The BPG - Part 2 -
What to do
'Duo, I'm gonna kill you!' Quatre whispered under his breath. It was becoming a violent mantra for the stressed out teen.
Quatre sat on his bed, rooting through the yellow pages he had borrowed from the pay phone downstairs. Okay, I guess borrowed isn't the best word; more like 'ripped off'.
It must have been odd for the other patrons of the apartment to see a teenage boy walk up to the booth, open the door, reach in and casually break the yellow pages bindings. Oh well.
You must be wondering who is talking seeing as Quatre is presently occupied with revenge. Well, I'll tell ya. The name's Aru, I'm Q-man's . . . conscience. You know that little devil and angel that sit on someone's shoulder - telling them what to do. But because Q-man is special, and quite old (or at least he used to be) we fused into one being. Now I'm thought as Quatre's pet! The injustice!!
Anyway, looks like Quatre found what he was looking for, so back to the story!
Quatre had spent about half and hour looking for this number. The only one where he knew he could reach Duo's lair. He was about ready to melt when he found the number the 3rd time. That was the problem with these 'special numbers' - the ones the Gods used. If you took your eyes off it for one second, it would move to another page. Although still under the same name, the number would also change so you'd have to find the name over and over if you want to call more often.
Without removing his eyes from the page, Quatre reached up to where Aru (that's me) was sitting. At first I expected him to pet me, but I was mistaken. He hooked his right index finger into my halo, and pulled! It came free with a small pop, ungluing itself from the air above my head.
Poor little Aru whimpered in pain as the shock hit him, and abruptly changed into little Dru - the devil side. Get it? Aru is angel Ru, Dru is devil Ru! Without the little halo to keep Aru from thinking mean thoughts, he (I mean I) changed into my devil form.
'It's so good to be back!' I sang cheerfully. But Quatre paid no attention to me.
He put the tiny halo between his teeth and bit down - HARD! He grimaced as he pulled it back out; there was a small hole in it leaking a glowing yellow substance. Halos are disgusting, but it looks like they taste even worse! (Remember, this is an itty-bitty devil here, I don't like angels - only Quatre - because he's hard not to like.) He quickly put the oozing part to the book, and made a quick swiping motion across the page. Then, he brought the broken halo back to his mouth and licked it. The hole closed almost immediately. Guess you didn't know angels had magical saliva either right, well now you do. They can heal anything!
After checking the halo for any more holes, Quatre removed his eyes from the book, and fastened them on me. His eyes weren't like ice anymore! I guess all that time searching really hard took the anger right out of him. Anyway, he placed the halo back on my head, carefully, and watched as I transformed back into Aru.
'Injustice!'
Dru's last word reminded Quatre vaguely of Wufei for some reason, and it lingered in the air for many moments. Then Quatre turned back to the book.
The yellow streak had highlighted 1 phone number, registered to Duo Maxwell. It must have been hard to find, as it was in the O section. Poor Q-man, having to read all those names, it was a good thing he could speed read.
Ripping the page out of the book, Quatre walked over to the telephone in the kitchen wall. He then, slowly pressed each individual number, making sure he got it right.
Beep! 1-800-666-3385
Also known as 1-800-666-DEVL - Duo did have a sense of humour.
The phone rang 4 times before the 'answering machine' came on. A very monotone voice began to speak.
'The number you have reached is not available. Either you have pressed the wrong number, or you have been redirected here by accident. Please hang up and try your call again.'
The voice stopped speaking, but Quatre could still hear breathing on the other end. It was faint, but it was there.
'Heero!' Quatre shouted into the phone.
'Heero please answer! I need to speak with Duo!'
'Quatre?' Heero's voice sounded surprised.
'What are you doing phoning here? Shouldn't you be with Trowa? Is everything okay, what's wrong?'
There was laughing on the other end.
'What Hee-chan, you mean you don't know? I thought you knew everything!'
Unbeknownst to Quatre, Heero rolled his eyes heavenward. 'God give me strength.' He thought. Contrary to what some people thought, Heero was not a devil. He was an angel - of war to be precise. But, like Wufei knew, the Underworld did tend to give one a tan. So instead of the usual white wings and pale visage, Heero had beautiful crimson wings, and a deeply tanned face.
'Well, sorry Quatre, but Duo had to go introduce more people to Hell. But he did tell me to give you this message.'
There was a click, and Heero's voice vanished. There was silence for a few seconds before The God of Death's cheerful, vibrant voice came on.
'Q-man! How are ya buddy? Well, other than the little problem I witnessed you having, that is! The truth is Q-man, is that you truly wished to become a boy, and my magic cannot over-ride something like that. I hate to say it, but there is nothing I can do . . .
'Another thing, I believe that if you really tried, you could make Trowa like, or even love you - no matter what you looked like. That's how we became friends, isn't it? When you first say me, I was in bad shape; you couldn't even see I even vaguely looked human. Remember how you beat off the other demons who beat me up, and then took care of me until I could go back to Hell. Even once you knew who I was, a lesser devil, you believed in me, and then I got this job as a God. I owed you everything for that.
'Whatever you put your mind to, you will succeed at, I believe in you. Please don't let me down, buddy!'
Quatre could almost feel the sunny smile. I gave him courage, and melted away all his anger. Then he heard the next bit of the message.
'Sorry 'bout this Q-man, but you will have to go to school. There is no other way to meet up with him. I sent all your school supplies to Milliardo. He'll deliver them later today. Anyway, buddy, have fun! And if Hee-chan and I ever get bored, we'll visit you in school! Okay? Good!
'Oh, and one other thing before I go. It may be near the beginning of the year, but you still have a lot of catching up to do. As soon as you hang up, the textbooks will be waiting for you outside your door. Goodbye! And always remember, if you ever need to talk, you know where to find my number!'
Then, there was happy laughter, for a moment before it faded into the dial tone. Hanging up the phone, Quatre heard a knock at the door, and when he opened it . . .
Let's just say a mountain was too small a word.
Quatre sighed and went to work, dragged box after box of books that everyone was expected to have already read. Since Quatre had never gone to school, he needed to catch up just a bit.
20 minutes later the boxes were all in. And Quatre couldn't decide what to read first, they all looked to boring!
'Let's let fate decide, shall we.' He told me quietly, sat on the bed, then reached into a box . . .
And pulled out a rather decrepit old book entitled, 'The Extended Lexicon of Math and Numerical Studies'
Quatre sighed, and covered his face with his hand.
Fate was so cruel.
Author's Notes - Ya! The 2nd chapter is done! Um, this may sound a bit dumb, but can anyone help me put bold and italics on this thing? If you know how to, please e-mail me at ardism@rogers.com Thanx so much, and please tell me what you think of this story!!
- Aquarius Nie -
'Duo, I'm gonna kill you!' Quatre whispered under his breath. It was becoming a violent mantra for the stressed out teen.
Quatre sat on his bed, rooting through the yellow pages he had borrowed from the pay phone downstairs. Okay, I guess borrowed isn't the best word; more like 'ripped off'.
It must have been odd for the other patrons of the apartment to see a teenage boy walk up to the booth, open the door, reach in and casually break the yellow pages bindings. Oh well.
You must be wondering who is talking seeing as Quatre is presently occupied with revenge. Well, I'll tell ya. The name's Aru, I'm Q-man's . . . conscience. You know that little devil and angel that sit on someone's shoulder - telling them what to do. But because Q-man is special, and quite old (or at least he used to be) we fused into one being. Now I'm thought as Quatre's pet! The injustice!!
Anyway, looks like Quatre found what he was looking for, so back to the story!
Quatre had spent about half and hour looking for this number. The only one where he knew he could reach Duo's lair. He was about ready to melt when he found the number the 3rd time. That was the problem with these 'special numbers' - the ones the Gods used. If you took your eyes off it for one second, it would move to another page. Although still under the same name, the number would also change so you'd have to find the name over and over if you want to call more often.
Without removing his eyes from the page, Quatre reached up to where Aru (that's me) was sitting. At first I expected him to pet me, but I was mistaken. He hooked his right index finger into my halo, and pulled! It came free with a small pop, ungluing itself from the air above my head.
Poor little Aru whimpered in pain as the shock hit him, and abruptly changed into little Dru - the devil side. Get it? Aru is angel Ru, Dru is devil Ru! Without the little halo to keep Aru from thinking mean thoughts, he (I mean I) changed into my devil form.
'It's so good to be back!' I sang cheerfully. But Quatre paid no attention to me.
He put the tiny halo between his teeth and bit down - HARD! He grimaced as he pulled it back out; there was a small hole in it leaking a glowing yellow substance. Halos are disgusting, but it looks like they taste even worse! (Remember, this is an itty-bitty devil here, I don't like angels - only Quatre - because he's hard not to like.) He quickly put the oozing part to the book, and made a quick swiping motion across the page. Then, he brought the broken halo back to his mouth and licked it. The hole closed almost immediately. Guess you didn't know angels had magical saliva either right, well now you do. They can heal anything!
After checking the halo for any more holes, Quatre removed his eyes from the book, and fastened them on me. His eyes weren't like ice anymore! I guess all that time searching really hard took the anger right out of him. Anyway, he placed the halo back on my head, carefully, and watched as I transformed back into Aru.
'Injustice!'
Dru's last word reminded Quatre vaguely of Wufei for some reason, and it lingered in the air for many moments. Then Quatre turned back to the book.
The yellow streak had highlighted 1 phone number, registered to Duo Maxwell. It must have been hard to find, as it was in the O section. Poor Q-man, having to read all those names, it was a good thing he could speed read.
Ripping the page out of the book, Quatre walked over to the telephone in the kitchen wall. He then, slowly pressed each individual number, making sure he got it right.
Beep! 1-800-666-3385
Also known as 1-800-666-DEVL - Duo did have a sense of humour.
The phone rang 4 times before the 'answering machine' came on. A very monotone voice began to speak.
'The number you have reached is not available. Either you have pressed the wrong number, or you have been redirected here by accident. Please hang up and try your call again.'
The voice stopped speaking, but Quatre could still hear breathing on the other end. It was faint, but it was there.
'Heero!' Quatre shouted into the phone.
'Heero please answer! I need to speak with Duo!'
'Quatre?' Heero's voice sounded surprised.
'What are you doing phoning here? Shouldn't you be with Trowa? Is everything okay, what's wrong?'
There was laughing on the other end.
'What Hee-chan, you mean you don't know? I thought you knew everything!'
Unbeknownst to Quatre, Heero rolled his eyes heavenward. 'God give me strength.' He thought. Contrary to what some people thought, Heero was not a devil. He was an angel - of war to be precise. But, like Wufei knew, the Underworld did tend to give one a tan. So instead of the usual white wings and pale visage, Heero had beautiful crimson wings, and a deeply tanned face.
'Well, sorry Quatre, but Duo had to go introduce more people to Hell. But he did tell me to give you this message.'
There was a click, and Heero's voice vanished. There was silence for a few seconds before The God of Death's cheerful, vibrant voice came on.
'Q-man! How are ya buddy? Well, other than the little problem I witnessed you having, that is! The truth is Q-man, is that you truly wished to become a boy, and my magic cannot over-ride something like that. I hate to say it, but there is nothing I can do . . .
'Another thing, I believe that if you really tried, you could make Trowa like, or even love you - no matter what you looked like. That's how we became friends, isn't it? When you first say me, I was in bad shape; you couldn't even see I even vaguely looked human. Remember how you beat off the other demons who beat me up, and then took care of me until I could go back to Hell. Even once you knew who I was, a lesser devil, you believed in me, and then I got this job as a God. I owed you everything for that.
'Whatever you put your mind to, you will succeed at, I believe in you. Please don't let me down, buddy!'
Quatre could almost feel the sunny smile. I gave him courage, and melted away all his anger. Then he heard the next bit of the message.
'Sorry 'bout this Q-man, but you will have to go to school. There is no other way to meet up with him. I sent all your school supplies to Milliardo. He'll deliver them later today. Anyway, buddy, have fun! And if Hee-chan and I ever get bored, we'll visit you in school! Okay? Good!
'Oh, and one other thing before I go. It may be near the beginning of the year, but you still have a lot of catching up to do. As soon as you hang up, the textbooks will be waiting for you outside your door. Goodbye! And always remember, if you ever need to talk, you know where to find my number!'
Then, there was happy laughter, for a moment before it faded into the dial tone. Hanging up the phone, Quatre heard a knock at the door, and when he opened it . . .
Let's just say a mountain was too small a word.
Quatre sighed and went to work, dragged box after box of books that everyone was expected to have already read. Since Quatre had never gone to school, he needed to catch up just a bit.
20 minutes later the boxes were all in. And Quatre couldn't decide what to read first, they all looked to boring!
'Let's let fate decide, shall we.' He told me quietly, sat on the bed, then reached into a box . . .
And pulled out a rather decrepit old book entitled, 'The Extended Lexicon of Math and Numerical Studies'
Quatre sighed, and covered his face with his hand.
Fate was so cruel.
Author's Notes - Ya! The 2nd chapter is done! Um, this may sound a bit dumb, but can anyone help me put bold and italics on this thing? If you know how to, please e-mail me at ardism@rogers.com Thanx so much, and please tell me what you think of this story!!
- Aquarius Nie -