Ok, thank you's go to teachers now.

Thank you to:

Mrs Franz, my grade 4 teacher. You were the coolest and were the only teacher I ever felt truly brought me out of my shell. Thank you for everything you ever did for me.

Ms Tiaden. My grade 6 teacher. The fact that you were almost always smiling and always had a comforting word for someone made me feel happy.

Mrs Ardley, my year 8&9 teacher. You are hard on me sometimes, but I know that you are always thinking of my best interests. Thank you.

Finally, to Kerem. You were not literally a teacher in the school sense, but you taught me that I had personal value and that I could be a good person you people would like for the real me. Maybe one day I'll show someone except you the real me. You also taught me that I had at least 1 person I could always talk to if I needed to. You taught me more about the real world than anyone else I know did. Meeting you was the death of my naivete.



THE LOSS OF DUO MAXWELL

CHAPTER SIX

Castor was getting more perplexed by the minute. He had tried to sleep, but dreaming was too painful. He lay in his huge bed and thought. At first he let his mind roam, but the thought he came up with was that his bed felt too big, too empty, and too impersonal. Someone should be here with him. He looked sideways and could almost see the ghostly outline of someone lying there. This thought made him sad, so he thought about the strange dreams he was having. All his dreams seemed to arouse strange feelings in him. The one in which these dreams became strongest though, was the one by which he was most disturbed.

In it he was sitting at a table with someone who he couldn't quite see. The someone was holding his hand, stroking it gently.

"My darling," the person said, in a low husky voice, " you must not give in. you must remember and come back to me." To this castor replied,

"But my love, shinigami is in charge now." Then he would get up and so would the other person. The person's arms stretched up and out, like he was on a crucifix, and he rose in the air. Then a longhaired girl that looked unmistakably like himself like castor himself appeared. The girl handed him a knife, and said

"Enorim shinigami, geeb, dee ait nan est, nan glay. Dee ait yang sen. Kun an!" castor couldn't identify what the language was, but he seemed to understand her words, which were said with hate and feeling. Her words echoed in his head and he went over them. "Eternal god of death, brother, you must ever change, ever deceive. You must hate all. Kill him!" in the dream he took the knife, and without further hesitation, plunged it into the other person's chest. Suddenly recognition hit him like a ton of bricks. This was someone he loved. Heero. But what he couldn't figure out was if Heero was a loved one, (family or otherwise.) then how come after he returned from the hospital, he hadn't met him? Somehow castor figured that this boy was much more than a favourite cousin, or a best friend. He also figured he knew why his family had kept them from each other. If Heero was castor lover, and the family was not happy about this, then it stood to reason that his family would want Heero forgotten about. In fact, lady Une had mentioned that he would be meeting a young lady tomorrow. Probably a girl he was to be married off to. * I've got to get away from all this * he thought. * It's too much, too fast. *

He got up and got dressed, fingering the amulet like a good luck charm. When he had pulled on a pair of black leather trousers and a black shirt, which he couldn't be bothered to button up, he crossed the room, and stepped through past the large living room, through the kitchen to the adjoining garage. Sitting there, was a brand new black Mercedes convertible. He hadn't even used it yet once, and decided that a spin in it was just what he needed to clear his head. It was three in the morning and no one would be awake to bother him. Once around the estate with the top down and the wind rushing through his hair and he would feel better.

He kept reassuring himself with this, but for some reason he couldn't get rid of the feeling that something was dreadfully wrong.



"Ok," Heero stopped pacing the floor, "ok, I've got it. Wake it up."

Heero and Trowa had had to calm down the hysterical shifter. This had been difficult because in her distress she had changed very swiftly, from fire to water to a mouse to a tiger o a flower to herself again. They had finally managed it when she had exhausted herself and just lain on the floor sobbing quietly. The boys only realised she had fallen asleep when she started floating 3 feet in the air. They had put her into the only clean bed, Duo's. It had given Heero a pang of pain, Trowa had seen it in his face. He guessed that Duo was still a tender subject.

" Do we have to wake her up? She looks so sweet, so innocent.

"I know, I like the little bitch better this way as well."

"Heero, you know what I meant. Goddammit Heero! None of this is her fault. She told you all about how Une tricked her. How can you still think she's evil? She may be almost as old as us but she is still only a child. She is an innocent victim of the war. It is a pity that the affects of war lasted after the war itself."

"I have reason to think it is not so much the victim as the victimiser. If you believe a word that lying conniving demon said, you are more of a fool than I ever would have thought!" the argument was heating up, and by now both boys had their fists up, ready to rain blows down on the other. They had their faces so close together that their noses were almost touching.

As if on cue, a voice floated in from the doorway. She was standing there. Hair now white blond, wearing a tight white cat suit with a zipper down the front.

"Whats the matter boys?" she said innocently. But her eyes betrayed her. They had a glint in them that said 'I know something you don't know.'

"Come now boys, don't fight, there's plenty to go around." She had drifted over and was floating in between them now, an inch above the ground. She turned to Heero first, and gently brushed his lips with hers. Then she rained soft butterfly kisses on his face, and finally kissed him deep on the mouth so that he was left feeling like he never had with a girl before. Turning to Trowa, she looked into his eyes, seeming to study them before she bit her lip. She moved her hands up to cup his face and then kissed him gently once. Although she had done considerably less to Trowa, the affect was the same. Both boys were practically melting with desire, although they didn't know why, as never before had either of them wished to physically be with a woman. Heero was the first to act, grabbing her hips and turning her to him, and kissing her roughly, his tongue exploring her mouth while her hands travelled across his back and down to trace his tight buttocks. Then, she brought her hands round to the front and pushed him to the floor. Turning to Trowa, she ran her fingers through his hair and kissed him gently.

For an hour she flitted between the two, with Trowa she was gentle but dominant, with Heero submissive and willing. Finally, she allowed Trowa to unzip the front of the cat suit and lower her to the floor. He was a gentle lover, attentive to her needs and always reading her body language to see what to do next. He had hardly climaxed in her, when she was pulled away by Heero. He carried her to the upstairs room that had been his and duo's, and placed her quickly in the bed. She was amused to see his frantic energy as he undid his own clothes and climbed into the bed. He jumped in straight away, and was pumping away, until his cries of ecstasy echoed through the room. He rolled off, and looked to the side, glancing at her beautiful face, her perfect profile. In an instant he seemed to remember that this girl was 15, maybe even younger, and that he already had a lover. He jumped out of the bed as though the sheets were made of red-hot coals. He threw her a look of disgust as he ran away down the stairs, her laughter echoing behind him.

"Trowa! I told you it was up to no good! Now what're we going to-" Heero had run into the room to be met with the site of Trowa on the floor, with a rope tied tightly to both his hands, and his genitals. She was sitting there, on the lamp, now wearing a black cat suit. In an instant he was siting on the floor in the same predicament.

"For gods sake, don't pull!" Trowa looked at him as if to apologise.

She just laughed quietly and mumbled "fools."

Disgusted at himself more than anything, he shouted after her

"You may look like duo, but nothing as evil as you could even come close to being like him!"

At this she just laughed and called back,

"Shinigami is like a long long novel, and you, Heero Yuy, will only ever get to read the first chapter."



Thanks folks. Review, flames, assassination attempts, whatever, welcome.

Shini's angel.