This is the chapter where I got the title from. I rather like that title. It's original. Mm-hmm. I rather do like it.

Lily-chan: If you don't know what's going on, you're right on track! You're supposed to be confused. I am trying for confusion. This, I guess, is a bit of an experiment.

Kasazona: Glad you like it. Hope you like the rest!

ForeordainedDestiny: Ah, Vallen! Glad you could respond so quickly! I'm glad you like this too. Being confused is alright. It ought to be sorted out in the end. Oh, gonna have to send you that new story. Tell me whatcha think!

That's all for now. Enjoy!

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What sculpture is to a block of marble, education is to the soul. -Joseph Addison

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Duo found Heero in Quatre's extensive library, several of his sisters watching from the doorways indiscreetly.

"Whatcha doing?" Duo asked, starting to read over Heero's shoulder. What he saw confused him. It was page of a book of mythical creatures. Heero did not answer him, his eyes ranging over the basic descriptions each creature had. He had made it to the "s" section, and he had yet to find anything remotely good. Suddenly, he paused over a name that just seemed perfect.

"Shapeshifter," Heero muttered. He thumbed through the pages and opened the book to the correct page indicated by the name. Duo watched him, confused.

"Heero, Trowa's been killed by some masquerading Quatre and you're reading a book on mythical creatures? Heero, get with the program!"

"Trowa's not dead."

"We desperately need to find who did it and- What did you just say?"

"Trowa's not dead."

"How do you know?"

"That wasn't Trowa I saw."

Duo was definitely peeved now. "Explain it to me NOW!"

Heero blinked slowly as he committed to memory the facts on this shapeshifter thing. "I found the body bag Trowa was taken away in. There were two unexploded bullets, cut marks from the inside out, no blood, and two very disturbed drivers."

"How were they disturbed?"

"They saw this Trowa get out of the car. Unwounded."

Duo took in a deep breath. "And you think it was a shapeshifter?"

Heero did not reply. They would consider him insane, but that was the only feasible explanation. There was no other reason, especially if Heero had seen for certain that it was Trowa's face. Duo's silence was unnerving him, and Heero started to leave the library as sisters in the doorway scattered.

"That makes sense."

Heero turned to look at Duo and found he was totally serious. "You believe me?"

"It's the only way to explain it. I think I'll go visit Quatre. He might be happier to know that Trowa's not dead. Or at least not killed by him."

"How is he?"

"Not too well. I guess there were chemical imbalances in his brain to begin with, and with what happened, it all snapped."

Heero felt a flash of guilt, but it came and went so quickly that he did not pay it any heed. He closed the book and replaced it before he left the library, the memory of the empty body bag filling his vision.

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Duo had to suffer the raking glares of Quatre's sisters before he could even get near Quatre, but after he had insisted that he was not dangerous, they let him in, if reluctantly.

Quatre was dozing lightly, and Duo felt yet another stab of guilt. Heero had said he had seen Quatre kill Trowa, and that was all it took to convince him. Duo did not even second guess the idea when Quatre had looked so horrified. He had not trusted Quatre enough to believe him. What sort of a friend was he?

Quatre woke up suddenly and he jumped fearfully to see Duo. "Shh, shh, Quatre, it's okay," Duo murmured soothingly, moving to sit beside him. Quatre watched him with wide eyes but did not respond. Duo slowly ran his fingers through Quatre's hair and sighed deeply. Quatre was nervous for a moment before the calming motion made him close his eyes.

"Quatre, I'm sorry. Can you forgive me?" Duo asked quietly, hoping that Quatre did not just fall asleep in his hands. Sleepily, Quatre murmured a positive. "Then I want to tell you something."

Quatre seemed to awaken more and his big blue eyes widened. "What?"

"Trowa's not dead."

This seemed to take a moment to register to Quatre before he smiled widely. "Heero's not mad?"

"No. Well, not at you."

"At you?"

"No, at himself. He jumped to conclusions." Duo was not sure, but if it made Quatre feel better . . .

"Yes, he did."

Duo stopped stroking Quatre's hair and smiled at the mentally unbalanced young man. It was really upsetting to him. Surely he would get better! The doctors said that the chemical imbalance had set back his mental capacity to six years old. Duo was afraid that he would eventually have to deal with a six-year-old sixteen-year-old, but the doctors were certain that in time he would recover.

"Who hurt Trowa?" Quatre asked. Duo blinked.

"Trowa's not dead."

"Who did it?" Quatre insisted. Duo put his face in his hands, remembering that he was not good with children.

"We don't know. Heero thinks it's a shapeshifter," Duo said, his voice as calm as he could make it.

"A shapeshifter?" Quatre asked quietly. "What's that?"

"A monster," Duo snapped shortly.

"A monster?" Quatre screamed. "Don't let it get me!"

Duo frowned at his misuse of words and began to attempt to calm him. "Oh, Quatre, it won't hurt you. I won't let it, your sister's won't let it, and neither will the staff at this hospital."

Quatre started to sit up before a look of horrible pain filled his face and he fell back down, whimpering. "It hurts! It hurts!" he cried, gripping his wounded shoulder. Tears formed in his eyes and Duo stood up.

"I'll get a doctor," Duo said worriedly. Quatre grasped at his hand and pulled him back, wiping the tears from his eyes.

"No. Not the doctor. I'll be better."

Duo could tell that the pain was still there, but was lessening quickly. The poor guy: afraid of doctors, as a child would be, afraid of the dark, afraid of monsters, afraid of being alone. Afraid.

Duo knew fear; he had felt it several times before, but he had yet to remember living in constant fear as a child was. How would it feel, thinking that once the light is off, creatures would attack you? That once the feet touch the floor, monsters would reach out and drag one into the depths of the darkness under the bed?

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In case you did not understand: Quatre has chemical imbalances; meaning he has a mental disorder right now, but one that can fix itself. He flipped, in a very literal sense.

That's all for this chapter. Just a sneak peak of next chapter:

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"So, who's going to kill who next?" Duo murmured. "First, Quatre killed Trowa, and now I've killed Quatre. Watch, Chang will kill me."

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Sorry it's so short, but I honestly have only nineteen pages worth of story to work with. So, if it's short, forgive me and tell me that it's short and tell me to hurry up with posting since it's already finished.

See ya! REVIEW PLEASE!!!!

~ Kay Kylo