Hell's Angel
By:IceQueen
Chapter 4
AN: Oh my god! I am soooo sorry! I haven't updated this in such a long time! I completely forgot about it for awhile. However, now I'm back and with more ideas than ever! ^_^ Before I was kind of lost on where to go with this fic, but now I'm back on track. I have ideas. I have redefined my plot-line. And now, finally, I can get back to writing. Yay! Let's throw a party!
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing nor Sailor Moon. Sailor Moon belongs to the genius Naoko Takeuchi, and Gundam Wing belongs to... well, whoever created it. ^_^; So don't sue cuz all you'll get is a few notebooks, sketchbooks, and some pens and colored pencils. It won't increase your vast fortune by much, I guarantee it.
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Hotaru walked down the halls at a fast pace, forming the pattern of 'click click click click.' She was on her way to Setsuna's rooms within the 'family' wing of Diablo Keep.
Her reason for visiting at this hour of the day was, however, not unknown although she wished it were. The south army had been forced into surrender by Heaven. It's officials were now being held prisoner by the blimey bastards. Four-hundred odd soldiers had been slaughtered. The rest were also being held prisoner. Fort Volcania had been taken over. It was unacceptable!
How could her army have fallen to that hot-headed general Rei?! How could her general's strategy fail?! She sighed sadly. It was the Purge all over again. Thousands would die if she didn't figure out how to stop them.
Finally Hotaru arrived at Setsuna's door and knocked briskly. A mere moment later Setsuna opened the door wearing a nightgown, circles under her eyes, and loose hair. "What is it, Mistress?" she asked, suddenly at attention. "I- I- The south army's been defeated Sets! What're we gonna do?!" she cried while falling into her friend's embrace. "Oh, Hotaru," Setsuna said softly while she cried, "I'm so sorry. I know you don't want to go through the Purge again. None of us do. That was the most god-awful thing to ever happen."
Hotaru sniffled, and raised her head slowly. "Setsuna, what are we going to do? They have all the officials. Even Nephrite. They killed four-hundred other soldiers. The rest they have as prisoners! What're we gonna do?" Hotaru cried, panicing.
Setsuna was unnerved. Never had she seen Hotaru so distraught. Even when Shinigami had died she'd kept her cool. Now she was falling apart! She didn't understand it!
"Mistress, come inside and we will discuss this calmly and rationally," Setsuna suggested while already pulling her in and shutting the door. She didn't want people to hear Hotaru and think that she was becoming a weak leader. Setsuna lead Hotaru to a comfortable couch in the sitting room, and sat beside her.
"Now, Mistress, I do not know what we can do at this current moment except what we already are," Setsuna stated calmly. Hotaru nearly broke into tears again. "But," Setsuna said before her Mistress could turn on the waterworks again, "We can speed it along. Perhaps send Shinigami dreams of the past, or even waking flashbacks." "Yes, of course. Why didn't I think of that? Silly me," Hotaru said with a half-smile. "I do not know what else to do. If we attack the Holarians we would have to declare war. We are not yet ready for full-on war. If we bargain with them for the lives they hold our people will think us weak. So we cannot do either. Their fates rest in Eegri's (1) hands now," Setsuna explained to the younger looking girl.
"Yes, you're right. Thank you Setsuna. Please take care of the dreams and flashbacks for me," Hotaru said, getting up. "Of course, Mistress," Setsuna said and got up as well to show her to the door. "Sweet dreams, Sets," Hotaru called out as she walked away. "To you too, Mistress. To you too.." Setsuna said softly while shutting the door.
Hotaru smiled while skipping down the hallway. She thought of how carefree she felt in this moment and wished it could remain ever so. Soon, she thought, soon. She giggled like a schoolgirl and thought of all she would do when Shinigami regained his throne. First off, take a long vacation. Second, leave funny booby-traps lying all around. Third, tell Shinigami if he ever dies again she'll kick his ass. The list went on and on.
Soon Hotaru stopped at the same oak carved door as always. Why do I always end up back where I started? She though to herself. This room was the first place I ever was in Hell and it's the place I keep ending back up at.
She nodded her head and turned the handle. Who knew what memories this place would bring today?
She walked into the lushly carpeted room and marvelled at how, even after a million years, the room still retained his psychic scent. It was amazing! He must've been even more powerful than she could imagine! While marvelling at that she felt a strange tug at her senses.
Following it Hotaru ended up at a small trim of wood near Shinigami's private bathroom. She studied it. The piece of wood looked a bit loose. She toed it with her boot and immediately it fell open. Why hadn't anyone fixed this? She wondered. She got down on hands and knees to fix it herself, and paused.
Hotaru saw the faint outline of something box-shaped inside. She cautiously reached inside and grabbed it. Upon pulling it out she discovered it was a leather journal. Must be Shinigami's, she noted to herself. She found herself flipped open the cover. He wouldn't mind, she told herself. On the first page it read:
This book belongs to Duo a.k.a. Shinigami.
Do not read unless you have a death wish.
Stop now.
I told you to stop!
What are you doing reading further! ?
I said stop!
Now I mean it!
It went on like that for almost a whole two pages. Getting bored, Hotaru skipped ahead to a later entry.
Hey Journal, what's up?
A bunch of stuff here. I've been so busy lately, but that's nothing new. What's really new though is that yesterday Hotaru changed Setsuna. I mean, WOW! The crowned Princess of Pluto and Guardian of the Time Gates! Holy shit! Setsuna went willingly though. She and Hotaru have always been best friends. It seemed only natural to those two if she made Setsuna a demon. But still, I can't help but wonder. Is it right to change a being with their whole life ahead of them? Not that it'll stop me. After all, I can turn off my conscience with the flick of a wrist! ^_^ Well, that's all for now. I need my beauty-sleep.^_~
-Duo
Well, Hotaru thought, that certainly did prove to be a diversion, but I can't read any more. These are his personal thoughts and it would be an invasion of privacy. It certainly sounded exactly like something he'd write too.
Hotaru rose up from the ground and smiled. She had an idea.........
~Later that day~
"Hey, Duo," Hotaru said as she plopped down in the chair in front of his desk. "Oh, hey Camille," Duo said with a smile once he looked up from his papers. "Whatcha doin?" She asked curiously. "Paperwork," Duo replied, then looked up, "I hate paperwork. Don't you?" "With a passion," Hotaru admitted honestly. "Me too," He said and scribbled his signature on some paper. He even writes the same way, Hotaru cried in her mind.
She allowed a bright smile to appear on her usually blank face. "What are you so smiley about?" Duo asked grumpily. "Nothing really. I just got an idea. That's all," Hotaru informed him. "What is it?" He asked, curious. "I think you should take an exrta long lunch and we should go out and have fun. We'll pig out, and maybe go rollerblading or something," Hotaru suggested with a big smile plastered on her face. "Alright!" Duo cried, dropping his pen and getting up. "Good, I'll go change and meet you in the lobby," She told him. "See you then!" Duo called as the door shut beind her.
Score one for Hell! She thought as she walked away. She was now one more step closer to getting Duo back in Hell.
AN: I know, short. I really don't feel like spending any more time on this chapter. You'll see what Duo and Hotaru do next chapter. Just be patient.
hapter though. You'll see what Duo and Hotaru end up doing next chapter. Just be patient.