Hello once again. Boy oh boy. Midterm at school...yuck. . I know I just bombed a test in poetry. *sigh* and then the test on the Iliad...*mumbles under breath* stupid Greek names sound so much alike...

*Ahem* Anyways, I really want to get started on my story, but I have received another one of those pesky flames. This one is sent from lilliana, whoever that is. She had this to say about my work, "Dude, Girl, whatever you are. This story sucks ASS!!!! Get a life and please do me a favor and stop writting :)"

Now, let's go through this class, one step at a time. "Dude, Girl, whatever you are." That is not very nice. I thought I made it perfectly clear that I was a woman. How could I be a "Dude" and a "girl". Secondly, you really shouldn't capitalize 'girl' being it is the second word in a sentence and it isn't a name.

"This story sucks ASS!!!!" Gee, what is it with the excess exclamation points? They really are not needed. Your point is perfectly clear. My work is not to your liking. I guess you must not have an open mind. Besides, I never knew ass could suck. Please explain to me how ones ass can suck. I'm in the dark here.

"Get a life" Ok, I've addressed the 'get a life' part before and I really hate repeating myself so, I'll just say that I do have a life. Your the one that doesn't.

"and please do me a favor" Why should I give you a favor? Your the one who's insulting me. Other people seem to enjoy it. You're the one that doesn't like it.

"and stop writting" What, may I ask, is 'writting'? Is it a sport? Is it an emotion? Or is it you mean WRITING? As in a literary composition. Maybe one should think about using 'spell check.' I hear most computers now a days have it. If you don't there is always the thesaurus. (That is a big book that shows how to spell words and it shows other words with the same meaning. It is a very useful guide. I suggest you get one if you don't have it.) or a dictionary. (Again, something one should never due without.) Maybe you should just learn how to spell. It makes you look smarter is you spell correctly.

As a final note, criticism is good. I like criticism. It tells me how to improve. Full fledged bashing of one's beliefs (as the above statement) is not something I like to hear or read.

So to all you people who want to continue to read my story...

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Chapter 5: Secrets Revealed

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"Quatre! I can explain!" He heard Duo's voice call out his name, but that...that thing couldn't possibly be Duo....it just couldn't.

He ran faster, knowing that demonic thing was right behind him. He sped into the kitchen and ran to a specific cupboard where he knew they kept an extra gun for protection.

The others stared at him in shock as they sat at the table. Trowa just finished explaining what Une had told him on the letter when all the commotion started. "Quatre..." Trowa stood in front of the blond. "What's going--"

"Move."

"What?"

"Move!" Quatre shouted. His eyes were transfixed on the empty doorway, waiting for something to happen. (What that something was, was still a mystery to the rest of the group.)

Trowa didn't think twice about slowly moving out of the blonds range of fire.

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Duo whimpered. Here he stood, in a dark hallway with his back pressed against the wall. A mere two inches away from being shot at by one of his closest friends.

He knew Quatre went for the gun. Who wouldn't have? He would have.

Of course, he also knew what he and his kind were capable of. Quatre ran just from looking at him. But he had to admit, he was quite intimidating.

Duo shook his head. This was no time to be thinking of what he was and was not capable of. Right now he had to think of a way out of this situation.

One, he could run. Probably the most logical of solutions, but it did require him to get to the front door, which was past the kitchen. The back door was right out, being it was in the kitchen.

He was fast. He was very fast. But Quatre's instinct told him to shoot anything that moving, thusly, him.

Choice two. He could talk and try to reason with Quatre. Also a logical solution. He had the others to back him up and they would try to get him to drop the gun.

The problem was, Quatre wouldn't believe him and wouldn't listen to the others. He knew what he saw and no matter how crazy his story would sound to the others, he wouldn't bend.

Three, he could kill them. That would kind of defeat the purpose of not getting anyone hurt, but it was an option. Though he would never do it.

Four. He could get himself killed. Again, not the solution he was looking for.

Five. Maybe by luck, a stray pizza boy would show up at the back door and Quatre would shoot him instead of Duo and leave enough time open for escape.

Six. Relena could show up and call out for Heero. In turn, this action makes the perfect soldier go over the edge, wrestle the gun from Quatre and finally do what he had promised to do so many years before and during the ruckus, Duo could escape.

Seven, Trieze could raise from the dead and Duo could use him as a shield.

God...now he was getting desperate...

Ok...he narrowed down his choices to two possibilities, getting-the-hell-out and talking. There was no harm in trying to talk his way out of being shot. Besides, even if Quatre wouldn't listen, he would have probably calmed the blond down enough to run.

Duo cleared his throat. "Q...Quatre..?"

Duo jumped five feet into the air and yelped in surprise as the gun went off. 'Guess he won't talk...' Duo stared wide-eyed at the smoking hole in the wall. This was not good.

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Trowa grabbed for the gun and took it out of Quatre's hands. "What are you doing!" He hissed. "You just tried to shoot Duo!"

"That's not Duo!" Quatre hissed back. "It sounds like him, but it isn't. That...that thing can't be Duo." He pointed to the empty doorway. "It was in Duo's room...I think it might have....killed Duo..."

Wufei and Heero exchanged glances. "Are you sure it killed Duo?"

"Duo, get in here now." Trowa ordered.

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"Ah...Now?" Oh crap. Now he was really screwed.

"Duo, get in this room now." Trowa sounded more forceful the second time he ordered Duo into the room.

"C...can you throw me the gun? It'll make me feel safer." He waited a few seconds then heard the sound of a gun sliding across the wooden floor.

The weapon hit the wall across from where Duo stood with a soft 'thump'. Duo slowly bent down and picked it up, making certain no one could see him.

He put the safety on and carefully put the gun in a safe place on his body.

'Now's my chance...' Duo gulped and took off in a dead run for the front door.

Before he could even clear the doorway, a being with great bodyweight ran into Duo with all his strength and both fell to the floor.

Heero sat on Duo's chest and held his arms over his head. "Maxwell, your far too predictable..." He trailed off and stared in shock.

Heero jumped off and stood four feet away from his friend in a fighting position.

Duo sat up and ran a hand threw his hair. "Uh...surprise?" He smiled sheepishly and quickly tried to think of an explanation.

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Ok, I lied. I'm sorry! So sorry! But that only means that the next chapter will actually have Duo's secret revealed! Again I'm sorry! ^^;

Ok, I'm not all that sorry. I wanted it to end that way so...Ha!

Oh boy...now here's the real question. When will Melyn find time to finish this fic?!?! Gaaa!!! So much work! So much work! *Runs around like a chicken without it's head*