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THE LOSS OF DUO MAXWELL

CHAPTER EIGHT

"Going back west, and I know I'll make out all right." Castor sang softly to himself, and it was a comfort. For some reason the song was stuck in his head. He knew exactly where it came from, he would never forget. It was one of those things, a memory buried so deep that it could never be forgotten. Like talking. It would be with him forever.

The memory was painful, because it made him think of his childhood.

He had been with a woman, and he was sitting high up in the stadium. He had been very young, probably only five or six. He remembered saying

" She'll be out soon! Won't she look pretty? I saw them earlier. They all look so bootiful, like dolls! " The woman next to him just laughed softly and ruffled his hair. Then, onto the large field below marched 30 girls, all in the same uniform, although the colours varied slightly. The girls right at the back wore more pink in their uniforms, the next ones back more purple. The ones right near the front wore almost complete black. But it was the leader of these walking dolls that was the centre of his interest. His eyes were glued to her and his pride and delight was clearly displayed in them.

Her uniform was almost completely silver, and she led her team proudly. All through the display he watched her, his eyes following her all over the field. He had always enjoyed watching his sister when she participated in drummajorettes. It had been her only passion.

Sometime between that memory and this present day although he couldn't recall when, his sister had stopped the sport, and his mother with her soft laugh had died. It was strange how hard it was to picture lady Une in that glorious silver uniform, proudly marching to a song about doing all right. From what her voice sounded like, she was doing anything but.

Castor pulled the gleaming black car up to the front of the house and sighed. He sat there thinking for a minute, then got out the car and pocketed the keys. As he walked up to the door where he was greeted by a butler, he had no idea that this night, he would die.



"Yuy, you were the action man during the war. What the hell do we do?" although Trowa was desperate by now, you couldn't tell it from his voice.

"Well Barton, unless you want to lose your balls, I cant help." Judging from Trowa's face, he didn't want to lose anything. " No, I didn't think so. The easiest way to escape would be for one of us to pull until, well until we were free, and then free the other. I don't know about you, but that's not how I want to do it."

"Women! Who need's em." Trowa sounded more bemused than bitter.

"We didn't seem to until about two hours ago." This made both boys think, and they were silent for a bit. Eventually, more from boredom than anything else, they fell asleep with their hands folded protectively around their crotch.



The soft click of the door startled Trowa into consciousness. He heard the door close, and then footsteps coming down the hall.

"Ha ha. Now I'm hallucinating. What fun. I'll have to start chewing my arm soon." Then he stretched as far as he could, and kicked Heero awake with his foot.

"Heero! Heero, wake up goddammit!" he brought his foot back and kicked hard. This was enough to wake the other pilot.

" Nyawadyawunt?"

"Wake up! Either I'm hallucinating, or morph lady has just come back. I heard the door open."

"You're hallucinating. Don't be delusional, she's the duo clone remember? She doesn't open doors man. She just busts down walls."

"Then who's standing in the doorway?"

"It's me you baka's. Don't be such retards. Who the hell else would it be?" Wufei walked over and kicked Heero softly. "Why you queers all chained up? Actually, don't tell me. I suppose it's some kind of freaked up sex game. Well I'll leave you to it." He started walking up the stairs, before the cries from below stopped him.

"WWUUUUUUUUFEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIII!!!!!! If you leave I'll kill you you bastard! I mean it! Come down here and untie us!"

"Whoa! Don't burst a blood vessel Barton. I'm coming." After he'd untied the pilots, they told him all about what had happened.

"Oh, Maxwell's been kidnapped. The fool had it coming. Whats for eating around here?"

"Wufei!" both boys shouted at the same time.

"We can't just leave him! Hey," said Heero, narrowing his eye's suspiciously. "You were here when duo was missing. Why did you act like it was news to you?"

"Uh…cos it was! I wasn't here when the pansy got taken. I've been gone since me and pansy had the fight. Didn't you miss me?"

"But then…?" Heero was puzzled.

"OH SHIT! She said it herself. She would replace the other and no one would know. If I hadn't blown a hole in her head we wouldn't have known the difference." At the 'blown a hole in her head' bit, Heero looked sharply up at Trowa. He hadn't known about this.

Wufei was rolling around on the floor with laughter.

"You shot her? No wonder she was pissed off. Fuck man. To think I nearly lost my balls because you got trigger happy." Heero grumbled.

"She was still Wufei then!" Trowa shot back.

"Oh Barton, that makes it soo much better. Of course! You only shot her because you thought she was me. That makes me feel better. Thanks Tro."

"Shut up Wufei! She had Quatre's head." He stopped when he realised how bad that sounded.

Wufei laughed louder and started mocking Trowa.

"You're digging a hole weakling." He made dramatic shovelling movements that only stopped when Heero hit him over the head.

"Why does everyone do that?" grumbled Wufei as he rubbed the lump on his head and looked sour.

"We have to rescue duo." Said Heero, ignoring Wufei.

"For once Yuy, I agree." replied Trowa looking relieved.



Despite being supernatural, lily couldn't just pop from one place to another, or click her fingers and do what she wanted. She knew Shinigami was in trouble, but to rescue him she needed transport. She hailed the first car that came along and when it stopped she yanked out the driver and sped off before the door was closed. Luckily, it was a Ferrari with a full tank, so she didn't have to worry about stopping to buy gas on the way.

Slamming through traffic, people had to screech on brakes as she roared past red lights.

"Do you know what to do?" the woman with shoulder length black hair and startling blue eyes regarded her guard coldly.

"Yes princess, but sur-" the mans stammering was cut short by the woman's fist hitting the table hard.

"I don't want your opinion, I want your service. You will do it, because if you don't you will die. And you value your life more than a hundred others." She cocked her head to the side and looked at the guard.

"Yes ma'am." He bowed low and picked up the gun off the table before he turned to leave.





Ok, that was the second to last chapter, so the next will be up soon. Then I might write a prequel.

Shini's angel.