Disclaimer: I don't own gundam wing or any characters in it. (Although I can certainly think of a couple of things I could do with duo ;) )

I'd like to thank the Creator (whom ever he/she/it/they may be.) because you're the one who gave me this miserable life, and right now, I'm enjoying it. All I need now is a walk on part in harry potter so I can bite the head off hedwig and give lil' Danny Radcliffe a real lightning scar. ^ , ^ I would also like to apologise for my shitty spell checker. It refuses to right duo with a capital d, so it's gonna have to stay small for now. I sure as hell ain't gonna go round changing them all.

The loss of duo maxwell

Chapter three

"Is he ok?"

"He'll be fine miss…I'm sorry. I didn't catch your name?" this was a lie. The woman hadn't given her name. She had brought the boy in and registered him under castor Une. Then she had disappeared without filling in any forms. The doctor was just being nosy, because really he had no reason to get the woman's name.

"Une." The reply was curt, and a little annoyed. As soon as the woman had heard the boy was getting better she had insisted on taking him home. Normally they kept patients for longer, but she had friends high up apparently. The doctor had even heard a rumour that she was connected to Treize Kushranada. He didn't believe it of course, but still, it had to be someone. This kid had the best doctors running around after him. He must be important.

" He'll be fine Miss Une." He repeated. "Now what I am concerned about is how he got this way. "There were rumours flying about this as well. Somebody had said the kid was an important political Allie of the lady, as hospital staff had deemed her. Some said he was an ex alliance member, some white fang, some the Treize faction. Whatever he was, he was important. " Maybe we could take a step into my office." He led her out the door and cast a final look at the patient. With the gentle features and long hair, he almost looked like a girl.

He was confused. Where was he? Why couldn't he sit up or open his eyes? The last thing he remembered was… he couldn't remember. "Ok" he thought. "Little steps. Whats your name?" blankness was his answer. "Where do you live?" again, nothing. He tried to sit up, but it appeared someone had strapped him in. how considerate. He tried lifting up his limbs, first his legs then his arms. Nothing, nada. He was about to scream in frustration when,

"Miss Une. He's woken up. He'll still be groggy from he drugs, but you should be able to communicate." The doctor was very unhappy. The reason he had been given for the patient's condition was drug abuse. He thought this highly unlikely. Arsenic had been found in the blood, along with cocaine and heroine. But the patient only had one small needle wound. And any junkie worth his space wouldn't have taken heroine and cocaine at once. It was planted. He left the two alone. He had all the information he needed, and he wasn't allowed to press matters further. The people who were higher didn't like too many questions. As he closed the door the woman started to speak.

" Castor? Open your eye's dear. It's time to go home." As he opened his eye's to behold a woman of about 25 standing before him, he thought, "at least now I know my name."

" Who are you?" his voice felt thick and sounded croaky.

"I am your sister, lady Une.

"Where am I?" he looked around the room. It was small, but comfortable. His bed was soft and there was a leather sofa in the corner.

" Sit up." The lady was firm, yet kind. Her voice was soft. He looked at her and sat up. He carried on studying her as she moved around the room. She was about 5'8, and had long brown hair. It was loose and hung gently around a face that was soft. Her eyes were blue, and her lips were full and pink. She was wearing a blue and white tennis outfit, and the skirt was short, but not too short. He looked down at his own body and blushed to see he wasn't wearing anything and that the covers had been pulled back. He scrambled to cover himself, but the lady just laughed.

" You've been there for 3 weeks, there's no use hiding yourself now. But since you've come over all modest, I might as well give you these." She tossed some clothes at him and sat down on the sofa. She inspected her nails and when he didn't move to take the clothes, looked up at him.

" Is something wrong? I had the assistant pick them out, because I wouldn't know what kind of clothes you like. You can pick more once we've gone, just right now we have to get going. Well?" she cocked her head to the side and waited for an answer. Castor flushed and looked down at his hands.

" Uh…it's just, um, do you think you could turn around, or leave the room or something? I um…I'm just-"

"You're embarrassed." She finished for him. She giggled and turned her back to him, covering her eyes as well. " you were never this shy castor! You used to show yourself off so much. Ah well. Things change." She laughed again.

He looked down at the clothes. They were very nice and probably expensive. Whoever he was, he had a feeling he was rich. Quickly he got dressed and stood by his bed, looking around for something.

"I don't have any shoes." He looked puzzled. Surely he had had shoes when he came into the hospital. Sighing he addressed the lady.

" You can turn around now, it's ok." She turned and briskly walked up to him. She inspected his appearance, and then, seemingly satisfied, turned around.

"You're going to have to have a hair cut. But for now just brush it and put it away." She pulled a new comb out of her bag and handed it to him. Then she left and castor saw her enter what appeared to be a nurse's station across the hall. He looked at his hair. He was surprised to see that it was 3 or 4 feet long and a glowing chestnut colour. Sighing, he acknowledged that combing it was going to be hard, and got stuck into the task.

"Ok miss Une. That's a room for 3 days. Are you sure you want to take him home already? The hospitals usually like to keep patients for at least 2 weeks when they've come in in this state."

" Yes I want to take him home. 3 days in this place is enough. He needs to come home with me now. He's got important business to take care of."

Castor tied his hair back in a horsetail and moved towards the closet in his room. At first, it seemed empty, but when he looked closer he saw something strange. The bottom of the closet was covered in dust. But in the dust there was a footprint and a clean patch, like someone had sat down. He was asking himself why someone would have sat down in his closet while he was in a coma, when he saw something glinting in the sunlight. It was a thin silver chain, and hanging from it was an amulet. The amulet consisted of a small silver scythe leaning over a flower, a lily. Set in between them was a amethyst. Even stranger, on the back was the inscription 'Duo e Lily, douler enorim'. Duo…why did that name sound so familiar? He picked up the chain and found that it felt warm, but slippery in his fingers. It almost felt like water. He considered handing it in to the nurse's station, but thought better of it. The person who had left it here was probably long gone by now. They wouldn't be ably to trace it. And besides, the amulet enchanted him. It was so beautiful, made so perfectly. He slipped it around his neck, and it was at the same temperature as his body. It hung like a medallion against his chest. Footsteps outside the door made him slip it into his shirt and quickly close the closet door. His sister entered once more and picked up a bag leaning against the sofa.

"Come on castor, the car's waiting. We have to get a move on." She walked out the door before he could voice his protest that he still didn't have any shoes. Sighing, he gave up and followed her down the hallway.