Disclaimers: All normal apply, blah blah blah.
Warnings: Yaoi! 1x2, 3x4. As of now nothing much, just implied, later that
may change ^_~ Disaster warning! There is stuff in here about September
11th. If that bothers you, do not continue!
Authors Note: This wonderful fic that you are about to read is not, sadly,
all mine. You didn't honestly think I was that good did you? No, I didn't
think so. Well anyways, this was co-written by the wonderfully talented
Holly, known to most as Berrful Hunter. So half the credit for this goes to
her, make sure she receives it guys!! Go read her stuff too k ^^
You're prolly all sick of this huh? Well too bad! You need to be reminded
to go read her stuff! So after you're done with this, go fulfill your
Gundam fix with her stories! Now! Continue on! Tally Ho!
The first one to say something was, unsurprisingly, Duo. "Q, what's up with you these days? You're not yourself, what happened?" he started questioning Quatre and would have continued if not for a silent glare from Trowa and Heero. The Arabian pilot shifted uneasily in his chair at the sudden spurt of questions from Duo. "Later, Duo." Trowa said.
Quatre sighed, "No, it's ok. It's probably better to explain now anyways. Trowa and I were in the park and I found this weird ring. Ever since then I've been hearing things, feeling things, and having awful dreams. I don't know what's happening, but we probably need to figure it out fast."
Heero narrowed his eyes at the mention of the ring; a low growl audible to anyone standing directly near him. WuFei merely crossed his arms. Duo crossed the space between himself and Quatre, pulling up a chair. "Well, the best thing we could do is take 'Scythe and shred the ring to bits! I present to you, Filet of Ring." Duo chuckled a little at his joke; he was obviously trying to make Quatre feel better. "Yup! Filet of Ring, the newest not-so-delectable meal available absolutely nowhere. Call one eight- hundred five-five-five zero-zero-zero-zero right now to get nothing at all!" He grinned at 04, hoping to be returned a smile. "Baka." He heard Heero say.
Quatre did smile, "Thanks Duo, but I don't think that would work. I have a feeling it won't let that happen." Everyone stared at him, confused. "It..it has a mind of its own..." He explained. "It's done horrible things all through out time, and every time it manages to get away afterwards." Duo thought for a second, serious," What I want to know is why there was fresh blood on it."
"B-blood?" Quatre whimpered at the word, one he had come to detest and fear. "I-I didn't see any blood on it..." Duo nodded at the blond, "Me and Tro' both saw blood on the ring. But Q, whaddya mean it has a mind of its own? It's an inanimate object." the self-proclaimed Shinigami shrugged at Heero, who smirked.
"Is that true Trowa?" Quatre asked. Trowa nodded, "Hai. The blood was surprisingly...fresh." He looked at his hands, puzzled. "Any idea where it came from?"
Heero didn't respond, and Duo shrugged again. "Haven't a clue. It's pretty odd, dont'cha think? I mean, usually if it's in the sun blood dries fast, right? Yesterday was pretty sunny..." Duo said.
Trowa nodded, "I didn't really see it until the sun hit it at a certain angle, then it became obvious." Quatre stared at everyone in quiet contemplation, wondering why he hadn't noticed the blood before now. "Then how come you saw it when it was inside Duo?" Duo dropped his gaze and shrugged, "I don't know." Heero reached up and tugged on his braid gently, and received a small smile in return.
"Don't you think it's strange?" WuFei said, "How Barton only saw the blood in the light, yet you, Maxwell, saw it in the house." Duo glared mildly at WuFei out of the corner of his eye, as did Heero. WuFei ignored them. "Something odd is going on here. And I don't just mean the dreams, Quatre."
Trowa took the ring out of his pocket were it had been residing for the past couple hours and set it on the table. Everyone leaned in to look at it. "I can still see the blood, can't you?" Duo asked. Trowa shook his head yes, as did Heero, the other two did so in the negative.
Heero sat down beside Duo on the chair, causing the braided boy to blush slightly at such sudden contact. The Japanese boy, however, reacted not and glared at the ring, almost as if expecting it to explain itself. Tentatively, Duo allowed himself to lean his head on Heero's shoulder. Heero cracked a very small almost-smile at Duo, but then returned to his stoic self. "I don't like the presence of this thing." he said in a low voice.
Duo snorted, "I don't think any of us do." This received a halfhearted glare from Heero, who returned to staring at the ring soon after. "I think we need to figure out how to destroy it." Quatre opened his mouth to protest, but, surprisingly enough, Trowa interrupted, "I know you say it can't be done, but if it's as dangerous as you claim, it needs to be destroyed."
Quatre frowned at Trowa, taking a sip of his tea. "I guess so... But how, Trowa? If it survived from the 20th century..." this statement earned curious glances from everyone sans Trowa, "...how are we going to destroy it now?" His blue-green eyes wandered around the room. Secretly, he liked it when Trowa held him just moments before they came downstairs. Those few minutes made him feel secure and safe. But most of all, they made him feel happy- or as happy as he could get when sobbing.
Trowa shrugged, "I don't know, I suppose well have to try different things." Duo grinned slyly and Heero raised an eyebrow at him, "What are you thinking Duo?" His grin broadened, "I am the master of destruction my friend, If I can't get rid of it, it truly is indestructible." Quatre sighed, "That's what I'm afraid of."
Heero slung his arm around Duo's waist as he continued to inspect the ring, a low growl escaping his lips at the sight of it, his cobalt eyes glaring at the band. "We'll do whatever we must to destroy it. There's no way we're letting this...thing...escape." his arm twitched a little, and Duo blinked at him, a grin on his face. "I know ya love me, Hee-chan." the American pilot was returned something resembling an almost-laugh from Heero.
He frowned and stuck his tongue out, "Fine be that way." Quatre blinked and smiled, but WuFei interrupted the uh...moment. "As much as we like to see your display of affection, we must think about the task at hand." This time Duo directed his vulgar motions towards the Chinese pilot, who blinked. "That's the American way of saying I appreciate that." He lowered his hand and Quatre couldn't help but giggle at it, having seen Duo use this gesture many a time in traffic, while shouting obscenities and urging cars forward.
Duo started to say something, but was interrupted when a pale light suddenly filled the room. His eyes moved as one with the eyes of the others to the ring, which was glowing faintly. Quiet filled the room for a moment, until Quatre's scream tore through the silence. The little blond fell off his chair and onto his hands and knees, clutching at his chest, gasping for air while the others stood, baffled. Unbeknownst to the other four pilots, the ring was trying to build up negative powers in Quatre, and it was almost succeeding. "QUATRE!" Duo cried, leaping off his seat but skidding to a halt in his dash at the shaking Arabian when Heero grabbed his arm. Trowa shook his head and abruptly grabbed Quatre's shoulders. "Quatre, stop." 03 shook Sandrock's pilot a couple times, firmly but at the same time retaining a gentle touch. Quatre's eyes cleared, and he fell limp into Trowa's arms, passed out, his breathing slowly returning to normal. WuFei looked seriously at Heero, who was staring at the now still form of the blond boy, confusion playing in his dark orbs.
Trowa picked him up for the second time that night and carried him over to the couch, setting him down gently. "Damn it what the fuck is going on!" Duo shouted, worry clearly written all over his face. He ran his fingers through his hair; only causing strands to come loose from his braid. Heero squeezed his shoulder gently and stood beside him, staring at the passed out youth on the couch, whose skin was paler than normal and covered in a thin sheen of sweat.
Duo sighed at the passed out Quatre, stepping back and thus closer to Heero, who still had his hand on the braided boy's shoulder. "What the fucking hell is that thing, Heero?! What's it doin' to Quatre?!" Heero remained silent, and intended on doing so until he heard a rather suspicious WuFei clear his throat. "I don't know, Duo. Whatever it is..." 01 let his voice trail off. "...It's bad." WuFei finished for the Japanese pilot.
Heero nodded. Duo sank out of Heero's grasp and onto his knees, the cold hardwood rough beneath them. He squeezed his eyes to stop the tears. "Jesus, Heero, what the hell are we going to do?" He curled his fingers into fists, cursing the damn ring for causing one of his best friends, one of the few people he actually let himself love and care for, so much pain.
The first one to say something was, unsurprisingly, Duo. "Q, what's up with you these days? You're not yourself, what happened?" he started questioning Quatre and would have continued if not for a silent glare from Trowa and Heero. The Arabian pilot shifted uneasily in his chair at the sudden spurt of questions from Duo. "Later, Duo." Trowa said.
Quatre sighed, "No, it's ok. It's probably better to explain now anyways. Trowa and I were in the park and I found this weird ring. Ever since then I've been hearing things, feeling things, and having awful dreams. I don't know what's happening, but we probably need to figure it out fast."
Heero narrowed his eyes at the mention of the ring; a low growl audible to anyone standing directly near him. WuFei merely crossed his arms. Duo crossed the space between himself and Quatre, pulling up a chair. "Well, the best thing we could do is take 'Scythe and shred the ring to bits! I present to you, Filet of Ring." Duo chuckled a little at his joke; he was obviously trying to make Quatre feel better. "Yup! Filet of Ring, the newest not-so-delectable meal available absolutely nowhere. Call one eight- hundred five-five-five zero-zero-zero-zero right now to get nothing at all!" He grinned at 04, hoping to be returned a smile. "Baka." He heard Heero say.
Quatre did smile, "Thanks Duo, but I don't think that would work. I have a feeling it won't let that happen." Everyone stared at him, confused. "It..it has a mind of its own..." He explained. "It's done horrible things all through out time, and every time it manages to get away afterwards." Duo thought for a second, serious," What I want to know is why there was fresh blood on it."
"B-blood?" Quatre whimpered at the word, one he had come to detest and fear. "I-I didn't see any blood on it..." Duo nodded at the blond, "Me and Tro' both saw blood on the ring. But Q, whaddya mean it has a mind of its own? It's an inanimate object." the self-proclaimed Shinigami shrugged at Heero, who smirked.
"Is that true Trowa?" Quatre asked. Trowa nodded, "Hai. The blood was surprisingly...fresh." He looked at his hands, puzzled. "Any idea where it came from?"
Heero didn't respond, and Duo shrugged again. "Haven't a clue. It's pretty odd, dont'cha think? I mean, usually if it's in the sun blood dries fast, right? Yesterday was pretty sunny..." Duo said.
Trowa nodded, "I didn't really see it until the sun hit it at a certain angle, then it became obvious." Quatre stared at everyone in quiet contemplation, wondering why he hadn't noticed the blood before now. "Then how come you saw it when it was inside Duo?" Duo dropped his gaze and shrugged, "I don't know." Heero reached up and tugged on his braid gently, and received a small smile in return.
"Don't you think it's strange?" WuFei said, "How Barton only saw the blood in the light, yet you, Maxwell, saw it in the house." Duo glared mildly at WuFei out of the corner of his eye, as did Heero. WuFei ignored them. "Something odd is going on here. And I don't just mean the dreams, Quatre."
Trowa took the ring out of his pocket were it had been residing for the past couple hours and set it on the table. Everyone leaned in to look at it. "I can still see the blood, can't you?" Duo asked. Trowa shook his head yes, as did Heero, the other two did so in the negative.
Heero sat down beside Duo on the chair, causing the braided boy to blush slightly at such sudden contact. The Japanese boy, however, reacted not and glared at the ring, almost as if expecting it to explain itself. Tentatively, Duo allowed himself to lean his head on Heero's shoulder. Heero cracked a very small almost-smile at Duo, but then returned to his stoic self. "I don't like the presence of this thing." he said in a low voice.
Duo snorted, "I don't think any of us do." This received a halfhearted glare from Heero, who returned to staring at the ring soon after. "I think we need to figure out how to destroy it." Quatre opened his mouth to protest, but, surprisingly enough, Trowa interrupted, "I know you say it can't be done, but if it's as dangerous as you claim, it needs to be destroyed."
Quatre frowned at Trowa, taking a sip of his tea. "I guess so... But how, Trowa? If it survived from the 20th century..." this statement earned curious glances from everyone sans Trowa, "...how are we going to destroy it now?" His blue-green eyes wandered around the room. Secretly, he liked it when Trowa held him just moments before they came downstairs. Those few minutes made him feel secure and safe. But most of all, they made him feel happy- or as happy as he could get when sobbing.
Trowa shrugged, "I don't know, I suppose well have to try different things." Duo grinned slyly and Heero raised an eyebrow at him, "What are you thinking Duo?" His grin broadened, "I am the master of destruction my friend, If I can't get rid of it, it truly is indestructible." Quatre sighed, "That's what I'm afraid of."
Heero slung his arm around Duo's waist as he continued to inspect the ring, a low growl escaping his lips at the sight of it, his cobalt eyes glaring at the band. "We'll do whatever we must to destroy it. There's no way we're letting this...thing...escape." his arm twitched a little, and Duo blinked at him, a grin on his face. "I know ya love me, Hee-chan." the American pilot was returned something resembling an almost-laugh from Heero.
He frowned and stuck his tongue out, "Fine be that way." Quatre blinked and smiled, but WuFei interrupted the uh...moment. "As much as we like to see your display of affection, we must think about the task at hand." This time Duo directed his vulgar motions towards the Chinese pilot, who blinked. "That's the American way of saying I appreciate that." He lowered his hand and Quatre couldn't help but giggle at it, having seen Duo use this gesture many a time in traffic, while shouting obscenities and urging cars forward.
Duo started to say something, but was interrupted when a pale light suddenly filled the room. His eyes moved as one with the eyes of the others to the ring, which was glowing faintly. Quiet filled the room for a moment, until Quatre's scream tore through the silence. The little blond fell off his chair and onto his hands and knees, clutching at his chest, gasping for air while the others stood, baffled. Unbeknownst to the other four pilots, the ring was trying to build up negative powers in Quatre, and it was almost succeeding. "QUATRE!" Duo cried, leaping off his seat but skidding to a halt in his dash at the shaking Arabian when Heero grabbed his arm. Trowa shook his head and abruptly grabbed Quatre's shoulders. "Quatre, stop." 03 shook Sandrock's pilot a couple times, firmly but at the same time retaining a gentle touch. Quatre's eyes cleared, and he fell limp into Trowa's arms, passed out, his breathing slowly returning to normal. WuFei looked seriously at Heero, who was staring at the now still form of the blond boy, confusion playing in his dark orbs.
Trowa picked him up for the second time that night and carried him over to the couch, setting him down gently. "Damn it what the fuck is going on!" Duo shouted, worry clearly written all over his face. He ran his fingers through his hair; only causing strands to come loose from his braid. Heero squeezed his shoulder gently and stood beside him, staring at the passed out youth on the couch, whose skin was paler than normal and covered in a thin sheen of sweat.
Duo sighed at the passed out Quatre, stepping back and thus closer to Heero, who still had his hand on the braided boy's shoulder. "What the fucking hell is that thing, Heero?! What's it doin' to Quatre?!" Heero remained silent, and intended on doing so until he heard a rather suspicious WuFei clear his throat. "I don't know, Duo. Whatever it is..." 01 let his voice trail off. "...It's bad." WuFei finished for the Japanese pilot.
Heero nodded. Duo sank out of Heero's grasp and onto his knees, the cold hardwood rough beneath them. He squeezed his eyes to stop the tears. "Jesus, Heero, what the hell are we going to do?" He curled his fingers into fists, cursing the damn ring for causing one of his best friends, one of the few people he actually let himself love and care for, so much pain.