Chapter 29
Part II
(Finally)
Duo cursed as he was thrown back from the offending door, and only just managed to save himself with his telekinetic powers. Vinny, on the other side of the room, sighed and shook his head.
"Duo, 'ow many times 'ave I got ta tell ya? Yer not getting' outta here."
Duo growled and approached the door once more. "I'm not going to give up, Vin." he stated, placing his hands on the blackened wood. "I have to get out of here."
He cursed as he lifted himself from the ground. His body was covered in bruises, most having been caused from the evil door of his cell. He had been continuously throwing all of his magic at the door in an attempt to break it down, but it only seemed to absorb the magic and throw it right back, with no sign of even the slightest scratch.
Vinny eyed him worriedly. "Duo. . . That can't be too great fer yer 'ealth."
Duo's eyes narrowed as he glared at the door. "I will not wither away in this rotten room." He growled, eyes flitting towards George's unmoving form. "I'd die trying before I gave up."
Vinny sighed. "I was 'opin' ya weren't gonna say that."
Duo gave a dark smile. "I don't know how much longer I'll last. The magic in the door is eating my powers."
Vinny quirked an eyebrow.
Duo motioned at his shirt in \response. "The colour is fading. Every time i attack the door, it takes a portion of my magic."
"Ain't it directly related to yer soul?"
Duo nodded grimly. "I'm getting weaker, mentally and physically. All of my healing powers are gone. All I have left are my attack spells, and they're fading quickly. I can't live without my magic."
Vinny winced. "I can tell yer not gonna give up, duo Maxwell. It wouldn't' suit yer personality. I'd help ya, but there ain't much I c'n do..."
Duo shook his head. "No, there's nothing you could do. It's all up to me, and I doubt I'll get through this alive, but I have to try. I could never sit around and do nothing for centuries on end..."
Gathering his strength, Duo formed another ball of light and thrust it towards the door, crying out as a part of him was ripped away with the effort. He just barely managed to dodge the counter attack, a mirror image of the one he had sent towards the door.
The day continued from there, with Duo's life force continually diminishing. Tears streamed down his cheeks in fury as he threw himself at the door again and again, only to be hit with a rebound each time as his soul was eaten away.
The braided angel lost his battle two days later when he collapsed in Vinny's arms. "I tried..." he managed to whisper before his eyes slid shut and his body shuddered with his last breath.
Vinny felt a tear roll down his cheek as he brushed the bangs from Duo's clammy forehead. "That you did, kid. Rest in peace now, it's all over..."
Vinny's last statement couldn't have been more wrong.
Duo was far from 'over'. In fact, he was only just beginning...
His amethyst eyes blinked open to pitch blackness as raw power coursed through his body. He could feel his hair flowing freely around him, a blanket of chestnut strands. He was lying on a bed of sorts, and his hands and ankles were chained to the four bed posts. He yanked on his bonds to test their strength, and found that the length of the chains was quite long. He sat up, amazed at the new energy flowing through his blood, part of his very being. He decided after a moment that he was no longer an angel. This magic did not feel at all like his old powers, and he still felt devoid of a soul.
Duo suddenly felt the presence of someone else in the room, and his eyes narrowed as he tried to peer through the darkness...only to find that he could indeed see.
Where am I? And what is going on? He demanded of his thoughts, almost expecting an answer...almost.
His eyes regarded a tall man through the curtain of blackness, and his face was hidden in shadows. He was supporting in one hand a double headed scythe. The other was poised on one hip as he stood silently as if waiting for Duo to speak first.
"Who are you?" The braided teen demanded. "And where am i?"
The man chuckled, a cold, evil sound coming from hidden lips. "Do you not know?" He replied in question.
Duo gasped. "Shinigami..." He murmured softly. "Why am i here?"
The god took a step closer. "You are not the only one to have died trying to escape my prisons. Many have committed suicide, unable to cope with the loneliness and darkness for years on end." He paused for dramatic effect. "However, you *are* the only angel to have given up your entire power in an attempt to escape. You are the only one who was willing to part with their soul...you are the only one who did not give up."
Duo eyed him sceptically. "You kept me alive because I was stupid enough to drain myself of my powers?"
Again he chuckled softly, shaking his head slowly from side to side. "Oh no, Duo Maxwell. You are far from alive. You died in order to save your pitiful friends and their people. You are here because you were willing to sacrifice everything to get back into your world...I admire that....and so i have a proposition for you. Should you accept, you will have endless opportunities...should you refuse,
your force will end, and who knows where you'd go from here...Your sacrifice would have been in vain."
"My initial sacrifice was what got me here in the first place." Duo replied. "I was supposed to 'end' then....But i will hear your 'proposition'...It could be in my better interest. "
"Oh, I assure you that you will find it most interesting. But listen closely, for I will only explain this once..."
*~*
Trowa watched wide-eyed as the smoke cleared, still in shock. He *had* asked for magical protection, but he had not expected *that*. His throne room was a mess. The tapestries were scorched and singed, some edges were still burning. Placing Meiran gently on the ground, he nodded as Wufei headed towards him. Quatre had dropped to his knees, one hand clutched at his heart while he stared blankly at the last place where Duo had been. Tear streaks could be seen on his grimy cheeks. His deep-red dragon had landed lightly beside him, looking at his creator worriedly.
Heading for the small blonde, Trowa crouched, reaching out a hand to place on Quatre's shoulder.
The fire mage blinked at the physical contact, his aqua-marine eyes brimming with tears as he turned them to Trowa. "He's gone..." He whispered sadly, closing his eyes as a tear slipped free, tracing the previous tracks. "I felt it. . .he was in so much pain. . ."
Trowa reached his other hand out and brushed the tear gently away. "He's not suffering any more." He stated calmly.
Quatre nodded slowly. "I know. . . There was no other way. . ." He didn't voice the nagging feeling that it wasn't the last they had seen of the long haired angel.
On the other side of the room, Heero stirred as Nataku nudged him. His blue eyes slowly opened, and he winced in pain as consciousness came flooding back. Reaching up a hand, he ran it over the dragon' head and down her scaly side.
"Croik?"
"I'll be fine." Heero replied as he forced himself into a sitting position. His keen eyes glanced around the room as if looking for something, or someone. He frowned after a minute. "Where's Duo?"
The question resounded throughout the room, and everyone averted their gaze.
"Well?" Heero demanded, eyes narrowing into a glare.
Trowa stood and turned to face Heero. "Duo. . .Duo is - "
His sentence was cut off as ten guards trooped into the room, grim looks on their faces.
The foremost saluted his king. "M'lord, the shadows have been defeated, but I cannot say how. Our losses were many, and most of the city has been destroyed."
Trowa's lips formed a thin line. "Send men with water." HE gestured at the slowly burning tapestries, most of which had been reduced to ashes and embers. The room smelt of smoke, and breathing was difficult. "Once the fires have been extinguished, I will speak to the people in the village square."
The guard nodded, bowed, and turned to head out of the room.
Once he had left, Trowa gave a heavy sigh and glanced around him. Dekim lay motionless near the throne. Quatre had gotten slowly to his feet and was watching him carefully. Wufei was oblivious to all else as he knelt beside Meiran, gently brushing his fingers against her skin. Heero winced as he too got to his feet, but he didn't take long to regain his train of thought.
"Where is Duo?" He growled, eyes flashing menacingly.
"Gone." Quatre replied quietly. "Duo's gone." the blond answered Heero's question before anyone else had a chance to speak.
"Gone where?" Was Heero's threatening reply.
*~*
Duo's eyes widened as Shinigami continued to explain his 'proposition'.
"You'll let me return?" He demanded once the God of Death had finished. "You'll let me go back?"
"I'm not 'letting' you do anything." he replied coldly, eyes narrowing as he leaned lightly on his scythe. Duo's night vision was improving, and he could now make out thin lips and pale skin. Shinigami's cheeks were thin, and his nose was relatively small. Blank hair fell around his shoulders, tucked behind his ears, though a small brain fell down in front on the right. An equally black cape rested on his thin shoulders, hood thrown back. A loose velvet-black robe travelled down to his feet beneath the cape, and it's v-neck revealed more of the pale skin . . . skin that looked as if it hadn't seen light in quite a while. The material of the robe seemed home to some sort of demon that shifted in the darkness of the cloth. The only article of clothing that held any colour was the blood-red sash that was tied securely around his waist.
Jet black bat-like wings protruded from his back, finger-like claws twitched slightly at the ends. The silver scythe glistened in the darkness, picking up some sort of light source, though Duo could not find it.
"If you're not letting me, then what's the catch?" The braided one replied.
Shinigami smirked. It was an evil gesture. "Your soul will belong to me. You will be my personal servant, and do exactly as I wish."
Duo's eyes narrowed. "Exactly?"
A cold laugh bubbled forth from lips that were dark in colour, resting against the pale skin. "I read your mind, angel. You think of blue eyes."
Duo glared, but the gesture was ignored. Shinigami continued. "I do not ask for sexual favours, Duo Maxwell. I simply ask that you complete certain tasks for me. When they are finished, you may return to your time, but you will always belong to me. Should I need you during any century, you will be called to my side. "
Duo raised an eyebrow. "Any century? But I will die within a number of years. Unlike you, I am not immortal."
"I shall give you immortality." Shinigami replied. "If you should wish it to be so. If you would prefer to live your life and come here afterwards, and live in my realm then that is possible as well."
Duo thought this over for a minute. Blue angels are immortal . . . his mind whispered softly. "I'd prefer immortality." He replied. "But I still don't fully understand how I'm going to help you . . . "
Shinigami regarded him slowly, and then nodded. "You are ready. Come with me."
"Ready?" Duo demanded, second eyebrow shooting upwards. "What on Earth is that supposed to mean?"
"To get things straight, we are not on Earth." The God of Death replied. "However, as an answer to your question, it means that I think you are stable enough to commence your duties as an Angel of Death."
*~*
Heero's jaw tightened as Quatre commenced his explanation. "He performed a sacrificial spell." The blond stated, voice void of any emotion. He was completely numb to any feeling. Heero was experiencing the same problem as his mind soaked in the information slowly but surely.
"It can't be . . . " Heero murmured, throat suddenly gone dry. "He can't be . . . gone . . . "
"A shadow-creature almost got him while he was performing the magic part, but he finished just in time. He stepped out of the way threatened Dorothy, and then this smoke came and surrounded him . . . "
Quatre's voice trailed off, and he left out the immense pain that Duo had felt, and that he too had felt through his mind powers.
"And Dorothy?" Heero grunted. "Did Duo's sacrifice work?"
Quatre nodded. "She's gone, too."
"There's not even a body?"
"They disappeared in the smoke. If he wasn't sent to heaven, he's probably within Shinigami's realm."
"So he could still be suffering." Heero concluded.
Quatre nodded sadly. "It's possible . . . but there's no real way to tell. He *was* an angel, so he might have escaped Shinigami and gone upwards, but that is highly unlikely. He sacrificed himself to the God of Death, and Shinigami is not one to let a catch like Duo slip through his nets unnoticed."
Heero's eyes narrowed dangerously. "I'm going to get him back." He growled, swearing to himself that he would not live the rest of his life without the braided angel at his side . . . Even if that meant confronting Shinigami himself.
*~*
Duo followed Shinigami through the passageways of his underground kingdom, always surrounded in total darkness. His night vision seemed to have reached its height in evolution, and everything was in a dull gray. "When your powers are fully granted to you, you will be able to see more clearly." The God of Death was explaining. "You shall be surprised at the power an angel of darkness can wield. Your powers will far surpass those that heaven gave you."
Duo frowned slightly, a sudden memory overwhelming his mind.
*~* flashback *~*
"It all began a long time ago. When God created man, they flourished, becoming stronger than the other species."
"What's a spicis?"
"Let's just say that humans became stronger than the animals, ok?"
"Alright."
"So, humans started to fight with each other."
"How come?"
"Because they wanted to be the strongest, and they wanted to prove it."
"That's not good."
"No, and God knew that humans needed help understanding how to live with each other in peace, without fighting. So, God sent his angels to teach humans of Peace. . ."
*~* end flashback *~*
Being an angel had meant so much to him. Was he ready to give it up just to see those deep blue eyes once more?
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Ok, I know that I was supposed to finish the fic off with this chapter. . . But I realize that it has been really long between updates, and I'm sorry for that. SO as it turns out, I'll write another chapter, and we'll see where it goes from there. Hopefully I'll get a couple more reviews, but I do warn you that flames will simply warm my Canadian igloo during these cold winter months. . . before Sherpock hunts you down and kills you. )
Sherpock-I like the sound of that plan. . . *heads off to find weapons*
You have been warned. Thank you to everyone who has read and reviewed! You all keep me writing!
~ Duo's Only Chick
(Oh, and for the record...comments on my pen name will be ignored accordingly. Thank you for your patience.)
Part II
(Finally)
Duo cursed as he was thrown back from the offending door, and only just managed to save himself with his telekinetic powers. Vinny, on the other side of the room, sighed and shook his head.
"Duo, 'ow many times 'ave I got ta tell ya? Yer not getting' outta here."
Duo growled and approached the door once more. "I'm not going to give up, Vin." he stated, placing his hands on the blackened wood. "I have to get out of here."
He cursed as he lifted himself from the ground. His body was covered in bruises, most having been caused from the evil door of his cell. He had been continuously throwing all of his magic at the door in an attempt to break it down, but it only seemed to absorb the magic and throw it right back, with no sign of even the slightest scratch.
Vinny eyed him worriedly. "Duo. . . That can't be too great fer yer 'ealth."
Duo's eyes narrowed as he glared at the door. "I will not wither away in this rotten room." He growled, eyes flitting towards George's unmoving form. "I'd die trying before I gave up."
Vinny sighed. "I was 'opin' ya weren't gonna say that."
Duo gave a dark smile. "I don't know how much longer I'll last. The magic in the door is eating my powers."
Vinny quirked an eyebrow.
Duo motioned at his shirt in \response. "The colour is fading. Every time i attack the door, it takes a portion of my magic."
"Ain't it directly related to yer soul?"
Duo nodded grimly. "I'm getting weaker, mentally and physically. All of my healing powers are gone. All I have left are my attack spells, and they're fading quickly. I can't live without my magic."
Vinny winced. "I can tell yer not gonna give up, duo Maxwell. It wouldn't' suit yer personality. I'd help ya, but there ain't much I c'n do..."
Duo shook his head. "No, there's nothing you could do. It's all up to me, and I doubt I'll get through this alive, but I have to try. I could never sit around and do nothing for centuries on end..."
Gathering his strength, Duo formed another ball of light and thrust it towards the door, crying out as a part of him was ripped away with the effort. He just barely managed to dodge the counter attack, a mirror image of the one he had sent towards the door.
The day continued from there, with Duo's life force continually diminishing. Tears streamed down his cheeks in fury as he threw himself at the door again and again, only to be hit with a rebound each time as his soul was eaten away.
The braided angel lost his battle two days later when he collapsed in Vinny's arms. "I tried..." he managed to whisper before his eyes slid shut and his body shuddered with his last breath.
Vinny felt a tear roll down his cheek as he brushed the bangs from Duo's clammy forehead. "That you did, kid. Rest in peace now, it's all over..."
Vinny's last statement couldn't have been more wrong.
Duo was far from 'over'. In fact, he was only just beginning...
His amethyst eyes blinked open to pitch blackness as raw power coursed through his body. He could feel his hair flowing freely around him, a blanket of chestnut strands. He was lying on a bed of sorts, and his hands and ankles were chained to the four bed posts. He yanked on his bonds to test their strength, and found that the length of the chains was quite long. He sat up, amazed at the new energy flowing through his blood, part of his very being. He decided after a moment that he was no longer an angel. This magic did not feel at all like his old powers, and he still felt devoid of a soul.
Duo suddenly felt the presence of someone else in the room, and his eyes narrowed as he tried to peer through the darkness...only to find that he could indeed see.
Where am I? And what is going on? He demanded of his thoughts, almost expecting an answer...almost.
His eyes regarded a tall man through the curtain of blackness, and his face was hidden in shadows. He was supporting in one hand a double headed scythe. The other was poised on one hip as he stood silently as if waiting for Duo to speak first.
"Who are you?" The braided teen demanded. "And where am i?"
The man chuckled, a cold, evil sound coming from hidden lips. "Do you not know?" He replied in question.
Duo gasped. "Shinigami..." He murmured softly. "Why am i here?"
The god took a step closer. "You are not the only one to have died trying to escape my prisons. Many have committed suicide, unable to cope with the loneliness and darkness for years on end." He paused for dramatic effect. "However, you *are* the only angel to have given up your entire power in an attempt to escape. You are the only one who was willing to part with their soul...you are the only one who did not give up."
Duo eyed him sceptically. "You kept me alive because I was stupid enough to drain myself of my powers?"
Again he chuckled softly, shaking his head slowly from side to side. "Oh no, Duo Maxwell. You are far from alive. You died in order to save your pitiful friends and their people. You are here because you were willing to sacrifice everything to get back into your world...I admire that....and so i have a proposition for you. Should you accept, you will have endless opportunities...should you refuse,
your force will end, and who knows where you'd go from here...Your sacrifice would have been in vain."
"My initial sacrifice was what got me here in the first place." Duo replied. "I was supposed to 'end' then....But i will hear your 'proposition'...It could be in my better interest. "
"Oh, I assure you that you will find it most interesting. But listen closely, for I will only explain this once..."
*~*
Trowa watched wide-eyed as the smoke cleared, still in shock. He *had* asked for magical protection, but he had not expected *that*. His throne room was a mess. The tapestries were scorched and singed, some edges were still burning. Placing Meiran gently on the ground, he nodded as Wufei headed towards him. Quatre had dropped to his knees, one hand clutched at his heart while he stared blankly at the last place where Duo had been. Tear streaks could be seen on his grimy cheeks. His deep-red dragon had landed lightly beside him, looking at his creator worriedly.
Heading for the small blonde, Trowa crouched, reaching out a hand to place on Quatre's shoulder.
The fire mage blinked at the physical contact, his aqua-marine eyes brimming with tears as he turned them to Trowa. "He's gone..." He whispered sadly, closing his eyes as a tear slipped free, tracing the previous tracks. "I felt it. . .he was in so much pain. . ."
Trowa reached his other hand out and brushed the tear gently away. "He's not suffering any more." He stated calmly.
Quatre nodded slowly. "I know. . . There was no other way. . ." He didn't voice the nagging feeling that it wasn't the last they had seen of the long haired angel.
On the other side of the room, Heero stirred as Nataku nudged him. His blue eyes slowly opened, and he winced in pain as consciousness came flooding back. Reaching up a hand, he ran it over the dragon' head and down her scaly side.
"Croik?"
"I'll be fine." Heero replied as he forced himself into a sitting position. His keen eyes glanced around the room as if looking for something, or someone. He frowned after a minute. "Where's Duo?"
The question resounded throughout the room, and everyone averted their gaze.
"Well?" Heero demanded, eyes narrowing into a glare.
Trowa stood and turned to face Heero. "Duo. . .Duo is - "
His sentence was cut off as ten guards trooped into the room, grim looks on their faces.
The foremost saluted his king. "M'lord, the shadows have been defeated, but I cannot say how. Our losses were many, and most of the city has been destroyed."
Trowa's lips formed a thin line. "Send men with water." HE gestured at the slowly burning tapestries, most of which had been reduced to ashes and embers. The room smelt of smoke, and breathing was difficult. "Once the fires have been extinguished, I will speak to the people in the village square."
The guard nodded, bowed, and turned to head out of the room.
Once he had left, Trowa gave a heavy sigh and glanced around him. Dekim lay motionless near the throne. Quatre had gotten slowly to his feet and was watching him carefully. Wufei was oblivious to all else as he knelt beside Meiran, gently brushing his fingers against her skin. Heero winced as he too got to his feet, but he didn't take long to regain his train of thought.
"Where is Duo?" He growled, eyes flashing menacingly.
"Gone." Quatre replied quietly. "Duo's gone." the blond answered Heero's question before anyone else had a chance to speak.
"Gone where?" Was Heero's threatening reply.
*~*
Duo's eyes widened as Shinigami continued to explain his 'proposition'.
"You'll let me return?" He demanded once the God of Death had finished. "You'll let me go back?"
"I'm not 'letting' you do anything." he replied coldly, eyes narrowing as he leaned lightly on his scythe. Duo's night vision was improving, and he could now make out thin lips and pale skin. Shinigami's cheeks were thin, and his nose was relatively small. Blank hair fell around his shoulders, tucked behind his ears, though a small brain fell down in front on the right. An equally black cape rested on his thin shoulders, hood thrown back. A loose velvet-black robe travelled down to his feet beneath the cape, and it's v-neck revealed more of the pale skin . . . skin that looked as if it hadn't seen light in quite a while. The material of the robe seemed home to some sort of demon that shifted in the darkness of the cloth. The only article of clothing that held any colour was the blood-red sash that was tied securely around his waist.
Jet black bat-like wings protruded from his back, finger-like claws twitched slightly at the ends. The silver scythe glistened in the darkness, picking up some sort of light source, though Duo could not find it.
"If you're not letting me, then what's the catch?" The braided one replied.
Shinigami smirked. It was an evil gesture. "Your soul will belong to me. You will be my personal servant, and do exactly as I wish."
Duo's eyes narrowed. "Exactly?"
A cold laugh bubbled forth from lips that were dark in colour, resting against the pale skin. "I read your mind, angel. You think of blue eyes."
Duo glared, but the gesture was ignored. Shinigami continued. "I do not ask for sexual favours, Duo Maxwell. I simply ask that you complete certain tasks for me. When they are finished, you may return to your time, but you will always belong to me. Should I need you during any century, you will be called to my side. "
Duo raised an eyebrow. "Any century? But I will die within a number of years. Unlike you, I am not immortal."
"I shall give you immortality." Shinigami replied. "If you should wish it to be so. If you would prefer to live your life and come here afterwards, and live in my realm then that is possible as well."
Duo thought this over for a minute. Blue angels are immortal . . . his mind whispered softly. "I'd prefer immortality." He replied. "But I still don't fully understand how I'm going to help you . . . "
Shinigami regarded him slowly, and then nodded. "You are ready. Come with me."
"Ready?" Duo demanded, second eyebrow shooting upwards. "What on Earth is that supposed to mean?"
"To get things straight, we are not on Earth." The God of Death replied. "However, as an answer to your question, it means that I think you are stable enough to commence your duties as an Angel of Death."
*~*
Heero's jaw tightened as Quatre commenced his explanation. "He performed a sacrificial spell." The blond stated, voice void of any emotion. He was completely numb to any feeling. Heero was experiencing the same problem as his mind soaked in the information slowly but surely.
"It can't be . . . " Heero murmured, throat suddenly gone dry. "He can't be . . . gone . . . "
"A shadow-creature almost got him while he was performing the magic part, but he finished just in time. He stepped out of the way threatened Dorothy, and then this smoke came and surrounded him . . . "
Quatre's voice trailed off, and he left out the immense pain that Duo had felt, and that he too had felt through his mind powers.
"And Dorothy?" Heero grunted. "Did Duo's sacrifice work?"
Quatre nodded. "She's gone, too."
"There's not even a body?"
"They disappeared in the smoke. If he wasn't sent to heaven, he's probably within Shinigami's realm."
"So he could still be suffering." Heero concluded.
Quatre nodded sadly. "It's possible . . . but there's no real way to tell. He *was* an angel, so he might have escaped Shinigami and gone upwards, but that is highly unlikely. He sacrificed himself to the God of Death, and Shinigami is not one to let a catch like Duo slip through his nets unnoticed."
Heero's eyes narrowed dangerously. "I'm going to get him back." He growled, swearing to himself that he would not live the rest of his life without the braided angel at his side . . . Even if that meant confronting Shinigami himself.
*~*
Duo followed Shinigami through the passageways of his underground kingdom, always surrounded in total darkness. His night vision seemed to have reached its height in evolution, and everything was in a dull gray. "When your powers are fully granted to you, you will be able to see more clearly." The God of Death was explaining. "You shall be surprised at the power an angel of darkness can wield. Your powers will far surpass those that heaven gave you."
Duo frowned slightly, a sudden memory overwhelming his mind.
*~* flashback *~*
"It all began a long time ago. When God created man, they flourished, becoming stronger than the other species."
"What's a spicis?"
"Let's just say that humans became stronger than the animals, ok?"
"Alright."
"So, humans started to fight with each other."
"How come?"
"Because they wanted to be the strongest, and they wanted to prove it."
"That's not good."
"No, and God knew that humans needed help understanding how to live with each other in peace, without fighting. So, God sent his angels to teach humans of Peace. . ."
*~* end flashback *~*
Being an angel had meant so much to him. Was he ready to give it up just to see those deep blue eyes once more?
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Ok, I know that I was supposed to finish the fic off with this chapter. . . But I realize that it has been really long between updates, and I'm sorry for that. SO as it turns out, I'll write another chapter, and we'll see where it goes from there. Hopefully I'll get a couple more reviews, but I do warn you that flames will simply warm my Canadian igloo during these cold winter months. . . before Sherpock hunts you down and kills you. )
Sherpock-I like the sound of that plan. . . *heads off to find weapons*
You have been warned. Thank you to everyone who has read and reviewed! You all keep me writing!
~ Duo's Only Chick
(Oh, and for the record...comments on my pen name will be ignored accordingly. Thank you for your patience.)
