**I do not own Gundam Wing, it is property of Sunrise, nor do
I own Velgarth, Valdemar, or anything in that area, all property of Mercedes
Lackey**
~~~Enter: Chapter 02. Duo's chapter…It's longer and a lot better then Chapter 01. The wheels in my brain are turning, and the ideas just keep coming. Please read and review. I have good things planned once again.
For anyone who read Chapter 01 originally, I changed Heero's Companion's name to Wing. I was going to name him Wing at first and then Zero, and then I distorted it to Searow…but I think I'll leave it as Wing. I was going to make the Companion's names variations of the Gundam's names but I'll just leave them the same or similar. Well, enjoy the second chapter of Arrows of Honor~~~
Arrows of Honor
Chapter 02: Duo
Duo Maxwell left the cool breeze of the spring night and entered into the tavern known as The Bewildered Warrior. The heat from the tavern hit him in the face and almost sent him reeling backwards. The tavern was filled with the loud and rowdy laughter of drunken man, soldiers and workers, stumbling around flirting with the serving wenches who took it well when it was playful and harmless and hit no few of the man upside the head when it wasn't. Duo entered, walking around the drunks as they staggered back and forth, stepping over the ones that were already near their limit, close to passing out on the floor. He wove around the tables as quickly as he could, all the while snatching the occasional loose purse from the unsuspecting lush, and grabbing abandoned rolls and meat pies off unattended tables. A few of the drunks grabbed around the waist, whistling and saying obscene things, or pinched his backside and proposed even worse things. Most of them probably mistook him for a girl, but he was sure a good number of them didn't. The braid was the primarily problem; there weren't too many boys with a two foot braid trailing behind them, but Duo was also fairly small, thin and underfed. And his eyes, his eyes were large and very prominent on his face, an unusual shade of violet.
Duo managed to escape the unwanted attention very smoothly, leaving the drunks behind him, surprised and searching around for their prize. When he deemed that his pockets were almost filled, he made his why towards the door once again. He was startled for a split second as a rather large, burly man wrapped his arm around Duo's waist, lifting him off the ground. Duo was only surprised for a second, and managed to slip away with ease as the man began to whisper very dirty things in his ear. He snatched the man's purse during his get away and made his way out the door, allowing the spring breeze to wash away the lingering filth of the tavern.
Duo walked silently through the dimly lit streets, going unnoticed by the few people that were out at this time of night; most were still inside the taverns and inns. He walked for a while until he stood outside a small archway with an open wooden gate. Striding through the gate, he entered in to a well lit garden. There were neatly trimmed bushes and plots of flowers along a path, and benches scattered throughout, some of which were occupied by elderly men and women reading or sitting quietly, offering prayers. Duo could see at the end of the path the large wooden doors which open in to the quiet of a temple. He made his towards it, but paused as he passed by a different stone path that split off to his right. He took a few more steps forward, but changed his mind and turned down the second path. Along his sides were trimmed rose bushes climbing up painted white trellises. It was still too early for the roses to be in bloom, but he could imagine how it would look when they were. Bright colors, shades of red, pink, yellow, and white, would illuminate the path, and the smell of the flowers would be intoxicating.
Duo stopped at the end of the end of the walkway, in front of a small grotto. Inside stood a statue of an elderly man; he held a book in one hand and he looked kindly down at his feet where there sat children, faces filled with wonder, awe, and admiration, and love. Duo looked down to read the small metal plaque underneath the figure, even though he already knew what it said:
"For Father Xavyer Maxwell: Beloved teacher and priest. May your kind and loving heart live on in the lives of the sick you healed, the poor you aided, and the children you taught. May you rest forever in the peace of the havens."
"Hey, Father Maxwell," Duo said to the statue, not caring who heard him. "Are you doing all right?" He laughed to himself. "Hell, I'm sure you are, being up in the havens and all. I just stopped by to…deliver a few things. I've been helping a lot of people, Father, just like you used to. And my kids, I've been making sure they do their work, and are well fed. I even found Maxi a job last week. You remember him, right? I stopped by yesterday. He seems to like it." Duo paused and cleared his throat, where a sudden lump had appeared. "You know, Father, I…I really miss you, I just…"
"Duo?" A deep voice interrupted him. "Duo, is that you back there?"
"Yes, Father." Duo called back.
"Why don't you come inside."
"Alright, I'll be right there. Good night, Father Maxwell," Duo whispered to the statue as he turned and retreated back down the path. At the end, he found a tall, elderly man with wild grey hair and dark-rimmed glasses. "Yo. Father Howard. How's it going?"
"Good evening, Duo," the man replied. "I knew you'd be stopping by tonight. You're a little over due for a visit." The two walked down the rest of the path and through the two large wooden doors to enter into the temple. An aura of peace enveloped Duo as he passed over the threshold. He looked around, comfortable in these familiar surroundings. The room was brightly lit by candles, either in tall holders on the floor or held in sconces on the walls. The windows were made of painted glass that formed brilliant images of nature, streams, mountains, forests, clouds. The room was filled with rows and rows of wooden pews. Father Howard led the way to a bench in the back of the room and sat down.
"So, I assume you are here for the usual reasons?" Father Howard began.
"You got it, Father." Duo sat down and began to extract the stolen purses from his pocket; there were six all together. Quite a good haul for a night's work. "There ya go. I trust it all to your judgment."
"Duo, you know I don't approve of this…"
"And you, Father, know that I'm going to continue to do it anyway. It's just easier to give it all to you instead of giving it out myself," Duo said, getting a little frustrated. "You say the same thing every time I come here. 'I disapprove of this, you know,'" he said, mockingly, "'knowing where you get all this money.' And I get it from drunks. From filthy, no good drunks that do little work to be handed gold, just to throw it all away on getting shit-faced every night. This money is better spent on the people who need it then thrown away in some rat-infested tavern. I'd hand out the money to people myself, but I don't know the people that are truly in need of it and you do. So make my life a whole lot easier and just take it."
"Alright, son, I'll take it, but I don't like it. I…"
"Yeah, yeah," Duo stood and turned to leave. "Good night, Father. I have to go get back to my kids."
"Thanks again, Duo," the priest said to the young man's retreating back. "May the gods smile upon you."
Duo left the temple pausing again at the path to say a silent good night to Father Maxwell. Then he made his way home down the quiet streets of Haven.
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Home sweet home. Duo turned down a dark alley and found the hidden door to his right, opening it slowly. The room he walked into was fairly large, but seemed cramped with the number of furniture and people that occupied it. There was a rickety old table to one side, with four equally run down chairs surrounding it. On the opposite side sat three beds, which were more like wooden boxes filled with straw and blankets, but they were comfortable and no one complained. There a few old trunks near the table, propped open with patched up and hole filled hand me down clothes spilling out of them. Several sconces along the walls held candles that lit the room up nicely. It had taken Duo quite a while to find this place and have it set up as well as he did, but it was worth the time. And it was home.
Ten year old Jakep and nine year old Milli sat at the table, heads bent over a few scraps of paper as the scratched out their figures and letters. They were a brother and sister pair that Duo had found. Their father was in jail and their mother had been to poor to take care of them, so she abandoned them when they were very young. They had been under the temple's care until Duo took them in. Revyn, who was eight, sat on the floor with his little pipe, picking out a simple tune. He didn't know who his father was, since his mother had been a prostitute and left him a year ago.
On one of the beds sat Drewi, quietly reading a book to little Emmi, who he held in his lap. Drewi had found Duo two years ago and refused to answer any questions. Duo didn't even know how old he was, but he helped out and took care of the others, so he was welcome to stay.
And then there was Emmi. "Duo! I missed you!" Emmi, leapt out of Drewi's leapt and ran toward Duo. She went to give him a hug but he stopped her.
"Woah, woah. Gimme a second babe." He smiled a winked at her as he reached into his pockets and produced the food he had taken from the tavern. He set it all out the table for the others to share, and then gave one pie to Emmi, before scooping her up in his arms.
"Thanks Duo!" The others said as they helped themselves.
"No problem. Just doing my job," he laughed. "Aren't you guys up a bit late?"
"Yeah, sorry," said Jekap. "We were waiting for you to get back."
"Well you guys should get some sleep soon. I know I am dead tired." He drops down on the bed, placing the girl in his lap.
"Did you have a lot of luck out there tonight?" Drewi asked.
"Yeah, I stopped by the temple and gave it all to Father Howard. He still gives me the same speech every time I walk in there."
"He shouldn't. Those damn drunks don't deserve that money." Milli said. "Oh, Duo, Zakk was here. I think you should stop by his place tomorrow."
"I was going to anyway." Duo yawned. "I'm gonna get to sleep now. You guys should too. You sleeping with me tonight, babe?" he asked Emmi, who nodded up at him. "Alright." Duo laid back on the bed and covered up himself and Emmi, who was already content and curled up next to him.
Duo tried to sleep, but he was thinking back to four years ago when he first found her, back when she was two and he was eleven. He remembered how it was raining, but he could still hear her crying over the sound of the thunder. She sat on the road crying over the broken and bleeding body of a woman. When, he looked at it, he knew she was dead, so he just picked the girl up and carried her to some place dry, calmed her down, got her to eat something, and sleep. She was like a little sister to him. All of his kids were special; they were like a family. He took care of them and provided for them. There were others too, ones that he helped who had sick or disabled parents. Duo found them and he helped them, fed them, and made sure they could get work. He was known by many of the poor children in Haven for some of the things he did. Unfortunately, many of the people and Haven knew him as a master thief and pickpocket; he'd never been caught, and if he had it his way he never would.
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Such a great day! Duo thought as he walked through the streets the next day. He had woken up late, his kids already gone, out to the temple for their lessons. He had taken his time to get up and find some food, and then he made his way to see Zakk. Zakk's father was crippled; he had been injured in a fight and would most likely be permanently crippled, so Duo had been helping them out. He had saved a few of the coins from the previous night's goods and given them to Zakk and his father. Now, he was content to just to walk through Haven. The weather was beautiful; a bright spring sun, a gently breeze, it was a perfect day.
As he walked down the street, bounce in his step and spirits high, Duo noticed a richly dressed old man walking his way, with a fat purse hanging unguarded form his belt. Well, looks like the gods do smile on me. As he walked by he reached up and skillfully grabbed the man's purse, undetected…or not. The man turned around and tried to grab him, but Duo dodged and started to run.
"Hey you! Gimme back my money, you little rat!" Duo wove in and out of people on the street. He was a little startled at being discovered in his pick pocketing so he wasn't on his best game. He almost hit another kid with his braid he tried to offer an apology, but got distracted when he turned to look at the guy. He had messy brown hair and the coldest blue eyes he had ever seen.
Duo decided to skip that and kept running, but he was still looking back at the other kid when he ran straight into something big and hard. He felt a hand grip his collar and lift him off the ground. "What the?" he said, failing about. "Hey, let me go!"
He heard a laugh that sent chills up his spine. "Well, look what I got." Duo looked up to find him self being held by a big, burly man…the same man that had grabbed him last night in the tavern. "Well, if it isn't the pretty boy from last night. I'll take this." He grabbed the purse from Duo and started walking toward down the street. Duo was too stunned; he couldn't move or think. "This outta make up for the money you stole from me last night, but I think you owe me something else."
Pain shot through Duo's back and head as he was thrown up against the wall of the alley.
"You know, kid, it's not right to steal other people's money."
More pain spread from the back of his head as he was hit the jaw by the man's fist and his head once again slammed into the wall.
"I woulda given you the money too." Another punch in the face. Duo legs began to give out and he started to slide down the wall. "All you had to do was a little of the favors I was asking you about last night." The man's foot smashed into his stomach, knocking him into the wall again, before he fell to the ground.
Duo was in too much pain and still in too much shock to move. He opened his eyes to look up at the man. "Too late now, though," he said. Duo watched the man pull his fist back. "You'll just have to give 'em to me for free." Duo closed his eyes and waited for the impact.
An unearthly screech met his ears. He heard the man scream in surprise and terror, and then a dull thud, followed by the sound of running. Duo still couldn't move, he didn't want to open his eyes too scared of what he'd see. He jumped as something warm and soft like velvet caressed his cheek. Reluctantly, he opened his eyes…and found himself drowning in a sapphire ocean of love. He heard a soft voice in his head.
: I Choose you. I'm Scythe and you, Duo Maxwell, will be my Herald… :
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~~~Well, there's Chapter 02. It turned out to be a lot longer then I thought it would, a lot longer then the Heero chapter, but I kinda like that one the way it is, but oh well. I hope it didn't seem too long or boring. I tried to make it interesting. Well, read and review. I'll start working on Chapter 03…I'm sure you can all guess who that chapter's going to be about. Alright, please review. I really like reviews. Arigato ^.^ ~~~
~~~Enter: Chapter 02. Duo's chapter…It's longer and a lot better then Chapter 01. The wheels in my brain are turning, and the ideas just keep coming. Please read and review. I have good things planned once again.
For anyone who read Chapter 01 originally, I changed Heero's Companion's name to Wing. I was going to name him Wing at first and then Zero, and then I distorted it to Searow…but I think I'll leave it as Wing. I was going to make the Companion's names variations of the Gundam's names but I'll just leave them the same or similar. Well, enjoy the second chapter of Arrows of Honor~~~
Arrows of Honor
Chapter 02: Duo
Duo Maxwell left the cool breeze of the spring night and entered into the tavern known as The Bewildered Warrior. The heat from the tavern hit him in the face and almost sent him reeling backwards. The tavern was filled with the loud and rowdy laughter of drunken man, soldiers and workers, stumbling around flirting with the serving wenches who took it well when it was playful and harmless and hit no few of the man upside the head when it wasn't. Duo entered, walking around the drunks as they staggered back and forth, stepping over the ones that were already near their limit, close to passing out on the floor. He wove around the tables as quickly as he could, all the while snatching the occasional loose purse from the unsuspecting lush, and grabbing abandoned rolls and meat pies off unattended tables. A few of the drunks grabbed around the waist, whistling and saying obscene things, or pinched his backside and proposed even worse things. Most of them probably mistook him for a girl, but he was sure a good number of them didn't. The braid was the primarily problem; there weren't too many boys with a two foot braid trailing behind them, but Duo was also fairly small, thin and underfed. And his eyes, his eyes were large and very prominent on his face, an unusual shade of violet.
Duo managed to escape the unwanted attention very smoothly, leaving the drunks behind him, surprised and searching around for their prize. When he deemed that his pockets were almost filled, he made his why towards the door once again. He was startled for a split second as a rather large, burly man wrapped his arm around Duo's waist, lifting him off the ground. Duo was only surprised for a second, and managed to slip away with ease as the man began to whisper very dirty things in his ear. He snatched the man's purse during his get away and made his way out the door, allowing the spring breeze to wash away the lingering filth of the tavern.
Duo walked silently through the dimly lit streets, going unnoticed by the few people that were out at this time of night; most were still inside the taverns and inns. He walked for a while until he stood outside a small archway with an open wooden gate. Striding through the gate, he entered in to a well lit garden. There were neatly trimmed bushes and plots of flowers along a path, and benches scattered throughout, some of which were occupied by elderly men and women reading or sitting quietly, offering prayers. Duo could see at the end of the path the large wooden doors which open in to the quiet of a temple. He made his towards it, but paused as he passed by a different stone path that split off to his right. He took a few more steps forward, but changed his mind and turned down the second path. Along his sides were trimmed rose bushes climbing up painted white trellises. It was still too early for the roses to be in bloom, but he could imagine how it would look when they were. Bright colors, shades of red, pink, yellow, and white, would illuminate the path, and the smell of the flowers would be intoxicating.
Duo stopped at the end of the end of the walkway, in front of a small grotto. Inside stood a statue of an elderly man; he held a book in one hand and he looked kindly down at his feet where there sat children, faces filled with wonder, awe, and admiration, and love. Duo looked down to read the small metal plaque underneath the figure, even though he already knew what it said:
"For Father Xavyer Maxwell: Beloved teacher and priest. May your kind and loving heart live on in the lives of the sick you healed, the poor you aided, and the children you taught. May you rest forever in the peace of the havens."
"Hey, Father Maxwell," Duo said to the statue, not caring who heard him. "Are you doing all right?" He laughed to himself. "Hell, I'm sure you are, being up in the havens and all. I just stopped by to…deliver a few things. I've been helping a lot of people, Father, just like you used to. And my kids, I've been making sure they do their work, and are well fed. I even found Maxi a job last week. You remember him, right? I stopped by yesterday. He seems to like it." Duo paused and cleared his throat, where a sudden lump had appeared. "You know, Father, I…I really miss you, I just…"
"Duo?" A deep voice interrupted him. "Duo, is that you back there?"
"Yes, Father." Duo called back.
"Why don't you come inside."
"Alright, I'll be right there. Good night, Father Maxwell," Duo whispered to the statue as he turned and retreated back down the path. At the end, he found a tall, elderly man with wild grey hair and dark-rimmed glasses. "Yo. Father Howard. How's it going?"
"Good evening, Duo," the man replied. "I knew you'd be stopping by tonight. You're a little over due for a visit." The two walked down the rest of the path and through the two large wooden doors to enter into the temple. An aura of peace enveloped Duo as he passed over the threshold. He looked around, comfortable in these familiar surroundings. The room was brightly lit by candles, either in tall holders on the floor or held in sconces on the walls. The windows were made of painted glass that formed brilliant images of nature, streams, mountains, forests, clouds. The room was filled with rows and rows of wooden pews. Father Howard led the way to a bench in the back of the room and sat down.
"So, I assume you are here for the usual reasons?" Father Howard began.
"You got it, Father." Duo sat down and began to extract the stolen purses from his pocket; there were six all together. Quite a good haul for a night's work. "There ya go. I trust it all to your judgment."
"Duo, you know I don't approve of this…"
"And you, Father, know that I'm going to continue to do it anyway. It's just easier to give it all to you instead of giving it out myself," Duo said, getting a little frustrated. "You say the same thing every time I come here. 'I disapprove of this, you know,'" he said, mockingly, "'knowing where you get all this money.' And I get it from drunks. From filthy, no good drunks that do little work to be handed gold, just to throw it all away on getting shit-faced every night. This money is better spent on the people who need it then thrown away in some rat-infested tavern. I'd hand out the money to people myself, but I don't know the people that are truly in need of it and you do. So make my life a whole lot easier and just take it."
"Alright, son, I'll take it, but I don't like it. I…"
"Yeah, yeah," Duo stood and turned to leave. "Good night, Father. I have to go get back to my kids."
"Thanks again, Duo," the priest said to the young man's retreating back. "May the gods smile upon you."
Duo left the temple pausing again at the path to say a silent good night to Father Maxwell. Then he made his way home down the quiet streets of Haven.
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Home sweet home. Duo turned down a dark alley and found the hidden door to his right, opening it slowly. The room he walked into was fairly large, but seemed cramped with the number of furniture and people that occupied it. There was a rickety old table to one side, with four equally run down chairs surrounding it. On the opposite side sat three beds, which were more like wooden boxes filled with straw and blankets, but they were comfortable and no one complained. There a few old trunks near the table, propped open with patched up and hole filled hand me down clothes spilling out of them. Several sconces along the walls held candles that lit the room up nicely. It had taken Duo quite a while to find this place and have it set up as well as he did, but it was worth the time. And it was home.
Ten year old Jakep and nine year old Milli sat at the table, heads bent over a few scraps of paper as the scratched out their figures and letters. They were a brother and sister pair that Duo had found. Their father was in jail and their mother had been to poor to take care of them, so she abandoned them when they were very young. They had been under the temple's care until Duo took them in. Revyn, who was eight, sat on the floor with his little pipe, picking out a simple tune. He didn't know who his father was, since his mother had been a prostitute and left him a year ago.
On one of the beds sat Drewi, quietly reading a book to little Emmi, who he held in his lap. Drewi had found Duo two years ago and refused to answer any questions. Duo didn't even know how old he was, but he helped out and took care of the others, so he was welcome to stay.
And then there was Emmi. "Duo! I missed you!" Emmi, leapt out of Drewi's leapt and ran toward Duo. She went to give him a hug but he stopped her.
"Woah, woah. Gimme a second babe." He smiled a winked at her as he reached into his pockets and produced the food he had taken from the tavern. He set it all out the table for the others to share, and then gave one pie to Emmi, before scooping her up in his arms.
"Thanks Duo!" The others said as they helped themselves.
"No problem. Just doing my job," he laughed. "Aren't you guys up a bit late?"
"Yeah, sorry," said Jekap. "We were waiting for you to get back."
"Well you guys should get some sleep soon. I know I am dead tired." He drops down on the bed, placing the girl in his lap.
"Did you have a lot of luck out there tonight?" Drewi asked.
"Yeah, I stopped by the temple and gave it all to Father Howard. He still gives me the same speech every time I walk in there."
"He shouldn't. Those damn drunks don't deserve that money." Milli said. "Oh, Duo, Zakk was here. I think you should stop by his place tomorrow."
"I was going to anyway." Duo yawned. "I'm gonna get to sleep now. You guys should too. You sleeping with me tonight, babe?" he asked Emmi, who nodded up at him. "Alright." Duo laid back on the bed and covered up himself and Emmi, who was already content and curled up next to him.
Duo tried to sleep, but he was thinking back to four years ago when he first found her, back when she was two and he was eleven. He remembered how it was raining, but he could still hear her crying over the sound of the thunder. She sat on the road crying over the broken and bleeding body of a woman. When, he looked at it, he knew she was dead, so he just picked the girl up and carried her to some place dry, calmed her down, got her to eat something, and sleep. She was like a little sister to him. All of his kids were special; they were like a family. He took care of them and provided for them. There were others too, ones that he helped who had sick or disabled parents. Duo found them and he helped them, fed them, and made sure they could get work. He was known by many of the poor children in Haven for some of the things he did. Unfortunately, many of the people and Haven knew him as a master thief and pickpocket; he'd never been caught, and if he had it his way he never would.
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Such a great day! Duo thought as he walked through the streets the next day. He had woken up late, his kids already gone, out to the temple for their lessons. He had taken his time to get up and find some food, and then he made his way to see Zakk. Zakk's father was crippled; he had been injured in a fight and would most likely be permanently crippled, so Duo had been helping them out. He had saved a few of the coins from the previous night's goods and given them to Zakk and his father. Now, he was content to just to walk through Haven. The weather was beautiful; a bright spring sun, a gently breeze, it was a perfect day.
As he walked down the street, bounce in his step and spirits high, Duo noticed a richly dressed old man walking his way, with a fat purse hanging unguarded form his belt. Well, looks like the gods do smile on me. As he walked by he reached up and skillfully grabbed the man's purse, undetected…or not. The man turned around and tried to grab him, but Duo dodged and started to run.
"Hey you! Gimme back my money, you little rat!" Duo wove in and out of people on the street. He was a little startled at being discovered in his pick pocketing so he wasn't on his best game. He almost hit another kid with his braid he tried to offer an apology, but got distracted when he turned to look at the guy. He had messy brown hair and the coldest blue eyes he had ever seen.
Duo decided to skip that and kept running, but he was still looking back at the other kid when he ran straight into something big and hard. He felt a hand grip his collar and lift him off the ground. "What the?" he said, failing about. "Hey, let me go!"
He heard a laugh that sent chills up his spine. "Well, look what I got." Duo looked up to find him self being held by a big, burly man…the same man that had grabbed him last night in the tavern. "Well, if it isn't the pretty boy from last night. I'll take this." He grabbed the purse from Duo and started walking toward down the street. Duo was too stunned; he couldn't move or think. "This outta make up for the money you stole from me last night, but I think you owe me something else."
Pain shot through Duo's back and head as he was thrown up against the wall of the alley.
"You know, kid, it's not right to steal other people's money."
More pain spread from the back of his head as he was hit the jaw by the man's fist and his head once again slammed into the wall.
"I woulda given you the money too." Another punch in the face. Duo legs began to give out and he started to slide down the wall. "All you had to do was a little of the favors I was asking you about last night." The man's foot smashed into his stomach, knocking him into the wall again, before he fell to the ground.
Duo was in too much pain and still in too much shock to move. He opened his eyes to look up at the man. "Too late now, though," he said. Duo watched the man pull his fist back. "You'll just have to give 'em to me for free." Duo closed his eyes and waited for the impact.
An unearthly screech met his ears. He heard the man scream in surprise and terror, and then a dull thud, followed by the sound of running. Duo still couldn't move, he didn't want to open his eyes too scared of what he'd see. He jumped as something warm and soft like velvet caressed his cheek. Reluctantly, he opened his eyes…and found himself drowning in a sapphire ocean of love. He heard a soft voice in his head.
: I Choose you. I'm Scythe and you, Duo Maxwell, will be my Herald… :
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~~~Well, there's Chapter 02. It turned out to be a lot longer then I thought it would, a lot longer then the Heero chapter, but I kinda like that one the way it is, but oh well. I hope it didn't seem too long or boring. I tried to make it interesting. Well, read and review. I'll start working on Chapter 03…I'm sure you can all guess who that chapter's going to be about. Alright, please review. I really like reviews. Arigato ^.^ ~~~