karina - I'm very sorry!!! I have this huge writers block!!!! Waaaahhh!!!!!! I can't think of a way to continue. I have some ideas for later scenes, but... I can't think of what to put in Chapter 12!!! Actually, it's more like I don't now how to start!!!! *pulls at hair in frustration* Any idea's would be highly appreciated!!! *hopeful teary eyes* I promise I won't abandon it though. ;*_______*; *sniffles*

Gracie Rin - Thank you. Umm............ er................ maybe its because he's convenient?

cryearthstearsfalltou - Sorry ^_^'''

Lady Jam - Thank you. I'll try.

evilishere - Thank you for joining and welcome! Do you really think so? *blushes* Ok I'll try! ^_~

Natasha Qureshi - Thank you! Adorable Hee-chan!!! *giggles and huggles an imaginary Heero plushy*

GoldenRat - Thank you.

devylzangyl - Thank you very much. I just couldn't get the thought of Heero not knowing what a hard-on was out of my head. *giggles* I found it so cute!

CinC - I'm glad you're happy. Hope I didn't frustrate you too much. Wing didn't protest at all because he knows who Duo is. He is a magical creature and he has a sort of instinct about some things. And Duo was half-asleep by then. He won't remember it. He doesn't even know what it means yet.

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AN/: I am sorry this is the last chapter for a while. ^_^"" Very very sorry!!!!

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Part Eleven: Mage and Elf

Trowa sat under by the fountain in the open airy ballroom. He held a beautiful golden flute in his hands. Delicate sweet notes hummed through the air as he played a soft gentle melody. He noted absently, the gentle presence by the door. Knowing who it was without looking, he simply continued to play on the flute. He was rather surprised though, when another melody started playing in synchrony with his own. Looking up, he saw Quatre playing the violin. The higher tone blended beautifully with the tone of the flute.

The two of them played for a long while in the peaceful serenity of the ballroom, the music echoing through the high and elegant arched ceiling.

"My Dear Huntress, do you see what I see."

"Of course. My son has found his soulmate."

"Will you play matchmaker?"

"Of course not. I do not interfere with the affairs of my son unless it is required."

"Sometimes I wonder how the two of you can be sisters."

"Why? Is there something wrong with my sister? I thought you adored her?"

"Of course I adore her. It's just... why does she worry so much?"

"It's her nature."

"True."

"Don't fret. She loves you after all."

"Yes, I suppose that is what is important."

Quatre stood on the balcony overlooking the forest. It had been thrilling and exhilarating to play music with Trowa. He wondered why he felt peaceful and complete whenever the silent Elf was around. From the feelings he sensed from him, Trowa was almost always calm.

Looking out at the beautiful view, he fell into a trance. He found himself in the same tower he had seen during the Test. Cerle lay on the bed asleep. There were tear tracks on his cheeks. Suddenly, three men entered. There was a little girl with them. She looked almost the same as Cerle except her features were softer and her hair was much longer. She was Ceres, Cerle's twin sister. She wore a ragged, torn and dirty tunic, which had some bloodstains on the edges. On her right wrist she wore a golden bangle with glowing runic lines obviously meant to bind. She had scratches all over her and she had a large purple bruise on the side of her face like someone had backhanded her.

Quatre watched as the men threw the little girl to the floor and left. Quatre watched as Cerle woke up and looked around him confused. Ceres was still on the floor. Spotting his sister, Cerle rushed of the bed to take her into his arms. She clutched his waist as her body began shivering. Crying her eyes out, she poured all the pain and suffering into her tears. Finally, some time later, she fell asleep exhausted.

Cerle looked at his twin for the longest time. Rousing, he carried her to his bed and lay her down.

Quatre watched as the boy removed the tunic she wore. His horrified gaze fell onto her body. It was myriad of bruises and cuts and half-healed wounds. And... there was blood between her legs. It was obvious what had happened.

Taking the water basin from the corner, Cerle tore a strip from his tunic and began to wash his sister's body. Gently the boy cleaned the wounds from the blood and dirt. When he was done, as gently as possible he wiped the blood of her legs. When she was totally clean, Cerle placed his hand her heart and kissed her innocently on her mouth. The reason for this became apparent when a soft golden glow mixed with black streaks surrounded them. The wounds on the girl healed. And there was no trace of there being a wound in the first place. No scar. The bruises faded completely.

Quatre watched fascinated. He tried to move but then he found that he couldn't. Suddenly, he felt a sudden swirl of air crackling with energy. When the whirlwind disappeared, he was back in the tower. Disoriented, he staggered inside and sat down.

"Quatre? Are you alright?" Wufei asked coming on to the balcony. The blond nodded.

"'M fine..." Quatre said as he gasped slightly for air. "Just... had a vision." He said, his tone indicating he didn't wish to talk about it.

Thankfully, Wufei didn't question though it was obvious he didn't believe the mage.

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Trowa sat by the fountain with Nanashi. Apparently, Heero and Duo were busy though his Storm Lord would not tell him what they were doing. He thought silently about the petite blond mage. He didn't understand his feelings concerning the Little One. He was confused. At times he wanted to protect the blond yet at other times... he wanted to ravish him. He was very confused with his ever-shifting emotions.

"Do you like the mage?" Nanashi's quiet question broke through his thoughts.

"Why would you think that?" he asked hiding his shock well.

"Simple. You watch him often, though discreetly." Nanashi said amusement tingeing his tone. "And he likes you too, though he doesn't know it." The Storm Lord added with a small smile.

Trowa didn't answer. He was busy going over the last sentence. He felt a thrill of joy and anticipation at the knowledge. He knew he'd have to slowly coax the mage to him. It was a good thing he was normally patient. It would take a lot of patience if he wanted it perfect. And patience for an Elf was a little thing. A very little thing indeed.

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Quatre was bathing in the rather large hot spring with a small waterfall. He was relaxing as he let the salts and herbs in the water sooth his aching muscles. He closed his eyes as he reached up to wash his hair under the waterfall. A soft gasp made him snap his eyes open. He blushed when he saw Trowa standing on the edge of the spring with a loincloth on and nothing more staring at him with a rather stunned expression. "Umm..." he stammered in embarrassment, as his body reacted to the almost naked Elf standing in front of him. Thankfully, he was half under water.

Trowa stared at the blond beauty in front of him. He had been about to bathe when he saw the blond mage standing naked under the waterfall. His pale skin glistening in the sunlight entering from the glass ceiling. He gasped at the sight. The mage had turned to him and promptly blushed. He watched with interest as the blush traveled down the mages neck and creeping through his skin until his whole body was flushed an adorable pink. That mage had the body of a god!!! Trowa entered the water quickly before the mage could notice his body's extreme reaction to the utterly sensual picture he had seen. "Would you mind the company Little One?" he asked softly.

Quatre blushed harder when he heard the question. He had been both ecstatic and horrified when he saw Trowa enter the spring. Ecstatic in that he would be able to stare at the Elf's perfect body discreetly, horrified in that said Elf might notice his extreme reaction to him. "N...no." he stammered in answer.

Trowa smiled in response. It seemed that Nanashi had been right after all. The mage was interested in him. "Would you like me to wash your back?" he asked, his voice lowering sensually.

"W...wha...what?" the mage stammered looking at him in shock.

Swimming nearer, Trowa leaned closer and smiled, as his blond angel blushed then shifted nervously. "I said..." he said in a soft and low voice. "Would you like me to wash your back?" he repeated.

Quatre shivered at the voice. Looking up, he found himself staring into calm emerald eyes that seemed more intense as they stared at him in what seemed to be fascination. "N...no it would b...be a p...plea...sure." he stammered blushing furiously. 'Th...thank you." He said as the Elf slid around to stand behind him.

"The pleasure is mine Little One." Trowa purred into Quatre's ear. Raising the sponge he began washing the pale back with it. The skin under his hands seemed smooth and silky and the little shivers the blond gave made him smile.

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Wing walked down the hall toward the Star Tower. Upon reaching it, he saw Shi sitting peacefully on the wall. She glanced at him and grinned then turned back to looking out at the stars.

"Where is the Little Light?" Shi asked.

Wing quietly walked toward her and settled beside her. "He is asleep with the Dark Prince."

"Isn't that risky?"

"No. He will not take Heero until the time is right."

"What did your spies find about the Angelion Twins?"

"They still do not know where the children are."

"We need them to unleash the full power of the Light and the Dark."

"Your brothers are searching for them. Do not worry so much about your master Shi."

"Sorry Wing. I can't help it. And I still don't think its fair that they won't tell me what they tell you. I mean, I'm their only sister!" she exclaimed with a pout.

Wing smiled in amusement. "Daevon and Vaelor have always been like that. It is their nature, and they sometimes try to protect you Shi. They do love you after all."

Shi sighed in frustration. "I know that!" she said exasperatedly. "It just gets so annoying sometimes to be treated like a child!"

She reached the village a few hours before midnight. Pacing her chestnut mare on the dirt roads, she rode toward the inn. It was brightly lit and noisy. Entering it unnoticed, she frowned in anger at the scene before her. There was the man she had followed from the Oz Encampment. He was sitting lazily on a bench with his shirt half open, leaning on a table. There were a few people around him looking at him with terrified faces. The reason for their fear was the two bodies of fully-grown men lying on the floor by the wall on her left. Apparently, they'd been thrown because the wall was stained and splattered with blood. The man was in a position to see her, but it seemed he was more interested in the pretty faced slender naked boy sitting on his lap. The boy looked frightened. The man was fondling the boy in between his legs intimately with a dangerous smile on his face. She could see the lust filling his eyes as he looked at the youth. Catching the eye of the innkeeper, she gave a slight nod, which he answered with another. Striding out calmly, she walked in the direction of her horse. Leading him, she walked to the back of the inn were the innkeeper waited for her.

"Mistress Cat'lon'a." He said in greeting.

"What is the news you have for me Johrav?" she asked crisply.

Johrav gave her a rueful smile. "A'ways strai't t' the point 'aint ye Mistress?" he remarked.

"It's saves time." She said tossing her long straight blonde hair with on hand over her shoulder. "The news?" she prompted raising a forked eyebrow.

"Well there be'n talk 'bout the army bein' on the move. Me thinks they be attackin' soon. Also Cayle? The fella' inside with the little un? He's wa' sayin' some'in' 'bout some An... Angelon... Twins I think? Some'in' like dat anyway."

"What was he saying about them?"

"Well, 'e was sayin' somein' 'bout 'em twins wakenin' some dark power an' 'e was gonna kill em afore they could do it."

"I see."

"An'thin' else Mistress?"

"No. Thank you for the information."

"You's welcome Mistress."

End Part 11

AN/: Umm..... this is my last chapter for a while. Sorry. I'm still having trouble with the writer's block. Please note that I will try to finish the story and that I am not giving up on it.

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