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Part 3

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Carefully a young girl drew the soft brush through Duo's long hair, her face was concentrated, her pinkish tongue bit between her lips. She had been in the room since he woke up and was capable of moving and controlling his body fully, dressing him before he was flat on the floor. For such a young person, she was very attractive in an older way. Duo felt himself gravitate to her, not wanting to pull away from her small fine fingers as they worked their way through each individual tangle with assiduousness.

Duo brooded in the silence, his traitorous body relaxed under the girl's touch. He was still to groggy to be fully angry, so he was forced to be content with just glaring half-heartedly at a secured location near the door. Fortunately for him, his memory was to fuzzy to recall exactly why he felt so hostile to his surroundings, the thread like memories in his mind drifting through his fingers.

"Would you like me to braid you hair?" The girl asked walking in front of Duo to look him in the eyes. She's very pretty, he thought distantly startled by the deep tone of her voice. Unable to help himself, he examined her light blue eyes, pale round face, white blonde hair, and long red robes. "Can you speak, yet?" Her voice was like an electric blanket in an ice-riddled dungeon, wrapping around him and protecting him from hypothermia. Something he thought he would certainly contract if he were left alone there much longer.

She shook her head, "I suppose I will put it up for you anyways, it's beautiful down, but not appropriate for seeing Her with. The last thing I would like to do here... is upset Her..." A strange smile appeared on the girl's lips. "-Or excite her." Within moments Duo felt her back to work, his hair twisting and forming in an intricate braid down his back. "There..."

With a mirror in her hand, the girl appeared before Duo again. "Would you like to see?" Duo just stared at her. "It's very nice..." Leaning over him she pulled his braid over his shoulder and held the mirror up so he could see the snaking hair as it wrapped back behind his head. Truthfully, he had never thought his hair could look that good. "Do you like it?" Duo attempted a grateful smile, but his face refused to register anything but hollowness.

"I thought you would. I saw your braid when you came in, it was messy... but... I figured since it was such a practiced plait... you must like you hair that way. I use to have hair that long, I never failed to come up with a new way to make it pretty." She smiled thoughtfully, her face bright but rueful at the reflection. "...We should finish dressing you."

Efficiently, the girl stood him up and swiftly altered his clothing. Plain black slacks, and a tight long sleeved shirt. With all the fuss, Duo had expected something flashy, something overtly and stereo typically gothic. "Attractive..." The girl assessed, "but not inviting. An appearance you just may want to keep up, I believe that will be my only warning for you. Do not be inviting unless you truly are prepared to give yourself, in body and soul, away."

The depth and hidden meaning struck a chord inside his brain, "Heero..."

Dismissing his whisper, the girl looked him up and down once more before reaching up and pressing her cold index and forefinger to his throat. "You are a miracle of God... You must really want to live."

Duo winced, taking notice that the skin on his neck felt fevered and swollen. "Heero..."

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After being escorted down the carpeted halls, and into a large dinning room, Duo was seated at one of two large wooden chairs. The table between them was long and polished, ornate designs carved into the middle and the base of the surface.

Uncomfortably he waited, unable to muster the energy to do much but appear to be sulking. After having been awake for over an hour he still couldn't shake the feeling of sleep from his head, he was lethargic and sore, comparing his present situation with being hit by a semi.

The girl who had dressed him, and accompanied him into the dinning area was nowhere to be seen. Duo shook his head feeling his eyelids drooping, his shoulder sloping, and then a fork was being tapped against a glass. Someone had taken the other chair and was looking at him with a steady and focused gaze. Her eyes boring a hole into his head.

She, he presumed, was petite and blonde, very feminine with long thick tresses and wide brown eyes that where narrowed between full lashes. "Who are you?" She queried with a distinct authority of a person who knew they where atop the food chain.

"Duo Maxwell..." He mumbled.

She tilted her head, "And you presume to be the God of Death do you now?"

Duo raised his head to look at her more closely, what could she know about him? Frowning Duo nodded, "I am the God of Death." He grumbled callously. "Who are you?" He managed cockily.

The young woman smiled pleased, her eyes sparking with a sort of wild glow. "I like you...I think I will keep you."

Duo frowned, man, what a day to be grumpy. "Who are you?"

"Duo..." She said lazily, her eyes drifting about his body with provocative deliberation. "I...am Death... The Goddess... The God... be whatever way you put it... I am death."

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Ending Author's Note: Seeing how this is my first actual post, meaning I posted 4 sections all at once, I haven't gotten any feed back yet. I hope this story goes over well. If nothing is quite making sense yet, I wanna reassure you, that's okay! It will later, and that's what I am going for. ^-^ More dimensions as the words go... To reiterate what I've said before, please rate and review. If anything is overtly bothersome, such as my grammar (not my writing! Bleh to you!) Then please include it with your review. I am always interested in learning how to better my writing to not only make me happy, but to suite my general audience.

Ah yes... and don't worry, this story is not just shonen-ai... there'll be some heated huffin' later on once I've established most of the foundation for the plot and such. ^-~ Please head the warnings; I am not a nice little girl.