"Uh…Holy Father…come before us and, uh…" he spluttered. He continued on in this manner, increasing Quatre's pain despite how stupid he sounded.
"It's working!" Wufei cried. He had to scream over Quatre's pained howling. "Trowa, throw the holy water at him!" Trowa opened the small crystal bottle filled with holy water and began to sprinkle it on Quatre's fur.
"You sons of b****es!!" Quatre screamed. He started to yell out other unrepeatable sentences to vent his anger and pain. Wufei held the cross in one place until smoke began to rise from the flesh, then moved it to another spot.
"Throw the silver!" Wufei commanded Heero. Heero took a handful of silver ground into powder from a crucifix out of a small pouch and tossed it through the bars of the cage at Quatre. The powdered silver stuck in Quatre's rapidly thickening fur and stung him worse than a thousand wasps. The racket that Quatre raised at that point was enough to make someone's ears bleed, but his friends continued their makeshift exorcism bravely and took it like men. Now Duo was really getting into what he was doing.
"Cast this foul beast from our friend!" he cried. "Release him from the evil grip of this monster, this demon, this disgusting spawn of Hell!" Quatre thrashed about wildly in the cage. He slammed his head against the cage's bars and scratched and bit his own self, unable to control himself or make sense of what was happening. He heard his voice rising from within his chest.
"Get – out – of – my – BODY!!" he bellowed. There was a flash of red light then darkness all around him. (See? Short)
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A day later, Quatre was back to his happy, smiling self. The exorcism had been successful, and he'd made a miraculous recovery. At that moment, he was washing dishes. Duo entered the kitchen and walked over to the sink.
"Mind if I-?" he asked, regarding the dirty bowl he held.
"Not at all!" Quatre answered, smiling.
"Thanks." Duo said, placing the bowl in the soapy dishwater. "You're still feelin' okay, right?"
"Of course! Why wouldn't I be?"
"No reason, I guess." Duo left the kitchen and Quatre continued to wash the dishes. He felt a warm breeze on his back.
"I thought you were gone." he said without any particular tone, not glancing up from the dishes. A large, near-transparent werewolf with horns on its head stood behind him.
"I thought that I was evil, but you take the cake. You're worse than the Prince of Darkness himself." it growled.
"You flatter me." Quatre answered, a smirk on his face.
"How dare you keep me in there?" the creature demanded. "How dare you keep me imprisoned in the darkness of your soul? Using my powers and exploiting my true form – who do you think you are!?!" Quatre turned slowly around to face the monster. There was a chilling smile on his lips.
"I think I'm Quatre Roberta (Is it Roberta or Roberba?) Winner." A large hole appeared beneath the demon-werewolf – there was fire visible inside of it. The creature howled as it was engulfed by the flames and dragged in. The hole closed, leaving no trace of having ever been there. "And Winners never lose." Quatre turned back to his dishes and continued to wash, humming 'Amazing Grace' as he did so. He slowly lifted his head as he washed and hummed.
Flashback:
Heero pointed an accusing finger at Quatre and spoke to him in low Japanese.
"You are a disgrace." he told him. Quatre laughed.
"How precious did that grace appear, the hour you first believed?" Heero's breath caught in anger…
Quatre stared off into space as he scrubbed and hummed, a smile creeping across his face. His eyes began to turn yellow…
'Twas Grace that taught my heart to fear,
And Grace my fears relieved
How precious did that Grace appear,
The hour I first believed.